
Hopefully I have the facts straight, and if not Tina please let me know; but Tina and her DH publish this awesome on-line magazine that is worth a long look!
And whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God and the Father by Him. Col 3:17

Hopefully I have the facts straight, and if not Tina please let me know; but Tina and her DH publish this awesome on-line magazine that is worth a long look!

My mom loves being crafty, just hasn't had the time she'd like to do it, as she has worked 3rd shift for almost 30 years. But the blanket got me thinking, mom has been really into crochet the last few years and I must have quite a bit of her work around here. So I started taking pictures...and realized mom has given me quite a few of her treasures that I display around the house. I wanted to share them with you all.










Finally, I had to resort to calling DH to come home and get the door open for me and take the kids to school. I called and let them know I'd be late.
I scraped and brushed and chipped away at the ice while the snow came down in large white fluffy cotton balls. I am know looking like a drown rat. I fixed myself up as best as possible and went off to work; sliding into the parking lot that apparently was kept as nice and clear as the roads! I think by this point I was talking to myself. I wasn't angry, mind you, but I guess I'm a bit spoiled and don't have these crazy mornings very often.
As I walked up to the front doors of the school I was greeted by two teachers who told me that the school was evacuated and everyone was in the elementary building. I think that was the point that my eyes bugged out of my head and I really wondered if I was awake or having one of those stupid dreams. "oh, it's true" they assured me. So, I hiked across the field to the elementary building, praising God all the way for all the exercise I was getting today.
No kidding, I get to the door, it opens, another teacher steps out and says we are all clear to go back. Now I'm thinking I'm ready to go back home to bed.
I went to work in the attendance office, telling myself not to be a baby and just work. And I was fine. Could have gone for one of those high octane coffees the kids all walk into school with now, but I was fine. Had to get work finished by 9:00 so I could make my appointment with DS's guidance counselor. DS is a great middle school kid who is just dragging out this maturing process to the point that if I don't go have some professional tell me he's fine every once in a while, I start to worry. I needed one of those reassurances this week so to her office I went. I think the PMS struck about 9:00 this morning and the poor guidance counselor had weepy beemoosie in her office.
I am not so sure what she thought about me, but she assured me DS is fine and she would work on a few organizational issues with him...
I think the rest of the day was pretty normal...but once those hormones kick in and the tears have been flowing, it's pretty hard to keep it together the rest of the day. Doing algebra at noon was a hoot!
All I wanted to do was get home...and I did make it home. To the security of my family. The phone rings. It's for me.
"Ma'am you took a civil service test last summer, can you come in for an interview for the index clerk position?"
"Why, yes I can." Who said that?
To be continued....





