Let's Start the Celebration Now

It is amazingly silent; well, not exactly silent, but quieter than normal. The only noise is the noise that I am generating. History Channel, washing machine, keyboard. You see, it is finally March Mission Madness/No Wives 16 converging at the same time. And when that convergence occurs....Teachergirl has a weekend alone. Just in time for birthday weekend!!!

Has this ever happened before? Uh, no. BrownBear just got into the Youth Group, so this is the first time she has gotten to go on the big March trip.

I've already had a lovely girls' night out and have purchased Sophie Kinsella's newest novel, Remember Me? If only Jen Lancaster knew and loved me, I'd have a copy of her newest book. And what a time I'd be having with that.

The only thing that sucks the ass out of this whole weekend is Daylight Saving Time. Are you kidding me? It is way too early for this crap. You all spring forward; I'm quite happy where I am. And, by the way; my evaluation was held today - kind of a surprise, but whatever -- and I hit the exemplary mark on every category. My AP wanted to know if I had anything to say or add and I was like - uh, no. Exemplary is just fine by me. I'll take it, thankyouverymuch. What gets me is that when I was teaching middle school, I couldn't get an Exemplary/Exceeds Standards evaluation to save my lily white behind. In some ways, just going inside that building should have qualified teachers for an exceeds standards. Do I get a medal or a raise or anything else? No. But I get to hang my evaluation on the refrigerator along with report cards and dance invitations and pictures of my kids.

No Wives 16

LawyerBoy is gearing up for the annual golf trip; nothing like a trip to the coast for a week of golfing in Men's Town. (Fraternity brothers and my father go on this annual pilgrimage. Ask me how I feel about that one.) LawyerBoy has never missed an annual trip; he went one year in a walking cast two months after he fell off a building and two weeks after BrownBear was born. (Are you kidding me?) Thank goodness my mother was here. I thought about having him served with divorce papers on the 18th green at HarborTown, but my mother told me it was just the hormones.

We have begun to look forward to these annual golf trips as girls week; we call it No Dads.