On grading

Move over Josh K., Mikki B. included an appendix in her beat report : )

And, BTW, I see the sun out my window. It's real. Only four more advanced packets to grade. Yippee!

clutter

It's everywhere.

In my home, in my office, in my schedule. aauugh!

Blah, blah, blah

There is much noise in the world today. Long lists of things to do and little time to play.


Choices steal moments away as she wonders whether to blog or actually write in her journal. Perhaps her Bible study requires her attention. Lists of things are not much fun.

Her boys tucked away in bed, her husband out on the softball field. Heavy eyelids, but laundry calls. If her house were clean, maybe this would not be such a sad song.

Garage sales, schedules and other things

I am having a garage sale. Thursday and Friday. I don't want to do it Saturday, but I just might.

So far, I am negative $4. I paid $29 for my classified and then sold my two car seats for $25. Yeah.

It's hard not to look around and see "STUFF" that you would like to banish from your life. It's hard to imagine the variety of people one needs to attract to a garage sale in order to sell all your stuff.

And, my schedule sucks. Or rather, I suck at my schedule. Or I can't manage to schedule myself. Whatever it is, it SUCKS.

Other: I HATE TOADS. Am desperately afraid of them actually. And, twice this month I have seen one in my yard. In TOWN. Completely unacceptable. I already hate being outside, now who will protect me from the scary toad? Gene already grows weary of the post.

Why tornados and the media are not a good mix

Last week, the "media" (yes, I do train aspiring young journalists as part of my job in higher education, but let's not stray from the point here). OK, so "the media" goes on and on all day long about a storm to end all storms. Everything is in place for one heck of a tornado. Whatever a storm needs to be a BIG concern, well as far as the media was concerned it was all there.

And, what happened, exactly? NOTHING! I'm all for advanced warning, but not the all-day, play-by-play weather. As if sports are not already out of control in our society, we are now turning our weather casting into a sporting-like event. Yuck. We get the before the event, the event and then the wrap-up of why the before the event stuff was WRONG! WRONG! WRONG!

I have to think God gets a good laugh out of the the people on the media's weather team, especially ones who work for TV.

So then a few days go by and a serious storm pops into Kansas again. Not so much hoopla, but I guess the storm got the last word after all.

Freedom!

To do what I want and when I want. Ha. Like such luxuries actually exist.

I want to enjoy a 3-day pleasure trip where I have nothing to do hanging over my head. Hanging over and sucking the very life from my body.

Clearly, it's time for a Coke : )

Jury Duty

So, I've finally been summoned for jury duty in my 34th year of life. So far, this has meant having my schedule held hostage. Trials for Monday and Tuesday have all settled out of court, leaving me to check the schedule come 5 p.m. today.

I would rather know, yes I am serving or no, I am done with this. I have things to schedule.

Oh, well. I would love to tell you what my week looks like, but I do not know. I do know that I had better finish up a project I have been putting off.

Cheerio.

Quotables

From a sign my mother-in-law gave me for Christmas: "Mothers of little boys work from son up til son down."

From my oldest son after hearing a short kids sermon on how God does not take problems from us, but he walks us through them. When asked what he learned, he says, "God lets us keep our problems."

From Jared every night as he does his breathing treatment, "Bob. Bob. Bob. Bob. Bob." We've watched the same Veggie Tale show for five days now.

From me as I realize I am going back to work tomorrow. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

No Christmas cards

There's absolutely no way I a going to even get them started before Christmas.

How does everyone feel about Valentine's cards? (And, yes, I know that's a question.)

I don't wanna …

• Grade, but there are stacks of it. If it were sound, I'd hear a stereo version.

• Clean, but my girlfriends are coming to my house for Bible study tomorrow

• Cook, but my family is expecting dinner tonight

• Exercise, but I hear it's the only way to shed those pounds.

• Work, so clearly I'm bloggin'

4:36 p.m.

Technically, I've put in my time today. Not sure why my backpack is going home filled to the brim, however.

Started out with a department meeting at 8:30 a.m. and worked through lunch (not without eating in my office, of course). Accomplished a lot of things, but not really things that I get a solid outcome for. I hate those pesky little tasks. Too small almost to make it to the list.

Perhaps I should just add "pesky little things" to my daily to-do list because all of these things eat away at my time.

Oh, well.

Wednesday is trash day

Gene and I are facing somewhat of a tight financial month. Problem is, it's only day 1 of said month.

Anyhow, I mentioned to him that I hoped the trash bill wasn't due this month as it's paid every three months. He laughed and said we should get a discount because we seem to remember to take it to the curb every other week.

Perhaps the fact that a simple task is often overlooked puts perspective on the nuttiness we call living our lives as the Cassells.

The Cassells need to take five and drop all the things that are not really important.