Artwork

In the mood to draw :D
My take on an original drawing by 'Shichigoro Shingo'

When I grow up

So I finally figured out what I wanna go for with my degree!!!
Until recently, I was taking classes based on the fact that every degree out there requires it. Like math, (up to a certain point) English, communications, electives and so on. Well I ran out of options like that and needed to know which classes to take in order to get a specific degree. 
The big question lying in front of me..Which one?
So I went to an adviser and talked about all the many options, AND...finally figured it out
Drum roll please...

Associate in advanced behavioral health sciences

This will allow me to work with disabled children..I can work with the police interviewing trauma victims...Social worker, and many many more. 
I am very excited about all the classes required, they are very fun and interesting. Which makes me think this is the right way for me to go. I look forward to seeing which of the many jobs I end up doing in the end. Probably many before finding the ideal one for me :D

The small things

The little things in life...

I can't tell you how many various things I have baked throughout my life that required frosting of some sort. And then me being silly and loving to decorate things, color some of it and draw something..squeezing the frosting out of a zip bag, but first...you have to get the frosting IN the bag. That always includes my hand completely covered in frosting, while the frosting lingeres in the top part of the bag...all over the zipper, making it a chore to get it shut again.

And then...

I stumble..

On this...

 

How did I not think of this?!!

I'm telling you..it's all about the small things in life. The next time I bake something, I won't be dreading trying to get the darn frosting in the bag :D

It may be a small comfort in life, but they all add up! 

One thing after another

Josh and I went for our nightly 3 mile walk last night..gorgeous out and the puppies were happily exhausted by the time we got home. The kids were put in bed before we left and asleep by the time we got home, so we got ready for bed. For me, that most always includes a bath...soak the muscles after walking :D 

Well everything went perfect..did lots of reading, very relaxed and ready for bed when I realize...

no....

towel....

ug. 

As usual (even though they have gotten the lecture time and time again) after the kids were done with their showers this evening, they left the towels wet..on their floor. "Deep Breath" I really had to tell myself it was not worth the trouble, waking them up out of a dead sleep on a school night, to make them pick up the towels and put them where they go. After all they are already musty and gross from hours on the floor. (at least that's how I convinced myself) 

So instead I throw my clothes on while wet, and remember that the terry hair towel I use is in the clean basket in the office..along with a possible towel. I step out of the bathroom..sopping wet feet..and slip on the tile floor. Long story short, the children almost died last night..so much for being relaxed before bed..my wrist is not happy..and there will be a towel in the bathroom labeled "mom's towel"...and if it is ever touched by anyone besides myself..my horns, tail, and pitchfork might need to come out 0_o