Randomization

Yeah, that's probably not a word, but it sounds good in my head right now. I haven't blogged in a while, been busy. I am currently sweating after hanging a few more things in my classroom while it's hot, hot, hot in heeya; I know, I know, the A/C can't cool this behemoth building in one fail swoop; it takes a bit. Anyway, some thoughts from the past week or so:

- Harry Potter 6 was good, although 4 and 5 are still my favs. The last movie is being split into two...I can see where they'd have to do that; one's tookus can only take so much of theatre sitting.
- A woman paid for my Earl Grey latte (try one) in the Starbucks drive thru yesterday morning. I was giddy; I thought that was super nice, so I paid for the guy behind me...I wonder how long that kept going...Pay It Forward:)
- May, the adopted dog, had to go...to the shelter. I hope she's already been adopted.
- I started reading the book of Joshua last night for several reasons. As I was reading, my notes informed me that Joshua had been Moses' assistant for 40 years...amazing. I knew he was his predecessor, but I didn't understand he'd been around Moses that long. Joshua was an amazing leader, and I think I'll learn a lot from him over the next couple of weeks.
- The story of the mom murdering her baby in San Antonio makes my heart hurt.
- Summer is too short, but I am soooo ready for Fall.
- My little brother is getting married in three weeks.
- I could watch CSI and Law and Order for hours...but I won't.
- "Methland" is an astonishing, realistic view (so far) into the lives of small town Iowans trying to get by.
- My daughter's laugh is my favorite sound in the world.
- I've got to get to work...
- Have a magnificent day:)

WhattaWeek

If you read my previous posts you'll see that we recently "rescued", or co-rescued a beagle named May. May is quiet, meek, and really very sweet...that is, until I leave the house. I was naive and overly trusting to leave her in the house when I went to have lunch with a friend on Tuesday. I was gone for two hours on. the. dot. I pulled up and from my drive I could see my ravaged curtains in every window in the front of our house. I probably started to hyperventilate. I walked in, and every window that she could get to, minus one very weird and accessible exception, was naked or semi-naked. My curtains lay in tatters, and there was doggy snot on my windows. I was in shock. I put her outside without a word. I was up until 1 this morning hanging (new curtains, that is), sweeping, wiping, etc. I feel bad for May, and in the words of the Dixie Chicks: she just needs "wide open spaces". My home, nor my bank account can afford to take another hit:(

So, get her a crate you say. I did. I put her in it so I could go to Lowe's to purhcase more curtains, rods, panels, etc. When I returned she'd bent the metal frame...how, I don't know. She's almost catatonic when we're home, but her inner Hyde roars her head when we're gone. I've talked to my cousin, who lives on a ranch, about taking her. I hope it works out because this former miniature dachsund household isn't quite equipped for Miss May.

New Family Member...

Her name is May.

It appears that she was dumped, probably had been hit by a car, but her wounds are healing, and she's healthy and beautiful and as sweet as she can be. Baby Girl loves her, and the hubby will meet her Thursday. I hope her life before us was happy, but with no collar, no search parties, and proof of prolonged wandering, that doesn't seem to be the case. She's happy now:)

P.S. She looks like the Mama pictured above...couldn't get my camera to love my computer tonight:)

Around this Time Every Year...

I wonder why we still live in Texas.

The temp is stifling-scary-hot, much like it is every day in every part of this wonderful Lone Star State of ours in the months of July, August, September...and the kiddos are still usually sweatin' bullets in their Halloween masks. I'm soooo ready for December:)

With that being said, I'll still be a lifer (unless we experience a deja-vu of the Roman sort) - then we're movin' to New Zealand.

It's Late. I Should Be In Bed.

But I had to illuminate one more injustice in the world before doing so. Ella picked out some Lucky Charms earlier today. The whole family likes 'em, they were on sale, and what is this?...double the marshmallows?...I'm there!

After dinner Ella had to open the box. I poured some into her bowl and ill will toward the leprechaun immediately started brewing. Suuure, there are twice as many marshmallows...because they cut them all in half!!! They're tiny!! What is that about General Mills?

But I think I've figured it out. Since the unemployment rate is so low, GM, not the car guys, the cereal guys, created new positions...marshamallow halfers/halvers. Who am I to complain?

BTW, if you care one iota; my fav 5 cereal list: What's yours?

5). Lucky Charms
4). Strawberry Frosted Mini Wheats
3). Cinnamon Toast Crunch
2). Golden Grahams
1). Fruity Pebbles

Half-Blood Prince

11 more days until I get to see it. I would have downloaded the trailer, but youtube is being fickle at the moment. Check it out :)

Classless, Tasteless...Heartless

I got into my car this afternoon, looked to my left, and saw the sticker pictured above on someone's passenger door. If you can't see it clearly, click on the picture; it gets bigger.

It's been bugging me...what did he think as he purchased the sticker, peeled off the back, and stuck it to the passenger door? Most people will automatically judge him and think him to be a person described by the above adjectives. I realize that one who would flaunt this sticker is possibly craving attention, positive or negative, which is sad and pathetic really.

It's not a joke; it's not remotely funny. The very ones this sticker demeans and disrespects are the same ones who have died or are dying and will continue to die in order to provide the freedom it takes to display such vehement crap, for lack of a better word. I cringe to think of a veteran or mother, father, wife, husband, son, daughter, or child of a soldier seeing this sticker. Why add another moment of worry or sadness to their lives? It's not worth what cheap, artificial pleasure the driver receives from people's comments or expressions. To the driver: Grow up. And if you're tired of the supportive, patriotic people in this country, try moving to one of the following: Russia, Venezuela, South Africa, Jamaica, or Colombia. I hear they're really lenient toward opposing opinions.