Dang it.

Six weeks. 6, count them, 6 WEEKS. Six weeks is usually an amount of time for a recovery whether a baby, sports injury, doesn't matter, pick an injury and you usually hear, "Give it about 6 weeks.". Six weeks is usually that magic number.

So you would think.

My dang ol' foot is a mess. More precisely, my toe joint and the area all around it. Of course from walking funny, the rest of my foot is not happy anymore either. The toe joint-area burns tonight. It isn't no fun being held back by such a thing as an injury that you have no clue what the injury is!  And yes, that IS a double negative in one sentence..on purpose!

How does one like myself, simply walk into my daughter's room, hear a POP in her foot and then not be able to walk for 6 pickin' weeks. Tell me? Is it just me, I ask, that silly ol' things like this happens to or are there other 40 something year old women  walking around, no, hobbling too?

Did I mention my house has three levels?

Did I mention that looking cute or even slightly attractive during the Christmas season with some darling heels is OUT OF THE QUESTION!

Did I mention I am a teacher who stands and walks most of 8 hours?

I finally have an appointment Tuesday with a podiatrist. Oh he better have some answers cause I'm not going to continue to gimp along acting like there's nothing wrong.

IT HURTS and needs to go away.

Like yesterday.

Thanksgiving 2011

Where am I now

I am a school teacher.

I am a 5th grade school teacher of 22 children.

I am a 5th grade school teacher of 22 children who need to be acknowledged.

I am a 5th grade school teacher of 22 children who need to be acknowledged each day and given a smile.

I am a 5th grade school teacher who wears down by 3:30pm because of 22 children, full of energy and questions, who need to be acknowledged each day (whether I feel like it or not) and given a smile that is genuine.

You see where this is going. I am a working adult who for some reason has a hard even saying  the right answer to the question,"Do you work?"  "Why yes, I am a teacher." Stumble. Stumble.

Maybe it's because I have been one for so long now. Only difference is the schedule is strictly held, I have tests to administer regularly, I can't just sit on the carpet all day to read something exciting, I get paid now, and oh yeah, I have to get up at 5:30am and actually look decent. Well, 5 out of 6 isn't so bad?

Processing. First year out of the home, I'm not teaching my own child what I'd like her to get, I am investing greatly in 22 children I just met, and somehow trying to juggle the rest of life.

Hmmm... where will this new journey take me at 44 years of age? Only time will tell.

Processing.

One Meal. One Day

WOW! Boo had an opportunity with Compassion to do this video over the summer as well as take pictures for a HUGE board to encourage sponsorship of children through Compassion. It's so cool to see your children participate in a ministry that changes the world...one child at a time.

One Meal. One Day. November 9, 2011

You go Girl!

Trinidad.... The City that Sleeps

Sleepy little Trinidad.
We ventured over for a night to make our morning drive home a bit easier. Found a cute BnB, made our reservations, and had a plan. Little did we know Trinidad closes up quite early or better yet, never even opens on Sundays.  We drove around looking for a place to grab some lunch that had a TV with the Broncos game playing. Two choices in town... a bar and a pizza joint. Luckily the pizza joint had a TV and they were Broncos fans and the food was wonderful! A meal and the game. I won't mention how badly our team played.

 We wandered over to the Tarabino BnB  to get settled in. We were the only guest in the whole house.  We finished the game, played some cribbage, still not so hungry for dinner, so we went for a stroll in the neighborhood. The views from atop the hill were lovely. This little town has brick streets in most parts. A bit of character, I'd say.

So it was a good thing our hostess of the mostess offered us oatmeal cookies. Turns out, that was our dinner. We weren't hungry until about 8 o'clock that night and wouldn't you know it, the town was done for the day. I guess we could have wandered over to Mickie D's for dinner, but NOT. So a night in was on order. A big ol' house with just us two.