hi. it's Joanie.
i just finished my midterms
A's on both.
Yay! or "phew!".
I suppose my kids could tell I was quite overly stressed about these tests.
they kept me in our family prayers, "please help mom on her tests"
while, I am certain, in their subtle pause afterwards, they were most certainly thinking
"she is going completely psycho and we are afraid she might to something harmful to herself, or to us, if she doesn't have your help. thank you."
I can now have a week of me.
for a short pondering pause.....
Nellie, this is becoming a me and you blog.
sisters... write a note or 2.
I am pondering away at what to do w/ my life.
Mike says he thinks I would be great at HR.
annie... @ social work (I don't have time to do a masters)
education system would make sense.... until I go bald from stress.
(I have a mumbled up mixed up thought of something in my head to go w/ the bald thing, however I am much too tired to put it out in words, so laugh.... it was funny in my head.)
I need to decide.
Sydney Leigh keeps asking me if she can have a "boyfriend".
Mike and I had a "frank" chat w/ her tonight....
really frank.
she's a cutie. we trust her. we don't trust boys.
(except dave and pudge.)
a lady I work w/ was explaining to me about a small guy getting into a small brawl w/ a very large boy who has anger management problems.
she was explaining to me that this little guy shoved the big guy, then the big guy fell down, got up and punched the little guy in the face. I said, "was it Andrew". she didn't respond, so I suggested that it couldn't have been, he would have for sure told me, and he didn't have a mark on his face. She then proceeded to finish the story by saying:
"and then a throng of girls --- a small crowd --- came over explaining that the little guy was not at fault, they had his back and wanted to make sure that he DID NOT get into trouble for this.
yep.
it was my little guy, Andrew.
as soon as she said "crowd of girls" I knew it.
dang.
the boys are more drama than the girls at this age, so I guess I shouldn't be too concerned, right?
sigh.
I'm off to finish making my cookies, I may fall asleep walking to the kitchen.
love you guys.
don't punk out on us here.
i just finished my midterms
A's on both.
Yay! or "phew!".
I suppose my kids could tell I was quite overly stressed about these tests.
they kept me in our family prayers, "please help mom on her tests"
while, I am certain, in their subtle pause afterwards, they were most certainly thinking
"she is going completely psycho and we are afraid she might to something harmful to herself, or to us, if she doesn't have your help. thank you."
I can now have a week of me.
for a short pondering pause.....
Nellie, this is becoming a me and you blog.
sisters... write a note or 2.
I am pondering away at what to do w/ my life.
Mike says he thinks I would be great at HR.
annie... @ social work (I don't have time to do a masters)
education system would make sense.... until I go bald from stress.
(I have a mumbled up mixed up thought of something in my head to go w/ the bald thing, however I am much too tired to put it out in words, so laugh.... it was funny in my head.)
I need to decide.
Sydney Leigh keeps asking me if she can have a "boyfriend".
Mike and I had a "frank" chat w/ her tonight....
really frank.
she's a cutie. we trust her. we don't trust boys.
(except dave and pudge.)
a lady I work w/ was explaining to me about a small guy getting into a small brawl w/ a very large boy who has anger management problems.
she was explaining to me that this little guy shoved the big guy, then the big guy fell down, got up and punched the little guy in the face. I said, "was it Andrew". she didn't respond, so I suggested that it couldn't have been, he would have for sure told me, and he didn't have a mark on his face. She then proceeded to finish the story by saying:
"and then a throng of girls --- a small crowd --- came over explaining that the little guy was not at fault, they had his back and wanted to make sure that he DID NOT get into trouble for this.
yep.
it was my little guy, Andrew.
as soon as she said "crowd of girls" I knew it.
dang.
the boys are more drama than the girls at this age, so I guess I shouldn't be too concerned, right?
sigh.
I'm off to finish making my cookies, I may fall asleep walking to the kitchen.
love you guys.
don't punk out on us here.
