Today, I got to visit with some awesome ladies...some in person, some by phone, some by text messages and emails...whatever the method...I love time with the females in my life!
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Today, I got to visit with some awesome ladies...some in person, some by phone, some by text messages and emails...whatever the method...I love time with the females in my life!
Sunday, November 25, 2007
She's very content in her home with her Mommy and Daddy...I think they feel the same about her, too.
Friday, November 23, 2007
I was unable to post last night as I arrived home from work at 12:30 AM. I’m not one of those people who must stay up for hours when they come home from second shift. I am in the bed no later than 1 AM, most of the time it’s 12:45 AM when I climb in beside my snoozing partner.
However, my thoughts last night were on my faith. My first night back at work after a 10 day vacation…and we have three call ins for third shift. First day of my work week, it’s my primary; I am the one who will be hit for overtime. I simply despise OT. I was reminded from inside to not get worked up over the thought, to pray and leave it in God’s hands. So, I did. No worries, I just did my job and prayed each time OT thoughts surfaced. End result: the OT worked itself out and they didn’t keep anyone. So, driving home remembering to thank my most awesome scheduler, I got to thinking about how much I leave in His capable hands and how I can trust His ways. I thought about the sense of peace I can have when I do allow Him to coordinate things even if they don’t come out the way I want them, too.
Craig and Becky’s situation at the hospital…yep, I was praying over many issues that night…and it allowed me to remain calm. “Peace I leave with you…”
I find myself disabling my serenity quite often, over different situations. The resolving factor is always prayer. It’s not any different from our parent / child relationships. We take care of them, providing, assisting and protecting…we would hate it if they looked at us with worried eyes and questioned our ability to do these things. We want them to rest in knowing we’ve got it covered. If they are worried we want to reassure them, it’s all good…Mommy has it under control.
My faith has taught me that about God. One of my favorite verses from the Bible is found in Philippians chapter 4 verses 6 and 7. “Be careful for nothing (said another way…don’t worry bout it); but in everything by prayer and supplication (communicating through prayer and asking for what you need, want, for help, etc) with thanksgiving (being thankful in every situation) let your requests be made known to God…and the peace of God, which passes all understanding will keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
It can’t be said any plainer. Don’t worry, pray instead, be thankful for what you have going on, trust God with your thoughts and desires and you will have peace.
Prayer is like worry with legs on it…
And so last night, I wanted to post that I was thankful for my faith…the ability to climb up into my heavenly Father’s lap and talk to Him about being scared, hopeful, thankful, etc…and experience the peace that comes as He lays His hand on my head, stroking my hair, whispering to me, “It’s okay, my child, I’ve got this under control. Rest here on my lap. Breath…”
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Sunday, November 18th, 2007---Day 8 of the Twelve Days of Thanksgiving
Craig and Becky go into labor. I was spending hours at the hospital. All was well. In a dramatic turn of events, I was thankful for law enforcement. You must think, Lady, you are in law enforcement already. Yes, but I needed help that night. The choice of action could have caused me grief with my entrance into my next job. My involvement could have misunderstood. When it is personal you are best to call in others, so your actions are not misinterpreted. I was able to hand it over to a hospital security officer and Metro. You can go through life and not really realize how important officers are until you need them. They are there when you call. Willing and able to assist. To Serve and Protect. They do their job well. When I grow up, that’s exactly what I want to be… a Police Officer.
Monday, November 19th, 2007---Day 9 of the Twelve Days of Thanksgiving
On this day, Emily was born. I watched my son take on the role of husband / father and play it well. I applaud him. Becky went through more than just delivery by cesarean. So did Craig, but Becky did not have the support of a few that she should have had support from. I watched Becky take on so much that I am not even permitted to share. On her special day, she had to deal with issues that she should not have had to face….ever. I watched her be brave and strong. She did not melt down and allow herself to be consumed by the turn of events. She has awesome coping skills. She is able to put it on the back burner and tell herself she can deal with it at a more appropriate time. Her daughter will learn to be a strong woman from her. Emily will learn to be loving and compassionate from her. I believe she will learn to weigh what is important and act appropriately. So, on that day, I was thankful for strong women, namely Becky. I’m thankful that Emily will be raised by a strong woman who does her best to do right. I am also thankful for other strong women who have already endured about the same as Becky did that day. You know who you are as you read this posting. Thankful that your example speaks to so many younger strong women. An example that shows them, doing the right thing, dealing with the situation in a way that looks out for the best for your own family unit, pays off. How your husband and your children come first before any others. How you are admired and appreciated.
