I got my grades in the mail last week.  I already knew what they are from the website, but it was exciting still to recieve them in the mail as well.   As I began to open the notice, I was a bit worried what it was going to say.  At that point I didn’t know that it was my grades.  So I open it and I see English – A, American History – A, Theater – A, and College Math – B.  What???  That &*%$ man gave me a B??  I’m thinking well there goes the chance at the Deans list, oh wait, whats this?  I look a bit further and see *Presidents list.  What does that mean?  I ran to the computer and signed onto the college site.  Looking through the different links I found that GPA’s of 3.75 – 4.0 is the Presidents list!  WHAT???  I made the Presidents list!!  For the first time in my life I made a GOOD list!!! I am so proud of myself!!  Next semester is going to be a bit harder to maintain it, but I surely intend to maintain it or even better.  I’m taking 16 hours the Spring semester, four  more hours than I did last semester. I can do it!  No doubt about it!!

Pvt Cody Peppers

Cody came home for Thanksgiving, and we really enjoyed him being home.   He is going to come home for Christmas as well for like two weeks.  He is seriously considering going active in the Army he loves it so much; Gary and I are encouraging him to do that if he wants to.  How many people in the world hate their jobs and don’t want to get up to go everyday?  How many people can say they love their jobs?  I say if he loves it then keep doing it.  We miss him, but he is going to get to see things and experience things that most of us will never get to.  Him being deployed scares me; however, I can’t protect him forever.  I have to hand him over to God and ask for protection over him.

As his mom, I am so very proud of Cody; my heart just swells every time I think of him.  As a U.S. citizen I’m so very grateful for his service to our country as I am for all the others that have so selflessly given of themselves to protect our freedoms. 

 

Robert Johnson Essay Completed

I finished my Robert Johnson research paper and turned it in a couple of days ago, and I’m waiting anxiously for it to be graded.  I think it’s a pretty good paper, but I’m sure there are some punctuation errors.  I’m nervous over it because the instructor left another message on the board with a few comments about certain aspects of the papers, not mine that I know of, being not done correctly.  She did not specify  me and there are many others in my class, but I’m still worried about it.  Maybe I need to stop being such a drama queen and ask her.

On another subject, I don’t know what I’m going to do with my youngest son.  I thought we were past the crap from several years ago but he is still acting up.  He still making F’s doesnt care that he ’s making F’s.  He claims he doesn’t know what is going on but doesn’t do the work to find out what is going on.  If he would just read the stuff he would get it but hell no he won’t take the time to do it.  The teachers are frustrated with him because he sits in class and does nothing, nothing!  I have requested time and again for an evaluation to see about a learning disability but they freaking school system claims they don’t have to do it; I know differently but they think I’m an idiot.  I’m going to petition the state board to help him under due process if I do not get results from the local level.   They label lthe child bad instead of finding out what is the issue.  It’s not just my child but they do it to all children.  And it not just this school system it’s all over.  It is wrong, very wrong.  Our children deserve better than that.  You know we as parents are tax payers and we as parents should stop the bull shit that goes on.  We the parents should have the say so not some freaking elected official or appointed principals that “THINK” they know whats best but really all they care about is lining their pockets.  I did not choose their professions, they did.  And if they are going to do the job, then do the job!!!

Today I want to ask anyone that happens to read my blog and enjoys a good book to check out my friend and author, Kim Smith.  She has written several books that are published thru Red Rose Publishing.  I am reading one of them now and I have to say it is a wonderful read.  I encourage everyone that enjoys a good mystery to give it a try.  Right now at:

www.redrosepublishing.com you can download her book, “Avenging Angel”.  Kim also has other books at that site as well.  If you like ”Avenging Angel” you might like another one of hers. Prices look like about $5.99 a book, pretty reasonable for a good read. 

Enjoy!!

1st Essay

I turned in my first essay last night; I dog gone near sweated blood over this one.  All day today I have checked the website to see if I the grade had been posted.  I really thought it was a good paper; I really thought it would at least get a low to mid A.  It wasn’t; I received an 86 on it.  I’m sure I had a ton of punctution was incorrect, but I think the rest of it was good.  I hope.  I guess I should be happy it was a B.  B’s is what I’m making in most classes but dang I want A’s.  I don’t want to be just a B student.  I have something to prove to myself and I’m working my freaking arse off to accomplish that.  All my time I have left is spent on school work, and I’m only pulling B’s.  Writing comes easy for me, its the comma’s and semicolons that are killing me.  Now I have to begin working on a 3 page research paper which is going to be intensive, but not as intensive as the 8 page one after the 3 page one. 

The Am History teacher has yet to grade my critical essay.  I turned it in early last week I think, and I still haven’t heard anything.  I wish he would come on.  It was rather good I thought.  I like that class, it is a busy class; there is always something going on.  Even if its an online class there is a lot of work that has to be done.  It’s not hard at all, but just a lot of work.   I have really enjoyed it, and am looking forward to taking Am History II next semester. 

