What a day and it's not even noon! I woke up feeling awful, had to make an emergency trip to the orthodontist for my daughter(turns out they forgot to put the tie wires on last Friday), then I get to work(late of course) and the first thing I hear is someone with an e-mail problem, then the second thing is one of the databases isn't working correctly. I just want to go back home and hide under a blanket on the couch! Wonder how much personal time I have accrued......
The chocolate pie is like a french silk. I use real whipped cream and a little vanilla ice cream in place of some of the milk. Really rich!!!
Nice to see we are gathering back in our special place. 3 finals down, 1 research paper and one final to go. I'm dealing with a school staff member that keeps stepping on toes and other staff that are getting testy with last minute issues. I will take one of those virtual drinks b/c I found out all of my back pain is really my gallbladder and need surgery and won't be able to lift my 22 month old for at least 2 weeks after. Part of me can't wait for this year to be over and part of me is dreading going through it again. I am starting to think of this process in terms of pregnancy and birth-you can't wait for pregnancy to be over but can't stand that no turning back feeling of contractions and water breaking. Ok, you can tell I'm on lots of medicine when I start the birthing analogies.
The irony of commitment is that it’s deeply liberating-in work, in play, in love. The act frees you from the tyranny of your internal critic, from the fear that likes to dress itself up and parade around as rational hesitation. To commit is to remove your head as the barrier to your life. --Anne Morris
Ohhhh, chocolate pie sounds wonderful even if I don't eat too many sweets. Is it something like the French Silk pies sold in the frozen food section?
I do have to confess, one of my daughter's gifts for Mother's Day from school this year was a list of sentences that she had to finish. One was "Things that remind me of mom"... mom loves being on the computer. That wasn't such a good feeling until I thought about it and it's mostly here and working on the school newsletter so she does benefit from it doesn't she?
Hi closetwriter! I have a husband who gets that way over my chocolate pie. Last time I made one the kids suggested that I make two-one for dad and one for the rest of us!! They argue over who ate how much! I guess I'm flattered. It doesn't take long to make one...how about I head to the kitchen and whip one up while you mix up some margaritas?! Just read your post in the "horror stories" section. Sorry to hear your troubles. I'll post my "advice" there. Better do it before I have too many margaritas or it may become "censor" material!
Grab the drinks when you've got them ready and join me in the kitchen. You can lick the spoon and I'll even let you in on the secret ingredient to my pie!
I knew I had better do something when he went for the unopened bag of Ghiradelli choc chips today--he needs a fix.
MMMMMmmmmm My fave but the Ghiradelli Triple Chocolate Brownies that Costco sells are the best (I finally broke down and told everyone at school they werent homemade, they just assumed they were, I guess)-
Gonna havta run and get some to bake for mothers day tomorrow. FTD flowers arrived today and the kids have alraedy made her cards.
Gotta watch the Pacers WIN and FastForward thru the Cubs game (7 straight losses, if they lost today )
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I always feel like I am appreciated more during this time than on volunteer appreciation day. I have gotten so many neat thank yous sent home with my kids, I'm thinking about making a collage to put over my desk to try to keep me inspired over the summer. The only thing I don't like about the end of the school year is saying goodbye to the staff that won't be returning.
The irony of commitment is that it’s deeply liberating-in work, in play, in love. The act frees you from the tyranny of your internal critic, from the fear that likes to dress itself up and parade around as rational hesitation. To commit is to remove your head as the barrier to your life. --Anne Morris