That probably sounds a little funny from a teacher who has been out of school since mid-June but I need a vacation. Correction, we need a vacation. Amy and I are looking forward to a full week together with no work. If it’s anything like the week we spent together at Christmas we won’t ever want to go back to work.

I had no idea that my first summer off as a teacher would be so busy. Last summer I got my first teaching job but had to work until school began. In fact, I worked two jobs running from summer school to my customer service job. I thought with all my extra time I would be able to do some of the things I wanted to do including working more on this blog. Now it’s two weeks until teachers report (okay, a little less than three weeks) and I’m wondering where the summer went.

I taught summer school again in the morning for the first five weeks. The afternoons were spent running errands for the most part including going to the chiropractor for the first time. Over the July 4 weekend we deconstructed and reconstructed the half bath on our main floor. You’ll find the story of that tiling adventure on Amy’s blog–I’ve teased her that I get to do the work and she gets to blog about it.

Once summer school ended I went to work on our basement project–I think she’s going to blog about that too. Now instead of running errands in the afternoon, I’m running them in the morning. The afternoons have been dedicated to making our mjbasement room into a more comfortable living space. The grid for the ceiling tiles went up today but the tiles are waiting for Uncle Jon to get the new lighting in. Carpeting (or carpet squares) and some trim will finish the project. The project has been a lot of work but Amy keeps telling me how great the space will be when we’re done.

But for now, I need a vacation and even though we won’t be away for all of it, we will both take time away from our work and enjoy the days surrounding our 21st anniversary.

Hopefully we’ll see more of you again when we get back.

Did you know that May is…

• National Asparagus Month
• National Barbecue Month
• National Egg Month
• National Hamburger Month
• National Salad Month
• National Salsa Month
• National Strawberry Month

Why is this important? Because it constitutes the shopping list anytime I’m not sure what to make for dinner. And why is that important? Because May also happens to be the month to celebrate Amy’s birthday.

I’ve long maintained that a person’s favorite season of the year is closely tied to the month he was born in. I was born in November and my favorite season is winter. Amy was born in May and her favorite season is summer. The same correlation seems to hold for our children as well.

Now let’s extend that theory to food. Assuming that these foods are assigned to the month of May because of their availability at that time of year, it makes sense that they would be among Amy’s favorites.

I quite simply can’t strike out when I bring home a bag of groceries loaded with the necessities for hamburgers on the grill, sauteed asparagus, and sliced strawberries. And she certainly wouldn’t reject the addition of a fresh salad or chips and salsa to her meal (margarita optional). My dinner entertainment is her at my side doing a happy dance in her chair. She makes me want to cook like this for her every night. When Mama is happy, everybody’s happy!

It was a busy day. We began it with three children and finished with six.

I got Z-Man dressed and ready and she changed Little Guy out of his diaper and into his church clothes. Each of them fought for his turn on her lap during the sermon.

Jo-Bear was away at a camp-out Friday night and Saturday. He met us after church smelling of the woods and campfire. She sent him to the shower as soon as we got him home. Later when he complained about an upset stomach she knew that he was over tired and just needed a nap.

Angel Face lost her sunglasses at the band festival yesterday. Mom made sure we got out to the mall to replace them in time for next weekend’s trip to Chicago. She gave her all the time she needed to pick out a pair that looked as good as the old ones.

College Boy drove up at supper time. He’s home for the summer with all his belongings. Tears came to her eyes as she watched him fill our living room with all his junk. “My baby’s home,” she whispered. An hour later he was off to his friend’s house.

Princess walked into an already chaotic house. Mom hugged her and welcomed her back despite all that was going on. Princess couldn’t wait to share everything about last night’s prom and sleepover.

I am so blessed to have such a wonderful mom for my children. I don’t know how she does it but she does. She brings us all together into a home. She gives me greater respect for mom’s everywhere. Happy Mother’s Day!

• We had a teacher from Thailand stay with us for two and a half weeks
• I’ve begun coaching my daughter’s soccer team
• I just finished my research methods grad class, aka grad class from hell
• I’m still a first year teacher
• I’ve been distracted by team teaching decisions for next year
• I haven’t been getting enough sleep
• I’m busy trying to please my wife

Maybe I’ll get to blog about some of these things later…

With all due respect to Charlie Brown, ARRRRGGGHHHHH!

Maybe it wasn’t that bad and maybe it’s really too early to complain because the accountant hasn’t finished our return yet, but on Monday (April 7) I finally decided to get our tax information together. Decided is probably too strong a word. More like I had the dreaded surprise realization that I had to get it together.

Despite a week of Spring break and another day and a half tacked on for Maundy Thursday and Good Friday, I hadn’t even started to complete the nice little packet the accountant sent us in January. And I had finally procrastinated long enough that I figured I could file for an extension and procrastinate even longer–even as I read this, I really still like this plan. So at 6AM Monday morning I went out to the IRS website to figure out how to file an extension and had one of those AHA! moments. I was screwed! With Amy’s in-home family childcare and web based business I would have had to do as much work to file the extension as I would to have the accountant put the return together. Time to drop everything and crunch some numbers!

And it really wasn’t all that bad. Sure I didn’t scour all the uncategorized payments in Quicken to get every last penny of business expenses or itemized deductions, but with very little effort, I did come up with more than I had the previous year. I stopped by last night on my way to grad class to give him the envelope and we’ll see just how good our tax preparer really is. Throw in our economic stimulus payment and I’ll be happy if we break even but I’m sure Uncle Sam will have something to say about that!

The car was covered with white. Snow trapped! I cleared a little from the window with a shovel. I hacked at the ice on the door and pried it open. I turned the key. It started on the first try! Whew!

I let it warm up a little then backed up slowly. I couldn’t see very well and was afraid I might run into the house. I drove forward a little. I turned the steering wheel and backed up again.

I heard the snow against the other side… the car stopped. I tried going forward… I tried going backward. The car wouldn’t move. Snow trapped!

I tried to get out but the door was broke. I tried the other side but it only opened a little. Snow trapped!

I honked the horn. BEEP… BEEEEP… I hope someone hears…

I was about to honk the horn again. Wait! Did I see something move outside my door? I peeked through the small part of my window not covered with ice. Just then, Amy opened the door and asked, “Need any help?”

“Yes, I’m stuck!” Snow trapped! “Can you get in and I’ll try to push you out?”

She got in. I tried pushing the car forward. I tried pushing it backward. It still didn’t move.

“Nevermind,” I said. “I’ll just have to try and get it out after school.”

It stayed there all day. I could only think about how to get that snow trapped car unstuck.

That’s why it was so difficult for me to join Facebook. Why give up my internet privacy when nobody would be interested in my profile anyway? And why invite anyone to be a friend? I haven’t seen some of these people in forever and they have much more important things to do.

But I joined anyway. Amy told me that part of having a successful website is creating a network. So I joined facebook–but I dragged Amy along with me so that I’d have at least one friend. It took me a couple of days but I finally invited my first friend (besides Amy), one of my better friends from high school with whom I had lost contact. I slept poorly that night, but the next morning I had a friend. Someone else I knew from college had also found me and invited me to be their friend. Maybe this isn’t so bad after all.

Now to be more like Amy–remember I’m trying to learn what she’s learned/learning–I joined a forum for teachers today. It’s a little more anonymous and it will take me a little while to figure out how it all works, but I actually introduced myself and posted a couple of times. Not only that, but people responded to my intorduction. Wow!

It will still take me a little while to get up the nerve to contact all the facebook people I know and I will probably still hide from them if I see them in the store, but I’m making progress. Who would thunk this would be so therapeutic?

Tom