I’m thankful for my strong daughters.. I am surrounded by strong women…and I’m so thankful!
Tuesday, November 20th, 2007---Day 10 of the Twelve Days of Thanksgiving
Today I am thankful for my husband. Thankful that he continues to grow as an individual, a husband, a father and grandfather, etc. May he never say, “I’ve lived long enough I can think and do what I want.” I have heard older people make statements like that. But Papa grows…sometimes he fights it…but he grows. I’m proud of him as I see him hugging his son in the hospital, holding his newest grandchild and talking sweet and loving to her. I’m thankful he doesn’t live in the past allowing the present and the future to slip away. He accepts challenges even those within himself. And I’m thankful for him…for the many years we have shared and are going to share.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
I sat down tonight with the computer…I get error message, illegal applications, virus alerts etc. All activities cease and my laptop is put through a rigorous workout with Adware removal, AVG virus scan, Spybot, CWShredder, updates and installation repairs…it’s about to be defragged but I wanted to get my post up before I set it into defrag mode. No guess about what I am thankful for tonight; the means to set my laptop in order when it is all out of kilter. Of course, it is a slow process, so after I stared a couple of the apps I turned it over to George who really gave it the work over. He’s the trusted computer guru in this family.
I was thinking…as I lay there on the couch exhausted from the workout my personal trainer gave me early this morning…drifting in and out of consciousness…how nice it would be to run some software on myself when I have a virus, if I’m running sluggishly, or if I’m out of date I can get simple updates. Even better, when my thinking gets all scattered, if I could run a defrag that puts all of my thinking in order so that it’s easier to access what is important quickly. Imagine that…
Friday, November 16, 2007
Today, I received an email from a friend who has had a great influence on my role as a mother and wife. Although we have been distant due to raising our children and going different directions in employment, her email was so encouraging as she was just as open with me as she was years ago. I felt blessed along with comforted. The email made me recall my introduction to shrimp years ago…standing at her sink, peeling and de-veining them and her getting me to try them…now, …thanks to her and my husband I’m a shrimp diva!
Today, the doctor told Becky he would not induce even though Emily is already 7 lbs and 15 ozs. Becky and Craig are irritated and anxious…for Emily’s arrival. A week past her due date, feeling apprehensive regarding the size of her Emily Brooke, they look forward to the day.
Today, my mother is getting released from the hospital. She will have outpatient therapy at Cardinal Hill Hospital. Although at times the relationship has been strained, I see my attitude towards our relationship changing.
Today, my sister called to tell me she was heading back to North Carolina. The air is different in our conversations, too. She listens more to how I feel about things instead of telling me how I am wrong for feeling the way I do. Maybe, we could be friends again, someday.
Today, Anna and Rosie called to check in about Thanksgiving dinner the day before Thanksgiving…Yes, they will be here…Megan won’t be. I wish I could tell you why, but I don’t have permission to blast her and Silas’s private life on my blog. And what she is experiencing I am so happy for her, yet, it is creating a change that is hard to adjust to…and if the Richard Cranium who has the say over Becky’s day to be induced makes her wait until Tuesday, as he stated today, then they won’t be able to attend either. And the change is sad to think about. I want us all together. I know in my heart I raised them all to be on their own, but as they grow and each separate entity decides what plan is best for their individual family, I sigh knowing I will not always be a part of each happening. I guess I have selfish issues to deal with. At least the selfish part is laced with admiration and excitement for each one.
Today, I turned in my resignation/transfer papers to my place of employment. I will be starting my new employment December the 10th. I have been anxiously awaiting this change for some time now. It’s finally happening….
Today, a family friend called and asked if reservations for our double date could be at 5:30 PM Saturday night. This is a guy I have gotten so use to seeing at our home, single, chatting with my husband. Now at 52, he’s married for the first time…and he wants us to be a part of his new life.
