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What a man, what a man, what a mighty good man!

Brett is here!! It's so amazing to sit with him, be driven around by him, to talk with him about my student-staff. He said "it sounds like you work with amazing people." I can't wait for him to see that more. I  gave him a small tour but I'm excited for him to meet more of the staff, see the place I work, help me do bulletin boards and administrative tasks. It's nice to hear his stories and get to see inside his world more.

You know how when you're sitting with someone, and you're noticing things about them, even if you're "listening" you're more focused on "watching" them? Noticing Brett's mannerisms, the way he talks, etc. My brother is HANDSOME. He just looks older, and yet like he's more "himself" and that he's growing into himself and turning into a MAN! So weird to think of my baby brother that way, but comforting too. He'll be such a good man. He's coming to be a man for me by taking on a load and helping me. I'm so grateful.

Tiring day at work, but I helped people, I spoke with an upset parent for 35 minutes. Glad I did, because I think my intervention may be the difference between a student failing out and coming back next fall. I hope it is.

Tomorrow is Collin's last basketball game, I hope I'm up for it. I think Brett would have fun too.

Jason is having a poker night with the guys. I spoke to him on the phone a little bit ago, and he sounded like he was in a GREAT mood, so he must be up! Fights in our household work themselves out slowly... but at least we're on the other side of that fence...

Brett is watching TWILIGHT with Lisa and I. Talk about trying to suck-up already! Jason had better watch and learn man!

I brought work home with me. Michelle is going to get on my case, I can hear her in my head already. (Go home! Let it rest... etc!!)

Oh, and I had a seizure tonight. Silly me, messing with my meds, lack of sleep, stress... I may have to go into hibernation soon. Health trumps everything else. I'm going to need to create a new mantra.

Overall, I'm just glad that tomorrow is Saturday. I'm looking forward to rest from work and radiation, and a chance to just chill out with my my family and Brett to see life over here.

The thing I was looking forward to for SO long has finally arrived. One less thing to worry about.

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  1. SaraMarch 13, 2011 at 11:56 AM

    Bless Brett's heart....Twlight....he's a good boy...(MAN)!

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