After about 27 attempts and some unkind words and thoughts (toward technology in general) and with the help of my co-worker Candace and my son Jerrod, I finally figured out how to do this thing.... If it works again????? Who knows... and who cares? I'm still not convinced about this blog thing, but Candace thinks I should do it.  I can't figure out why anyone would want to read the nonsense I come up with!  Maybe it will just be a stress reliever for me...but a stress producer for anyone who ventures a peek at my blathering....continue at your own risk.
  I guess I  will concentrate on the various happening of my day at work... pre-school shenanigans!  I will attempt to be truthful, not too prone to embellishment (I don't have to... those knee-knockers are entertaining without any fictionalization of comments and activities.)
  This is my sixth year of zoo-keeping..uhm, teaching the little ones.  I began this quest out of a necessity to further our youngest son's education.  I felt he needed to be at Macon Road, and since we live approx. 27 miles from the school, I sought employment....It made no sense to drive him all that way unless I was going too. I had been a stay at home mom for 12 years... hadn't worked full time in over 20 yrs ( for monetary compensation ... I worked all right.... being a full time mom is not for sissies. Anyway, back to my story.  As I began this odyssey, I mantra'd to myself.... "I'm outta here the second Andy gets that diploma in his hand"...(May, 2012) Well, that was last Spring, and I am still collecting a payroll slip every two weeks.  (another story)...I realized that this job is probably perfect for me.  It is not hard, just aggravating...I do not feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders, or the balance of some poor souls' life is my responsibility, as I did when I was working as an RN in a large hospital years ago.  The balance of some poor child's educational career may be in my hands, but usually it is just their wet underwear in a plastic bag.... If I mess them up, I figure there are 14 years of better teachers who can straighten them out.  K3 (Three year old kindergarten), may be the building block for an educational career, but when you work with Lego's it pretty simple to change out the red block for the yellow... If you're gonna cry about it.....
  I can not promise correct sentence structure or punctuation ( English was not my major in school), I usually tell a story just the way I see it or think it.  some thought process are pretty garbled, especially when I am talking to myself.  This is what I meant by stress producing on the receiving end of this deal... But, the children.. or midgits, or pygmy's ... or whatever term of endearment I happen to choose make my job interesting.....yeah, that's a good word... interesting.  I will attempt to convey just what actually happens in my little world to anyone who wishes to peek in on us.
  One more addendum.  I am a believer in the Lordship of Jesus, a redeemed sinner because of His grace, and I need that grace every single day.  God surely has a sense of humor..... dropping me in the middle of a bunch of mini me's.. I see myself in so much of what goes on in room #6.  Thank you Mom for not locking me in a box and shipping me off to Timbuktu in 1963 .....sigh.   Just how long is a blog supposed to be , anyway???