So much has changed since April 26. For one, I can say that at least for the time being (for the first time since December 2008), I don't have bridesmaid duties hanging over my head. For two, I can officially announce that I'm job searching again. I've been looking since March, but I got official word that there wasn't any funding to continue paying my paycheck, so my last day was last Thursday (I took advantage of the Memorial Day holiday and comp days for the remainder of May). I'm trying to apply for unemployment, but it appears that you have to follow the Department of Labor and Workforce Development's schedule to even apply online. For three, I'm also getting to deal with the aftermath of April 27's weather, since it dinged up my car pretty bad. I have to wait until October (yes- OCTOBER) to get my car fixed. Fingers crossed that I don't get pulled over for my taillight being out, since that got fried with the hail, and again, can't get an appointment until October.
Things that I've learned since April 26- don't take anything for granted. People seem determined to prove me wrong every step of the way this year. And when you cheer to "good riddance" at New Year's, be specific. Otherwise, you lose a lot more than you figure.
I'll try to spare readers my impatient/ pessimistic thoughts about the job front.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Weather
I'll admit it. I'm slightly obsessed with weather. I've got it bookmarked on my computer, I've got the Weather Channel app, and I check these for more than just what's the temperature. I also actually check the Weather Channel home page- and actually read some of the articles.
I've never really been much of a fan of rain. And storms just scare me. But hurricanes and tornadoes? They fascinate me. Oh sure- they terrify me... but there's fascination there too.
Right after I graduated college, I went on a cruise with several of my classmates. Our last night on the boat, we were all feeling quite seasick after realizing the boat was significantly more choppy than we'd gotten used to. After we got off the boat, we discovered that we'd gone through part of a tropical storm. Surprise! But wait- I couldn't remember seeing anything about a tropical storm in the area before I left... but it had been a few days since I'd paid attention.
Then in graduate school, we had tornado watches and warnings far more often than I'd been used to (thanks flatter part of the state). During the Super Tuesday outbreak of 2008, one of my roommates had to wake us up after hearing the sirens on campus at 2am. Since we lived on the second floor, with only the model apartment below us, we couldn't bug our neighbors below us to shelter us. So, we did what we thought was safest, and huddled in the hallway with a big sheet of plywood by us, ready to get under the plywood if we heard the telltale sounds of a tornado in the area. One roommate left her tv on so that we were sure when we were out of danger. Of course, the news anchors were less than helpful, saying the oh so kind phrase, "Looks like everyone is out of danger... except those in" the town that we lived in. Awesome. That's just what you want to hear.
A year and 2 months later, another big tornado warning. This time, I'd gotten so used to tornado watches that I just kinda blew it off, and continued about with my day as I always had. Besides, you can't blow off a meeting with your practicum advisors because you're worried about a storm that may or may not happen. Well, as we were getting ready to leave our lunch meeting, I checked my phone and noticed the tornado warning texts. My practicum advisors, both from a local children's museum, felt like they would be safer back at the museum, where they could help gather guests. I decided I would feel safer at my home. So we run outside in the pouring rain, and I notice this big dark cloud in an oddly funnel-like shape. Never having seen a tornado in person, I was just about to get into my car and drive to my house (which was the same direction as the tornado), when my advisors yell, "That's a tornado! Get back here!"
While the tornado was going faster than I would have been (and had a head start), I still feel like they sort of saved my life by telling me not to get in my car. The tornado hit the neighborhood next to mine (half a mile from my house), as well as several other neighborhoods and businesses. And here, I'd watched it cross the intersection headed that direction. Of course, we had to wait out the storm at this restaurant, where the workers had no clue what to do in case of a tornado. Then we lost power. I made it home about 30-45 minutes later, calling my roommates frantically because none of them were home (they were all safe), and realized that we had no power at my house either. I have no idea how we had power when we returned home from a concert that evening at about 1am, but all I have to say is that the power company definitely had their work cut out for them all over the town. I found out the next day that it had been an EF-4 tornado.
The damage was amazing- it's exactly what is the worst thing about tornadoes. One side of the street will be demolished, and the other side looks like nothing happened.
Tomorrow's storms are already making me anxious- I can't tell you the number of times I've checked the Weather Channel's home page. We have a TOR:CON index of 6 (moderate possibility of a tornado), which is a BIG deal for where I live. Where I used to live? An 8... which means a high probability of a tornado.
Yup- Weather Channel will be an open tab all day tomorrow.
I've never really been much of a fan of rain. And storms just scare me. But hurricanes and tornadoes? They fascinate me. Oh sure- they terrify me... but there's fascination there too.
Right after I graduated college, I went on a cruise with several of my classmates. Our last night on the boat, we were all feeling quite seasick after realizing the boat was significantly more choppy than we'd gotten used to. After we got off the boat, we discovered that we'd gone through part of a tropical storm. Surprise! But wait- I couldn't remember seeing anything about a tropical storm in the area before I left... but it had been a few days since I'd paid attention.
Then in graduate school, we had tornado watches and warnings far more often than I'd been used to (thanks flatter part of the state). During the Super Tuesday outbreak of 2008, one of my roommates had to wake us up after hearing the sirens on campus at 2am. Since we lived on the second floor, with only the model apartment below us, we couldn't bug our neighbors below us to shelter us. So, we did what we thought was safest, and huddled in the hallway with a big sheet of plywood by us, ready to get under the plywood if we heard the telltale sounds of a tornado in the area. One roommate left her tv on so that we were sure when we were out of danger. Of course, the news anchors were less than helpful, saying the oh so kind phrase, "Looks like everyone is out of danger... except those in" the town that we lived in. Awesome. That's just what you want to hear.
A year and 2 months later, another big tornado warning. This time, I'd gotten so used to tornado watches that I just kinda blew it off, and continued about with my day as I always had. Besides, you can't blow off a meeting with your practicum advisors because you're worried about a storm that may or may not happen. Well, as we were getting ready to leave our lunch meeting, I checked my phone and noticed the tornado warning texts. My practicum advisors, both from a local children's museum, felt like they would be safer back at the museum, where they could help gather guests. I decided I would feel safer at my home. So we run outside in the pouring rain, and I notice this big dark cloud in an oddly funnel-like shape. Never having seen a tornado in person, I was just about to get into my car and drive to my house (which was the same direction as the tornado), when my advisors yell, "That's a tornado! Get back here!"
