Little shawty's fire burnin' on the dance floor...

Tomorrow starts the last week of school!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have no idea what I'm supposed to do with these kids for the last few days - apparently everyone else is collecting books on Monday. So what happens to the rest of the week? I don't know...

So I'm going to sit here with a snake around my neck, drink this nice cold beer in my hand, and not worry too much about it. That's all. :)

Matthew 6:34 - "Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own."

Today, my trouble shall be to decide whether to dig into the big pot of chili I just made right now, or wait until Sara and Brian get back from premarital counselling and eat with them, 'cause we're a family. Decisions, decisions.....

I love all of you who read this. All of you. With all of me. :) Love love love love

Kiss me through the phone

Because, no, Dave, I'm never out of song titles. No. Never. I'll even stoop to Soulja Boy if I have to, but I will never be without a title again!

A quick one, but I wanted to announce, officially, that I was offered a contract to stay and teach at Roseland, and last week I signed it and turned it in, so, Lord willing, I'll be back to get my butt whipped some more next year!

I'm pretty sure that I'll be whipping lots more butt than receiving whippings, though.

Because I'm told that's how teaching works.

If people were lying to me, oooooooooo, I'ma be piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiissed...

But I'm sure they weren't. So Roseland, prepare to be rocked next year. Word.