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{March 28, 2015}   Today

What a day….

Today started too early…

Skied hard…

New boots…issues? not sure…

Knees buckled…

Giant bags of ice…

Good dinner…

Good company…

Too tired to say more…

Good night.



{March 27, 2015}   Setting the tone

So many different things can set the tone for, well, things, right?

There are so many things I could give examples for here, but I’m only going to focus on my classrooms today, well, actually everyday. The class or students really set the tone for the class and how it’s going to progress, wouldn’t you agree?

I start every class full of energy, vigor and vim and I try to keep that momentum going for the entire class, but it doesn’t always work, especially if the class is full of duds. Perfect example was today, I taught three classes and the great thing was they were all full or close to full. SO much better than the majority of my classes over the last few weeks, no-shows, no registrations or really small classes.

Sometimes I tell jokes while we are waiting for other students to arrive, I think I’ve told some of them to you [What’s smarter than a talking parrot?…a spelling bee! wah wah wah], try to keep the mood light, especially since, for the most part, most of them don’t want to be there to begin with, I need to keep them entertained and learn something. I’m not sure that some of them realize how much it takes to be up there in front of them, especially when you look out and see blank stares when you ask a question or see someone fighting to stay awake. I think I told you sometimes at the end of the day, I don’t want to talk anymore, I know, me, JJ does not want to talk to anyone at all! What?!?

My first class today was pretty good, there was a good mix of people, they laughed when they were supposed to, followed what I was saying, took it as it was intended when I called them out on something, especially if they did something they knew they were not supposed to. I feed off of that and it helps keep me going and keeps them engaged.

My third and final class of the day, it was a mixed bag. I could feel some resentment from some people, who just did not want to be there, or felt that they were too good to be there, does not help keep the energy level up and I tried. In almost every class, especially the ones with more people, there are going to be slower learners or less than computer savvy students, those folks need a little extra love and I do what I can to give it to them, if the person next to them isn’t helping them, maybe because they are one of the other challenged students. When they left, I was done, officially for the day and emotionally for the week, done, stick a fork in me!

My second class was great, it was on to capacity, but we made it work. They were energized, motivated, asked good questions, laughed a lot and learned a lot. One women even kept saying “yes mommy” when I would tell her to do something, it was cute! Then I got my greatest compliment…someone who had taken the same class the week before said to me, as I was helping her, “you’re a good teacher” she said she was getting a lot out of my class today and I really was a good instructor, that made my day and helped a lot to keep me going and motivated.

I love getting feedback, from the students especially, it reinforces that I chose my profession well and it is where I am supposed to be. Doing what I love and loving what I do.

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Today I overslept, pook.

How you wake up can set the tone for your whole day, don’t you agree? Now, when I told the valet at the hotel I overslept and got up at 6:06am, he laughed and I laughed too, imagine 6am oversleeping, but when you get up by 5:30 every morning to leave by 6am, then 6:06am is oversleeping!

I set two alarms, the first at 5:15, I use that for snoozing, you know that wonderful stuff you do after the alarm goes off and it’s so nice. Then the next one goes off at 5:30, just in case I don’t wake up to the first and I hit snooze once or twice, then I’m up by 5:45 at the latest, call for the car and I’m out the door by 6am and in my car and on the road by 6:05/6:10 at the latest.

Well, this morning, my dreams were silly and I felt the need to see them through, couldn’t tell you what they were, but I know I was laughing in them, so why get up? I looked at the clock, said “Oh…” called valet and asked for the car. I rushed to get my teeth brushed, looked at my hair and realized I would be alright if I didn’t take a shower, it’s all about how you look when you leave, right?

Wasn’t it Fernando who said “It is better to look good than feel good and dahling…you look mahbelous!” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hXydX9p_ZxA. Good memories.

The good thing was, the hospital was about 20 minutes away, I made it in time to set the classroom up, of course, I had to wait for someone from security to come and open the room up, which is supposed to be open all the time, sigh.

Guess what happened next…I was there at 6:30 for my 7am class and no one showed up…what? So, I was able to eat breakfast, that was a plus…

The day was fine, people showed up to all the other classes, but I was still a teeny bit off.  Left the hospital, got into the car, realized I left my lunch bag in the training room, went back, waited for security to unlock the door. Got back to the hotel, thought I lost my little electronic bag, oh my! I finally found it, it was hiding where I couldn’t find it.