While the tornado was going faster than I would have been (and had a head start), I still feel like they sort of saved my life by telling me not to get in my car. The tornado hit the neighborhood next to mine (half a mile from my house), as well as several other neighborhoods and businesses. And here, I'd watched it cross the intersection headed that direction. Of course, we had to wait out the storm at this restaurant, where the workers had no clue what to do in case of a tornado. Then we lost power. I made it home about 30-45 minutes later, calling my roommates frantically because none of them were home (they were all safe), and realized that we had no power at my house either. I have no idea how we had power when we returned home from a concert that evening at about 1am, but all I have to say is that the power company definitely had their work cut out for them all over the town. I found out the next day that it had been an EF-4 tornado.
The damage was amazing- it's exactly what is the worst thing about tornadoes. One side of the street will be demolished, and the other side looks like nothing happened.
Tomorrow's storms are already making me anxious- I can't tell you the number of times I've checked the Weather Channel's home page. We have a TOR:CON index of 6 (moderate possibility of a tornado), which is a BIG deal for where I live. Where I used to live? An 8... which means a high probability of a tornado.
Yup- Weather Channel will be an open tab all day tomorrow.
Friday, March 25, 2011
I will find my way, I can go the distance
I love quotes. I think I've shared several here before. When I was thinking of what I was going to post here before I logged in, I had several in mind. And then I saw the quote I have in the corner: "Finding one's own peace is no small task." One of my former professors said that during a lecture, and it stuck with me... just like it's changed the direction of this post.
Not going to lie. Life has been rough lately (although to seem less pessimistic, I will point out that there have been several good moments also), so finding my peace has been next to impossible. We put my 16-year-old dog to sleep almost two months ago (the one I was worried we were going to have to put to sleep a year ago, so at least he had an extra year?) Around the same time, I found out that one of my great-uncles has stage 4 cancer in two places. A week later, my grandfather was taken to the hospital for mini-strokes (and then to a rehabilitation facility). He just returned this week, and it's the first I've seen him since he left town (he was out of town when the strokes happened). While all of this was happening, I was working 6-day weeks (with one exception- the weekend after putting my dog to sleep, I had off). That made it too difficult to go visit him out of state. To top it all off, there have been a few other insane stress situations that have wormed their way into my life (like when my car magically didn't want to start... thankfully it is still under warranty for 1500 more miles or until May, whichever comes first).
It was nice to get a break from everything for a little while. I was in a wedding (#4), and despite knowing only one person other than the bride before the wedding, left the wedding feeling like I'd made lots of friends (even if I won't see them again). Then I left the wedding, skipped returning home to go to the beach with family members. Definitely the best way to get out of the winter doldrums.
Now that I've returned home though, I have to come back to reality and really think through some decisions, which could mean major changes in my life. It's hard to find peace when so many things aren't up to you. [And now to end this with a quote:] However, "I will find my way, I can go the distance. I don't care how far, somehow I'll be strong. I know every mile will be worth my while, I would go most anywhere to find where I belong."
Not going to lie. Life has been rough lately (although to seem less pessimistic, I will point out that there have been several good moments also), so finding my peace has been next to impossible. We put my 16-year-old dog to sleep almost two months ago (the one I was worried we were going to have to put to sleep a year ago, so at least he had an extra year?) Around the same time, I found out that one of my great-uncles has stage 4 cancer in two places. A week later, my grandfather was taken to the hospital for mini-strokes (and then to a rehabilitation facility). He just returned this week, and it's the first I've seen him since he left town (he was out of town when the strokes happened). While all of this was happening, I was working 6-day weeks (with one exception- the weekend after putting my dog to sleep, I had off). That made it too difficult to go visit him out of state. To top it all off, there have been a few other insane stress situations that have wormed their way into my life (like when my car magically didn't want to start... thankfully it is still under warranty for 1500 more miles or until May, whichever comes first).
It was nice to get a break from everything for a little while. I was in a wedding (#4), and despite knowing only one person other than the bride before the wedding, left the wedding feeling like I'd made lots of friends (even if I won't see them again). Then I left the wedding, skipped returning home to go to the beach with family members. Definitely the best way to get out of the winter doldrums.
Now that I've returned home though, I have to come back to reality and really think through some decisions, which could mean major changes in my life. It's hard to find peace when so many things aren't up to you. [And now to end this with a quote:] However, "I will find my way, I can go the distance. I don't care how far, somehow I'll be strong. I know every mile will be worth my while, I would go most anywhere to find where I belong."
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Hello World
I remain convinced that God puts songs in my life for a reason. Frequently while I'm driving, songs will come on that just perfectly capture what I'm feeling, or need to feel, or need to hear.
This week, "Hello World" by Lady Antebellum seems to be coming on the radio (and I should note that I only turn to the country station when 3-4 other stations aren't playing what I want to hear) and on my iTunes shuffle at an alarming rate (note- the shuffle is out of an impressive number of songs too). The last verse leaves me stunned every time. And I just had to share it here.
This week, "Hello World" by Lady Antebellum seems to be coming on the radio (and I should note that I only turn to the country station when 3-4 other stations aren't playing what I want to hear) and on my iTunes shuffle at an alarming rate (note- the shuffle is out of an impressive number of songs too). The last verse leaves me stunned every time. And I just had to share it here.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
What do you do when you've been a bridesmaid 4 times?
After getting mad for the umpteenth time that The Knot's bridesmaid page is focused on making bridesmaids feel inadequate for not taking a month's vacation to help brides (I exaggerate, but seriously, I don't think they realize that bridesmaids don't always live in the same town as the bride), I decided to write a bridesmaid blog. I figured I had enough experience to share my opinions.
In similar news, using my bridesmaid experience, I've been helping my college roommate plan her wedding. It's sad that I know how long it takes to get bridesmaid dresses in, and how long it takes for bridal gown alterations, and so on and so forth, but I'm glad that it's helping someone!!
In similar news, using my bridesmaid experience, I've been helping my college roommate plan her wedding. It's sad that I know how long it takes to get bridesmaid dresses in, and how long it takes for bridal gown alterations, and so on and so forth, but I'm glad that it's helping someone!!
Monday, January 17, 2011
Family letters and a proposal to an "Unknown Friend"
I love reading old family letters. I even wrote two theses using family letters from WWII. But back to the subject at hand...
