Those Stupid Open Ends

So busy and so many open ends.  I hate open ends!  I like everything tied up and neatly tucked where it goes.  EVERYTHING has meaning, a purpose and a place!  Too much to do  and not enough space!  AUHHG!  I am waiting on everything... Calls, land... money... sales... people.. Always waiting... I HATE WAITING.  I am the type that thinks... decides.... reacts!  I dont' know when that happened.  When I became an assertive person instead of the procrastinator!  Use to, I would never turn in my work at school, and wait until the last possible moment to go where ever it was I needed to be, getting there late or whatever.. WHO CARED!?  Now, I am always chomping at the bit to be done with an idea before it is completely thought out! So here I sit... waiting... and let me say that once the idea goes from paper to soil... it better not drag or I will crack a whip!

Although I sit quietly and wait... don't you dare for one moment think I have forgotten.  I am merely being patient.

New Daycare?

This summer, I may be opening a new daycare in town. We have been thinking and thinking about it.  So many pros and cons... Such a stressful business and there always seems to be someone with their hand out for money...but the bottom line is... I miss it and I was DAMN good at it. 

We are looking for a location, I have already done some research...thought about names, started on a web design, visited with DHS and have a realtor giving me the heads up on buildings. (So glad I worked in Advertising before cause it really comes in handy when you are opening a business.)

I have some parents that already want to enroll their kids if I do open one.... and for that I am thankful!

Now... even though it is not a DONE DEAL... the only thing that will keep me from doing it is if I just decided I don't want that stress again, or if I should get a job at the school full time.     But if I do decided to open up a daycare... I will ROCK this place!  People have no idea what is coming... but they will.  So hold on to your kids and your staff.... it's going to be a bumpy ride! Muahahahahaha

Subbing.....

WOW!  I have subbed 62 days in a 81 day semester!  It doesn't feel like I have worked that much, but I have worked dang near every day!  I have worked in every age classroom and for several different schools.  I have jobs booked for next semester already and will be going to Mustang tomorrow for a training so I can work in that school district.  I like the subbing gig.  I like the freedom... I like being able not work when I choose too....even though I can't say 'no' to anyone that asks me to work.  I was suppose to work one day this week and ended up working 4 and had to turn down the 5th cause I have to go to training! I will be sad when I can't work for Yukon schools after I use up my days... and I hope I find some great kids in Mustang!  

Sneek peek from Love's a Choice

     Sitting in his study, surrounded by a room full of books was not his idea of a fun filled evening. Then again, sitting across the table from Rand wasn’t either. His plan was to go to Brooks, have a few drinks, chase a woman until he caught her, put a smile on her face (as well as his own) and go home around dawn. He glanced at the pile of books and wondered, How did this happen?

 “John, it’s your move.” Rand said impatiently.

John looked over the marble carved chess set as he strategically planned his next move. “Don’t rush me!” he bit off.

 “Rush you?” Rand smarted off. “I’ve taken a nap since it became your turn.”  

John gave his friend a stern look. “Just because you think you have me beat doesn’t mean you have. There is always a way around you. You never win.”

 “Humph!” Randolph yawned as he sat back in the chair. “What time is it anyway? I want to go to the club.”

 “Early.” John picked up a piece, started to move it, then decided against it and put it back where it had been for the last two hours.

Randolph held his breath in anticipation, only to let it out once John withdrew his hand to think some more. “John?”

 “Hmm?”

 “What are you going to do?” Rand asked innocently enough.

 “Move my king...or my knight.” 

Making a face, Rand circled his hands out toward his friend’s throat as if he were going to choke him.  

John looked up just in time. “What?” John barked.

Trying to look innocent, Randolph tilted his head slightly to one side. “What do you mean, what? I am not talking about this game! I am talking about Aubrey.

What are you going to do about her?” 

John sighed and got up from the table. He walked over to the cabinet and poured himself a drink. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

 “You can pretend you don’t know what I am talking about, but I happen to know better.”

 “Why do you want to know my intentions? Do you have some of your own regarding Aubrey? Hmmm?” John wanted to know if he was going to have to compete with his friend for her attention or just kill him.

Leaning back in his chair, Randolph chuckled. “I know you won’t believe this, but actually....”

John started to feel sick to his stomach.  

“No, I don’t. I find her very attractive and charming.” At John’s furious look, Rand chuckled. “But for some reason that even escapes me, something about her is missing.”

 “There is nothing missing when it comes to

Aubrey, I assure you,” John said as he took another big drink, trying to sooth his nerves. 

 “It’s like I’ve known her all my life. It’s an eerie feeling actually.” Randolph shuddered. “Like there is something about her that I should know or that I do know. You know?”  

John sat back down. He had known what he wanted from Victoria, but with Aubrey, he didn’t know. One minute he wanted to see her, and the next he wished she were on her way back to America. He looked over the pieces again.

 “Have you heard from Victoria lately?” Randolph asked, changing the subject.

John’s head snapped up. “Hell, no. Why would I?”

 “No reason. I just heard the Duke has gone out of town for a month. You know, she might be thinking while the cat’s away—” 

John cut him off before he could finish the thought. “You don’t have to worry about that anymore. I think that slap I received out on the balcony at the ball was the end of us.” Then under his breath he added, “At least I hope so.”

“What happened anyway? Aubrey and I must have walked in right after it transpired. We didn't see anything… well, except the slap.” 

John recanted the whole story, and Randolph sat stunned. “You actually said that to her?” At his grin, Randolph shook his head. “It’s a wonder she didn’t try to stir up trouble after that.” 

 “I don’t know that she didn’t. She did go straight to the Duke afterward. I half expected him to challenge me to a duel to defend her honor—not that her honor is worth defending.” 

 “No, she didn’t, or not that night anyway.”  

“And how would you know that?” John asked.

 “Because after she left in a huff, I followed her and made sure she didn’t.”

John wondered briefly how he could have missed that part of the evening’s events, but then he remembered. He started to grin. He had been so wrapped up in Aubrey and their first kiss that he hadn’t even noticed Rand had left. “Well, you can be sure such won’t always be the case. She is very upset with me because I don’t wish to resume the affair after she and the Duke are married.”

 “Let’s not borrow trouble. For now, let’s just finish this game so I can find more enlivening entertainment!” Rand begged.

John once again looked down at the board. He fumbled with a few moves before he looked up to grin at

Randolph. “Checkmate.”

Randolph looked in disbelief as his friend who once again beat him at chess. “I swear, you cheat!”