*SNARK* Okay–it all started when I asked for time off– last year. And I did a little paperwork and the time off was approved and vague, mysterious things happened in all bureaucratic layers above my head, and this year I came back to school and VOILA! I only had three classes. Or so I thought…. Read More

I’m afraid I’m going random style today–sorry. I’ve been trying to dredge up something coherent all day, and it just isn’t flying. Brain on sludge–talk to me after Christmas! * I hate my 3rd period class. A lot. Someone VANDALIZED A FUCKING DESK today–I caught it in time to wipe that thing clean but after… Read More

(Okay–random kid cuteness, because no one was on the other computer and I could!) Now…First of all– Waiting– So far, so good! (ismarah, come… join the dark side…) Seriously, so far, folks have enjoyed WAITING, and I am, well, pleased. Very very pleased. Keep the comments coming–they do give me hope! (And since the iUniverse… Read More

WAITING is up on the website–except there’s sort of a labeling problem. (You know when you’re reaching for chocolate and you get cheesecake…yeah, hate that!) Sometimes when you pull it up, the sidebar under ‘Amy’s Writings’ says ‘Yearning*’ and ‘Yearning’. The one WITH the *asterisk is *really* WAITING, not YEARNING! Sorry about that–fucking computer glitches!… Read More

Okay– the dragon in my blood that was ‘Waiting’ has settled down to brood happily over ‘Rampant’ again, the election is over (Go Obama!!! California–shame on us. Shame on us all) and the Christmas madness has not quite begun. I’m almost ready to join the human race again. Or I would be if this pesky… Read More

I have officially remembered why I went to part time. I had a staff meeting today–didn’t get home until 5:15–the short people were… well… Amazingly talkative. I spent two hours on the couch with my squishy Ladybug kitty and a cowgirl and a kid who needed to look at a Wal-Mart catalogue and a kid… Read More

I’m sorry. I really am. I know most of you will forgive me, but I may alienate some people. I don’t like doing that–I really don’t, but what’s that quote by Martin Luther King Jr.? Our lives begin to end the day we stay silent about the things that really matter? Yeah. That. One of… Read More

Okay– here’s the pictures! I know, I know, one of them is sideways–and don’t enbiggen them because it shows you what you’ve always suspected: My children are possessed by Satan and have the red-eye to prove it! But it doesn’t matter. Possessed or saintly, they’re mine, and as I said before, they’re hella cute:-)

OKay, the post has nothing to do with the title, but Roxie told a funny joke, and that was the punch line, and I LIKED it! Anyway… I’m tired. Knackered. Destroyed. Explaining the ins and outs of my day would just be confusing, but it’s getting so I’m starting to count the stress of my… Read More