J-boy is supposed to bring a flower to school tomorrow for his teacher.  This got me thinking....I wonder if he will remember his kindergarten teacher the way I remember mine.  Mrs. Thysell.  Why after 32 years I can recall that when I couldn't tell you what I ate for dinner last night--well that's probably another subject.  I loved Mrs. Thysell's class.  I even remember my work book.  I also remember her crazy 70s hairdo.

So, here's to all you teachers out there, my friends Gail and my SIL...homeschooling counts, my SIL's SIL (couldn't resist),  Miss Janice and Miss Niki.  You all are awesome!  Thanks for what you do for the kids [especially those of you in the crazy state of California--where they hope (shhhhh!) you'll stop saying (shhhhhh!) mom (eek.)].  And thanks to my numerous teachers who were just the best (stored in the middle of the worst district) I could have asked for....imagine where I might be without you.  I hope you all get spoiled rotten this week.

The rules:

1. Each player starts with 8 random facts/habits about themselves.
2. People who are tagged, write a blog post about their own 8 random things, and post these rules.
3. At the end of your post you need to tag 8 people and include their names.
4. Don’t forget to leave them a comment on their blog and tell them they’ve been tagged, and to come back and read your blog for the whole story.

My Random Eight:

1.  I've never been tagged....and I don't think I know 8 people with blogs.  LOL...I'll get there.

2.  I spent my lunch hour getting refocused on things that matter.  I love having a sister in the Lord who loves me for who I am, and will meet me where I'm at.

3.  I used to be a night person, have never been a morning person.  Despite this, my life forces me to wake in the wee hours and get my hiney out of bed.  Now, I am neither a morning or night person...I just live by day.

4.  Unlike my SIL, I am all about the reds...I like the warmth of all things red.

5.  Out of a 12,000 employee company, the CEO knows my name.

6.  God uses my kids to blow my mind daily.  There is nothing like the smile, hug and laughter of your own little one.

7.  I am a hand therapist.  If you don't believe in God, look at the hand.  The intricacy of the human hand screams a designer.  How one can think it came together by chance screams idiocy.

and of course,

8.  What if I did a ninth?  Does that screw up the rules?  Who makes the rules and why do I have to follow them?

but now, whom shall I tag?  all my friends/family are tagged by the others?  help, what do I do?

One of my patients bought  my kids a book...Your favorite Seuss....13 of the Seuss books in one.  I read some of it today at work (I finally brought it home this evening).  I have to say, all things seem more colorful with a little Seuss.  If you are under stress, I highly suggest a little "And to think that I saw it on Mulberry Street", or "the Sleep Book"...Nonsense and rhyme.  You can't help but smile.

K-girl is yelling for me to come lay in her bed (crib that is) with her a snuggle...she thinks I should sleep with her.  J-boy is sleeping with a bucket next to his bed, my car stinks (and will be particularly smelly after tomorrow's Santa Anas heat-I think I'll park in the parking garage), and no matter how many times I wash my hands, I simply smell puke.

Just the baptism of my car alone makes me official.  I was already wanting a new car....

Okay, so let's face it...I wake up in the morning with the intent to stay focused on the Lord, "whatever things are true, noble, just, pure, lovely, of good report, virtue and anything praiseworthy, meditate on these".  But, my seat hits the seat of the car...and I tend to get distracted.  I spend the rest of the day fighting to stop getting distracted.  All distractions are good excuses, and yet, you'd think that by now I would have figured out how to FOCUS.

Then, there's that moment in time, when a little 6 year old shows you how easy it is...just STOP.  "Let's play my game I made up, mom; after all, we're supposed to worship God in the morning, afternoon and night aren't we?"

J-boy found a die on the way home from school the other day.  Of course, he immediately began rolling the die.  So he made up a game.  If you roll a 1-say one good thing, 2-two good things, 3-three good things, 4-four good things, 5 or 6-well, sit and relax you get a turn to rest.  The game has evolved over the last two days, now we give thanks for 1-4 good things.

So, go get a die and place it in your pocket.  The next time life seems out of control, and your focus out of wack...roll the die and give thanks.

J boy and I were discussing our trip to visit my brother et.al. in the fall.  We were working out the sleeping situation in route as we stayed at a motel or two--who would sleep with whom.  I think we both forgot K girl was there--until she popped up and said "I sleep with uncle Jesse".  I guess she must like him.  Last time he was in town, she was completely hyper, until she climbed up on his lap at dinner and sat without moving for about 45 minutes (pretty impressive--she's quite picky as to who she'll snuggle with).