Oh shit,
that’s really scary!
Perhaps,
I should run her off the road,
feed her children to geese,
or something even more clever,
that I will plot later.
It is definetly the south.
There are plenty of churches, fundamentalists, and people who pray.
What the hell am I thinking?
I might actually have to breed and go to church to have friends here.
No,
Never,
Ever.
In other news, I had three interviews today which all went fantabulous. I was very excited and feeling arrogant and vain. My hard work has paid off and these schools are all fighting for me. I think I have made my choice though and I am eager to call tomorrow to accept the position. By the way, the classroom in my soon to be new school is absolutely awesome. 1. It is HUGE.
2. It has a whole wall of cabinets.
3. It has wonderful windows that actually open. The natural light is great.
4. There is great furniture. (I know you are thinking Who gives a shit, but that is important.)
5. Outside the windows are rolling, grassy hills and student maintained gardens. Yippee. I am so embarrassed about my recent interest in gardening, but Mum and Aunties would be so proud.
THE PRINCIPAL SEEMS TO BE GREAT AS WELL!
We also looked at a great new construction KB home today with our realtor. I liked it a lot, but QQ pointed out that it has a drawback...electricity is an upgrade, the roof is an upgrade, and so on. We also found these great bungalows that seem to be fully upgraded, but I think they may be just out of our price range...DEPRESSING AS FUCK!
Although, QQ did mention he would sell a kidney to get into one.
Hmmm....I might have to consider that.
Now for some sad news...
My dad called us this afternoon to tell us that my grandpa died this morning. He was working outsiide and he didn’t feel well. He sat down to take a break, fell over, and passed away. My feelings are quite strange about the whole thing. I don’t really feel deep sadness like one would think. He lived an amazing life. He saw all his chidlren grow up and most of his grandkids grow up (I am the 2nd oldest and the youngest is a teenager).Grandpa went dancing often and was always building something on his 400+ acres. QQ started visiting Wisconsin with me about 5 years ago and always enjoyed “Wayne.” He enjoyed taking us on tractor rides, pontoon boat rides, and for slow Sunday drives in his 1940 Chev. Grandpa was in his 80s and had a good quality of life. Yet, I find myself saying that dying is also a natural progression for us. It doesn’t really seem depressing. He didn’t feel any pain, he had no fear, and it happened quick. I think I secretly hope that is how it happens for me one day.
Death is such a funny thing. I have spent a lot of time thinking about it lately because my grammy in Vegas is ready and we talk about it often. She has pointed out to me that she is 87 years old. She never imagined living to be 87. She misses Aunt Patty terribly, her dog passed away suddenly a few days ago, her husband and many friends are gone, her body keeps her in constant pain, and she lives with her very annoying sister. I can’t even imagine. The selfish part of me spoke up a few weeks ago and told her that I wasn’t ready for her to go. I want her stay longer. She hugged me and pointed out that I don’t need her. She thinks we will all be fine. She’s ready. Can you imagine getting to that place in your life? It’s so strange to think about.
Anyway, stop the sadness. Happy Tuesday to all who are reading!
*BTW, Mitwife, a D.C. trip sounds like so much fun. We will start planning when I unload my fucking house, very soon of course.:)
