First off, I'm assuming this is after taxes.
1. Hire an accountant.
2. Pay off my debts.
3. Replace both cars.
4. Have my teeth fixed.
5. Move to another part of the city.
6. Open a trust account for Jim.
7. Open an IRA for myself.
8. Donate 10% to Austin Restoration Ministries. (A program for homeless & at risk individuals.)
9. Then I might actually take a proper vacation.
|Why didn't anybody tell me that menopause is just as unpredictable and annoying as puberty!|
Why? Why? Why?
That is all.
My mother knew she wanted to be a nurse since she wa 3 years old. She couldn't understand how anyone could not know what they wanted to do as an adult. Naturally she wanted at least one of her 4 children to work in the medical field. She was sorely disappointed there.
When I was a sophmore in high school, someone said, "If you want to take an easy course, take bookkeeping." I did and LOVED it! (My father was a microwave engineer and readily understood my love for numbers.) I went on to take every accounting course offered at my college. With minor forays into retail, I've been a bookkeeper ever since. I'm currently doing forensic accounting for a federal agency.
Sadly, my mother passed away February 2007, the year that Jim started Massage Therapy school. I know she would be pleased that her grandson is continuing in the medical field.
Forget "new" subjects, how about getting back to basics and actually teaching the old ones. Reading, writing, and arithmetic. It is appalling how many young people can't read beyond their cell phones, can't write without reverting to text-speak, and can't add without a calculator.
And have teachers pay linked directly with their students' performance. If the students are failing, don't blame society / environment / *insert excuse of the year here.*
Oh, yeah, and while were at it, let's drop Affirmative Action and No Child Left Behind. All that does is reward the underachievers and punishes the good students. If your child hasn't earned the grades necessary to move on to the next grade level, then hold them back a year. That's what I did with my son in the 7th grade, much to the bewilderment of the school councilors, I might add! My son tells me, looking back, that it was the best thing I could have done for him at the time. It allowed him to focus more on what he'd had difficulties with the previous go-around.
And somehow, I still ended up being a "Cool Mom." Go figure.
EDIT: One more thing. Those individuals advocating "Tolerance 101" might want to look up the definition of tolerance sometime. It does not mean spewing hateful, vile insults and obscenities at everyone who does not agree with your point of view.
In a gigantic leap of faith, I pulled up stakes and moved to Austin, Texas from Buffalo, New York. Having never lived there. Knowing absolutely no one there. Knowing nothing about the area I was moving to.
Was it a positive thing? Absolutely.
Would I do it again? In a heartbeat. I am supposed to be here.
The Bible is very clear on this. The Almighty is in control of the universe, however, He has given us the greatest gift He can bestow. The freedom of choice. We can choose to include Him in the forming of our destiny, or we can choose to exclude Him and "go it alone." While the latter choice grieves Him in ways we could never understand, He does not interfere with our decision.
I hear people saying all the time that they prayed for something and "God didn't answer me." When asked what they expected the answer to be, they often can't reply beyond "something." My sister's roommate, L, told her that she didn't think God answered prayers, and my sister counterd, "Yes he does. He sent you to me." This has become even more clear as L's marriage and health started failing at the same time. Now the marriage is over and she is completely disabled, living in another state, and relying solely on my sister.
I just left this comment on another person's LJ, but it speaks to this very question:
It is incidents such as these that make me wonder how anyone can possible believe there is no God. They focus on the "rules" while ignoring His lovingkindness. I pity them for they miss so many blessings.
My mother never understood why I, of her four children, always seemed to have a hard time at life. Be it my job, my relationships, divorce, single parenthood, or just keeping my head above water. It wasn't until I was the only one left in town to look after her (and my father) that she came to realize that these very struggles had made me strong. Instead of me leaning on her, she was now leaning on me.But God heals and restores brokenness, when we let Him.
I could not agree more. The miracle happens when he fits those broken pieces together with those of another thereby healing and strengthening both.