Why I am amazing

You know, that sounds like the most pompous, arrogant, narcissistic subject for a blog post.

But I have had an irritating, disappointing, frustrating month and I can either whine like a three year old or I can try to do something positive.

I choose the latter. I am going to explain how this crappy month proves how amazing I am. I will be somewhat brief. Then you will be returned to your regularly scheduled programming.

A few weeks ago, the office issued me a new computer, which has been a pain in the butt to master. But I am mastering it, one day at a time. At the same time, I was put into a week long intensive Sharepoint system course, while having to simultaneously put together the very complex regular school district newsletter. Of course, this all had to be handled while preparing for Sweetie's and my anniversary. There have been night meetings in the district virtually every day since mid-April. I am tired as hell. And it is allergy month.

Yet, I have not gone insane. I have kept the grass mowed. I have met all my deadlines. I planned a special anniversary event and thus have not had to sleep on the couch. And I have even posted, albeit sporadically, to this blog. I have also correctly spelled simultaneously and sporadically, without resorting to Spellcheck.

So I am intelligent. Hard-working. Flexible. Dedicated. And blessed in many ways.

And that is enough of that.