Friday the 13th

 Here it is the 13th already.  This has been a busy week, with little slow down in sight.

I had two sub jobs this week; a full day at the highschool and a full day at the elementary school.  I'd say the elementary school was more difficult, because my charge was in a mood.  Haha...  There were quite a few kids in moods.  Two weeks before Christmas break, and all sorts of testing and EVERYONE was in a mood, even the teachers.

Anyway I also had Bible study one morning and then our Ladies group's monthly meeting another morning this week.  

Today I go do my caregiver job...I don't really think of it as a job, per se.  It's more like going over and hanging out with Grandma and Grandpa for the day, helping them with random chores.  Such sweet people. 

Time is just flying by so fast.  In 5 months Ellen will be graduated from high school.  I can hardly believe that.

Let me check my camera roll and see what I've been up to picture wise this week.


 Ah,yes.  The snake plant bloomed.  People from my Facebook friends were astounded to see it bloom.  The going tradition is that they only bloom once every fifty years.  But research will tell you that where they are native they bloom every spring...or once per year.  Further research tells you that they can be forced to bloom with "stress".  This amounts to either being root bound for a certain length of time, allowing the roots to dry almost completely between waterings and/or allowing it to get plenty of bright light.  I'm not sure if it's only one of these, or a certain combination.  At any rate.  It bloomed.  I wasn't prepared for each individual flower to be so dramatic.  Very pretty.

In conclusion, here's a kitten photo for your enjoyment.  Chica and Smudge are getting along great.  



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