1. The picture above is from the Jingle Bell Jog back in December. A friend of mine runs this race in memory of a loved one who passed away due to Alzheimer's. It's a wonderful race! My time this year was 26:45. I barely made it to start due to a school function, but I was there and even made it across the finish line with a gift. There are gift stations along the course. If you can make it across the finish line with your gift, you get to keep it. The catch? They are wrapped, so you have no idea what you are getting when you grab a gift. I got a Rubix cube, but traded it with my friend Sarah:) for a set of Disney Princesses dominos for my niece Karrah. Overall, a good race. And the prizes for age groups were adorable! I got first in my age group and the prize was a hand carved ornament with Al, the Jingle Bell Jog signature reindeer. And I just realized that in this picture, I'm carrying my Garmin in my hand. My watchband broke and I hadn't had time to fix it. I had a perfectly new watchband at home, just hadn't taken the time to do anything about it.
2. I am a guidance counselor at a middle school in the city in which I live. I taught music for eight years and this is my first year as a guidance counselor and I love it! More than anything, I love seeing students that I once had at the elementary level growing into wonderful young men and young ladies. It makes my heart happy to see them grow into well-rounded individuals. I received an email from a former parent today. Her daughter is now a sophomore in high school. The high school is having an intersession week in February and the students were given several options. One of the options given to them was to shadow a teacher for that week. She chose me! I love knowing and hearing that I'm doing a good job from my superiors, but it means so much more to me that one of my former students wants to shadow ME because she thinks I'm a wonderful teacher! What a compliment!
3. My dog, Jack, cracks me up! As I sit here writing this post, my husband is in the recliner. His feet are hanging off the foot rest and my dog is strategically placing his butt up against my husband's feet. It's a nightly habit for Jack (named after the most prominent golfer of all time). It's like he automatically thinks that if he pushes his butt up against your feet that you will naturally start rubbing him with your feet. He honestly will stand there for an hour waiting for you to rub him on the butt.
Great time on the run! What an honor to have a former student chose to shadow you. That must mean a lot!
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