My great-great-aunt (possibly great-great-great?) Annie (Anna) received a letter in 1930 that my grandmother just showed me today. Aunt Annie never married, but apparently that didn't stop strangers from proposing to her. This man was looking for a "good wife" and Aunt Annie apparently came "highly recommended." As far as his qualities, he's home four nights a week, and can provide a 10-room house with gas and electric. Given that Aunt Annie never married, it makes me wonder if she laughed while reading this proposition as much as I did?
My great-great-aunt (possibly great-great-great?) Annie (Anna) received a letter in 1930 that my grandmother just showed me today. Aunt Annie never married, but apparently that didn't stop strangers from proposing to her. This man was looking for a "good wife" and Aunt Annie apparently came "highly recommended." As far as his qualities, he's home four nights a week, and can provide a 10-room house with gas and electric. Given that Aunt Annie never married, it makes me wonder if she laughed while reading this proposition as much as I did?
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Saturday, January 8, 2011
Some thoughts on 2010, 2011
I had a fun New Year's Eve with 2 of my oldest friends (with whom I have celebrated many recent NYEs) at First Night. We started the evening with dinner and toasting (since I wanted to be safe to drive after the ball dropped, we did our champagne toasts at about 7pm). Want to know what we toasted to? A happy new year, good riddance, our new year's resolutions (yeah, I'll spare myself the embarrassment of posting what my resolutions are), and so forth. So basically, lots of things to look forward too for 2011.
But speaking of "good riddance"... I've been attempting to fill collage picture frames all day. I found my high school and college graduation albums and started looking through them. Apparently I didn't get many pictures at HS graduation except with family and a few other people. College on the other hand... lots of pictures with friends (and again, family). I was a little shocked to realize how few of the people I was so close with in college I haven't spoken to in awhile. That place was home for four years, and those people were almost family... and yet we're coming up on 4 years since graduation (oh wow do I feel old) and I can safely say that at least half of those people I haven't spoken to since shortly after that date. Now, I am fully willing to take the blame for some. I haven't kept in contact the way I should have (and if you're reading this, I'm sorry). But then there's those other people... the ones that there are reasons why I haven't stayed in contact. Finding their pictures in that album wasn't so fun. I'm sure everyone has those... the ones that you seriously question whether you should toss them out of the album all together (and with technology the way it is, delete them from your computer memory too).
And yet, I can't bring myself to do it. I mean, several of those people are still in my phone memory. Friends with several on Facebook... though I don't know how much longer that will last. After all... if our friendship meant that little in real life, why pretend on the internet? But I'm just bringing up bad memories at this point.
For 2011, I'm hoping for a fresh start. As Jane Austen points out in Pride and Prejudice, "Think only of the past as its remembrance brings you pleasure." Easier said than done, but it's worth a shot. Good riddance to the bad, bring back the happy past!
And a happy new year to all!
But speaking of "good riddance"... I've been attempting to fill collage picture frames all day. I found my high school and college graduation albums and started looking through them. Apparently I didn't get many pictures at HS graduation except with family and a few other people. College on the other hand... lots of pictures with friends (and again, family). I was a little shocked to realize how few of the people I was so close with in college I haven't spoken to in awhile. That place was home for four years, and those people were almost family... and yet we're coming up on 4 years since graduation (oh wow do I feel old) and I can safely say that at least half of those people I haven't spoken to since shortly after that date. Now, I am fully willing to take the blame for some. I haven't kept in contact the way I should have (and if you're reading this, I'm sorry). But then there's those other people... the ones that there are reasons why I haven't stayed in contact. Finding their pictures in that album wasn't so fun. I'm sure everyone has those... the ones that you seriously question whether you should toss them out of the album all together (and with technology the way it is, delete them from your computer memory too).
And yet, I can't bring myself to do it. I mean, several of those people are still in my phone memory. Friends with several on Facebook... though I don't know how much longer that will last. After all... if our friendship meant that little in real life, why pretend on the internet? But I'm just bringing up bad memories at this point.
For 2011, I'm hoping for a fresh start. As Jane Austen points out in Pride and Prejudice, "Think only of the past as its remembrance brings you pleasure." Easier said than done, but it's worth a shot. Good riddance to the bad, bring back the happy past!
And a happy new year to all!
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Me vs. the Civil War
I'll be honest. I may have two history degrees under my belt, and I do really enjoy military history. But, I really don't like Civil War history (I dislike it as passionately as many people love it). Yes, it's important... I don't want to make it seem like it isn't.
But, the last time I really had to learn Civil War history was in 8th grade (I was a TA for the only other class that covered it, and given that I was grading, I don't count that- nor do I count projects for graduate school that were Civil War related). How do you make it through college as a history major without taking a class that covers the Civil War? Simple. My college required students to take 1 of 3 classes from "Group A": Colonial/ Revolutionary, 19th Century (Civil War), and Europe and the World in the 20th Century. I love World War II history, so I naturally chose the last option. I ended up eventually taking the Colonial/ Revolutionary class as well.
I think what bothers me the most about it are the fanatics (oh, I know... there are WWII fanatics as well, I just don't come in contact with them as much). With an issue as divisive as the Civil War is, everyone has a very specific idea of what the Civil War was about. Do you have any idea what I would give for 2 people to agree about what the Civil War was about? Let's look at how World War I was explained to me (oh thank you Dr. Berry): NIPA. Also known as Nationalism, Imperialism, Population Growth, Alliances.
World War II isn't much different... after World War I is over, the armistice creates a world which blames Germany for pretty much causing the war and forces Germany to pay reparations that can't possibly be paid off. Add to this a worldwide depression and other issues, plus some charismatic leaders with ideas of how to pull countries out of these awful situations (no matter how dark and dastardly) and you get World War II. Oh sure, I've simplified it, and I'm sure you can simplify the Civil War to this extent, but how many people are going to agree on that? You've got the South which is often so desperate to point out that the Civil War wasn't about slavery (I'll bite my tongue here), and then you've got the North so desperate to point out that they were pro-abolition (again, no comments), and both sides trying to point out inconsistencies with the other's argument.
What inspired this stream of consciousness about the Civil War was two articles posted by AASLH's Twitter feed. One was the New York Times, and one was an article from AASLH's magazine. The New York Times article made me sad about living in the South (something I typically am proud of, despite the history). Holding a Secession Ball? Having a mock- swearing in of Jefferson Davis? The words running through my mind are words that I wouldn't dream of speaking out loud (or typing here for everyone to see). It was bad enough holding a Centennial event at a segregated hotel. Folks, it's been 50 years, let's prove that we've learned something for the Sesquicentennial. Don't romanticize this. Tell both sides of the story. Think about how different communities might feel about these events. Yeah, it's going to take some effort. It's going to require thinking. But if I'm going to be dragged into learning more about the Civil War during the Sesquicentennial for my job, you need to step it up too for your events. Don't embarrass us all.