So, on the 6th day of The Twelve Days of Thanksgiving, I am thankful for new beginnings…new beginnings in families, relationships, employment, and of course, attitudes.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
The alarm went off at 6:45 am. Time to get the doughnuts. William attends a weekly Fellowship of Christian Athletes meeting at school on Wednesdays. It is his turn to bring the doughnuts. We have to leave at 7:20 am to ensure he arrives on time at 7:45am, so he is getting ready while I am gone. I get back from Krispy Kreme, feed the dog, take Papa coffee in bed, and out the door we go.
I hurry back home to shower and make it on time to Leestown Rd. for a pre-employment medical exam for the Police dept. Yes, on a day where I was suppose to fast, the aroma of Krispy Kreme doughnuts was wafting about me. I make it on time. Fill out paperwork and paperwork and paperwork…something the younger recruits don’t have to worry with as much due to being “less seasoned.” Into the hearing test booth, eye chart, color blindness tests, depth perception test, blood pressure and pulse…onto the pee test…don’t flush, I kept telling myself…I’m always afraid I will forget and flush. I’m not certain if loud bells sound or if the nurse will just stop all testing and send me home…so I just repeat to myself as I hover over the toilet with the little pee catching cup, do not flush, do not flush. On to the weigh in, height measuring and breathing test...blow until I tell you to stop she says. Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, she repeats very quickly, until at last she says, stop. I think I have succeeded in yet one more test until she tells me we will do this two more times…onto the blood draw…onto the exam room where I am advised, “Due to your age, you will have to have an EKG, also.” Nice…I’m the only recruit that had to have an EKG. Ain’t I special?
Finally, the physical exam by the doctor…bend over, bend side to side, bend forward, push down, pull up, stick out your tongue, breath in, then out, let me bang on your knees, look at the light on the wall, hold still, stand with your feet together and close your eyes, etc…Until all is complete and I have passed.
I stop by the jail to take a photo of a cookbook for the CCPC group I belong. The Sarge has asked me to take a photo for a flyer that will advise the facility of a special Christmas price. And then I hurry home to visit with Papa on his lunch break. The Schwan’s truck shows up as soon as I get home. I must get an order together and then straighten the freezer so all my items can all fit in there. I wish they really did have a freezer stretcher…
After lunch break, I go to Galls to be measured and fitted for academy training clothing, and duty belts. Next stop is Kentucky Uniforms where I am fitted for Class B uniforms, Class A and B footwear, hats, gloves, cold weather gear, etc. First time I have ever had a Kevlar vest on. And the Class A hat….well, you’ll see eventually.
It’s almost time to pick William up from school but I right here by Sam’s club. I think I can run in a pick up the few items I need in fifteen minutes time so in I go. I step in and my phone rings…it’s my sister, the one that lives in North Carolina…she’s here in Lexington. She’s been here since Monday. Why? Because she tells me, Mom had three strokes Saturday and was admitted to the hospital Sunday. You probably think you aren’t reading this right as surely if my mother were in the hospital for four days, I would have heard about it before now. But no, you’re reading this right…My mother who just had a kidney removed due to a tennis ball size mass attached to it is now in the hospital having suffered three strokes because they took her off her blood thinner for 7 days for the surgery. I am upset…I’m in Sam’s Club. I continue on. I grab the things I need as I am hearing my sister talk and make up excuses for not letting me know before now and Craig calls. I tell Melanie I must call her back…Craig could be needed me to take Becky to the hospital or something. He does not. He is upset and trying to get a hold of Papa. I advise him that Papa is at the walk in clinic, his back is so tight and sore he is having difficulty getting around. So, he shares with me…he wants to quit his job, he’s sick of the hassles; he wants to be at home with his little pregnant woman. He’s pissed that the officer manager told him he cannot have a week off when Becky goes into labor. I am in Sam’s Club, just advised my mother is in the hospital, struggling with her memory and Craig is on the phone, distressed, I am trying to calm him as I hear a loud pounding sound on the building ceiling. Were you out today at 3PM? Yeah, I had to walk to the truck in the pouring down rain with a box of items too heavy to run with, no jacket, in a dress shirt and slacks. BUT…I made it on time to pick up William and it doesn’t matter that I was soaked to the bone. Good