My germs will not be deterred!!

I've been sick the past few days, with a nasty cold/flu/fever combination. On Saturday I didn't move off the couch. Sunday was much the same. However, my friend called me Sunday to tell me she had my germs, thankyouverymuch. I had warned her. I said "Don't sit near me, this is going to be bad." Late last week, when I felt the first snot drip, and the first fever chills, I told her to stay away! Protect herself! Funny lady that she is, she took some cold fx and assumed that she could fight off my killer germs. Even as late as Sunday, when she called to say her body had let her down, she seemed to feel that the germs would not effect her as strongly as they had me. Ha! Ha, I say!!
Misery loves company, so I had a good laugh this morning (still tied to the couch) when she called and croaked "What comes next? Tell me, what horror is the next stage?"
Friends share. And apparently, friends laugh at each other when they sound like a 60 year old smoker comparing gross symptoms.

Odd little people

My friends think I have weird kids. I admit, sometimes they are a bit....odd. Different from the usual kids.
For example, earlier this week we went to Subway for supper. There was no regular milk left, so I broke down and got the Terrors a chocolate milk to share. Yummy!! Girl Terror drank about half her milk, and then told me "Mummy, I am not drinking the rest of my chocolate milk, because I know you bought us a chocolate egg treat for after supper."
During that same meal, Boy Terror looked up from a loooong moment of gazing into space, and asked "Mummy, do you think that direction is east?" I had no idea (really, why would I know that?!) so he asked his father. Indeed it was east. "That's what I thought," said Boy Terror before going back to his sandwich. What was going on in that little boy brain? Why did he need to know the direction? No idea. I've given up trying to understand.

back in the saddle again.

Not dead. NOT!!! I just have been busy with summer. You know, important things like hanging out on the beach, reading lots of books, and basically relaxing so much that it pains me to type.

School is back in for the year, and I am torn. Usually I can hardly wait to get back, and this year I was excited but not unbearably so. I love my job, I would hate staying home, but summer was so.....great!! Hot!! Fun!!!

This year I am teaching 3 Planning classes first semester, and 3 Planning plus 1 English class second semester. This is exactly the assignment I asked for. I didn't even have to bribe my principal, he just gave me what I wanted! What is up with that?!

The Terrors are back in school. Girl Terror is going into grade 3. I remember grade 3. I had a crush on Glen. That's as far as I want to think, because I'm hoping she still thinks boys are a foreign species. Boy Terror is in grade 1. My baby! Grade 1! He's still cute and snuggly though, so I know he hasn't grown up too much.

The whole point of this post is to say yes, I'm still alive, and yes, I will be writing again. I just have to find a way to break the writer's block. Let me know you're still here, reading, and maybe that will motivate me!