But, the last time I really had to learn Civil War history was in 8th grade (I was a TA for the only other class that covered it, and given that I was grading, I don't count that- nor do I count projects for graduate school that were Civil War related). How do you make it through college as a history major without taking a class that covers the Civil War? Simple. My college required students to take 1 of 3 classes from "Group A": Colonial/ Revolutionary, 19th Century (Civil War), and Europe and the World in the 20th Century. I love World War II history, so I naturally chose the last option. I ended up eventually taking the Colonial/ Revolutionary class as well.
I think what bothers me the most about it are the fanatics (oh, I know... there are WWII fanatics as well, I just don't come in contact with them as much). With an issue as divisive as the Civil War is, everyone has a very specific idea of what the Civil War was about. Do you have any idea what I would give for 2 people to agree about what the Civil War was about? Let's look at how World War I was explained to me (oh thank you Dr. Berry): NIPA. Also known as Nationalism, Imperialism, Population Growth, Alliances.
World War II isn't much different... after World War I is over, the armistice creates a world which blames Germany for pretty much causing the war and forces Germany to pay reparations that can't possibly be paid off. Add to this a worldwide depression and other issues, plus some charismatic leaders with ideas of how to pull countries out of these awful situations (no matter how dark and dastardly) and you get World War II. Oh sure, I've simplified it, and I'm sure you can simplify the Civil War to this extent, but how many people are going to agree on that? You've got the South which is often so desperate to point out that the Civil War wasn't about slavery (I'll bite my tongue here), and then you've got the North so desperate to point out that they were pro-abolition (again, no comments), and both sides trying to point out inconsistencies with the other's argument.
What inspired this stream of consciousness about the Civil War was two articles posted by AASLH's Twitter feed. One was the New York Times, and one was an article from AASLH's magazine. The New York Times article made me sad about living in the South (something I typically am proud of, despite the history). Holding a Secession Ball? Having a mock- swearing in of Jefferson Davis? The words running through my mind are words that I wouldn't dream of speaking out loud (or typing here for everyone to see). It was bad enough holding a Centennial event at a segregated hotel. Folks, it's been 50 years, let's prove that we've learned something for the Sesquicentennial. Don't romanticize this. Tell both sides of the story. Think about how different communities might feel about these events. Yeah, it's going to take some effort. It's going to require thinking. But if I'm going to be dragged into learning more about the Civil War during the Sesquicentennial for my job, you need to step it up too for your events. Don't embarrass us all.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
This is me swallowing my pride
Every now and then (ok, so probably 2/3 of the year), I'm hit by certain songs that have lines (or the entire lyrics) that hit just a little too close to home. Right now, I'm thinking it's probably my entire playlist. I'm going to be vague to protect myself (and maybe others), but I felt pushed to post it.
This is me swallowing my pride [standing in front of you] saying I'm sorry for that night...
Let's be honest. No matter how much I've thought about apologizing, I'm probably never going to (at least not to your face, which is why I bracketed the "standing in front of you" part). You deserved it awhile ago... no use in making things even more awkward now. But in my head, every time I hear this line/ song, I think of you and how I should have swallowed my own pride back then (and trusted you) and explained why I acted the way I did. Maybe then you would at least understand, and I would have made an attempt instead of running away from it. So this is your apology, even though you won't see this.
Take what you want, steal my pride/ Build me up or cut me down to size/ Shut me out but I'll just scream/ I'm only one voice in a million/ But you ain't taking that from me...
Why, oh why (oh whyo?) was this song not out 3 years ago? I could have used this one in my back pocket for moments when I should have stood up for myself. Ok, so it probably wouldn't have helped. I would have still been stomped all over which would have had the same domino effect for the past 3 years that I still deal with.
So far away from where you are/ I'm standing underneath the stars/ And I wish you were here.
I don't know who you are yet. I wish I did. I wish you were here though. But I'm guessing (hoping) that the wait is worth it all. Besides, I'm selfish and tired of dealing with questions of whether or not I'm bringing a date to events and when am I ever going to get married (I've gotten these questions multiple times- it's a little tiresome). I'll make a deal with you- I'll try to get out more, and maybe you can appear sometime soon?
Don't let your life forget to forgive what it has done,/ Don't let it take the love left inside you/ Let me comfort you...
I have a really difficult time forgetting certain things. If you ever see me randomly flinch... something has reminded me of a sore point in my life (I still occasionally flinch about middle school things). Crazy, I know, which is why I think I react so strongly to the first lyrics that I posted. I can't forget (and usually can't forgive) myself for some of the most ridiculous things. I should take these lyrics to heart more often.
Suffice it to say, we're leaving things unsaid.../ A hundred thousand words could not quite explain...
That's right. My blog title comes from lyrics. There's no way I could ever put in words the perfect explanation for why I feel the way that I do. Nor should I! Creates a bit of mystery about me, right? Sure, I should lower my walls more. I should forgive myself more and find some way to forget all the stupid stuff from the past. It's only making me too guarded. But until I figure all that out, it will all remain unsaid.
This is me swallowing my pride [standing in front of you] saying I'm sorry for that night...
Let's be honest. No matter how much I've thought about apologizing, I'm probably never going to (at least not to your face, which is why I bracketed the "standing in front of you" part). You deserved it awhile ago... no use in making things even more awkward now. But in my head, every time I hear this line/ song, I think of you and how I should have swallowed my own pride back then (and trusted you) and explained why I acted the way I did. Maybe then you would at least understand, and I would have made an attempt instead of running away from it. So this is your apology, even though you won't see this.
Take what you want, steal my pride/ Build me up or cut me down to size/ Shut me out but I'll just scream/ I'm only one voice in a million/ But you ain't taking that from me...
Why, oh why (oh whyo?) was this song not out 3 years ago? I could have used this one in my back pocket for moments when I should have stood up for myself. Ok, so it probably wouldn't have helped. I would have still been stomped all over which would have had the same domino effect for the past 3 years that I still deal with.
So far away from where you are/ I'm standing underneath the stars/ And I wish you were here.