conversation on the way home. You know driving aids with conversations with your teen. It’s been that way with all of my children. I get home, fix coffee and feed the dog. Ariel came over to go with me to the hospital, but first I need to go pick up Papa’s prescriptions. Ariel and I do this, drop them off at home. I remind Pa that William needs to be at church by 6:30 and head to St. Joe on Harrodsburg Rd. Ariel stuck with me the whole time. Bless her little heart and her little boot that she drags around with her. How nice it was to have her with me…She was a blessing. We stayed with Mom for a bit over two hours and came on home. We worked on Mom’s memory really good. She tripped up a bit here and there calling her husband by my Dad’s name and her brother, her son’s name…but for the most part she was on target. She had to slow down and think…”Don’t tell me, she’d say…let me think.” She was in very good spirits. And we left her that way. She will have to have therapy at Cardinal Hill. We left in time for me to get Ariel back to the house to her car, eat something and then I left again to pick William up from church. The muscle relaxer and pain reliever that George was taking rendered him useless and zonked out on the couch. William was ready when I arrived and still pumped up. A condition I cannot understand…some kind of teen disease. It’s only sprinkling when we arrive home at 9:15 PM and Winston is begging for a walk. He usually gets a walk earlier in the day, but…this day did not show opportunity until now at 9:15 PM. Around the block we go. It’s almost ten before I can sit down to write, but the kitchen is clean and the dishwasher running. George is zonked out in the bed. I haven’t even mentioned the 15 other phone calls of the day, or the emails I had to answer…the letter of resignation I had to send to the Home Owners Association, etc. Was this just one day, I wonder. Yes, just about thirteen hours ago, it began. It ends with me being thankful on DAY 4 for clarity of mind. Staying lucid during a delirious day.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
I’m sitting at my kitchen table; George and Ed are working on something with Ed’s laptop. I am pretending to be busy here at the other end of the table…and I’m listening…and I’ve decided on day three…I’m thankful for men. They are a hoot to listen to. They dream big…they work big…they think big…are these men from Texas?! They are talking about Ed and his new wife traveling on motorcycle to California and even as far as Alaska. On motorcycle? Oh, yes, with a cargo thing pulled by the motorcycle that will hold the yurt. Of course, they will sleep in some hotels, but you can build a fire in the middle of the yurt and snow is a great insulator, are some of the things I am hearing in the conversation. And snow baths, Ed’s not certain about how that works, so George imitates holding a ball of snow and scrubbing his arm pits, shivering and shaking. Wish I could have caught that on camera. George with his black fedora and reading glasses taking a fake snow bath. Geez…
They start discussing hats…fedora’s…and Ed tries on George’s and they laugh about how it’s so big on Ed…probably because George has some much brain in there, Ed adds.
George is cleaning up his computer, he’s playing the role of parent forcing the youth to let go of not needed stuff. He asks when was the last time you used Google Earth? Well, I really haven’t ever used it; I just keep meaning to…Ed replies. This creates rolling laughter. They are extremely entertaining, ladies. Then they start discussing how they are senior citizens. This is so wrong! I feel like I am eavesdropping on sensitive material. “Better quotes on auto insurance because you have withstood the test of time…they like us…seniors…because we’ve lasted so long.”
My man in particular…this “ole” man I am married to…makes me feel blessed. I cannot imagine life without him. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe said, “Who is the happiest of men? He who values the merits of others, and in their pleasure takes joy, even as though t'were his own.” That is what my husband is like…this new adventure I am embarking upon…it’s part of him, too.
He loves me deeply and I can tell this despite his handicap of being a man.
I am in total agreement with Joanne Woodward, Paul Newman’s wife who has said, “Sexiness wears thin after a while, but to be married to a man who makes you laugh everyday. Ah, now that is a treat.”
This posting could keep going and going if I were to mention the other men I am thankful for.
I could never be anti-men.
I find myself thankful for music, all kinds of music. Yesterday in church, as I stood there singing, “Oh, how marvelous, Oh, how wonderful and my song shall ever be. Oh, how marvelous, Oh, how wonderful is my Savior’s love for me.” I was singing with an attitude of praise. My heart was lifted. I felt at ease and free from worry, full of hope.
