The Trash Can of Inspiration

A big thing is happening in the little town where I teach. We're getting a new high school. It may not sound like much to you, but you'll just have to believe me when I tell you there hasn't been a new building resurrected in this town since about 1964. Possibly later. With the building of the new school, my campus is moving to the NOT-AS-OLD campus that the previous high schoolers vacated, since the middle school campus we had been using was built before or during Segregation for the black students of the community. Yesterday was day one of room work. I mostly emptied boxes, filled book shelves, etc. Not to tell you every mundane decision I made, but I did ditch desks in favor of lots of tables and chairs from our old science lab. These tables are solid wood and will be around long after I'm gone from this institution of insanity knowledge. The tables were painted black at some point, I assume, to match the black Formica tops. Since this is the same school district I attended 5th-12th grades, I assume these are also the tables where I sat in middle school as I destroyed dissected frogs, sheep hearts and cow eyes. Ahhh, the fun memories. I love dissection, but I digress. Back to the trash can of inspiration. So, last night I returned to Lowes (where you may recall I just gifted them with $1,500) and purchased the cutest trash can with bright summer colors and flip flops. This then led to me cruising to the spray paint aisle where I picked up aqua, fuchsia, orange, and lime paint. We're not allowed to paint the white walls, but stand back everyone...Room #3 is about to become INSPIRED!

In other exciting news, we're going swimming today with our church's children's groups. Every Tuesday, the children's departments meet for a Fun Day, and today is a swimming party. Even though it's a disruption to my paint fume sniffing aspirations, I guess we'll go. I plan on being in a cloud of paint by late afternoon, though. Just so ya know.

Let's see. What else? Dirty Jobs is a new epi tonight. Deep breath in....deep breath out....deep breath in....deep breath out. My sweet, little Mikey Rowe. Ahhhh.

More? Alrighty. Hhhmmm. We'll be making three road trips in the next 6 weeks or so. The last weekend in July we are heading to my grandmother's 80th surprise birthday bash in West Texas. She isn't doing very well, and this may be the last time we all have to see her. We call her my d@*# Granny because that is what she calls herself. Cusses a blue streak, she does. For example, after walking into her house, she would likely tell you (in her gruff smoker's voice) "Come over here and kiss your d@*# Granny." She's quite....colorful. I guess after birthing 13 babies, you just sort of get rough around the edges. Where was I? Road trips. The first weekend in August, we'll be heading to South Louisiana to visit with DaddyPinkie's sister and her family. Last but not least, we plan on traveling to Hot Springs, Arkansas the third week of August to visit with GardenPinkie's dad/step-mom. I know what you're thinking. Take a bucket! You're catching on to how we roll!