It's a Wonderful Life

This week was a mix of fun and frustration.  The kids are so ready to be out of school that teaching was like tangling with a tiger.  Especially with the younger students.  I was ever so glad to see Friday come!  With just two more work days before Christmas Break I think I can make it.  That was the frustration.

The fun took several forms. . .

On Thursday I was the guest speaker at Parkview High School's Viking Readers Club.  I think that was probably the most fun I'd had with the book since I heard it was going to be published.  I was pretty nervous about it, but had a great time once I got there.  They were so polite and laughed and asked tons of questions.  It was great.  I was so honored to be asked and so pleased with how it went.  Thanks to Gail Eubanks and the Viking Readers! 

I also got to have some fun Christmas shopping for Natalie!  What a blast to pick out toys and little Christmas-shaped treats for her stocking.  I told her that she has two presents under the tree, but I won't tell her which ones because I'm sure she'd peek while we're at work. 

Tonight Bruce and I had our annual weekend before Christmas fireside supper.  I made Polenta Lasagna (individual portions in some of my milk glass Fire King dishes) and we had pretty Italian cut green beans and some very yummy 3-cheese Artisan bread (they sell something called a "petite loaf" at Dillons and it was just right for a special occasion).  I hadn't decided what kind of dessert to make and that was fine because my mother turned up with some oh, so good peanut butter cake for us and we saved it for tonight.  Had some Peppermint Patty coffee and watched It's a Wonderful Life.  The only thing different this year was having Natalie there, but I just put a little sprinkling of cheese on her food for a festive touch and put a matching placemat down by us so she could have her Christmas supper, too.

Speaking of Natalie, she's the reason I'm blogging at 3:30 in the morning.  One of those rare, but insistent need-to-go-out-in-the-middle-of-the-night nights.  That was an hour and a half ago, but I just couldn't get back to sleep.  Emailed a couple of friends, payed a couple of bills and am heading back in to sit by the fire and read a Dave Barry book.

If this week proves to be anything like last, you might not hear from me again until the new year, so have a blessed Christmas.  Remember Jesus!

Shellie