Today I sang in the kitchen to the soundtrack of Mary Poppins while preparing Craig’s birthday cake. As Bert and I sang, “Step in Time” I thought about Craig turning 24 and waiting for his first born to arrive…a big step in time…from my experience 24 years ago. Around lunch time, George came home, and “Fever” was playing in the background…”you give me fever… when you touch me. Baby, when you hold me tight…” A whole different spark, you see, music can lead us in our thought processing. IF you doubt that, listen to nothing but a country station for a few days and see just how down and out you may come to feel. I can only hear so much about someone’s partner walking out on them, ten rounds of Jose Cuervo, someone’s loved one died or if you’re reading this I’m dead…till it makes me want to curl up in the bed with a bottle of southern comfort and mourn. Maybe, I am just of an easily influenced mind…but it gets to me. Not only can it bring you down, but music inspires. It can lead me down roads of travel I cannot attempt to locate without the musical notes. Someday, maybe, you will be able to hear Anna play the piano. She like my friend, Miss Connie, can line gooseflesh along your body as they play their soul on the keys. Anna also writes her songs and sings. If you are ever interested, go to http://www.myspace.com/annacshepherd . My favorite is “I Have To.” It’s a song of encouragement and hope for a friend. They are all good…Try them out…
I must have a juke box in my head…I seem to think of a song for so many occasions. Someone can say something and it causes a song to run through my head. Again, highly suggestible, I could be. I’m sure I’m not alone.
To whistle Fur Elise can change my mood…and you can adjust that tune to whatever your mood…just check out all the ways it’s adjusted to different personalities on YouTube. I forever think of Peanut’s Christmas when I whistle it.
Music can even move animals. Winston is highly moved when Ariel plays the piano…when we sing Happy Birthday to anyone (he sings with us)…and when George plays the guitar. He just moans and carries on like one of those ole hound dogs off of the Hee Haw show.
If you listen close you can hear Winston in the background moaning…as George is playing a piece he wrote sometime last year.
I’m thankful for the “sound of music”…both literally and figuratively (It's one of my favorite movies). Music is one of those creations I wouldn’t want to live without.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Today is 11/11/2007 and I would simply love for my newest granddaughter (due yesterday) to enter the world on this day. The date bounces and rhymes when you say it. It’s almost a chant…eleven, eleven, two thousand seven…
It also has a significant value to me. While it may seem silly to the average person, it brings great delight to me. For years I have looked at the clock when it was 11:11, never meaning to, it just happens. I look up and there it is, 11:11, on my computer, my wristwatch, the clocks around the house, bank clocks, etc. If I am in a safe place, like home or on the phone with someone who is understanding of my ambiguous behavior, I will blurt out, “11:11! It’s 11:11!” They are like little mini celebrations, of what, I wasn’t sure. Until this past year. I realized my birthday, 6/5/65, (Yes, I just put personal information on the Internet for any criminal to take advantage of. Just know I am not good at playing the victim role and should someone use my birth date for their ill gain, they will be prosecuted. Plain and simple.) So, if you add the 6/5 and the next 65 you get… YES! 11- 11!!! I enjoy this thought immensely. It’s “my” time. So, I had it tattooed on my lower back. It’s the only tattoo of it’s kind…I expressed my idea to the tattoo artist of how I wanted to use a Salvador Dali distorted pocket watch with a vine I draw when I am bored or thinking. The hands on the clock don’t really look like they say 11:11 but they are distorted also…in that the hand closest to you looks bigger than the hand furthest away. All in all it’s 11:11. “My time.”
You think the whole concept is asinine, don’t you? Disciplined, practical woman going so far as to tattoo her favorite time on her back…for me, it defines me and sets me apart…makes me easy to ID…(sorry, but it’s true), and “marks” me. But we’ll move on, if you are still with me…
All my youth and into my teenage years, I said, I would marry a George and have five children. This number thing is so intriguing…I did marry a George…and adding his three from a previous marriage, to my one from a previous marriage, and one the two of us created before we actually married…we had five children! What a sweet little group. We felt so blessed. God smiled down on us and give us a “special extra child” creating a sort of baker’s dozen…one extra in the mix just for the make certain it’s the right amount….Did you know that the baker’s dozen originated in the reign of Henry III where if the bakers shortchanged customers they were to be punished…severely…like hands cut off and such. So they threw in an extra just too make sure they didn’t short anyone. Numbers, numbers….they have numerous benefits!
