So it goes without saying that I'm hooked on you.

I love teaching kindergarten because sometimes you ask for "text to self connections" after reading 'The Giving Tree' and one will say "Ya know, I have a friend that moved away and every time I see her she gets bigger and bigger just like the boy in the book!"  And it will fill you with a pure and innocent joy unrivaled in any other profession.  And then the next kid will say "Ya, well the tree is green, right?  Well remember that day we ate all that green stuff in school?  When I got home I threw it all up in my neighbors driveway..."

So there's that.

Goodness these past few months have flown by before I've really had a chance to get my pants on.  Is that a thing people say?  

Let's see, let's see... updates:  

I have become a dog owner. 

little Luna

And it is thrilling and precious and wonderful... but one of us-and I won't say which-just peed on my bed.  So, I suppose this moment could be described as a valley in a series of PEE-ks (see what I did there?)

And after my parents fell in love with Luna, they decided that they needed a dog, too:

Hello, little Dobby.

I've decided that all future Granger family pets must have Harry Potter names.  Fortunately, J.K. Rowling has provided us with a Gringotts-vault-sized wealth of perfect pet names, so...

And furthermore, my roommate caught the puppy fever and is now the proud owner of a two month old cockapoo, Pele.  However, he lacks every bit of the grace/athleticism/understanding-of-gravity afforded his soccer-playing namesake.

Living the big sister life.

It is INSANE to me that I spent my entire life in literal YEARNING for a dog, and in under a month there are exactly THREE tiny squiggly balls of puppy joy in my life.  I don't hate it, but nine-year-old me is indignant as fuck.

In professional terms, I'm moving to third grade next year.  There's another new teacher moving to the same grade level, and I have a GIANT class of 30+ students.  I'm jazzed about it (or at least telling myself that I am), but I am going to miss kindergarten like WHOA.  And I can't believe I only have three days left with my nuggets.

Dream job.

I've been feeling like I need to DO something.  I got stuck in my job for a while, so absorbed in literacy and standardized testing that I forgot to educate myself in, you know, THE WORLD.  Like, casually had to google the situation in Turkey after a conversation the other nigh.  I want to give a little back to this world that's given me so much, but I'm not sure where to start.  I'm not accepting the excuse that my student loans are crippling (though they are), because I know I don't need to fly across the world to give to those in need.  (BUT OH PLEASE I'D LOVE TO!)  In fact, I know my own community is the best place to start.  

So I've covered dogs, work & the restlessness of my privileged soul.  Romance?  Well, let me get back to you on that...

I love storms, 

and I'd love for you to come kiss me in this one.