All About Joel... In My Words...

Our dear principal apparently read my blog worrying that I am writing about him... when I am ready to tear someone to shreds.

So I thought I would put his fears to rest and write about him.

What can I say about this man...

First of all, he is no metro-sexual.

He is someone that likes to have fun.

He is a great prankster.

He is someone of great faith.

He is someone who is patient, long suffering (very long-suffering, lol) and hopeful.

He is a very interesting person.

He loves road kill.

He loves his Wife.

He is a great Dad.

He has a unique ability to pick a shirt that becomes a great conversational piece.

He is a good cook. He makes a great apple crumble.

He is a glutton for punishment.

He likes football (even in his fantasies).

He is our Bill Nye the science guy crossed with the Nutty Professor.

He puts fear in the hearts of fish.

He has corpses in his freezer but not skeletons in his closet.

Aw... There is so much I could say. But the one thing I know is that I am glad that this man and his lovely family is part of our school and community.

Wow... what a nice blog this is. Don't get too use to it! lol

All Over Again! Yes, I Would!

Last night on our way home from friends, Sanj asked me if I knew what I know now, would I still have married him?

We were going back in time, he was telling (his version) of his proposal.

I said, "Yes, I would."

He was surprised that I said yes! lol

Guess he realizes that he is a kook.

Life is good. I think that the big picture is a good picture.

I love my husband. He keeps me on my toes. He makes my world go round. He is the peanut butter in my Reese cup.

I love you, Sanj.

TGIF

Last night Sammy came home from hockey practice with an injury.

Apparently his brother, Tyler, slashed him and he hurt his arm real bad.

I spent 2 hours at the doctor's to determine that it is a soft flesh wound.

SO glad it was not broken. Wondering how many of these visits are in the future?

I heard Tyler "bragging" to his friend that it was broken. (Sammy was trying to make him feel bad... guess that didn't quite work).

I had a delightful morning with some of my favourite people on Good Neighbour Committee.

Such a great group of ladies, with big hearts and creative minds... (of course we missed you that was absent).

Sammy was at this meeting. "Are all your meetings like this? He asked?

I wasn't sure what he was getting at. A bunch of women, chatting at once, laughing having a good time (even though we really are working). I didn't want him to get the idea that I was slacking all day! lol

"Do you always have this much food at your meetings? And can I come?" he asked.

I had to laugh. He was more than happy to fill his belly. There is always food.

Food = fellowship and fun.

Maybe this is what is missing from my other committees that I am not enjoying as much.

I am so looking forward to making the plans and ideas come to life. Nothing like seeing a goal through and knowing you are going to make a difference.

Tonight at our school is a parent night out. Again, it centers around food and fellowship. Greek food is on the night's menu. Yum!

I am looking forward to just being with people that make my world go around.

Tomorrow I get to go to my camera class. It is 3 hours... on learning all about my new camera.

I am so excited. I am also a little scared.

I didn't sleep well last night. I ran out of my sleeping pills. I had so much on my mind. I couldn't make it stop. It was 2:30 or so in the morning and I hear Josh. He sounds like he is going to throw up. I sit right up. I cup my hand under his mouth and out comes a thick stream of supper, I am assuming.

Talk about waking up. It is really one of the grossest things out there. Puke. Even my own kid's makes me want to throw up.

We changed the sheets, got settled and then my minds begins to go again.

What is that about? I really need to take up yoga or go back to lamaze or something.

So, I am tired. But ready for tonight. I miss my husband. He has been so busy. It is ridiculous.

I am not even going to go there. I can't wait for spring, when he will be done his classes.

But tonight, it is about us.

There is nothing like a good babysitter. Someone that you know you can walk out and not worry. I LOVE our sitter. The boys enjoy her. And I come home to a clean, dishes done, house.

Her family is going to be moving to another city soon. Not sure that will happen then. Very sad about that.

OK... I am just so tired. So I am rambling. I just needed to write. Hope your weekend is a great one with some relaxation fit in.

Teenage Torment

I have missed writing. Life has been busy. Today I had to take Tyler to the orthodontist for 10 a.m. I decided to take him out for breakfast after dropping the others off.

Moody. Wow. Here's the thing, I wanted to have my boys close together. I had this fantasy that this would allow them the chance to be friends as well as siblings. I am not sure what I was smoking.

What has been the outcome of that is I have a 14 year old... with 95% attitude. I have a 13 year old with 75% attitude. I have a 12 year old with 50% attitude.

Hello... where did I go wrong? What was I thinking? Don't get me wrong... they have their moments of wonderfulness but really is moments all I get for the next few years?

Sanj said last night... "wake me up when it is over..." lol

So I am not sure on what the point was. Sure they can be friends... there are those moments.

