And how!

So I'm finally on the road to getting my silly piece of paper that says I can teach. Nevermind the fact that I've been teaching for a long time and that I'm a good teacher. Now I have to pay $21,000 so the State of CA can "certify" that I'm a good teacher. It is important to keep in mind that I have a good job and and a lot of support behind me. So that my friends is the positive thought for the day.

Ego Shmego

I'm working with a woman right now who is all about EGO. She also talks incessantly, which is saying a lot, coming from me. You know those people that always have to "one -up" you whether you're talking about how tired you are, or how much work you have to do, or your recent break-up, they always have to have the story about how they are so much more tired etc. Yeah, well she does that too. I never realized how exhausting that can become. I'm hoping at least that I can improve my leadership skills and figure out how to work with her, or just hit her with my Webster's Unabridged.

Stupid Stupid Stupid

This is a list of stupid things I hate today (and every other day actually):

Teachers that want to teach and can't because of credential issues.
Credentials for teachers that want to teach that are very expensive.
Organizations that give teachers the wrong information and then threaten to fire them when they don't meet the crazy rules the organization arbitrarily create.
Low salaries for teachers who want to teach.
No Child Left Behind.
Meetings about rules.
Stys that won't go away.
Family problems.
Lies.
Drinking too much.
Spell check programs on blogger that don't work.

ARGH! Why didn't anybody tell me!

So I'm sick and I'm about to go shopping with Mouse for his wedding. He needs a shirt, cuff links and shoes. I wonder why guys think women are just inherently good at this type of stuff.
In other news, I think Sailordude might be back in the picture. After a tough six months of not knowing what I wanted I feel as if things are pretty clear now. Without going into too many details, the universe has been sending me some pretty serious signs that Sailordude is the one for me. Big Brother (BB), came over Thursday night and he pointed out that any relationship would be destined to fail until I had totally worked it out with Sailordude. Odd that BB is so insightful about my relationship after the train wreck he's just been through. But he's totally right. It's true! I finally realized the other night that until I really truly gave Sailordude a chance to improve the things he wanted to, I could never forget him.
So of course I've been asking everyone: Why didn't they tell me I was still in love with him?!
Apparently everyone thought I knew. Whatever.

Scary Stuff

Yesterday was Mouse's birthday and since we no longer live together I threw him a party. We had a BBQ at my house (since I have become the "one with the big house") and he invited all of his friends. Most of his freinds have been around since he was in college. As I am the yougest in my family, I had spent most of my high school career drinking and rabblerousing with these boys. I was thinking about those days as I frantically cleaned my house (that's a whole different blog for a different day!). i looked up to them like they were gods. When in actuality they were just crazy college kids that drank too much.
i pictured them more or less as I remebered them, i was only expecting a little bit more girth, the kind that comes with being in your mid thirties. I was of surprised by the fact that they all had KIDS! anad WIVES.

DADDY! MOMMY!

So the Big Creole is coming back from the motherland today. Mama is so happy and that makes me wildly happy. It's been hard with him so far away. My family is big and loud and strong. And we've been apart, spread all over the world, for many years. The distance has taken its toll on mama. I guess I didn't quite realize until I started reading her blog. I knew from talking to her that she was upset, but as I have no children myself, I didn't really understand the fear she's been feeling. That's not too mention the isolation. It's interesting, how I've come to understand her so much more since my father's been gone. As women we've become so much closer. I need in her ways I never have before. I really like it.

Please refer to last post. . .

Yes it's true. It's been a year. But here's the thing-I got busy. Really busy. And felt as if perhaps blogging was a little too much too hande. However, I was inspired by mamablog and all her online blogging cohorts to start again. There has been well. . . quite a bit that has happened and called into question: EVERYTHING. I have recently reevaluated relationships both romantic and not. It's been rough. I have however continued to work and work well. The rediscovery of a wonderful job and talent has kept me stable.
All that to say things will get better and maybe some of you will care and maybe not. But I'm having fun. To sum up, no more Halem, no more Sailordude. Just LPC alone again, naturally. More soon.