After a while, I decided I was not leaving the hotel. I called room service, ordered got into the bath, relaxed, put on my jammies, ate dinner [wasn’t great, they messed up the order a bit], chilled out and now I’m talking to you.

Alarms are set, I’m going to get more than 4 hours of sleep and tomorrow is a new day.

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{March 17, 2015}   Happy St Patricks Day!

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Today is St Patrick’s Day.

Saint Patrick’s Day, or the Feast of Saint Patrick (Irish: Lá Fhéile Pádraig, “the Day of the Festival of Patrick”), is a cultural and religious celebration held on 17 March, the traditional death date of Saint Patrick (c. AD 385–461), the foremost patron saint of Ireland.

It is a religious and cultural celebration, but it also seems to be an excuse to party, which is not a bad thing, by any means! There are stories behind everything, for instance, wearing of the green, which is associated with a shamrock and a song, just to name a few.

There are celebrations all over the world, not just in Ireland and the US, it would be foolish to think it ends there! Even at the International Space Station, they are wearing green! Chicago, New York, Boston and Savannah have the biggest celebrations in the US, Chicago and Savannah dye the rivers green, that is a sight to see!

There are so many traditions…you get pinched if you don’t wear green, you should drink green beer and lots of it, corned beef and cabbage to feat on.

I was day dreaming about Ireland, wishing I was there, missing it and knowing I’ll be there again some day and I know I’ll go one day with my twin! I haven’t forgotten and there is so much more I want to see.

Today in between class, I had Irish music playing, Pandora had an Irish station, it was great! Then I went to run a few errands, got back to the hotel and I am a red head again! I could fit in with any Irish pub!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Patrick’s_Day

I will leave you with this Irish Blessing…

May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face, may the rains fall softly upon your fields.

I hope today was full of fun and silly and all you hoped it would be.



{March 15, 2015}   I am adrift…bereft…

Everything’s ok, I just realized I didn’t talk to my dad yesterday!

I talk to my dad just about every day, we are great friends and it’s a relationship that I treasure, so when I don’t talk to him every day, it’s weird!

Some days we talk for five minutes, ten, sometimes an hour. Some days there is substance, other days, I couldn’t tell you what we talked about, I have a feeling it’s the same for him!

Bottom line, we talk just about every day and this morning, I realized I didn’t talk to him and I felt lost…adrift…bereft…then I called, we chatted and all was right with the world.

Yay!



{March 9, 2015}   I underpacked…

Yes folks, you heard me say it, I JJ…underpacked.

My under things that is. Clothing is never an issue, I always have more than I need and even for these two weeks, I have enough clothes for work, as I am teaching different people every day, I could, actually, wear the same thing over and over, as long as it’s the same class and who would be the wiser? Nobody! But I’m not doing that!

I usually have downtime clothes, which I did this trip, my first week here, the only thing I did have that wasn’t professional were workout gear and jammies, other than that, if we decided to go out, work clothes.

Normally, I pack enough sox and britches to get me through 2x the days on the trip, this time, I do not know where my head was…I knew I would do laundry at dad’s [if I was going somewhere else for the weekend, laundry there] but..even so, I always have enough underthings to get me through a few extra days.

This trip…not so. I got to dad’s and before I could do laundry, I was down to the socks from the day before and a pair of bathing suit bottoms. Don’t tell me you have never done this before! I know everyone who went to college has done this at least once! Not saying that anyone who did not go to college did not do this, but…I know how many of my friends in college did this!

Get this, I even packed my bag for this coming weekend, it’s packed and ready to go at home, enough underthings to get through more than the weekend, but not here! Go figure!

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Happy Happy Happy birthday to three of my favorite people, all of them call me Auntie! Fabulous 4 year old twins S&E and COF from across the street! XOXO



First…nothing happened, but this is a what if, because something almost happened.

Second…I thought Mother Nature had something against Boston, with all the snow they have been getting and I’ve been there pretty much for all of it, fun. There is so much white…everywhere. Now, while I thought Mother Nature had something against Boston, I think she hates Buffalo!

