Oh Be Careful Little Mouth What You Say

Before you say...."It's a good thing we are not sleeping at home tonight.  The wind is so loud today I think we would have to camp out downstairs.".......

Make sure you really AREN'T SLEEPING AT HOME.

Also choose your words carefully and think of a new phrase for "CAMP OUT". 

Otherwise, things will end up looking something like this.

We were supposed to leave for Nebraska yesterday at 4:00 p.m.  At 12:55 p.m., my husband's fire pager went off.  They were being called to a large grass fire.  The winds were blowing at a solid 30-35 mph, gusting to 50-60 mph. 

He hesitated, knowing there was a chance this could be a LONG call, and unsure if he would be back by 4:00, but knowing it could be a very bad situation.  The 2nd page made up his mind.  When you are part of a volunteer fire dept., you go as much as you can, but you don't typically go when you have plans to leave town.  However, a 2nd page means if you are located anywhere remotely close to being able to respond and you are not sick to the point of dying, you really need to get there. 

So he went.

Four came and went.  As did 5:00 and 6:00.

At 7:00, the grandparents and I took the boys to McDonalds to lessen the blow of not going on the weekend trip.

Around 8:00, daddy came home, hoping they wouldn't be called back to the scene.

Around 8:30, as we started the teeth-brushing, bedtime routine, my son reminded me, WORD FOR WORD, about what I had said about the wind and "camping out". 

And the fact that their trip to Nebraska got canceled.

I hate that he remembers everything.

S'mores, anyone?

Move On, Murphy

Sometimes my blog sits unattended for days and weeks because I have nothing to say.

But sometimes it simply has to do with time.

I started a post about my amazingly quick trip to Illinois, and how much I love my family out there.

I took pictures for a post about Easter.

I have wanted to document my new attempt at gardening.

But, as my colleague just said to me yesterday, "Life has snuck up and jumped me from behind."

That could not be more true.  These past couple of weeks have been a whirlwind.  At moments it has felt more like a tornado, but in light of the weather the south just experienced, I can safely say that I am probably closer to whirlwind status.

However, Murphy's Law has landed right smack in the middle of my world.

In the past few weeks I have wasted countless hours searching for important flash drives, my cell phone, a school contract, a much-needed notebook, and two lost books. 

Fortunately, I have found everything except the books.

Unfortunately, I need to have one of the books read by Thursday.  I am on Chapter 1.

It is time for Murphy to pack up and move on. 

Test

This is a test.

This is only a test...

This is an annoyed blogger who wrote a lengthy post with strategically placed paragraphs and line spacings, only to have all spacings and paragraphs disappear upon publishing. No amount of editing made it better.

If this works, more later....

Here's What I Know....

• It has been a LONG time since I have been to my blog.


• Hence, the bullet points.


• I was in two different states for two different trips in 10 days time. Well, three if you count the one I live in.


• I still love serving on accreditation teams. I am not sure how it is possible to come back completely exhausted and re-energized all at the same time, but that is pretty much how it always feels.


• Our Illinois trip was great.


• It is possible to make a 10 hour trip with 2 kids and 4 adults with no technology and only one stop.


• Six months of free satellite radio in new vehicles is a great marketing plan. I can see how one could get addicted to that small luxury.


• If you think the price of fuel is bad in Kansas, visit Illinois. You will feel better when you return.


• I enrolled on Monday for my first master's classes.


• My bank account is saying OUCH.


• School ends on May 17, my classes start on May 18. So much for summer break.


• I am contemplating working full time next year.


• I might be certifiably crazy.

Drowning

Drowning in work.

Drowning in the mess in my house.

Drowning in thoughts.

If you haven't seen me by May, please send help.