think before you post….think before you post….think before you post….
I wrote what I thought was a funny Facebook post on Sunday. And people DID laugh. But after a couple hours of it being up on my wall and a few “that has to be the worst job ever” comments about the person in the post, I pulled it down.
The whole thing made me ashamed.
I’m so lucky I teach. I’m so lucky I can be in my car driving down the road. I’m so lucky for so many reasons.
Laughing at the guy who’s not so lucky is the worst kind of privilege.
I’m going to try to be better and think before I post.
What I’m Loving: Ranch dressing, air fried radishes, LCHF
I laughed at the weather alert on my phone as I walked into school. It told me the high today was only going to hit 50.
And then I cringed.
Because DD lives in Cleveland where temperatures are set to fall to record lows with windchills of -45, and meteorologists are telling people to make sure they’re completely covered if they have to go outside even for a minute or else they risk death.
DD has to go outside.
Thank GOD the DGDs do not have to go out in that cold.
Mom of a grown up is so hard. I can’t do. I can’t fix. I can only laugh and cry and hug and share and pray and pray and pray.
So that’s what I’m doing tonight and what I’ll be doing the next three days until the polar vortex passes and winter in Ohio is back to normal bundle up babe. ❤️
What I’m Loving: My job, Texas, DH, DD, DGDs, pepperoni, Diet Dr Pepper
What I’m Writing: ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
DD and DGDs when the winter was just a little bit warmer.
When we sell this beauty, we’re out of the classic car business.
I expected today to be a day of joy. But when we walked inside Johnny’s house it was kick to the gut.
Johnny isn’t here.
Before now even though he’s been gone for months the house still smelled like Tide and Snuggle and Cream of Wheat.
That’s gone now.
And sitting here looking at this empty space hurts in a way I didn’t expect.
If I close my eyes I can remember Johnny in the kitchen with the hard candy or making tea or eating cookies. I can see the Buddhas and model classic cars and the tons of old movies.
Once Johnny stopped treatment for his cancer he laughed as he talked about all the cars he was leaving for us non-car kids. He said we’d have fun.
I enjoyed visiting the Leake Auction, but I’m not sure about fun. It has been nice to remember Johnny in each of the vehicles.I don’t know how long it will take to sell the Chevy, but when it goes I know we’ll be a little sad. We’re not car people, but Johnny was. I hope the Chevy finds a new owner who will love her like he did.
Johnny at Grandfield Days with some of his classics.
I don’t know anything about governing a nation but come on, Mr. President. Open the government.
It’s on you.
Accept the border spending, open the government then demand weekly dinner parties with Democrat and Republican senators where you preside and make the case for your wall. Negotiate the right way.
With the government open.
With people getting paid.
With furloughed workers going back to work and keeping us safe, keeping the government doing what the government does. Running federal prisons, working TSA, working as air traffic controllers, patrolling our oceans and beaches and borders.
You can’t wait on Mitch McConnell anymore. He’s proven he WON’T bring a bill to a vote even though it would pass.
I’m not sure what your friends told you was going to happen. They were wrong! People are hurting. 800,000 people. And it’s going to be more soon.
So please, Mr. President. Open the government. You can do it tonight while you’re watching Tucker. Make the call that puts the whole thing in motion. Save us from this insanity before things get worse.
Somewhere between my classroom and the apartment I lost my lunchbox.
I don’t know how this happened.
But it reminds me of back in the day when I would lose my hairbrush and my mom would say “Look in the last place you had it,” and I’d look at her like she was crazy because hello, if I remembered that, I’d know exactly where the brush was.
A little note to the person who finds the lunchbox: the pepperoni and cheese were courtesy of a last minute–crap, I forgot to pack my lunch and I’ve got to get–scramble to leave this morning.
I’m not sure why I was scrambling. My alarm went off at 5:45 and 6:00 and 6:15 and 6:30. Okay, maybe I do know why leaving was rushed.
Back to the hairbrush. The one I remember most was white with a glittery plastic handle and bristles that made me wince as I brushed through the tangles.
Once I used an entire bottle of TAME conditioner on my hair to try to get those tangles under control. The commercial lied. I still had tangles AND my mom busted my backside.
Trouble was my middle name back then. There was the BandAid Woman episode where I took all the bandaids in the house and plastered them all over my body then jumped in front of Young and the Restless and sang “BandAid Woman!” like I was Shazam or something.
Yeah. That did not end well.
I’m not sure if the hairbrush was lost at that time, but it sure the heck was found, and man, was I ever sorry about that.
BUT I won’t be sorry if my lunchbox shows up tomorrow.
AND my mom was right. That advice is golden.
What I’m Loving: This is Us, Atomic Habits, the Daily Calm
I'm an opinionated wife, mother, teacher, high school media team adviser who likes to talk about life, books, movies, music, teaching, the world in general, cooking failures and successes, and, of course, the ups and downs of writing.