Good Start? Meh.

I hope my kids are good today. Maybe this will be just a vent. It's only 9:00 am.

1. Nothing good was on TV. There is no news on in the morning. It's sad, really. Stupid fat Americans are fretting over the proper way to crimp a pie so it's up to Martha Stewart's standards, or how many pairs of shoes the average woman knows, or how women aren't gaining enough weight during pregnancy.

2. The weatherman told me it would rain on my way to work. But it looks sunny now so I'll forgive that one.

3. Due to some amateur investigative work on the internets, I've decided that I will probably be sticking to pen and paper from now on. That and I'll go back to my "Fine, I'll clean everything even though the majority of it isn't mine" mode.

However, there are some things that make me feel awesome.

1. My kiddos at school. They're adorable. They know my name now. "Maestra Joelle! Maestra Joelle! Mira! Mira! Juega conmigo!" Why yes, my little Latino Fuego, I will play with you. Let's go show those monkey bars who's boss. Only two more days until my babies graduate to the wide world of Kindergarten!

2. We've found the perfect dog. A curly-coated retriever.

The pups are pretty cute, too.

They're fairly hypo-allergenic, get to be around 85 lbs, and when they shed it comes off in giant clumps so it's pretty easy to clean. They're incredibly obedient and very good with children. The only problem is that they're fairly rare in America. They're also quite pricey since they're mainly used as show dogs and excellent hunting dogs. I believe it was an average of $500 for a family dog and $600 for a show dog. But hey, so we have to invest $500 and take a road trip. I personally think it's totally worth it. We'd get a road trip out of it, and we'd safe a ton of money on kenneling costs since we could send our little pup to Mom and Dad's if we ever took a vacation.

3. I get to go to the Comedy Club tonight. No idea what the show is, but it should be good.

Journal time.

Ugly Sweater Wacky Shorts

A man just walked by in one of the most fantastic (horrid?) sweaters I've ever seen. At least 4 or 5 different patterns, each wonderfully accented with varying combinations of the primary colors (plus orange).

No wacky shorts, though.

On to things of importance, to me, anyway: Just had my first big kid job interview. I felt violated and judged. Which, honestly, was exactly what was happening. There was a list of key points for each scenario that I was supposed to mention, and unfortunately I didn't notice that list until half way through the interview. I forgot to say that I'd make two fighting kids apologize to each other. Of course I'd do that! But, alas, since I didn't say it it didn't get marked and I am now a heartless soul who only cares about explaining why fighting is bad.

Other than that, everything went well. I've been practicing my handshake for years.

Apparently we're crawling

Just re-read my summer goals from last year. I did read. So take that, life. I said I'd use babysteps. Let me edit that statement: I will start crawling.

All this technology is ruining my handwriting

I'm assuming that nobody has looked at this blog....well, ever. It's here solely so I don't have to use one of those old fashioned pens and pencils to write the things I think.

Summer needs to come. Like, now. I've decided that this summer I will actually do things. Yeah, yeah, I've been saying that for years, but dag nabbit this times it's true. In baby steps, of course. For example, I'm going to bike this summer. Maybe I'll even get crazy and bike to new and exciting places. Like...Devil's Lake, or the middle of nowhere. Exciting stuff. And I'm going to run - with no goals or end point.

I'll start when it gets warm. Procrastinating a better lifestyle is so much easier when you live in Wisconsin.

On another note, I can still fit my hand all the way to the bottom of the Pringles Can. +1 Joelle.