The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow :)

Here it is, the eve of my mailing date. The entries are all edited and revised (finally - only took 3 people plus me working non-stop to get entry 1 down to 12 pages - ick)

Only a few minor things to do. Write the contextual information section (small) about my school and district. Put my number on all the pages. Order them and paper clip them and put them in the right envelopes. Then seal up the box. Now there is a pleasant thought.

Two years of work going through the mail. That causes sweaty palms and head spasms. Why just the other day when the FedEx plane burst into flames I was pleased that I had gotten my 2 class computers back the day before. (not that they went any where near China, but still)

You hear stories about mailmen, I mean "mailpeople" dying and then they find all this mail in their garage. Maybe an urban myth? But still, who HASN'T ever had a piece of mail lost??? And insurance??? Forget it. You better have a receipt and then some. What kind of receipt would I give them for 60 pieces of paper and 2 CDs that have taken two years to compile?

Receipt - one arm or leg, whichever you choose. Throw in one fried brain. We might come out even.

It's funny. I haven't let the packet out of my sight for days - I cart it everywhere (and yes it's heavy). My poor 'puter is so backed up that it is probably insulted. And here I am getting ready to mail it.

It has to be like letting your child go off of to college. No, more like letting your baby go off to college because my poor box won't be able to speak up or fend for itself either.

But all of this wasn't the purpose of the post. The sun WILL come out tomorrow. I am sure I will be relieved and happy and have a weight lifted off. And I know for a FACT that the Midnight Sun will shine tomorrow, as I just found out that there are 12 CHAPTERS online at Wikipedia. I am saving that reading (Edwards point of view of Twilight) for celebrating tomorrow :) - if I can.

So tomorrow I say, Go Forth, Baby Box, and go straight and true to your destination. Beware of vampires lurking, mailpeople garages and fiery planes. Amen.

I am Surrounded

By mountains of paperwork. Everywhere I look, every spare spot on the table. Covered in papers.

I am feeling more than a little nerdy and bookish. How 'bout crazed??? Tomorrow is my last final hurrah for my National Board stuff. I have the day off tomorrow to finish everything that isn't and redo everything that is done.

I changed my mail off date with my mentor to Friday. I still have papers/entries out being edited and revised to, of all people, the principal and assistant principal. He probably took one look at it and laughed. Oh well. I've got to edit out 4 pages of the one he is checking out - cut it down to twelve. I seriously need help with that. I could probably do 2 myself, but that would be pushing it. Writing shouldn't be limited or made to be a minimum amount. You should just say what you gotta say and that's enough. Or if it's over, that's fine too.

Guess I'd better get started. But I can't leave without severely editing THIS post. Here it is in a nutshell.

See pic x 3. Tons -- paperwork. National Board. CRAZY! Mail Friday. Edit exhaustively. Say what you need to say. Bye.

Strange Day Off

I had my stress test today. I smoked it! I went to the eighth level and they still couldn't get my heart to the target rate of 160! I was sweating like a pig when I was done and sure didn't look too attractive but I was happy.
That made me feel so good! Plus everything else looked great on the ekg. YEAH for me :)

So we had time in between that test and the dr. We drove around and ended up going down to Jefferson Barracks National Cemetery. My family isn't really big on going to grave sites. It just isn't something we do. But I found my grandpa today.

The last time I had been was so muddy I ruined a pair of shoes and they didn't have his headstone up yet.

There is something so peaceful about that cemetery. It is so neat and orderly.

The deer run rampant there and I had to watch out for their "piles" so I wouldn't ruin another pair of shoes.

We had lots of time to spare so I took a lot of pictures (see my photo blog). Then we headed back to the dr.'s office to just sit in the parking lot and wait for the appointment. That was when it happened.

I had laid back in the car seat to take a smidge of a nap. Hubby pulled his book out and started reading. The next thing I know, this crazy guy is driving in front of us real slow, flipping us off! Hubby started to get out of the car and he stood with the door open and said, "What's the problem?"

The guy started screaming, "I got a hurt leg and I gotta get in. Are you going to sit there all day?" And he started getting out of the car like he was going to come kick hubby's ass.

I told hubby he needed to get back in the car and he did. He immediately went back to reading while I stared at the guy making sure he didn't come bash my car in or something. Then he yells to me, "F U, Bit--" And I'm thinking what on earth did I do??? He finally got back in the car and drove away.

I like these little scenarios. (ha) But they always get me to thinking, well, what would I do if he just went nuts?

1. If you are wanting to fight someone, don't announce that your leg is injured. That would have been my very first target. (stupid idiot!)

2. call 911 and say someone is attacking us

3. throw my humongous coat over the guy's head so he can't see and then proceed to beat him up (if I could even get close cause hubby might hog the fight)

4. if he pulled a gun, start the car and run him over.

It was obvious he was there because he had ran out of pain medication. I hope he got sedated for his journey home. And hopefully they gave him a handicapped parking permit so he doesn't accost anyone else for sitting in a parking space he wants.