Mr. Nunn passed away last night. Anyone reading this who either went to Chamblee High or knew someone who did, please pass on the word. He taught biology for 30 years at CHS. He was also the father of one of my good friends. I cannot even begin to express my sadness right now. My parents both went to CHS and had him 30 years ago.
I also received bad news about another friend's father who has cancer. It started in his lung, has gone into his brain and now his liver. Fortunately, they caught these early, but that's no guarantee.
Everyone take a minute and just think about someone you love. Call them, give them a hug, send them an e-mail, something. Anything.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Friday, January 19, 2007
DANG!
Okay, so I took 10 minutes and wrote some heartfelt, thoughtful prose about being a Mommy and wife and all that crap and lost it. Not my sanity...the blog entry. Dang. (The sanity went a long long time ago.)
Oh well, so here I am...it's Friday. Scenes of "Office Space" are running through my head. Can't wait to get to the weekend. It's sad. I love my job. Well, love might be a little over the top, but I do like it. However, it's been a rough week and I'm looking forward to having a frosty beverage and sitting down with my feet up, vegging out to mindless drivel on the television for an evening. We've worked out twice this week and I tell you, it's been tough. Not the workng out part, just the scheduling of events that have gone on around it. Trying to get The Boy from home to school to grandmas to home again and in to bed by a reasonable time has not been easy. We're going to go to the (indoor) pool on Saturday and then going to a friend's birthday on Sunday, so we're not lacking in events this weekend, but it will be fun things that we will enjoy on our own time.
Did anyone watch the musical '$crubs' episode last night? Funny stuff after having just had my physical and the doctor sends me home with a "fecal occult" test. Yeah, not going to happen, crazy lady. Apparently, everything comes down to poo. At least, that what they tell us. :-)
Oh well, so here I am...it's Friday. Scenes of "Office Space" are running through my head. Can't wait to get to the weekend. It's sad. I love my job. Well, love might be a little over the top, but I do like it. However, it's been a rough week and I'm looking forward to having a frosty beverage and sitting down with my feet up, vegging out to mindless drivel on the television for an evening. We've worked out twice this week and I tell you, it's been tough. Not the workng out part, just the scheduling of events that have gone on around it. Trying to get The Boy from home to school to grandmas to home again and in to bed by a reasonable time has not been easy. We're going to go to the (indoor) pool on Saturday and then going to a friend's birthday on Sunday, so we're not lacking in events this weekend, but it will be fun things that we will enjoy on our own time.
Did anyone watch the musical '$crubs' episode last night? Funny stuff after having just had my physical and the doctor sends me home with a "fecal occult" test. Yeah, not going to happen, crazy lady. Apparently, everything comes down to poo. At least, that what they tell us. :-)
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