Buuutttt... as I haven't written anything in what seems like FOREVER, I will write a smidgeon. Last night, I got my first speeding ticket. YUCK! I was totally in the wrong and the trooper wasn't a dick about it or anything sooo... what can really be said except that I have to SLOW DOWN! Which I knew anyway. Oh well. Live and learn. Let's see, let's see... Oh, yes, I unexpectedly got to see the Boy this past weekend. YAY! Damn his fine self! Nope. Still haven't told him how I feel. I just couldn't bring myself to drop that kind of bomb with his 7 year old niece sitting on my lap. Also, I am writing again. I haven't been inspired to actually write anything for months but last Thursday whilst driving to work, I just got this story stuck in my head and so, voila! I am writing again. Work is work. It's there. My co-worker who had been out on disability since I left for England (keep in mind that was back in May!) finally came back to the bank and has cheered our dreary little hearts. The wicked which of Westen New York will be leaving my little bank, so that gets a Hip-Hip-Hooray! School is going fairly well. No more of this 5 classes in one semester nonsense! I'm killing myself! And I have unequivically proved at work today that I am the most tense woman in the Western Hemisphere. And I have the knots in my back and shoulder blades to prove it! Okay. I think that's about it. I am off to my dream Isle.

Tomorrow, I have to teach Sunday school. I have not taught Sunday school in eight years. My dad and are a Sunday school teaching team. Two weeks on, two weeks off. I love kids. I get to work with the young ones. It's supposed to be from pre-k and Kindergarten, but I believe one of my little guys is only two and a half- little Max. He's adorable and a hand full.

We're starting a new Sunday school program called "Godly Play" which is based upon Montessori. It's very hands on and esthetically beautiful. The wording is very specific and cleverly simplistic. ("cleverly" is not the word I wanted to use there, but it has escaped me. I had it five minutes ago, but now it's gone. That's so annoying!) The words are surprising in the depths of their meaning, made easy for little ones to understand, but definitely with hidden depths.

What we are teaching are the stories, things that, hopefully, they will remember and carry with them through whatever life brings them.

I'm nervous, though. Worried about screwing up, losing class control when I'm supposed to have their focus on something specific, worried about- well- about being a good teacher. It's my most common worry nowadays. I don't actually worry about my school work. There's a lot of it. I'll get it done, somehow, and hopefully with the grades that I want. (What I want and what I deserve are sometimes two different things. Isn't that most things in life, though?) As I read my texts and different articles are discuss teaching in my classes, I worry, will I be a good teacher? I don't doubt that I'm doing the right thing. I feel that I am, but I worry about being a good teacher. That's a lot of young minds to put in my hands and I don't want to waste or ruin any of that potential.

I'm tired. I have to go and re-read my script for tomorrow. At least a couple of times. And then it's off to bed. I ought to read more Catcher in the Rye. It is due on Monday. It'll get done. It has to. Good night, fair e-peeps. May you all dream beautiful dreams.

Yes, I mean when people snort snot down their their throat. I know it's allergy season- but I would argue that it is technically always allergy season for SOMEONE, and that doesn't make it any less repulsive. That is why they invented tissues. I know I have done it myself, but I try to only in the privacy of my own home and so only gross out the ones I love, not total strangers! Outie.

Okay, Guys in particular- snorting in public is gross- especially when you're trying to flirt with someone. It detracts- a lot! No matter how cute you are, it's still really gross and rather repulsive.

DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT! I just wrote this whole big blog, hit publish and got "Can't display site" Phuck! I hate when that happens. And now the muse is gone! (She declares melodramatically with arm draped across forehead.) Okay, probably not *gone* but it's still annoying! ARGH!