People let me tell you bout my best friend

A few updates and one really corny, cheesy ramble...

1. Mom and her man are back together. I'm over it and over her. If it makes her happy, fine...be happy. Just come to Georgia for Christmas and Thanksgiving if you want to see me.

2. Grad school is kicking my rear end. I only have one week left of the class from Hell. That week has an 8 page paper and a huge final though. I can't see the light at the end of the tunnel right now.

3. I still LOVE my new job, I really do...but this week has thrown me for a loop. We lost a teacher this week due to numbers. She was displaced in our county. So as of tomorrow I no longer co-teach 3 classes and have one by myself. I now teach 3 by myself and co-teach one. I have 2 6th grade social studies classes, one 8th grade Language Arts and my co-taught 7th grade LA. Co-teaching is not what you think either. I actually co-teach. The other teacher and I feed off of each other and take turns throughout the lesson teaching different aspects. I'm excited but hate, hate, hate losing my kids that I have learned to adore. I also hate changing my caseload after spending endless nights working on things to help them in class. Oh well...at least I have a job at the same school.

Now the ramble....

Brandon has been gone since Wednesday. He went on a hiking trip to the North Georgia Mountains and is getting back today. I've always heard of people calling their spouse their best friend but thought that it was going a little far. After being away from him for four days and having very little communication with him (2 - 3 minutes a day) I'm starting to realize that he really is becoming my best friend. I never realized how much I depend on him, crave his attention, long to hear his voice, need him to bring me back to earth, need him to comfort me, want him to say everything is going to be ok...just so I can get mad at him and tell him he has no idea what he's talking about. I have missed his companionship and his laugh and can't wait for him to be home in just a few minutes. We've been away a few times since we've been married, a lot this summer, but this was the first time that we've had no communication. I pray that I keep strong friendships with those that I grew up with, went to college with, and gained here in Georgia...but he really is my best friend.

I told you I was right...

I hate to say this, especially with my mother's happiness on the line, but I was right. I knew I was. I knew there was something going on with that man that creeped me out. I knew it.

Here's the rest of the story...

My mother dated a guy when she was a teenager. She has just finished taking care of her mother who passed away when my mother was 19. She loved this man. He was called away to war and came back in a wheelchair. He told her that he didn't love her and wanted nothing to do with her. I'm sure it was because he didn't want her to have to live that way but still he broke her heart. Mom met dad, married him, and took care of him for the last 10 years while he was in and out of the hospitial and nursing home. Dad passed away 2 years ago this November. The day he died there were flowers on our front porch from that man. A few months later they started dating and were engaged just a few weeks ago. The whole time I did a very poor job of keeping an open mind about him but crap...the man broke my mother's heart. She called to tell me they were engaged and I lost it. I never did like the situation and was even more pissed that our house would be sold and I would have to go to "his" house when I went home to New Hope.

She loved him. I'll give her that. She loved him, he made her happy, so as much as I could, I put on a happy face and pretended to finally be ok with the situation.

Until last night....Mom called me around 5 my time. I was in class and didn't answer and figured no one had died when she didn't leave a message. I called her when I got out of class and she had already gone to bed. My mother is 61 years old and works 11 hour days so her being in bed early is nothing new. I asked her though why she had called me so early. She responded that usually she was somewhere else but she hadn't gone over there last night because he had told her on the phone that they needed some time a part. Who says that? 14 year olds...that's who. The more I thought about it the more pissed I was. So being me and being like Kay I called him. I said some really not nice things. Especially when he led on like it was her fault. Are you kidding me? The woman works 11 hours a day, goes to his house, takes care of his crippled rear end and then comes home and goes to bed. Really...she has time or energy to cheat on you....come on. So after setting him straight and deciding not to drive to New Hope to kick his face in, I calmed down.

I say all of that to say this....you don't mess with my husband, you don't mess with my mama and you don't mess with the mee-maws. I will punch your face!

So....if I call you and tell you the bus is swinging by to pick you up to go kick some rear end...just put on some pink shorts and be ready!!

It's Labor Day

and though I'm sad I'm not sitting on a whale with these girls...I'm ok that I'm not in New Orleans!

I am at home however, coughing up a lung, sore throat, and reading a book that I would rather use as fire wood in the winter.

Here's to fun memories!