and back to school tomorrow.

woohoo.

there is no school and I am not losing a sick day today. In-service speaker and tech seminar tomorrow and I’m going to be irritated if I have to pay up or lose a day for missing it.

My eyes burn. My head is full. My throat hurts. ew.

I care not what others think of what I do, but I care very much about what I think of what I do! That is character!
Theodore Roosevelt

Does it matter what people think? People are going to think what they want whether you like it or not so I really don’t think that it does. On the other hand, some think what they do is cute, witty, amusing, or cool when it is far from it. Using the argument that it only matters what I think of myself really doesn’t work. Sometimes there is a fine line between self-confidence and idiocy. That is not to say that self-confidence is not important, it is. Self image is also important. Another situation where balance is essential.

IMO it is more important to be happy with yourself than to worry about what others think, but I don’t think that gives anyone permission to act without regard for others.

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Relaxing to the sounds of: Kenny Loggins - Celebrate Me Home
via FoxyTunes

From left to right: Alli, Djembe (Jem), Tiki, Me, Lil Bit, Big Bit, Tchaik, Blackie

As it is Valentine’s Day I guess it is only appropriate for me to do my second introductions post and tell you about Djembe. Our story is strange, but I find it amusing. For those who haven’t figured it out yet Djembe is my husband. I sometimes refer to him as Jem, Mr. Wonderful, the Cook, or my little drummer boy. The word Djembe refers to an African drum. I chose the nickname because Jem is a percussionist…a rather good one if I do say so myself.

I met Jem at a Halloween party, October 29, 1994. On and off we spent the evening talking and laughing together. At that time I knew he was older than me, but I had no idea by how much. It didn’t matter. We had really connected and I was looking forward to getting to know him better. Over time we figured out that our paths had been crossing for years.

While I was in high school he was the drum instructor at a rival high school. We had attended many of the same competitions and shows, but never crossed paths. That’s a good thing given that he is eleven years older. We also discovered that I met his best friend a few years before I ever met him. I had my heart set on attending another college and had been visiting the other college and playing with their band all through my high school years. Jem’s best friend was involved with the drum line there. Another odd quinky dink, Jem was a roommate of a cousin of mine. When Jem met my favorite great-aunt at a family get together he was surprised to realize he had met her before. I fully believe that regardless of my college choice we would have eventually crossed paths to end up together.

After we finally met we were close from the start. Being apart was absolutely miserable. We met at the end of October and after a miserable Christmas break apart we decided that being apart was not something we would let happen again. We married May of 1995.

Through good times and bad we have grown together. He is my best friend. He is my valentine.

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Relaxing to the sounds of: John Tesh - Spanish Steps
via FoxyTunes

Isn’t it just the most obnoxious thing to be spammed by an idiot?

The girls love their allowance but we have been struggling with the earning it part. Getting them to pick up their room was a weekly struggle. After shower time they left their clothes in the floor. After I refused to do load after load of laundry they got better about doing their own. It was still difficult. So far the issues have improved by the production of a task list for each. They strive to get along with each other and Lil bit is the eager little beaver. Who would have thought it would be so simply. Hope it keeps working.

Over 40 days I have done this 365 thing. I’m struggling lately and wondering if I really want to keep it up. It is a neat idea, but not something I want to sacrifice enjoyment for. I’ve said time and again that I do not blog for anyone but myself. If others stop by and like something that I say, icing. These days my head is splitting by the time I make it to the blog and all I can focus on is the fact that I am ready for bed. So there it is…to be, or not to be? That is the question I am asking. Maybe I’ll make a better cheer leader.

*yawn*