I don't know who you are yet. I wish I did. I wish you were here though. But I'm guessing (hoping) that the wait is worth it all. Besides, I'm selfish and tired of dealing with questions of whether or not I'm bringing a date to events and when am I ever going to get married (I've gotten these questions multiple times- it's a little tiresome). I'll make a deal with you- I'll try to get out more, and maybe you can appear sometime soon?
Don't let your life forget to forgive what it has done,/ Don't let it take the love left inside you/ Let me comfort you...
I have a really difficult time forgetting certain things. If you ever see me randomly flinch... something has reminded me of a sore point in my life (I still occasionally flinch about middle school things). Crazy, I know, which is why I think I react so strongly to the first lyrics that I posted. I can't forget (and usually can't forgive) myself for some of the most ridiculous things. I should take these lyrics to heart more often.
Suffice it to say, we're leaving things unsaid.../ A hundred thousand words could not quite explain...
That's right. My blog title comes from lyrics. There's no way I could ever put in words the perfect explanation for why I feel the way that I do. Nor should I! Creates a bit of mystery about me, right? Sure, I should lower my walls more. I should forgive myself more and find some way to forget all the stupid stuff from the past. It's only making me too guarded. But until I figure all that out, it will all remain unsaid.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
It goes on and on and on and on...
It's been awhile since I've updated. Work has been crazy, working a fundraiser, a week's worth of ghost tours, and opening an exhibit all in the course of 3 weeks. I did manage to update the work blog though... so at least that's something.
This job has its very interesting moments. I've met some very interesting people throughout the way. As it was just pointed out to me, a year ago, I wouldn't have been able to imagine ever meeting in my life. Mayors, commissioners (state and local), state senators, former ambassadors, etc... who could have imagined that? I'm a dork, and I get excited by this though. Kinda reminds me about my geekout moment at Ft. Campbell when the soldier asked me if I wanted to ride in the big truck. "Are you serious?? I'd love to!!!"
Other than work, there's not much else to report on. I pretty much have only had time to eat, watch tv, and sleep at home! Preparing for lots of upcoming field trips coming through work, and several vacation/ comp days in December. It's no wonder I want November to just go ahead and speed through!!
This job has its very interesting moments. I've met some very interesting people throughout the way. As it was just pointed out to me, a year ago, I wouldn't have been able to imagine ever meeting in my life. Mayors, commissioners (state and local), state senators, former ambassadors, etc... who could have imagined that? I'm a dork, and I get excited by this though. Kinda reminds me about my geekout moment at Ft. Campbell when the soldier asked me if I wanted to ride in the big truck. "Are you serious?? I'd love to!!!"
Other than work, there's not much else to report on. I pretty much have only had time to eat, watch tv, and sleep at home! Preparing for lots of upcoming field trips coming through work, and several vacation/ comp days in December. It's no wonder I want November to just go ahead and speed through!!
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Cougar? Try again.
So, I'm always talking about my age and how it's an issue that I look so much younger. Well, I at least look old enough for an 18 year old boy to hit on me. No, I'm not proud of this.
I just went out to lunch with one of my best friends, her husband and two small children, and her husband's former student (a soon-to-be freshman at some college who played rugby for him). Now, let me explain that since I met her husband, he's been trying to set me up with just about anyone he can think of. This includes today, and this former student.
So Matt keeps joking that I could date this kid, and kid doesn't seem too opposed to it (naturally, I just roll my eyes and focus on my friend and the babies). And as Matt was leaving from lunch early with the kid, he tells me that he's going to give him my phone number (which thankfully Matt doesn't actually have). Kid then tells me that it's ok to be a cougar, and asks if I'm into younger men. I shake my head no (trying my hardest to not burst out laughing at the absurdity of this conversation), and then the kid says, "Oh, come on! Younger men have more stamina." I'm pleased to say that I made it into my car before I burst out laughing, despite all this.
Thanks kid, for making my week with that comment.
I just went out to lunch with one of my best friends, her husband and two small children, and her husband's former student (a soon-to-be freshman at some college who played rugby for him). Now, let me explain that since I met her husband, he's been trying to set me up with just about anyone he can think of. This includes today, and this former student.
So Matt keeps joking that I could date this kid, and kid doesn't seem too opposed to it (naturally, I just roll my eyes and focus on my friend and the babies). And as Matt was leaving from lunch early with the kid, he tells me that he's going to give him my phone number (which thankfully Matt doesn't actually have). Kid then tells me that it's ok to be a cougar, and asks if I'm into younger men. I shake my head no (trying my hardest to not burst out laughing at the absurdity of this conversation), and then the kid says, "Oh, come on! Younger men have more stamina." I'm pleased to say that I made it into my car before I burst out laughing, despite all this.
Thanks kid, for making my week with that comment.
Friday, August 27, 2010
Is this more than you bargained for yet?
Music likes to play games with my head.
About 3 times this week on my way home from work, I've heard "Sugar, We're Goin Down" by Fall Out Boy. First line is "Am I more than you bargained for yet?" and later it repeats with "Is this more than you bargained for yet?"
Well, today I figured out why it's intrigued me all week- because this week I've been asking myself that very question. There isn't one particular point from the week that I can say was particularly bad, but the week just drained me. This week isn't what I bargained for at all. I try to start one project and get pulled away to do a job that falls under the "and other duties as needed" part of my job description. I work on that for awhile, start another job that falls under my actual job duties, only to be pulled away again. I come back, stare at the computer trying to figure out what on earth I should be doing, and then the next thing happens. On top of all this, we gave 3 tours between Tuesday and Thursday, and today, when our intern had to go home sick with a bad cold and the director and I had to cover the afternoon tours, we gave 5. Thankfully, she was wonderful enough to give one tour before leaving, then I gave 2 in a row, then came back from the 2nd tour to discover another one ready to start the next tour. On top of being nice enough to give that tour so that I could eat lunch (at 2pm), the director also had a sweet tea waiting on me (without asking if I wanted one). Yes, I am a strong believer that sweet tea makes life a little better. I gave one more tour after that one. Overall the tours went well- I'm getting more confident in giving it, and I'm learning things while on the tours (on more than one occasion, a visitor has told me something about an object that I knew nothing about).
This week was more than I bargained for, but I'm going to try again next week- see if I can't figure out a way to surge past this feeling.
About 3 times this week on my way home from work, I've heard "Sugar, We're Goin Down" by Fall Out Boy. First line is "Am I more than you bargained for yet?" and later it repeats with "Is this more than you bargained for yet?"
