Greetings My Peeps!

I’m so happy!!!!

I’m just about done moving into my new home, but already I’m happy as a clam!


We (my husband and I) have pretty much gotten everything straight and are just dealing with the pinny-nanny stuff.  You know what I’m talking about: organizing, decorating, etc.  It’s strange and wonderful having all our things back.  They’ve been in storage for two years.  Even our dogs are happy to have their own space again.

I don’t know what I’m happier about; having my books back or having my writing space back.  Oh well.  I’m just happy!


Greetings My Peeps!

Special Halloween Post: The Forgotten Victorian Novelist Who Outsold Dickens

I’m always on the look out for new authors that I might enjoy. I’m also on a mission to read more classical literature. George W. M. Reynolds (the author in this blog post) may just be a two for one deal. Yeah!

Interesting Literature

As the nights are beginning to draw in and Halloween approaches, how about something to make the flesh creep and send a shiver down the spine? Charles Dickens was a master of the macabre, whether it’s in his Christmas ghost stories such as A Christmas Carol, in the chilling Gothic emptiness of Satis House in Great Expectations or the dirty squalor of London in Oliver Twist. But there was another novelist who most people have never heard of, whose books also offered the Victorian reading public a good helping of horror. At the height of his career, he sold more copies of his work than Dickens, who is widely thought to have been the bestselling novelist of the age. This other writer’s name was George W. M. Reynolds, and he has recently been called ‘the other Dickens’. 2014 marks the bicentenary of his birth.

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So Close

When my husband got out of the military, we moved in with my relatives while we looked for jobs and a place to live.  Unfortunately, it took longer to find these things than we anticipated.  But now we are getting close to finally having a space of our own again and getting our things back.  But we have run into one set back after another.  My parents offered their old home that they have been renting out.  The girl that was already living there had to be evicted because she was no longer paying rent and that was an ordeal all in of itself.  When she finally left, she had trashed the house so for the last few weeks my husband and I have been diligently cleaning it up.  We are now maybe a week away from getting our things delivered!

I’m so excited because this means that I will get my books back!  I have books that I read over and over.  I miss these books.  They are my favorites.  My husband is excited to get our bed back and his TV.  Anyone who has had to live with someone else for a while will understand the simple joy of having one’s own things and space.  I can’t wait!  I’ve been planning where all the furniture will go, but I’m more excited about getting my office space back.  Soon I will have my monitor back which means that my edits will go faster.  Right now, I just have my laptop so that makes for a slow process.

I can’t wait to finally move in!  I love the unpacking process.  I know, I’m strange.  Ha-ha.  It will be just like Christmas!


Greetings My Peeps!

WTF Mate!

Ok so check this out.   Yesterday was a teacher workday for my school.  I wasn’t there for most of the day because I was at a workshop.  I decided to stop by and make sure that there wasn’t anything else that I needed to do before I went home.  I was talking to the teacher I work under (I’m a teacher assistant) and I asked her how was her day.  She then proceeds to tell me that we (the staff) are no longer allowed to use punitive forms of punishments anymore….anigif_enhanced-29664-1412900735-2Now before some of you get upset, we don’t physically harm the children.  We take away their recess by making them walk laps.  We use the color coded red, yellow, and green system.  And some classes use the Dojo app where students can earn or lose points based on their behavior in class and whether or not they do their work.  Well now we can’t take away their recess because they “have to be free to play”.  If a student gets on red they have to be able to earn it back and we are no longer allowed to take away class points from them.  Let me as you this…how in the hell are we supposed to keep discipline and order in the classroom if there are no negative repercussions for their actions?  Positive reinforcement only goes so far and in the real world there are positive and negative consequences to your actions.

The only thing this new ruling accomplishes is to further tie the teacher’s hands.  Sure we can call the parents but for a vast majority, the parents are a part of the problem.  You know the ones I’m talking about.  The “not my angel” parents.  Then you have the parents that have just given up.  The kids know that they won’t get into trouble so what good will threatening them with calling their parents do.  Ug!


Please pray for the teachers at my school.  Things are about to get rough.

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So Long Old Man

Throughout our lives we have two families.  The ones that we are born with.  The other is one that we create for ourselves.  This other family is usually made up of our friends, and sometimes even our friend’s parents.  Well, this past Friday I lost a member of my created family.  His name was Mr. Weaver and he was the best adoptive grandfather anyone could ask for.  He looked the way a grandfather should, big belly and all.  Mr. Weaver was also my husband’s adoptive grandfather too.  Whenever I couldn’t find Dmitry, my husband, in or around the house I would look across the yard and there he was with Mr. Weaver in the workshop.

Mr. Weaver lived a hard life, but he never wished for anything different.  That man had some stories.  He was always there to offer words of wisdom and he was my go-to man for anything farming related.  His wife was also adopted by me and my husband.  My heart goes out to her and her children as they go through this trying time.  But we all know that Mr. Weaver is happy in the afterlife and what more can we hope for.

So goodbye, Old Man.  I will miss you terribly.  Don’t worry about the Misses, Dmitry and I will take care of her.


Love you.