Theater is cool.  I was really scared of this class, but it is turning out to be kinda of fun.  I almost enjoy it; I think.  We have to get a scene together to perform for our final exam.  I think I have found the one I want to do, but I have to buy the script for it.  I’m going to do that this week, because I have so much other stuff to get done.  We are going to have to start working on this because of the time the both of us have to get it done. 

Math, is a thorn in my side.  Oh not the work I can handle the work; understanding the work is another problem.  The teacher is a pain in the ole arse.  He doesn’t teach he gives examples.  Those of us in that class who are older (its a college math course – a remedial course) do not understand him, and he refuses to slow down and help.  Half the time he gets the wrong answers himself.  Now, I’m making a B in his class so therefore he thinks I understand and does not take the time to listen to what I’m saying.  I don’t know how the hell I made a B on my test I didn’t know what I was doing.  I finally broke down and showed my fanny Friday night.  I tried to keep my mouth shut. I even sat with my hand over my mouth.  It didn’t last; I said every cuss word known to man kind then some.  I guess I’m just going to relegate myself to teach myself.  Why am I paying for this?  Maybe the school needs to pay me to teach it to myself.  

I am so loving being back at school.  It’s wonderful!  I’m looking forward to the Spring schedule coming so I can start deciding what to take.

My youngest has decided to start writing, and I might add he is doing a pretty good job of it.  The other evening I got onto him about not doing his homework which was to write 4 paragraphs about a skill he taught someone.  He was refusing to do it, but after I had a few words with him; he began to see it my way.  He sat down and wrote a beautiful essay that got him grade of 100.  That inspired him to write.  For the last 3 days, after school, he has sat at the kitchen table on my laptop writing his story.  I read part of it today, and I have to say I’m impressed.

Friends Found

I am so freaking excited!!!  I have found one of my best friends from the 80’s.  He and I were almost joined at the hip at one point.  We weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend, we weren’t fooling around, we were just friends.  We partied together, we hung out, we shopped, we talked we were just buddies that happened to be different sexes.  The best thing was we were into the same music and he was in a band; I was in a band; both of us vocalist.  He sang back up for me; I booked them time in a studio.    We were at the Stage Stop in Memphis just about every night of the week, drinking our weight in Planters punches.  I can’t wait to talk to him and catch up with him this week!

To old friends……..

Monday’s

Another Monday I’m grateful to have been given to wake up again to continue with my life, but dang I wish I were home living it.  LOL.  I suppose most of us feel like this on Monday’s, feel like we were still in our cozy beds sleeping or lounging on the couch watching something mindless on the tv.  It does sound like something I want to do; however, if I were home I would be doing homework, laundry and cooking dinner, which is what I want to do anyway.  I love being at home, but I also love having a job and making a paycheck.  I’m sleepy this morning, Shelby didn’t want to go to school, he said he didn’t feel well.  Tori was just silent and didn’t say anything at all and Gary was just plain tired.  I’m sure all of them wanted to stay home too.  Oh well, on to face another Monday head on, soon it will end and well be facing a Tuesday.

Where were you 8 years ago….

Do you remember where you were 8 years ago today??  I remember very well.  We lived in Jacksonville, FL at that time.  I was working with a guy who was the step dad of my daughters best friend.  We had just arrived on a job that we were doing that day, and the workers that were already there had a radio on listening to the events of that day.  As we listened, I remember the horror that filled my mind as I listened, but it wasn’t until the time we broke for lunch and we were able to see the planes fly into the buildings.  I remember being very scared and wondering about my mom and my cousin.  My mom worked for the government at that time, as did my cousin.  My cousin; however, worked in DC.  Like most of American I was glued to my TV watching every report and seeing the images of the towers toppling to the ground and the people covered in the dust from the buildings.  My heart broke for all those who lost loved ones and the pain of those that were injured.  My country had been attacked, my fellow Americans were killed in these senseless terrorist acts. My fellow Americans!!  People like you and me, different colors, different religions, different opinions, different in every sense of the word except one thing……….all American!!!!!  Do not forget this day 8 years ago, don’t ever forget that it could happen again and next time it might be you or your loved ones, never forget that our freedoms our differences, our right to be different comes from those who stand up for their, OUR, country to fight what WE stand for, for what, WE do or do not believe in, and for what we all enjoy… FREEDOM.

When the Flu Strikes….

First it was my son, then it was me, now it is my daughter.  I have spent my weekend sick as a dog.  I have Lysol’d everything, and used enough hand santitizer to kill the most stubborn of all germs and still it wont go away.  My head is still so congested that I can’t hear out of my right ear.  I’m also still at work because I have to be.  Shelby’s only lasted 3 days and he slept thru it all, this has lasted 7 days for me.  Guess I’m getting old.  I have to do something to get my immune system back to where it is suppose to be, I’m sick of being sick.  Hope people around me do not catch it, several I work with really do not need it at all.