Well, today I figured out why it's intrigued me all week- because this week I've been asking myself that very question. There isn't one particular point from the week that I can say was particularly bad, but the week just drained me. This week isn't what I bargained for at all. I try to start one project and get pulled away to do a job that falls under the "and other duties as needed" part of my job description. I work on that for awhile, start another job that falls under my actual job duties, only to be pulled away again. I come back, stare at the computer trying to figure out what on earth I should be doing, and then the next thing happens. On top of all this, we gave 3 tours between Tuesday and Thursday, and today, when our intern had to go home sick with a bad cold and the director and I had to cover the afternoon tours, we gave 5. Thankfully, she was wonderful enough to give one tour before leaving, then I gave 2 in a row, then came back from the 2nd tour to discover another one ready to start the next tour. On top of being nice enough to give that tour so that I could eat lunch (at 2pm), the director also had a sweet tea waiting on me (without asking if I wanted one). Yes, I am a strong believer that sweet tea makes life a little better. I gave one more tour after that one. Overall the tours went well- I'm getting more confident in giving it, and I'm learning things while on the tours (on more than one occasion, a visitor has told me something about an object that I knew nothing about).
This week was more than I bargained for, but I'm going to try again next week- see if I can't figure out a way to surge past this feeling.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
... And then keep going.
In 2004, there was a show on tv called Jack & Bobby- which I really enjoyed. It was about two brothers in present day, with documentary snippets from the 2040s following one of the brother's time as the President. Well, the show has finally made it onto Netflix Instant Play (hurray!) and I was reminded of this great speech from the second episode. Jack and Bobby's mother, a college professor, gave this speech at the university's Moonlight Address, and I thought I should share it here.
Good evening. I want to welcome you tonight to... a renaissance.
For some of you this night marks a return to your college life, for some of you a new beginning. And so, upon the eve of the tremendous journey upon which you are all embarking, I'd like to offer you a thought to take with you. Listen carefully: you will fail here. All of you. College is not the culmination of your high school career. It is the beginning of your adult life. Only it is a slow, sweet beginning that feels nothing like what life and all the attending obligations will eventually bring. So fail here... this is your chance.
Do things you know you can't do, or think you can't do but hope in your deepest most secret hidden heart that you can.
Be bad at things. Be embarrassed. Be vulnerable. Go out on a limb. Or two. Or twelve.
The harder you fall, the farther you'll rise. And the louder you fail, the clearer the distant bell of your future will ring. Failure is a gift. Welcome it. There are people who spend their lives wondering how they became the people they became, how certain chances passed them by and why they didn't take the road less traveled. Those people are not you.
You have the front-row seat to your own transformation. And in transforming yourself, you might just transform the world. Believe that, and embrace the new person you're becoming. This is your moment. Now. Not ten minutes from now, not tomorrow, really now. Know that, truly in your bones, and wake up each morning remembering it. And then keep going.
Good evening. I want to welcome you tonight to... a renaissance.
For some of you this night marks a return to your college life, for some of you a new beginning. And so, upon the eve of the tremendous journey upon which you are all embarking, I'd like to offer you a thought to take with you. Listen carefully: you will fail here. All of you. College is not the culmination of your high school career. It is the beginning of your adult life. Only it is a slow, sweet beginning that feels nothing like what life and all the attending obligations will eventually bring. So fail here... this is your chance.
Do things you know you can't do, or think you can't do but hope in your deepest most secret hidden heart that you can.
Be bad at things. Be embarrassed. Be vulnerable. Go out on a limb. Or two. Or twelve.
The harder you fall, the farther you'll rise. And the louder you fail, the clearer the distant bell of your future will ring. Failure is a gift. Welcome it. There are people who spend their lives wondering how they became the people they became, how certain chances passed them by and why they didn't take the road less traveled. Those people are not you.
You have the front-row seat to your own transformation. And in transforming yourself, you might just transform the world. Believe that, and embrace the new person you're becoming. This is your moment. Now. Not ten minutes from now, not tomorrow, really now. Know that, truly in your bones, and wake up each morning remembering it. And then keep going.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Job
So, I'm terrible at updating.
After 6.5 months without a job, I finally got one. I am the education coordinator for a historic house museum now, and I'm currently finishing my 4th week of work. And let me just tell you... it's been intense (I've already racked up more than 2 days flex time). I've had some really great experiences so far, and some experiences that if I/we learn from them, that's about the only positive thing that could come from the situation. The director is new too (started a whole 5 days before me), and we get along really well (which is likely the best thing EVER). We've already made some big changes to the site and have plans for MAJOR changes to hopefully happen soon (I say hopefully so that I might have an office that doesn't double as the storage closet in the near future- windows might be nice too). The other great news is that the board has faith in us both, and is letting us make these changes. It's nice when they walk in and tell us how happy they are that they made the decision they did to hire us both.
Another great thing about this job is all the help I've been able to get from contacts at other museums in the area. Everything from getting rid of exhibit cases, to help with dealing with drama on Facebook, to offering to help with our gift shop- it's been great. Nice to know that the museum community in the area is so open to sharing information & helping out.
One thing that has me confused though is that one board member has mentioned several times to me how nice and professional I look. What were they expecting me to wear? Sweats or old jeans? Plus, dressing professionally makes me look closer to my actual age (which is always a plus). Of course, on the one Saturday that I've already been called in to work (last minute, therefore didn't have the willpower to find really professional clothing), I was told that I look like I'm old enough to be one woman's 11-year-old granddaughter. Boy was she shocked to hear that I'm old enough to have a master's degree. And just today, I was asked by a 30-something city worker how old I am. Granted, he didn't tell me how old he thought I was, but instead told me that 25 is young. This seems like the biggest win so far, as far as being asked how old I am... no other comments were made!
In other jobs news, I'm about to start training one intern next Tuesday, our current intern (who I just realized was an intern last week) leaves us in 2 weeks, and another person has sent me an email requesting an internship. It's so crazy, since I was just the one interning... and now I'm the one training/ mentoring? Weird.
