Life after FaceBook . . .

Alright. I did it. I confess . . . I joined FaceBook. I couldn't help it! Anne so nicely pleaded with me! Well, I joined thinking that I could hide for a bit and, you know, feel it out before jumping in full force. Hmmm . . . not so much. For those of you who aren't on FaceBook(you know, that'd be those of you who are still getting through your to-do lists!) you CANNOT join "just to check it out". It's all or nothin' and once you're in- you're in! They even flash your picture and name to people who might know you, causing people who knew you when you were in 1st grade and then moved away to want to get back in touch! Personally, I think it has to do with a subconscious desire to have more "friends" than the next schmuck. It does an ego good to open up your inbox and have 5 or 6 "friend requests" and to think of other people opening up your profile picture and seeing that you have a bazillion friends. (seriously- like you FB addicts haven't thought it!) I've enjoyed the back-and-forth nature of FaceBook and without a doubt, it is more accommodating to my non-committal, ADHD-tendencies self!

So besides FaceBook, I'm working on department scheduling(imagine a never ending trip to the dentist), improving my teaching, learning more about Autism Spectrum Disorders, and staying on track with my walk with God. Oh- and somewhere in there is the normal tries to stay on top of laundry, dishes, cooking and eating. I am also wondering when in the midst of all that I am going to get my storage room organized so that I can fit my lawn furniture and bike in it?!?!?

My back has been out since Tuesday, and to top it all off, the extra stressor of this weekend involved a strange cut under my thumb nail that has gotten infected. I KNOW, TMI! But besides serving lunch at the men's conference at church, I spent a good amount of the weekend with my thumb alternating between a bucket of hot soapy Epsom salt-y water and peroxide. Seriously- how ridiculous is that???

School is a little crazy, as well. Kids leaving, kids coming, kids being sent home, and time spent following up with a behavior specialist. We've had several rough weeks, with some particularly rough days that will be etched forever in my memory . . .

A few humorous moments made it in to the weeks, too. How about overhearing a 10 year old boy in the hallway, "does this sweatshirt make me look fat?" He's the same boy who wondered aloud where the bellybutton was on the gourd that another student had brought with him. (why?? I do not ask those questions!)

I'll be back, I promise. I'm also checking in on my blogger peeps regularly. I just couldn't miss what is going on in your lives! My own life is just not that exciting in reality, I promise!

Google bad.

'Manda not happy. Nuff said? Stupid side bar tab scrunches up the rest of my home page, making me feel like I need glasses. Hard to read. No likey!

A

4 years ago today, and-well- 33 years ago today . .

There aren't many days in life when I can look back and know with absolute certainty where I was and what I was doing. Today is a day that I can! 33 years ago today, at this time, I was working up to making my grand appearance to this world! I was born at approximately 6:35 pm, if my memory serves me correctly. Oh come on! You don't think I remember that? I meant my memory of the stories told to me and seeing the time on my birth certificate!

I can also look back to another birthday spent in the hospital! Have I ever told y'all this story? My last days of 29 found me stressing about my 30th birthday. I would spend it alone, as my friends were all busy. Bummer. At my weekend job on Sunday I mowed the lawn and -so I thought- put my back out. By the time the over night shift came in, I was in agony. Rolling, well, writhing really, in pain on the floor. I managed to drive home where I called my neighbor for help. She came down and helped me find some left over muscle relaxers from another time I'd put my back out. I took one, called in for work the next morning, and soon took a second. At about 1:30am (ON MY BIRTHDAY!) I drove myself to the emergency room. Walking in, I declared that I needed drugs, lots of drugs! Long story short- the doctor decided that it wasn't my back, but my gallbladder! 3 or 4 shots of morphine later they decided to keep me and I passed out. An ultrasound the next morning determined that I would need surgery that afternoon. Sooo . . . 4 years ago at just about this time, I was coming out of recovery and returning to my room. No food, no birthday cake, no soda. It was 9:30 that night before I even got a crummy sandwich! They let me out the next morning. I purposed in my heart after that experience that I would never again be dismayed about where I would spend a birthday or who I would or would not spend it with! I don't think I'll even be concerned with my age! Whatever you want God! Where ever you want me! I'm not complaining!

Amanda