I had never even heard of Jackson County when I graduated college. But as I began to look for jobs, knowing I wanted to remain in Athens, KNOWING I didn’t want to teach in Clarke County, I printed off a map and started mailing resumes. And I ended up at West Jackson Intermediate School in
I’m about to make your holiday heart grow 2 sizes, just like the Grinch. I have a couple of Christmas season must-haves for you. And let me emphasize that I gain not a one thing if y’all get this stuff. What do you think this is? Home Shopping Blog? Nope. Just telling you some things
#1- I wake up on school mornings at 5:30am. #2- I was unable to fall asleep last night. The last clock check was 4:15am. You read right. One hour and fifteen minutes before wake up time. I take longer naps than that on a normal basis. And just to put the whole experience in perspective,
Today I celebrate two awesome women. My mama Pamela S. Downs Proprietor. (That’s a little name she has inherited since she opened the tea shop. She will tell you it is “President” not Proprietor, but Proprietor is funnier. So go with it.) While we are on the subject, ye old tea shop is closing it’s
It’s official. As of today, I have been alive 10,000 days. It’s a very strange thought. I have known that Bebo Norman lyric (in the title) for years. I have a very vivid memory of singing that song as a sophomore in college driving down College Station Road at UGA. 7 years ago. Roughly 2,500
When I finished blogging yesterday, I planned on going to bed early in order to get up early to shop. Little did I know how my evening, and morning, would turn out…. 8:45pm- Marie Claire calls and says, “Hey, wanna go to the 400 outlets tonight? They open at midnight with huge sales.” I consider
For as long as I can remember [exaggeration], I have made a list on Thanksgiving of the things that I am grateful for. This may be surprising to you, but I’m pretty sure it’s a common occurrence on this holiday. I mean, it’s called THANKSgiving. Give some thanks, yo. But I decided to switch it
There’s two ways this post can go today: serious and not. I think since tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and we know that will be reflective and narcissistic, today we’ll go funny. And it will be short. You have been a real trouper through these last two long posts. Though I agree with what you are thinking-
I’ll pick up right where I left off. Because I know you would never settle for less. The “Phil Line Incident 07” ends and Liz and I head back to join the group. Though I do enjoy David Crowder Band, I felt like the highlight of the evening was over. I got what I paid
Let’s back it up, pups. [I’m not really calling you a dog, just rhyming.] Anyways, I will begin with this. One complaint. The Tabernacle sells too many tickets. And standing up for 2 1/2 hours just isn’t the good time that it used to be. And by “used to be” I mean “never was”. The
