My, My, My
Momma says that my first words were "My, my, my!" in imitation of what she said while wiping my poopy little butt. These past few weeks have been VERY eventful. Di (ibd_shebear) landed a great 5th grade teaching position at a progressive, creativity-promoting school in the mountains of western North Carolina. There were over 500 applicants. My, my, my indeed!
The school is just south of Great Smoky Mountains National Park (as opposed to Dollywood, which is just north). It is just a few miles from a Cherokee reservation and over 50% of the student body is Native American. 'dat's cool. In fact, Di is just under 50% Cherokee herself. 'dat's very cool too. It's a beautiful area and we are truly looking forward to living there.
... but first the move. Sell the house in Iowa. Have an auction. Go shopping for another. Move and like all that. I'm all worried about replacement e-mail addresses. Di is worried about replacement flower bulbs. It works.
The school is just south of Great Smoky Mountains National Park (as opposed to Dollywood, which is just north). It is just a few miles from a Cherokee reservation and over 50% of the student body is Native American. 'dat's cool. In fact, Di is just under 50% Cherokee herself. 'dat's very cool too. It's a beautiful area and we are truly looking forward to living there.
... but first the move. Sell the house in Iowa. Have an auction. Go shopping for another. Move and like all that. I'm all worried about replacement e-mail addresses. Di is worried about replacement flower bulbs. It works.