Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Piano Lessons...

I've been teaching piano lessons for 3 years.  I love it.  A lot.  I love my students.  I love sharing my love of music with them.  I love watching them grow and develop into great little musicians.  I love looking back at when they started and where they are now.  I love it.
So, like all good things, it had to come to an end.  I don't feel that I was really given a choice in the matter.  I love my job, don't get me wrong.  But, I was told that I simply need to be at work more and not take extra time off to teach.  Which is fine.  But I really hate trading one good thing for another good thing.  It's like trading a half eaten peanut buster parfait from Dairy Queen for a fro-yo from Orange Leaf.  It's not fair.  I'm afraid that I'm going to regret it.  I'm afraid that I traded the wrong thing.  I was given the option to just make lessons on different days or different times, but no one's schedule would have worked with mine. 
So, needless to say, I'm sad.  So very sad.  It took everything I had not to cry.  All day.
So, dearest piano kids, I love you.  I always will.  I'm sorry I let you down.  Please.  Go on.  Be musical.  Make me proud.

Friday, February 24, 2012

Things That Can Save the Day....(like Batman)

To say the least, it's been a dang long week.  So long, in fact, that it almost feels like two weeks.  So, today was the icing on the stupid week cake.  For both Tim and I.  It's been stressful and stupid and downright depressing.  Throw in a windstorm that rips the roof off of your shed and there you have it.  Tonight, the tension was just too thick and we were both incredibly grouchy...so grouchy that even Chocolate Milk from Reed's Dairy (which I highly recommend) couldn't solve it.  So, we decided that the best thing to do would either be to wallow in our own misery and laundry or go on a date.  We chose the latter.  Thank Goodness!  The entire point of this entry is to say that nothing can heal a horrible day like a good plate of down home barbequed meat.  Yes, we are carnivores.  In fact, I even skipped eating my delicious side dishes and corn muffin just to have more room for meat in my belly.  There is just something about the smokiness of the sauce, the tenderness of the beef and the combination of wonderfulness in my mouth.  So, there you are.  Be healed.  By barbeque.

Monday, February 20, 2012

It must be genetic....

So, I'm pretty sure that my cat has anxiety issues.  Yes.  I said, my cat has anxiety issues.  What can one do about it?  She's driving me insane.  I love her.  But, she's a siamese.  And a talker.  And crazy. And, I'm pretty sure she's the one that "marked" my new Enduro-Suede love seat.  So, you can't give a cat Paxil, right?  So, I went to Petco (where the pets go) to find some Crazy Cat Furniture Cleaner Upper and Cat Marking Deoderizer... and I see a plug in.  For crazy cats.  Really. On the same aisle as the Cat Potty Training Seat.  Wait, what?  Why are these on the same aisle?  Holy cat.  Seriously?  So, first thought was..What person in their right mind would potty train a cat?  Crazy.  Then, as I was looking at the deoderizer stuffs, my second thought was...hmmmm..I sure hate cleaning out a litter box.  And having little cat litter granules all over the place. And scooping poo.  Maybe this potty training idea isn't so bad.  So, I went back to see what it was all about.  The cat on the box looked INSANE.  Then, the thought came to my mind that the reason the plug in was on the same aisle was...because some crazy bat tried to potty train her precious kitten, making it necessary for the anxiety ridden kitten to need the "Calming Cat Plug In" Unit.  Apparently it has lavendar and mild catnip to soothe even the most crazy animal.  So, I suppose I'll just stick with the litter box, scooping poo, and embedded in my foot litter granules and not medicate my animal.  But, if she ruins my couch, she has to live in the bathtub.

Friday, February 17, 2012

Follow my new blog....

New blog...open to suggestions, commentaries and ideas.
Do it.  Now.
Love, K

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Love, Love, LOVE 2012

So, every year around this time, I try and remember all the things in life that I love.  So, here's a twist on your plain jane list...the ABCs of Adoration

A - Apples.  Animals.  Adkins (Trace). America.
B - Brothers.  Biscuits.  Baskets.  Brushes.  Butter. Books.
C - Cats.  Chicken.  Cacciatore.  Chesbro.  Cows.  Crayons. Cellos.
D - Dad. Dodge. Dirt. Dishwasher. Ducks.
E - Elephants.  Epiphanies.  Eggplant. Earrings.
F - Fruit.  Fireplace. Fudge. Friends. Football.
G- Grey's Anatomy.  Grandparents. Glue.
H - Hot, Handsome, Heavenly Husband.
I - Ice Cream.  Ipod.  Inlaws.
J - Junk. Jack. Jellybeans. Juice.
K - Kids. Kites. Kitchen. Kitties.
L - Lily. Lunch. Light Bright.
M - Mom.  Monkeys.  Matching Socks. Manolos.
N - Necklaces.  Nighttime. Nieces and Nephews.
O - Opals. Ornaments.
P - Pumpkins. Purses. Placemats.
Q - Quartets. Quilts. Quarters.
R - Red. Rumbi. Rivers. Real Deals.
S - Super Sassy Sports Sedans. And Sisters.
T - TIM.
U - Underwood.(Carrie) Ugly Duckling.
V - Valentines. Violins. Videos.
W - Water.  Watermelon. Waking Up.
X - um.....
Y - York Peppermint Patties.  Yummo.
Z - Zoo. Zipper. Zigzags.

Saturday, February 4, 2012

If I'm being completely honest...

For those of you that really know me...and I mean really, you know why I'm sad.  You know why I've been sad for two months.  You know that somedays are unbearable.  Today is one of those days.  My little heart aches today because I miss her so much.  I haven't seen her for two months.  Two.  A blink of an eye really in the eternities.  But still.  I can't breathe.  I can't go to sleep.  If I go to sleep, I'll dream about her and we can't have that, because then, I'm useless and I don't have time to be useless.  I have things to do.  Yet, if I don't sleep, I have to drink massive amounts of Mountain Dew to stay awake and function normally.  What a twisted little cycle it is.  I suppose that tomorrow I'll start all over again.  Trying to make it.  Trying to function.  Trying to acheive something, anything.  I have to.  I will immerse myself in Primary.  I will cook dinner.  I will do it.  I will wake up and the sun will be shining.  It has to.  I will take it one day at a time.  I will snuggle my kittens and appreciate and hug my husband.  I will take joy in my Primary kids.  I will do it.  If not for me, for her.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

The Plan...2012 Style.

Howdy.  It's been a while.  I know.  It's okay.  You can cry tears of joy if you want.  I accept that.
So, because it's a new year, I thought I ought to make some goals.  Call them resolutions if you wish, but I'm a simple gal, and that's a big word.  So, here goes.  You may steal them if you'd like..because I know that I'm amazing.  Or something.

1.   Live more.
2.   Cry less.
3.   Cook more.
4.   Eat less oreos.
5.   Be a little bit better every day.
6.   Stand up for myself.
7.   Stand up for those that cannot or will not.
8.   Love more.  A lot more.
9.   Be a little bit kinder.
10. Learn something.
11. Teach something that matters.
12. Make a difference.
13. Change the world.  Even if it's just a little bit.
14. Learn to be okay with myself.  All of myself.
15. Be healthy.  Period.
16. Allow for mistakes.  They happen.
17. Keep toenails painted. Maybe stop biting fingernails.
18. Be a better housekeeper.  Or try to be one at all.
19. Fulfill one dream this year.  Not sure what it is yet...but stay tuned!
20. Attempt to be super woman and succeed and then celebrate.  with cake.  and dr. pepper.

There it is.  It's in writing, so shall it be written, so shall it be done.
Good luck to you in your goals...wish me luck in mine!