A lot has changed since the last time I wrote here two years ago. A lot has changed and much has stayed the same.
I'm still happily married to Mr. Strong. In fact, we just celebrated our 9th anniversary. I love that man and I love that he puts up with
I'm still running. In fact, I've run two marathons.
And that is all the proof you need to know that I am completely unstable and should not be left alone for extended periods of time.
I have the sticker on my car but
stick a fork in me
I'm done. After losing four
toenails because of bruising, I can safely say that the half marathon is my upper limit now. I'm comfortable with that.
Running 26.2 really is a bat crap crazy idea.
Miss Poopy is still
peeing on the floor
as adorable as ever. She is getting a little grayer
and a little fatter
but that doesn't stop her from barking at birds and airplanes.
I still love photography and I am on my third year of posting a picture every day. It helps with my memory and it keeps me in the process of learning.
Except when I get lazy and just post a picture of my dinner or of a random flower in the yard.
But what is different is that I am no longer a principal of an elementary school. Yep. That is right. I met with the new superintendent and I asked to be moved back to assistant principal.
I had simply had enough of the crap from a few board members and some of the faculty.
I've been moved to a new school and I had a great year this past year. The thought of moving all the way back to the classroom has been entertained. I still get entertained by some
interesting parents but the stress is so much better. I've even been carded whilst buying wine this past year.
Possibly that guy was slow but I will still chalk it up as looking younger and less haggard.
Three out of four kids have graduated from college. And the
six foot tall baby
youngest one will be a senior in college. We now/will soon have our kids living all over the place -- New York, NY; New Haven, CT, Atlanta, GA and LONDON. We are extremely proud
and we have had to work hard to not bring all their accomplishments into every conversation. Plus, it makes me think that we didn't totally screw them up.
And because Mr. Strong and I are gluttons for punishment
because who needs down time
, we are soon going to be foster parents to an 8 year old girl from my school.
I always did say I wanted to bring some of them home.
She is adorable and says many funny things on her visits. I think she'll be good for us.
We hope to not increase her need for therapy.
I've not been writing like I love. I do keep a journal
with embarrassing parts for my children to have to read upon my demise
and I write a little with each picture I post but I've missed real writing
ha! as if this is real writing... just humor me
. I'm setting a goal to
increase the number of hours in each day
get back to the writing I've missed. I'm trying.