A New Month, A New Theme


I kind of fizzled out halfway through August on my NaBloPoMo effort. No particular reason why, I just quit writing. I could make excuses – work was a bear, I was tired, I was busy, the cat scratched my eye, I was lazy (all of which are true), but I won’t.  Because most of those things (with the exception of the cat scratching my eye) were true when I was posting everyday. So, I just didn’t post. No excuses.

I’m going to try again for September…the key word is try. Maybe I’ll make it further than August, maybe I won’t. Who knows. Only time will tell.

Now on to September’s NaBloPoMo:

The theme this month is Lessons, and today’s prompt is: It’s back-to-school time: do you love the start of school or dread it?

It’s kind of a mixed bag for me. Personally, I don’t have kids, so the start of school doesn’t have an effect on me that way. However, I work at a school, so the start of school means the start of my job (I’m on basically the same schedule as the students – I get summers off, although I start back a few weeks before the students do).  I do like the start of school, during  registration and that first day back with students. Seeing how students have changed over the summer, seeing who’s back and who’s not. Now that we’re in our 5th week (we started July 30), the start of school is a distant memory and I’m looking forward to the start of break.

Beth VanHoose

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Monday, Monday

My answer to today’s NaBloPoMo prompt is one word: yes. The prompt is Do you believe knowledge is power?

I could stop today’s entry there, since I’ve answered the question, but I won’t. I’ll ramble. You’ll probably be bored. But, I’ll ramble anyway.

The weekend was hectic. We didn’t really do anything super productive, but it was still busy. We both have to buy nicer clothes for work (as opposed to the jeans and tops I’ve been wearing, and his tshirts for working on the train), so we went out on a search for clothes. There aren’t many places to search in town, so it didn’t take long. After shopping, we had lunch, stopped at the music/book/movie store, and then headed home. Spent the rest of the day doing nothing. We did watch (on TV) the Kansas City Chiefs (!!!!) beat the Arizona Cardinals in the pre-season game Saturday night.

Sunday was our typical fun-filled day of breakfast with the father-in-law, and a trip to Wally World. After Wally World, hubby’s boss called (from out of town) to ask if hubby would help his (bosses’)  wife replace the battery in their truck, as she was stuck at home up the mountain without transportation. I stayed home while he went to help, and I repotted 4 plants and ran the vacuum. My housecleaning is done for the week. LOL.

How was your weekend?

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Today’s prompt: Are you annoyed by what you don’t know, or do you like a good mystery? I really don’t have much to say about today’s prompt. I don’t get annoyed by what I don’t know. I know there are things I don’t know. If I don’t know something, I learn about it.

So, since that’s all I have to say about that, I’ll talk about other things. Boring things. My day. My week. My weekend plans.

We’re almost to the end of the second full week of school. Did I mention that I work at a high school? Not as a teacher. In the office.

Anyway, it’s been a rough week. Work (school?) has been going ok.  Just plugging along and trying to keep my head above water. It’s been a busy week too. Seems like I’ve had something going on every night after working all day. Some social, some not.

Also had a physical therapy session today. Sucked. Hurt. Several months ago, I twisted my ankle for like  the fourth time in 8 years. This time, it didn’t stop hurting. So, I went to an orthopedist. Sprained,  yes, but also torn Achilles tendon. Awesome. He sent me to PT. PT evaluation also discovered pulled hamstring. More awesome. Therapist today did this torture thing to my leg where she scraped my muscles in my leg and ankle to find what she called “crunchy” spots – areas where scar tissue has formed under my skin around tendons and ligaments. I have four “crunchy” spots. Finding them hurt like hell. My ankle hadn’t felt that bad today before I went to PT. After, well, yeah. Hurt.

She also put some weird, magic, voodoo tape on both sides of my ankle. Fashionable hot pink. Hurt less. Go back in a week.

Other things this week after work:

  1. visited a friend who just retired and is going to travel around the country in a motor home with her sister. Motor home is awesome. I could live in it. It’s nothing like the motor home my parents got when my dad retired. That was a motor home. My friend’s is a MOTOR HOME!
  2. Helped another friend take her dog to the vet. The dog is a sweetheart, a blind, diabetic Irish Setter. Buddy, the dog, wants to sit in your lap when you’re driving if there’s no one else in the car with him, and it’s rather hard to drive with an Irish Setter in your lap. So, I drive and she holds Buddy when he has to go to the vet.
  3. Meetings, meeting and more meetings

Not sure what the plans are for the weekend. House cleaning is always an option. It’s becoming a necessity, but I hate to spend time on the weekends cleaning house when I’d rather spend the time with my family. My youngest and his girlfriend are thinking about taking her kids to a water park Saturday and have asked us to go. I haven’t been to a water park in probably 15 years. I’m not sure hubby’s ever been to one. Might be fun. We’ll see how the old folks (us) feel when Saturday rolls around. Sunday is our weekly breakfast with the father-in-law, shopping and laundry.