One of our children has a 9/11 birthday. Which up until their 16th birthday, we never looked at it as 911. After that tragedy, it makes sense, and yet, encourages me that the same day can cause great heartache, and yet, it can also be a joyous day of celebration. 9/11 marks a good and an evil anniversary for me now.
Another of our children, was born on the 11th, met a wonderful man who was also born on the 11th and so they married on, yes, the 11th. Right now, their house number is 711…
Another of our children was born 11/12…keeping the numbers in sequence…
I am enthralled with all of this…Bear with me...The number issued to me on Friday for the physical test…was 142…Good guess, I am one who is 42...actually the only one that was 42…and furthermore, the oldest recruit? Let’s not discuss that part, it has no significance.
I could go on. But I will stop here and let you explore your own numbers…and I’ll continue to be thankful for mine.
“Yeah,” he responded, “Most girls my age don’t think so, but I am.”
I’m grinning just typing it out….
While I was breading the chicken breast for lunch, I was talking to William about how great it would be Emmy B to be born on this day…”Eleven, Eleven, two thousand seven,” I said, “But unfortunately, it’s up to Emmy. She’s pretty comfortable where she is.” Then I shouted, “Come on out Emily!” William blurted, “Push her out, Becky!”…Then he raised his arm and shouted, “Fire in the hole!!!”
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Our little princess...
This is the best I have of our second princess, Emily...she's still baking...due to come out of the oven in three days...
Let me say right here, “Hats off to our teachers!” To spend 7 hours a day with the diversity, the energy, the needs for guidance, attention and care that these individuals, our teachers, face five days a week…having a part of the summer off is not even enough appreciation to show to them…nor are their salaries. I applaud your efforts to educate and be positive role models for our youth. It is simply exhausting, kind of like exercising though…exhausting but rewarding.
Today on Mrs. Who's Open Book blog she advised of those all over who are writing their thoughts about peace. As I stood in front of so many children today, dodging their stories and directing them to ask questions instead, receiving questions that made me flinch inside, seeing children that could use some tender loving care, and watching…watching them, some who already had a “I’m tough” attitude “Jail is cool”, another pretended to roll a joint and then proceeded to imitate taking a drag, he held his breathe and then slowly he released it, I knew what I wanted for these children, my grandchildren, children all over this planet. Peace. Peace in not having to worry about older teenage girls sexually harassing them. Peace in not worrying about their moms, their dads, being in jail. Peace without the influence of drugs and alcohol. Peace in knowing they will wake up to food and seasonally appropriate clothing. Peace that one finds in the comforting arms of those who love them unconditionally. Peace walking down the street, never to be bothered by a deviant stranger. Peace in entering the Internet highway without seeing harmful material or being approached by predators. Last month, I heard about a ten year old female committing suicide. This week I was told about a nine year old that was successful in taking his life. Peace, dear little ones.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
I’ve tried to think of creative ways to advise my readers of my latest news. But, the words come in spurts like, “Yee Haw!”… “Woowee!”…”Ahhhh!” “Yeeeeeesssss!” and “Oh, My Goodness!”
Yesterday was the rule of five (the final selection process)…I waited and waited for the call…I heard through another officer that they completed the task about 5PM or so…No call for me that night…and so today, I was afraid to get on my home phone or my cell phone…certain that I would miss the call, I kept the phones beside me everywhere I went in the house. I’ll let you in on something. Phones and pots are about the same in that “watched pots never boil” and “watched phones never ring.” I gave up, laid the phone on the bar and sit down at the kitchen table with the latest Weight Watchers magazine. As I flipped through the magazine feeding the anxiety as many women do with the thought of food…it rang. I started yelling, “There it is! There it is! That’s my call!” Sure enough it was. When the Human Resources lady who has dealt with me now for sooooo long, asked, “I take it you are still interested in a position with the police department?” Even though my spirit was bouncing off the walls all over the room shouting, “Rock’em Sock’em Robots! You bet I am!!!” I remained calm and very professional answering, “Yes, Ma’am, I am still very interested.” The conversation continued with further details regarding the next physical testing day and scheduling for the medical exam. She further advised the class is scheduled to begin December 10th.
And so, I’m in. I’m ready like Freddy. I’m in like Flynn. I’m seriously deliriously ecstatic! I’m doing the dance!