Some where, some how, someone stole my joy this weekend. It could have been on Friday when I found out my principal (that I love and work well with)is retiring. Any of you that have ever worked in education realize-you are only as effective as you principal-and as a Nurse-I particularly rely on a principal for backup and support.

It might have happened on Saturday when I had to talk to my daughter about financial aid for the college. She won a Texas Scholar Award. This means that because of her grades and class ranking, she would get a scholarship worth several thousand dollars a year at a Texas school. That scholarship plus the money we have saved up would cover the total cost of her education in Texas. But she has her heart set on Cal Arts.

Maybe I lost my joy when her dad said he would co-sigh a loan for her but she and I turned varying shades of white when he started pressuring her to sign this loan for 90K. I told her that such a thing was fool hardy. I totally loathe her dad for the lazy, sponging leech he is. He had ruined his live and he now seems hell bent to ruin hers. His dad worked TWO jobs and so did his mom so this lazy scum could go to college. His mom worked as a housekeeper so this jerk could end up with his precious degree, living at her house, sponging off of her (his degree is in petroleum land management, he also has a Real Estate Brokers license, and a few other credentials). Frankly, the umbilical cord should have been cut 25 years ago-but that is his Mom's problem. I had to spend the weekend helping my daughter understand the finances. I am still about ready to kill him over the fact that she has NO senior picture or invitation to graduation. My friends and relatives are asking questions as they want to help/visit for graduation. I will try to help as best I can, but there will come a point where I will have to wash my hands of this mess. I am fast loosing patience, humour and joy.

Or maybe my joy was take when I saw a beautiful filly run her heart out. I don't wager-but I go to horse races just to watch them run. It is truly a moment of divine beauty and grace. The tragic ending just broke my heart. If anything will bring about padded tracks-0this surely will-there just is no reason not to protect these athletes. The fact that they cannot communicate with us makes it all the more imperative that we do all in our power to protect them.

And just when I thought I might get a little bit of joy back this morning....this saggy assed, geriatric no account, screw up of an eCONomist that kept repeating that there was there was some froth in the housing market, there was no recession, I didn't understand the exotic financing, I think we have a 50-50 chance of going into a recession is now telling me we have an awfully pale recession?????? Jesus Christ on a pogo stick what is next----A LIGHT DEPRESSION.
As some of the Texas Ol Timers would say-it's too late now he's done ripped his drawers.

I hope you all have a good week. I'm going to be working hard this week to get my joy back.

Happy hunting and watch out for the bears.