And a dog named Murphy! That's my basset hound in the picture that's not the one with the wine bottle, and he's wanting the piece of steak that you see in the picture with the wine bottle. He didn't get it -- that steak was too good. It was a recipe found on epicurious.com and prepared by my husband, who is really getting into this cooking thing. He served it with the lovely bottle of Rhone wine that you see in the picture that's not the one with the dog in it, and we both enjoyed it thoroughly. Let's see, . . . that was Sunday night and I felt like I was more or less getting over the cold that I was CERTAIN I had on Saturday night. Saturday was the end of the ALA Regional Convention, and I was absolutely wiped out. It was a fun and educational convention, though. I learned a lot, as I always do, was able to center myself (I am NOT crazy; all of the other administrators are going through exactly the same things I'm going through), and had a good time with my peers, who are also my friends.
I'm going backwards with my week, as you can tell. On Friday we had seminars all day, beginning at 8 a.m. and ending at 5 p.m. I learned about employment law, social media in the workplace, and a few other things that are a bit of a blur right now but I have the handouts and my notes. After the seminars, three busloads of administrators from Texas, Oklahoma, Louisiana, New Mexico and Utah (Region 4) went to the State Fair of Texas.
I love the State Fair. I love the sights, the sounds, and most of all I love the junk food. It was my pleasure to escort three people around the Fair who had never eaten Fair food. We each had a corny dog, a Charburger, a funnel cake, and caramel apple. That's the TAME stuff. We passed on fried butter, fried Snickers, fried Frito pie (though I heard that was pretty good), fried alligator, fried Coke, and fried beer. We got there too late for the Pig Races, alas, but I'll manage to live with the disappointment somehow.
Friday was the full day of seminars, but Thursday night was the welcome reception, with food, drinks, music and dancing to music from the 60's to the 90's. I think I dance really well after a few glasses of champagne, or at least I really don't care what I look like on the dance floor at that point. Either way!
Hot and tired of dancing, the Dallas group went down by the hotel's swimming pool and relaxed and talked. I suggested that we all take off our shoes and stand in the pool for a group picture, but no one was sure how deep the pool was. It didn't look THAT deep.
I really should learn to look more closely at signs, like the depth tile on the pool, but "Cautious," according to the personality analysis I did during one of Saturday's seminars, is one of the BOTTOM 3 personality traits of yours truly.
I jumped in.
The depth at that point (according to the tile that was now in front of me and corroborated by the height of the water) was 4 1/2 feet, a little deeper than I'd reckoned on.
However, the water was deliciously cool and felt great, so I didn't mind, and I was headed straight home anyway. To quote a rather nice song: "What's the point of life if Risk is just a board game?"
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