Or maybe… Bah humbug.  No it is not Christmas, but the thought of changing my schedule from me time, to work time tends to drag this out of me on a Sunday night.  Monday’s are good because the week is heading toward completion, but this is my time of disgruntlement.

Last post you may remember me talking about writing about the good that happens to you in a day to help put the good and bad moments into perspective.  Well, for this time I start the … I have a solid 5 hours of playtime before I have to start for bed.  That means, at least 2 movies, or a handful of tv shows, or maybe even a good book.  It means crafts, or writing, and surfing the web for ideas for my students.. (yup – opted to teach summer school).  And now I just need to settle on my choices.  Maybe that is what the frustration is based on … I have too many options and only a little time.

So for now, I am going to think about my preferred thought for dinner.. I hate to cook if I can help it… and aside from the current allergy attack… I am going to make the most of my time.

What tools do you use to keep yourself upbeat, or establish a routine, pattern, or mission for your new week?  I know mine will be – reading, phonics and The Loch Ness Monster in the mornings.. but afternoons are aaalll for me. 😀  Find you bliss and create your mission.  It makes the blah moments into memorable moments.. for me.

And if I can remember to buy bacon so I will have headers to fit the page…

Good morning, or good night wherever you are.  Talk to you soon!


Ms. Hughes, how come you’re so awesome?

“Ms. Hughes, how come you’re so awesome?”  This is how my tutoring day ended yesterday.  A less enthusiastic child came today, but the ending was similar.  These are the moments that impact the love of any responsibility as we go through our, occasionally, humdrum lives.  One tool that has been exceptionally beneficial to help maintain this perspective is to write down the good moments that happen in a day, and actively identify the times of stress within the 24 hour stretch.  I have often noted that I allowed.. yes allowed… a 10 minute experience to wreck my frame of mind for at least a few hours, if not a few days.  After I started this habit, I found myself to be happier, and less frustrated in the long run.  Unfortunately, I am still human and those hurts from 20 years ago will overlap current frustrations and I will get lost for a bit, but I eventually come back around.

The thought then today is a post I saw last week:  For every minute of anger we feel, we lose hours off our lives.  In exchange, every minute of laughter that we feel adds days to our health.  Not a bad outcome if we choose the right path.

Til tomorrow, good morning, or good night wherever you are.  Talk to you again soon.

Carroll College – February 2, 1989 – 4:30 something in the morning…

Carroll College in Helena February 1st was a bitterly cold, and windy day.  To my understanding, we were the last school to close in the state as the temperatures were -35, roughly -70 with wind chill.  Though many of our cars were froze up (yup, real technical there, I know) I among others, still wondered between the student union… ok, St. Als for those who know the campus… and my dorm.  By 11pm I was back in my room ready to enjoy a late wake up as no alarm was needed.

And then it happened.  I woke up at 4:30… ish for no rhyme or reason.  I sleep like the dead.. ok… used to… and with lights from the parking lot, and power on in my room, I saw no reason for being awake.  I turned back to face the wall, buried myself into the covers, and just as I relaxed I heard a loud explosive sound and my room lit up from outside.  I sat up turning to the window just in time for my window to blow in with a second explosion as my curtains followed suit and started flapping against the ceiling.  I screamed like a girl.. ok .. so I am one.. but I have never done that before… and dove under cover to keep from being hit by glass pieces or anything else sent my way.  The concussive blow of the explosion seemed to last forever, but I am sure it was seconds.  Those of you who have been through something similar can relate time more readily.  I bounced from… “It’s a nuclear bomb!.. Why’s Russia attacking now… No wait.. I am not dust…” to various other confusing thoughts that went on until the room quieted down.  The moment my curtains returned to their ‘normal’ position, I was up and out of the room barely touching the floor and slamming the door behind me.


So now you know the story.. except the source of it.  A train had rolled down iced rails unattended and slammed into another engine below the college.  Needless to say, I hate the concept of trains, or traveling by train, and especially being near the tracks when a train comes by.  I am working on breaking the panic down by being there for photos, or simply driving, as well as living within 3 blocks from the tracks. Some days it works, and others I question my wisdom on every level.


This is my 1 true moment that has created an altered view of my days that can turn my peace into panic at a moment’s notice.  While it in no way compares, it is my 1 connection to the emotions and events that I connected with in my research to make a difference in those who suffer from PTS, TBI, or any other stress induced emotions.


Good morning, or good night wherever you are.  Talk to you again soon.





…. hmmm… gotta come up with a bacon salutation huh… ideas?

Thoughts of the Preoccupied Mind

Misfits and mishaps.  Tried umpteen different ways to be up and posted on Memorial Day… especially after watching Honor Flight… but alas, drama happened instead.  So here we are, a day later and a few thoughts colliding all in 1 fell swoop.  The main idea that struck me as I watched the show was their tagline.  “Every day is a bonus.”

So for this time around… I will leave you simply with that thought – for every day IS a bonus.


Good morning, or good night wherever you are.  Talk to you again soon.