After 6.5 months without a job, I finally got one. I am the education coordinator for a historic house museum now, and I'm currently finishing my 4th week of work. And let me just tell you... it's been intense (I've already racked up more than 2 days flex time). I've had some really great experiences so far, and some experiences that if I/we learn from them, that's about the only positive thing that could come from the situation. The director is new too (started a whole 5 days before me), and we get along really well (which is likely the best thing EVER). We've already made some big changes to the site and have plans for MAJOR changes to hopefully happen soon (I say hopefully so that I might have an office that doesn't double as the storage closet in the near future- windows might be nice too). The other great news is that the board has faith in us both, and is letting us make these changes. It's nice when they walk in and tell us how happy they are that they made the decision they did to hire us both.
Another great thing about this job is all the help I've been able to get from contacts at other museums in the area. Everything from getting rid of exhibit cases, to help with dealing with drama on Facebook, to offering to help with our gift shop- it's been great. Nice to know that the museum community in the area is so open to sharing information & helping out.
One thing that has me confused though is that one board member has mentioned several times to me how nice and professional I look. What were they expecting me to wear? Sweats or old jeans? Plus, dressing professionally makes me look closer to my actual age (which is always a plus). Of course, on the one Saturday that I've already been called in to work (last minute, therefore didn't have the willpower to find really professional clothing), I was told that I look like I'm old enough to be one woman's 11-year-old granddaughter. Boy was she shocked to hear that I'm old enough to have a master's degree. And just today, I was asked by a 30-something city worker how old I am. Granted, he didn't tell me how old he thought I was, but instead told me that 25 is young. This seems like the biggest win so far, as far as being asked how old I am... no other comments were made!
In other jobs news, I'm about to start training one intern next Tuesday, our current intern (who I just realized was an intern last week) leaves us in 2 weeks, and another person has sent me an email requesting an internship. It's so crazy, since I was just the one interning... and now I'm the one training/ mentoring? Weird.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
"Is this your daughter?"
So, as I'm sure you've all heard me complain, I look young for my age. Whatever. This story takes the cake. I'm pretty sure in this case, it offends my friend more than it offends me.
I'm a certified track official, and I'm currently training to work database for road races in the area. A girl who looks a lot like me (has the same hair color, so therefore we must be related... at least that's what people think) and is two years older than me works both and is currently training me for the database system. Usually the worst we get is being called each other's names. Last Saturday, I was working a road race and a vendor came up to her as we were walking and asked, "Is this your daughter?" Lindsey said, "Are you kidding me? She's 2 years younger than me." It's not even the first time that this vendor has seen Lindsey before. The vendor quickly responded, "Oh you know. I meant 'sister.'"
Lindsey: "Yeah. That's not what you said."
Luckily for me, it was so early that I didn't even hear the vendor make the first comment- my only thoughts were on the free Italian ice samples ahead (it was 8am and I'd already been awake for 3 hours. Cut me some slack).
Lesson: I guess it's true and you should always assume that someone is younger than they look. And never ask if someone is your daughter- always make a mom happy and ask if it's your sister even if there is a major age difference. Saves a lot of hurt feelings.
I'm a certified track official, and I'm currently training to work database for road races in the area. A girl who looks a lot like me (has the same hair color, so therefore we must be related... at least that's what people think) and is two years older than me works both and is currently training me for the database system. Usually the worst we get is being called each other's names. Last Saturday, I was working a road race and a vendor came up to her as we were walking and asked, "Is this your daughter?" Lindsey said, "Are you kidding me? She's 2 years younger than me." It's not even the first time that this vendor has seen Lindsey before. The vendor quickly responded, "Oh you know. I meant 'sister.'"
Lindsey: "Yeah. That's not what you said."
Luckily for me, it was so early that I didn't even hear the vendor make the first comment- my only thoughts were on the free Italian ice samples ahead (it was 8am and I'd already been awake for 3 hours. Cut me some slack).
Lesson: I guess it's true and you should always assume that someone is younger than they look. And never ask if someone is your daughter- always make a mom happy and ask if it's your sister even if there is a major age difference. Saves a lot of hurt feelings.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Dare You To Move
I'm not sure if you all know Switchfoot's song "Dare You To Move," but I've enjoyed it since I was in high school (find it if you're interested, I think it's worth it!) It's currently playing on my iTunes (for the first time in probably a year), which is what inspired me to write this.
A few weeks before I moved for graduate school, I was hanging out with some friends, and was asked how I felt about the move. I was pretty non-committal I think, but not exactly thrilled about the prospect when almost all of my close friends were going to be staying in the area. On my way home that night, "Dare You To Move" came on the radio, and really moved me. I really felt it was my sign that I needed to move, even if it meant being away from everyone (even though it was only 2.5 hours... I can count on one hand the number of friends who visited).
I've been getting really nervous about this job thing. Yes, lots of part-time jobs are popping up here, and possibly even a full-time (although that could very well be part-time as well) position... but that's about it for this area. A few weeks ago, I had to expand my job search out of the southeast because my stupid imaginary deadline of May had happened and I still didn't have a job. So, I've applied for a job in Washington (state... and DC, but I've been applying to those this whole time). Talk about out of my comfort zone... I haven't lived in Washington in 22 years. But then my mom pointed out to me that she and my dad weren't excited about the prospect of living in Washington either, but it allowed my dad to gain job experience, and 2 years later we were able to move back east. Now, I'm not saying that I'm getting that job, or have even heard back from them... but it's a big deal that I'm even letting myself apply there.
Hearing that song tonight reminded me that it works out, even if I have to move.
Between who you are and who you could be
Between how it is and how it should be...
Maybe the person I should be doesn't live in the southeast... at least not right now. Maybe I need to escape to become who I am supposed to be? I was not looking forward to moving 2.5 hours away, and that turned out alright. It's all going to work out, eventually. Something will happen soon, and that will be my sign if I really do need to get out of the area.
A few weeks before I moved for graduate school, I was hanging out with some friends, and was asked how I felt about the move. I was pretty non-committal I think, but not exactly thrilled about the prospect when almost all of my close friends were going to be staying in the area. On my way home that night, "Dare You To Move" came on the radio, and really moved me. I really felt it was my sign that I needed to move, even if it meant being away from everyone (even though it was only 2.5 hours... I can count on one hand the number of friends who visited).
I've been getting really nervous about this job thing. Yes, lots of part-time jobs are popping up here, and possibly even a full-time (although that could very well be part-time as well) position... but that's about it for this area. A few weeks ago, I had to expand my job search out of the southeast because my stupid imaginary deadline of May had happened and I still didn't have a job. So, I've applied for a job in Washington (state... and DC, but I've been applying to those this whole time). Talk about out of my comfort zone... I haven't lived in Washington in 22 years. But then my mom pointed out to me that she and my dad weren't excited about the prospect of living in Washington either, but it allowed my dad to gain job experience, and 2 years later we were able to move back east. Now, I'm not saying that I'm getting that job, or have even heard back from them... but it's a big deal that I'm even letting myself apply there.