I’ve been here since last Monday and there were not a lot of sunny days, but forget that. There is snow, snow, snow everywhere, and it does not seem like there is an end in site. Today, it snowed, then rained and the rain must have helped melt some of the snow, I don’t know if there was some sun over the weekend, but there is slush, slush and more slush. And ice, ice and more ice.

Which, brings me back to my post. We were heading into one of the offices for the afternoon and pulled up to the curb, well, what used to be the curb, it’s covered by a high mountain of snow and a river of slush and water at the street. The sidewalk, when we finally got to it, was almost a sheet of ice, we made it in and to safety, wet feet and all.

Coming out of the building…this is where we get to the thinking behind my post…we came out of the building and walked very cautiously, because the sidewalk was almost a sheet of ice and then all of a sudden, there was a crash as chunks of snow and ice came crashing down off the roof! No one was hurt, we were all just a little spooked and not looking forward to walking the rest of the way on the sidewalk, but to get to the street…walk through a river.

I joked, would we get Worker’s Compensation for this? The answer, yes! Good to know!

Good night

PS. Happy Happy Birthday to my fabulous granddaughter, LB! She turned four today! Oh my!!!



I must be out of practice!

When I first got back on the road last year, just like with every new job, there is a challenge mine is packing.

Now, when I get into the groove, no problem, I know exactly what I am taking each week, it’s pretty much the same. When I was in Michigan, it was easy, I left stuff there over the weekends when I would go home. Sometimes I would either bring just my dirty laundry with me or nothing, since I could do laundry there.

Now, with weekly trips, if I am at the same hotel week after week, no problem, either take the stuff home or leave it over the weekend and take dirty laundry home. The problem arises when you are going to be gone for two weeks, with a weekend trip somewhere other than home, now you have to think about clothes for the weekend and will you be able to do laundry. Normally you pack for the week, but when you’re gone for two weeks, you need to bring a few extra things so you’re not wearing the exact same things two weeks in a row, you can mix and match, but that only goes so far.

So, I hope you have gathered that I am going to be gone for two weeks, next weekend I’m so excited about, I’ll tell you about it next weekend! Now that we cleared that up, you have deduced that I have more stuff to take with me and I was hoping to put it all in my one bag, I got that sucker stuffed to the gills, everything went in, even the bulky sweater I like…zipped shut, good to go.

And then…I turn around and there are the boots I was going to change into when I get to the office…drat! So close….

Down to the basement for a bigger bag and now it all fits, go me! So…challenge accepted, attempted and quasi success. But still…only one bag.

Happy travels!

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{March 1, 2015}   Writer’s block

Having a little bit of writer’s block at the moment.

I have a lot to say, I just can’t remember what it is at the moment! There are some days I don’t think about one blog post idea, I think of multiple ideas and then other days, like tonight, I can’t think of anything I want to talk about…I really need to write these down.

I had a great weekend, but I’ve told you about that, I’ve told you about the snow, snow and more snow. The countries where they were wonderful and the countries where, not so much.

Tonight is just one of those nights…I have been staring at the same screen for over 30 minutes now and this is the best I could do.

Thank you for indulging me here tonight, tomorrow will be better, promise!



{February 21, 2015}   Goodgies

Goodgies are for good luck.

This is something that my family does to wish each other luck, for whatever. It could be for an exam, a presentation, an interview, competition, whatever you could use a little extra mojo for. You wish each other good luck, we give goodgies.

It started with my parents when we were kids, I don’t know if it was my mom or dad who started the tradition, but they both did it and it’s something we have come to value, still doing it for each other and now, with the girls, better known as my nieces.

You start by standing in front of the person, put your pointer fingers on the temples of the person you are wishing well and then the important part…you make this weird noise with the back of your throat.

Now, it’s always better to have the person on front of you you are giving goodgies to, but it can still be done over the phone.

The important thing is to announce “ok, it’s time for goodgies” and then you do your thing.

It is a wonderful tradition I hope never ends and to all my friends and family, if you have something coming up that you need a little extra luck for, let me know and I’ll be happy to “give you goodgies”



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