I fear that I have failed my readers. I, in fact, have not been blogalicious. What is blogalicious, you might ask? Well, blogalicious def, blogalicious def, blogalicious def,  blogalicious, definition- make them readers go loco. They want my treasures, so they get their pleasures from looking at my blog-o…

Whoa.  Something tells me I just took a turn for the horrible.

Allow me to ’splain my absence.  I have no life.  I wake up way too frickin’ early.  Then I go to school and teach.  Then I leave school to go to school and get taught.  Then I go home.  Then I eat dinner, I make lunch, I wash my face, I go to bed.  Repeat cycle until I want to rip my own arm off so that I’ll have an excuse to be stationary for more than 5 minutes.  Drastic measures?  Yes.  But if spring break weren’t in two weeks, it might be necessary here soon.  I can say with confidence that in the fall semester, I will not be enrolling in 9 hours at UMKC.  I will take my 6 hours, and I will enjoy rediscovering what life is.  Besides, that’d be WAAAAAY too much in combination with my first year of teaching.  That’s right- there’s about a 99.99% chance that I will have full time employment in August.  CRAZY!!!!  I was telling a friend of mine that I’ve now been unsecurely employed longer than I was securely employed.  I’m pretty sure that secure employment for me is going to cause some sort of black hole to rip open in the universe, so be prepared, people.  I don’t think it’s going to cause the earth to explode, but we might experience a world-wide blackout.  Make sure your flashlights have batteries.

Today is my mama’s birthday.  Happy birthday, mama.  She’s really young now.  Today is also my beautiful fantastic cousin Sarah’s birthday.  She’s really old now.  16.  And she’s going to get her license tomorrow.  Scary.   I told her to make sure she goes at least 10 MPH over the speed limit during her test because they really liked that.  I’m hoping she doesn’t take me serious.  Tomorrow is Abbie’s birthday…  she would have been 18.  I still can’t really believe she’s gone.  I remember being at the hospital the day she was born, angry at the baby down the hall who wouldn’t stop screaming because I couldn’t hear my cousin.  Turns out it was her.  I held her when she was like an hour old.  18 years ago.  And now….  something tells me tomorrow will not be an easy day.  Just when you think you’re done with the tears…

I didn’t grade the college prep quizzes I was supposed to this weekend.  And I don’t care.  At all.  When they whine at me tomorrow, I’m going to tell them that they’ll get their quizzes when I’m good and ready to give them back.  And if they’ve got a problem with it, I’m going to send them to the office.  Actually, that’s probably not how it’s going to go at all, but wouldn’t that be cool?  I so have absolute power.

Can anyone tell why I haven’t been blogging lately?…  Hope you enjoyed a completely random conglomoration of thoughts.