Hearing that song tonight reminded me that it works out, even if I have to move.
Between who you are and who you could be
Between how it is and how it should be...
Maybe the person I should be doesn't live in the southeast... at least not right now. Maybe I need to escape to become who I am supposed to be? I was not looking forward to moving 2.5 hours away, and that turned out alright. It's all going to work out, eventually. Something will happen soon, and that will be my sign if I really do need to get out of the area.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
It's May now.
So... it's May now. Come May 15, that means I will have officially been without a job for 5 months. So yesterday, I started applying for jobs outside my preferred geographic area. The one I applied for yesterday is just about the furthest I can get away from home and still be in the contiguous U.S. But, it sounds great, is a government job (with government benefits!), and I meet their qualifications without really having to think hard.
You want to talk about frustrating? Let me tell you how crappy this has been. But if there are any tips I can share, it would be these:
1. Just because you think you've got a job in the bag, go ahead and keep applying. NOTHING is guaranteed, especially in this economy. Trust me.
2. Moving in with your parents is not bad. Maybe I should have prepared them for the bad moods (from job applications/ rejections) sooner though.
3. This takes a whole lot longer than anyone told me it would.
4. Patience isn't always a virtue. Granted, I only pretend to be patient. You who actually know me that I'd rather be ripping things to shreds than wait one more week to hear from a job.
So that's all I've got for now. I'm not happy with what's happening. I'll be honest. Each hour makes me less and less optimistic about getting this job.
And I don't want to wait
I just want to know
I just want to hear you tell me so
Give it to me straight
Tell it to me slow
Cause maybe someday
We'll figure all this out
We'll put an end to all our doubt
Try to find a way to just feel better now and
Maybe someday we'll live our lives out loud
We'll be better off somehow
Someday
-"Someday"- Rob Thomas
P.S. Forgive my pessimistic rant following the awful Middle TN flooding- my troubles are nothing compared to those who lost their homes and lives.
You want to talk about frustrating? Let me tell you how crappy this has been. But if there are any tips I can share, it would be these:
1. Just because you think you've got a job in the bag, go ahead and keep applying. NOTHING is guaranteed, especially in this economy. Trust me.
2. Moving in with your parents is not bad. Maybe I should have prepared them for the bad moods (from job applications/ rejections) sooner though.
3. This takes a whole lot longer than anyone told me it would.
4. Patience isn't always a virtue. Granted, I only pretend to be patient. You who actually know me that I'd rather be ripping things to shreds than wait one more week to hear from a job.
So that's all I've got for now. I'm not happy with what's happening. I'll be honest. Each hour makes me less and less optimistic about getting this job.
And I don't want to wait
I just want to know
I just want to hear you tell me so
Give it to me straight
Tell it to me slow
Cause maybe someday
We'll figure all this out
We'll put an end to all our doubt
Try to find a way to just feel better now and
Maybe someday we'll live our lives out loud
We'll be better off somehow
Someday
-"Someday"- Rob Thomas
P.S. Forgive my pessimistic rant following the awful Middle TN flooding- my troubles are nothing compared to those who lost their homes and lives.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
On love and marriage (and matchmakers)
Two posts for today (since I'm a bit behind):
I've been subbing at the preschool that my mom works at (and where I used to work in the summers) for the past few weeks. It's been interesting, to say the least.
For instance, today at lunch, one of the little girls in my mom's pre-K class randomly asks me, "Miss Ashleigh, when are you going to get married?"
Another child told me that you get married when you're a grown-up. In case you're wondering, the class is divided on whether or not I'm a real grown-up (it's a problem when your mom is the teacher, and they don't know how that works- 2 weeks ago they thought that since they had a sub, that I was her daughter, because clearly I'm the daughter of whoever is the teacher). At least them being divided gives me a little leeway on when I need to get married.
But the weirdest thing is that about 5 minutes later, my mom's friend calls and tells her that she's just ran into one of her friends whose son went to elementary school through 8th grade with me. And together, they've decided that we're perfect for each other. His mom said, "Well, I remember when she [me] was younger, she was just darling!" And Katherine said, "She still is!" "Ashleigh, you MUST find him and friend him on Facebook" (he found me a few months ago, so no worries there). And wouldn't you know it, he's going to be in town this summer doing an internship for graduate school.
I'm so glad that we've got this all worked out now. Half the Pre-K thinks it's time for me to get married, and now we've found the right person. Glad that it takes no effort on my part.
I've been subbing at the preschool that my mom works at (and where I used to work in the summers) for the past few weeks. It's been interesting, to say the least.
For instance, today at lunch, one of the little girls in my mom's pre-K class randomly asks me, "Miss Ashleigh, when are you going to get married?"
Another child told me that you get married when you're a grown-up. In case you're wondering, the class is divided on whether or not I'm a real grown-up (it's a problem when your mom is the teacher, and they don't know how that works- 2 weeks ago they thought that since they had a sub, that I was her daughter, because clearly I'm the daughter of whoever is the teacher). At least them being divided gives me a little leeway on when I need to get married.
But the weirdest thing is that about 5 minutes later, my mom's friend calls and tells her that she's just ran into one of her friends whose son went to elementary school through 8th grade with me. And together, they've decided that we're perfect for each other. His mom said, "Well, I remember when she [me] was younger, she was just darling!" And Katherine said, "She still is!" "Ashleigh, you MUST find him and friend him on Facebook" (he found me a few months ago, so no worries there). And wouldn't you know it, he's going to be in town this summer doing an internship for graduate school.
I'm so glad that we've got this all worked out now. Half the Pre-K thinks it's time for me to get married, and now we've found the right person. Glad that it takes no effort on my part.
Quote of the Month
April's quote of the month is my favorite. So fitting for birth month!!
"The time has come," the walrus said, "to talk of many things: of shoes- and ships- and sealing wax- of cabbages- and kings- and why the sea is boiling hot and whether pigs have wings."
-Lewis Carroll
"The time has come," the walrus said, "to talk of many things: of shoes- and ships- and sealing wax- of cabbages- and kings- and why the sea is boiling hot and whether pigs have wings."
-Lewis Carroll
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