Six months in the making

It is done.

The "horror" happened the last day of May and it took until the last day of November to get it all fixed.

Here it is in all of its glory.

Now no more people in my house! I'm going to rest.

So over at the Real Housewives of Oklahoma
they wanna know what are you looking forward to the MOST on Thursday or what are you MOST thankful for?  
 It's a blog hop too so you can go back and read what everyone has written and maybe discover a new blog to read.




I'm thankful for the following:


My two girls who fight and scream and the next moment hug each other and whisper secrets only they can know.


My son, who calls me faithfully from college--when he runs out of money.


My husband, who says he'll be home by a certain time and it's guaranteed he'll be at least 30 minutes later.


My dog, Ozzie, who vomits at least once a week on the floor for me to clean it up.


The rest of my family, who during the holidays, provide me with more entertainment than the Jersey Shore ever could. GTL--Good Times Love.

Thanksgiving Week...gobble gobble?

It's Thanksgiving week. Most of us have made lists and are in the process of getting everything we need for Thursday. There are advertisements everywhere you look for food. On television, there's a constant dedication to food commercials. Morning shows have been spotlighting dishes for weeks that we can cook for the family. Desserts flash before our eyes. Just watching TV can make you hungry. Heck, I'm almost inspired to cook a few things myself.



You be careful though. This is just the beginning. Sure, they encourage you to eat now. Images of happy people with family and friends enjoying food and drink dance before our eyes. Beautiful music plays in the background while the unknowing stuff their jolly faces. 


This trickery will continue through the month of December and then advertisers will hit you with a brick full of guilty.  Just you wait til January.


On the first day of January we're all overweight slobs who've indulged way too much and shame on us--Jenny Craig is calling.  How dare we eat everything we're encouraged to buy. Now, they're selling guilt in a package on the morning shows. They're telling us how to get rid of the tire around our waists. Diet soda commercials replace the chocolate candy ones and a tear of disbelief rolls down our chubby little cheeks.


So, keep all this in mind as this week kicks it all off in royal fashion. Gobble, gobble they tell us now, but just you wait. They'll be singing a new tune. But really--do we have to dance to it?

Wow...this semester.

This semester has been kicking my butt.

I work at a local community college and I teach developmental writing. I don't know what it is about this semester, but it's going to do me in.

I've had some issues with not feeling well. My doc prescribed me a medicine that sent me to the hospital and it seems I've been working from behind since then.

Really...I could say that.

I'm just not feeling teaching there anymore, so at the end of this semester I'm going to take a break from it and see what else develops.

I know it sounds juvenile--I'm just not feeling it. In grown up lingo this is what it sounds like: I've decided at this point in my life that this may not be the path I want to pursue and I'm going to take a some time to investigate other avenues or opportunities.  Yeah...not feeling it.

Wish me luck.