I lead such an exciting life.

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Santa Claus

I was exhausted yesterday when I got home from work, so I didn’t write on Wednesday’s NaBloPoMo prompt. So, I’m writing on it today. I’m a rebel.

Wednesday’s prompt: What was something you once believe was true but now you know is false? How did you feel when you learned the facts?

Santa Claus. I’d venture to guess that most of us believed in Santa Claus, or similar, when we were children. And, at some point, we learned that Santa Claus was a figurehead, that in reality, the jolly fat man who left presents for us on Christmas was really our parents.

I discovered that Santa Claus didn’t exist on my 6th Christmas. My family would go out to dinner and the Christmas Eve service at church. When we got home, we’d put out cookies and milk for Santa, and my brothers and I would head to bed with visions of sugarplums dancing in our heads. My older brother was 13 years older than I was, and he’d quit believing in Santa long before I was even born, but he played along with the charade for my little brother’s and my sake.

While we were sleeping, “Santa” hauled presents out from hiding places and put them under the Christmas tree, so that my brothers and I would see them the next morning.  Rising early, my little brother and I scampered down the stairs to find a heaping mound of presents left by Santa! It was glorious!

Crawling under the tree, scrabbling through the gifts, there was one for Jeff, one for Bob, another one for Jeff, Jeff, Bob, Jeff, Bob, Bob, Bob, Jeff…… Hey, wait! There aren’t any for me!

By this time, I’m crying, yelling, asking why I didn’t get any presents. I hadn’t been a bad girl. Really. I’d been good all year. Well, except for that time……. But, I digress.

Mom and dad are looking at each other, asking silent questions…Where did you hide her presents? Didn’t you get them? I thought YOU got them.

When mom was doing Santa’s wrapping earlier on Christmas Eve, she’d put my packages in a plastic garbage bag and hidden the bag in the shower. Both my parents had forgotten about it, so they didn’t get put under the tree. I think they tried to get me to believe that Santa had needed a shower and he put my presents in plastic bag so they wouldn’t get wet, and he forgot about the bag.

Yeah, sure, whatever you say.

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Just the facts ma’am, with a little heart thrown in

Do you have to have hard-cold facts to believe something, or do you just know with your heart?

Both. Depending on the subject or situation.

l’m a pretty good judge of character, and can usually determine whether or not I like someone the first time I meet them. I generally don’t know any facts about them, and base my opinions solely on the feelings, or vibe, I get upon that first meeting, and I’m usually right.  Of course, I don’t always heed those first feelings, and later learn facts that reinforce my original beliefs, and then I have to go through the inconvenience of righting my wrongs. Case in point is my first marriage. I knew getting married to my ex was a huge mistake, but I did it anyway. Call it woman’s intuition, gut instinct, whatever. All my warning bells told me it was the wrong thing to do, but I didn’t listen. After gathering facts, 13 years of research, I knew I had done a very stupid thing, and beat myself up for not listening to my instincts when I had the chance.  So, I had to go through the inconvenience of righting my wrong and got a divorce. Largely because of that huge lapse in judgement, I always trust my instincts now.

Of course, there times when facts are necessary.  I spent many, many years working in an industry where facts were the lifeblood of our daily work. I cyan’t do the job I have now properly without knowing all the facts about situations.

Anyone can believe in something if presented with the facts, but I’ve discovered that not everyone believes with their heart.



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What are three things you know 100% to be true?

I thought about this topic for a long time before I decided what to write. I wasn’t sure what direction I wanted to take with this post. I could take the easy way out, listing obvious things that I know to be 100% true, such as the sun is hot or the grass is green. Or, I could be personal, listing things like I know  100% that I love my family.

After much thought, here is my list of three things I know 100% to be true:

  1. I am blessed. I’m married to my best friend. I have wonderful step-sons, grandchildren and fur kids. I have a great, albeit frustrating at times, job. I have awesome friends. I love where I live. I love life.
  2. When one door closes, another one opens. This may be cliche, but it is true. It’s happened to me many times, primarily in jobs and relationships.
  3. I’m not perfect. Shocking, I know, but true. There is always room for improvement.

What are three things you know to be true?

Beth VanHoose


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