But Tyler ... I so expected him to be easier. Maybe he is easier. I am just scarred. He is an intense child. He is my child that latches on to something and I am doomed.

First there was the obsession with tools. That lasted about 2 years. Then it was all about triceratops. You know the 3 horned dinosaur. That lasted for a few years. Then there was elephants. That was followed by the Crocodile Hunter and a love for reptiles especially crocs.

I am exhausted just remembering. The older he gets the more expensive his obsessions become. Clothing, golf clubs and so forth.

He is now into his friends. It is exhausting. If he is not with them, then he is online texting, emailing or Face-booking them.

He is loyal. He is dedicated to things he loves. Sanj and I were saying he will make a good husband someday far away.

I miss my sweet Ty-ty. I am not sure who this moody broody boy is that keeps surfacing.

So as much as I loved having a baby factory going back in the day... I didn't think of the hormone hazards that would be coming my way too.

Thankfully I have my lovelies still... my Maxwell, Zachary and Mama loving Josh!

Peace Be Still!

It is 5:28 p.m. I am getting supper on the table, a load of laundry in the wash, tidying up from the morning rush, and admitting that my floor HAS to be mopped. Yuck.

I was always busy. But this kinda busy... I am not sure I like. I really do like being in the office. I like figuring out things and conquering the crazy new computer system. (I just hope that I don't forget it all by Tuesday, again)! I like being around people. I also really like knowing I am contributing to the business.

But then I come home to dishes, supper, laundry and homework await among many other things.

How do you do it... working mamas? Probably organization, huh? Yah, I really have to work on that one.

I was thinking about how great it would be to find someone to come in 2 hours a day... do my tidying and a bit of laundry... how nice it would be to come home to that!

OK, I'll keep dreaming.

I appreciate the words of love and wisdom yesterday. I was venting. When Sanj gets stressed, it stresses me.

Here's the thing... I do know God has a plan, say for our school. I know that He really is in control. I just get so stressed when I see things happening that are not good... I am assuming... and I wonder... "Hello God... don't forget about us... when are You going to step in?"

I am perhaps of little faith. I think so often of the story of the disciples in the boat, trying to get a little rest from the crowds. Then that storm came. And they were scared. I hate to say it, but really I always felt Jesus was being a little to rough on them. The waves were huge (I am assuming), there was lightning, thunder... I would be to petrified.

I know that Jesus was in the boat. They should have trusted. But I would have been like them. I would have been SO scared. Apparently it is all about timing and faith. If the disciples didn't lack faith, what would have happened? Just having Jesus in the boat would have kept them safe?

Wow. So here I am ... it is all about faith. I trust that our school, which I love so much, which is also God's school will be taken care of by Him. Just because I am scared of a "storm" doesn't mean it is all going to sink... right? And just because I see a huge wave that is going to capsize the boat any minute... doesn't mean that it will sink... because Jesus is in this boat/school... right?

Not that there are storms... this is a metaphor of sorts!

Peace Be Still. Lord, I am praying for peace to still my beating heart. I pray for this amazing school, that I know You love and are in control of. Help me let go. Help me to trust that You have it all in the Palm of Your hands. Help me to let go of pettiness and fear. Bless our school.

Lord, please bless it. Bless our wonderful principal. Thank you for the patience he has and his trust in you. Thank you for the staff and teachers. Then there is the board, Lord... thank you for those that are so dedicated (and their lonely spouses) to serving. Lord, may each of us have open hearts to continue to serve You and open ears to hear You.

May this place be Your place where our child will continue to grow in Your love.

Thank you, Lord, for Rhema.

Amen.

Thank You, God That Today is OVER!

Today is one of those days I am so glad is almost over. I almost fell asleep at 7 p.m. as I was lying down with the boys. It has been a day full of stress.

Stuff was happening at the office... very stressful for Sanj... in turn, me. But it seems to be the kind of thing that will work itself out. Hopefully. Prayer... Faith...

Then there's stuff that happens that you wish you didn't know. It happens whenever you care too much or become a part of something dear to you.

What do you do? I wish it was easy to just withdraw. But it isn't.

It sucks when people take roles and abuse their power. It sucks when people can't be wrong.

It sucks when one person's actions impact a larger group.

I want to write death threats. OK, not really. But I do want to be really ugly. I do want to be really unchristlike for 5 minutes. I want to slash some tires. OK... not really... so if your tires are slashed... I didn't do it... because I really do like you!

It is disappointing when adults act like the child. I would almost say it is an insult to children to liken bad adult behavior to them.

So today was one of disappointments.

But there is always tomorrow. Hopefully one can prayer... that is really what I need to do when I get so frustrated... prayer that God's in control. He is in control... I am thinking, even when it doesn't seem obvious.

God, please be in control.

Breakfast!