And while I’m not really sure why I’m so hap-hap-happy it’s Friday, given the amount of work I have to do this weekend (and no sleepover with the Js), I’m glad to have gotten through it all the same. Aren’t you? It’s another week closer to summer fun.

The time is coming when I will feel the need to rant about the upcoming changes in the teacher evaluation system. I feel it like an underground lava river. I posted this cartoon on Facebook last night:

Truthfully? That’s the gist of the thing. But I won’t get into it now. Just wanted to bring your kind attention to the “drive-by” aspect of this debacle. I will also be affected somehow, but they don’t know how yet. I don’t think they know what to do with us (specialists), since our subject is not tested at the state level. I imagine some edspeak robot will come up with a way to funnel the essence of singing, acting and dancing into an extended response question. Atta boys.

Hey, I said I wasn’t going to yammer about this today. It’s payday! Yay!   It’s time to pay bills now! Boo! 

Happy Finkday, fiends — hugs all around.

Or the coffee. Oi. Yes, I am ashamed to say that yesterday, I had the Thriller pick up a pint-sized Keurig for my classroom. Does that make me a bad person? I mean, I’ve kept my “no coffee at school” resolution for a couple of years now.

Wait a minute — aren’t I supposed to be caring less about what folks might think of me? What about that resolution?

Yeah. OK, so — look at my new pretty thing. Yay for me! Fortunately, it has no water reservoir; therefore, I have to actually put in the water every time I want some coffee. I figure I shouldn’t have any problem sticking with 2 cups a day (one late morning, one afternoon), unless I feel the need for some jazzin’ before rehearsal. That ought to delight my students, HA

So there it is. I’ve outed myself about it, and I’m not ashamed anymore. At least I don’t think I am. Should I be? Yikes. Are you disappointed?

Have a good Thursday, fiends. I can almost see the finish line of the Week What Would Not End.

FO

It went the way of my aching joints: down the rabbit hole. Last night at rehearsal, a student asked me if there were any tap routines in the show we’re doing. Mercifully, no.

Creak, moan, complain, whine, blah. OK, over & done! On to better things today, with ever-faithful assistance from Aleve.

Stuff on my reptilian brain this morning:

1. I have struggled for two days, trying to find the best way to reduce the size of an MP4 file without sacrificing too much quality, when I could have just asked BoomR or Tom Hanks how to do it. *smack*
2. There is a lot more dancing to be done for this show. A lot. Maybe I’ll make that appointment for the cortisone shot after all.
3. It’s supposed to be 61 degrees tomorrow. In Ohio. In February. I swear, if all my bulbs start to break the surface…
4. The inflow of new tasks on the wait list is inversely proportional to the speed with which I am able to complete them. Isn’t that just the way?

Time to shut down, finish the coffee, and hit the shower. Uh…can someone help me up?

Got’ny? Hm? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

I am desperately trying to put on the dancing shoes and get some work done, but I need a terpsichorean muse; a happy feet raison d’être. 

*squirming in chair* I just hate everything today. This is a much-discussed phenomenon in my world. What to do when you want to put your fist through a kitten? Here it is 9:16 a.m., and I haven’t done a thing except pay bills, answer emails, buy something at Amazon, and drink café mocha. What a ne’er-do-well. What a nincompoop. What a donkey. And there sits the choreography notebook, all tired and lonely and forlorn…

OK, enough. Get on your feet; get up and make it happen.

Yeah, whatever.

Hey, thanks to all my awesome fiends for the birthday comment love. You are top drawer, and again, the main reason I keep this little comedy on the boards. *hugs*