Finding Krissi

Two posts in one day. It may be a first. It's not. Once upon a time I was constantly posting. Sometimes two or three times a day. When did I have that kind of time? Where did that time go? Okay, so lately the song below has been on a loop in my head. For some reason it is resonating with me right now. Possibly because my life is going through a transition. Not just my life but Me. I can actually feel all these changes taking place. Such a difficult thing, feeling, emotion to explain. Whatever it is I love this song. I think because it is about taking on life without inhibitions. I need less inhibitions! I also need to KNOW that it is okay that I don't have all the answers. That I can have parts of my story that are unwritten. Maybe I just need to enjoy writing the story a little bit more and worry less about how it is going to end. Whatever my reasons I love this song right now. So turn up the volume, throw up your arms, and sing with me people. I am unwritt...

I have picked up a little slack from a friend or two about not sharing information. Sometimes I am a big open book and I let the whole world in. I tell you guys everything even stuff I probably shouldn't. On the other hand sometimes I am a closed book and I don't say a word. It is a mystery when I choose to do one or the other. :) A mystery I have yet to figure out. So I didn't say anything but then the news kind of leaked out like news does. Even when you don't think it's news it's just life. Have I built up the suspense enough? Well the friends who gave me slack already know as for the rest of you here it is. Last week S. was elected as a ninth grade officer at her school. She is thrilled, over the moon, thinks this is going to be the best year EVER! She worked hard preparing for the election. At her school you have to prepare a portfolio. For the portfolio you have to come up with ideas for several activities.  Activities like a school dance...

I have been sitting in this chair since one this afternoon. Okay, well I did get up and run a kid there and another one there and then back to get them again. But!! Other than that I have been here ALL DAY!! With my nose buried in a book, my fingers typing away, and my head processing information. School is hard...and there is lots to accomplish and time keeps speeding up. I swear what was 24 hours a year ago is more like 22 now. I don't know how that happened but it has happened.  Do you know how it happened? So I'm still sitting here in this chair. Except for now I'm stepping away from the book. The book that talks about Onomatopoeias, Similes, Metaphors, Alliteration, and Personification, also the structures of an atom and did you know.... Never mind I don't even think I want to know.. Tomorrow is the last night of one more class and my graduation date is now officially under a year. WOO HOO BABY! All I have to do is survive less than 10 classes ...

Honestly, there are many things about me that I'm not to crazy about. I have a running list in my head of things that I ought to change. Also, I have a running list of things I ought not have done. I picture those list on long scrolls, if I was to ever let go, the paper would go on and on and on. Picking at myself is probably one of the most girly things I do. Women are famous for finding fault. We start with ourselves and we move outward. We find fault in our lives, husbands, kids, and . . . Well the list kind of just goes on from there. Ironically, our list of greatness is much (x1000) smaller. We don't take time to numerate all of the qualities that make us fantastic. I'm sure that the list exist it is just buried under all of those fault finding list. Sadly, I believe that this keeps our brains tuned into fault finding instead of great finding. (I just love when I make up phrases. :)) That is to say, instead of finding the greatness in every day, we look for and f...

I know, I know... I have basically disappeared from the blogging world. I think about blogging, I have whole list of ideas for post but no motivation. Writers block? Blog Burnout? I'm pretty sure it is a combination of the above, and the hustle and bustle of life. The kids are getting bigger the days of being at home and watching WAY to many episodes of Winnie the Pooh are gone. I know that you have heard me grumble, complain, and whimper about this subject far too many times. Which I think is another reason to add to the reasons why,  I am not blogging. To much complaining! Once again I need to stress the point I HAVE NOTHING TO WHINE ABOUT! Which leads to the question, "What the heck is my problem?" Well the list is plentiful but in the long run it has come down to priorities. This little blog has just not been a priority. Instead I spend my limited free time engrossed in a challenging game of Suduko. Yes, friends I have abandoned my blog for Suduko. ...

So I have been wondering if any of you experience the first of the month slam. If you do, you know exactly what I am talking about. For some reason the first week of our month is always the busiest week of the month. Add to that the final week of class, a term project, and what we have is chaos and a growing ulcer. Okay, well I don't have an ulcer but if I did the first of the month would be bad. Now I sound like I'm being a big whiner. I'm not whining I just can't believe how crazy busy life can get. Just for the record I feel like this the first of every month. I am even willing to bet if you look at when I disappear away from this blog it correlates with the first of the month. Then by the end of the month life isn't so busy. It is weird. Hence, the first of the month slam! The strange thing is, even though I'm total home body, and I love being at home having NOTHING to do. It is kind of fun running here and there watching the kids do there things...

Another week, another class with a teacher I'm not sure I'm going to survive. Well, more than likely I'm going to survive. Having a teacher that wants you to do hard things will not in fact kill you. This "teacher," feels that it is good to draw us out of our comfort zone. He asks impossible questions. Questions that our personal. I explained to him after class that frankly the answers to the questions were, "None of his business." I really did say this I was a little upset with him. So, the thing is the teacher is from Belgium. He is one of those super intelligent people. He has broken through the ceiling several times over his life. So in his, ever to be, not so humble opinion, there is no reason that we should not break through our own ceilings. But I like my ceiling. It is a very well constructed ceiling, it is perfect, and just exactly where I want it to be. Why should I break my perfect ceiling? According to "him," becau...