Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Pre-show with Friar Tuck
baloon ride
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Eat Pray Love
Ok, so now I am doing book reviews. A woman from San Francisco recommended the above book to me at the childbirth conference and she was right on. This is the telling of a year the author spent abroad after her messy divorce. Four months in Italy eating amazing food and learning Italian. Four months in an Ashram in India meditating and four months in Indonesia learning from a traditional medicine man.
The first few pages I felt like she was whiny and self absorbed but then I totally began to feel like I was her (maybe I was relating to the whiny and self absorbed part) but I felt like I was on a journey looking for .....wait for it.....the meaning of life.
It is a great book, hard to put down and may I say, life affirming if not a little life changing.
The first few pages I felt like she was whiny and self absorbed but then I totally began to feel like I was her (maybe I was relating to the whiny and self absorbed part) but I felt like I was on a journey looking for .....wait for it.....the meaning of life.
It is a great book, hard to put down and may I say, life affirming if not a little life changing.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Employment!
Hurray! As of Friday I am employed, and better than that, I am excited about the job. It is working (1) part time for the (2)Wellness program at the (3)University doing smoking cessation (4) trainings. I have numbered the above to detail why this is the perfect thing.
1. I have worried about the strain of full time work on the kids and me at this time of huge changes. Luckily this part time pays double what the full time Edward Jones paid so I will be making the same with them at 20 as I would have been for 40! Miraculous!
2. I love health education!
3. The University if possibly the best employer in town and everybody says once you are in you can move around and up fairly easily.
4. I love teaching and I will get a chance to work with every department on campus (rather than shuffling papers by myself.)
Thank you for all your good wishes, I feel like I am riding on the energy of friends and family and it is wonderful.
1. I have worried about the strain of full time work on the kids and me at this time of huge changes. Luckily this part time pays double what the full time Edward Jones paid so I will be making the same with them at 20 as I would have been for 40! Miraculous!
2. I love health education!
3. The University if possibly the best employer in town and everybody says once you are in you can move around and up fairly easily.
4. I love teaching and I will get a chance to work with every department on campus (rather than shuffling papers by myself.)
Thank you for all your good wishes, I feel like I am riding on the energy of friends and family and it is wonderful.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
so here we are
I went to Chicago last month for a childbirth educator conference. My good friend Sylvia met me there and we had a great time. I have not laughed so much in forever and it felt good to know I could.
I realized that I love birth, birth education etc and that I shouldn't throw the baby out with the bath water. In my rush to get a "job" job, I was turning my back on something I enjoy and am good at. While I was there I did their new certification to train trainers. In other words, teach others to be child birth educators. With that I can set up my own trainings anywhere I want, charge what I can etc. I am hopeful that this will be a way to keep my foot in the birth world and have a good supplement to my income.
I had an interview that went very well with an Edward Jones office to be an assistant to the financial advisor. It really doesn't seem like me, though I know I could do the job. I will take it happily if nothing else appears but working alone with papers doesn't really seem to be using my talents. Beggars can't be... you know the rest, but I really am planning on not being a beggar much longer.
I realized that I love birth, birth education etc and that I shouldn't throw the baby out with the bath water. In my rush to get a "job" job, I was turning my back on something I enjoy and am good at. While I was there I did their new certification to train trainers. In other words, teach others to be child birth educators. With that I can set up my own trainings anywhere I want, charge what I can etc. I am hopeful that this will be a way to keep my foot in the birth world and have a good supplement to my income.
I had an interview that went very well with an Edward Jones office to be an assistant to the financial advisor. It really doesn't seem like me, though I know I could do the job. I will take it happily if nothing else appears but working alone with papers doesn't really seem to be using my talents. Beggars can't be... you know the rest, but I really am planning on not being a beggar much longer.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
D day
Today is the day I have dreaded for many months. Divorce is like pregnancy, it takes way too long. Divorce is not like pregnancy in that it doesn't end with such a happy bundle.
Today was perhaps the hardest day of my life thus far and I have had some pretty tough ones in the past few months. Adele and Clem had a golden weekend. I believe due to all of your prayers and well wishes. We went to a lovely harvest dinner at the Unitarian Church, her director for Robin Hood called her fantastic, she was named best offensive player for soccer and Clem just chubbed along happily. Then today we broke the news. She was crying before Brian got the first sentence out. She said she wanted to kill herself, go lay down in the grass, she literally ran around the house screaming. Then after Brian began to tell her the details of her every day life she got creepily perky. Smiling about how fun sleep overs would be. I don't really know which was scarier for me to watch.
Its done and now I live in a new land and now we get on with it. I know they will be fine. I hope they will be fine. I know they will be fine.
Today was perhaps the hardest day of my life thus far and I have had some pretty tough ones in the past few months. Adele and Clem had a golden weekend. I believe due to all of your prayers and well wishes. We went to a lovely harvest dinner at the Unitarian Church, her director for Robin Hood called her fantastic, she was named best offensive player for soccer and Clem just chubbed along happily. Then today we broke the news. She was crying before Brian got the first sentence out. She said she wanted to kill herself, go lay down in the grass, she literally ran around the house screaming. Then after Brian began to tell her the details of her every day life she got creepily perky. Smiling about how fun sleep overs would be. I don't really know which was scarier for me to watch.
Its done and now I live in a new land and now we get on with it. I know they will be fine. I hope they will be fine. I know they will be fine.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Friday, August 24, 2007
Thanks for the buggy ride
My Great Uncle Charles died this week and with him an era. He was the last of my grandmother's many siblings who all farmed, lived and raised their families together in Southeast Missouri. He was one of those people who always seems to be about to laugh as if life is just so delicious they are always on the verge of cracking up. There is actually a lot of that in my family. If you were lucky enough to be around Uncle Charles at a family dinner, you would probably get to hear a story. It would be about someone in the family and probably one you had heard before but without fail it would have you rolling on the floor anyway.
He was 87 and up until a month ago he was driving himself around, fishing and living at home with my Aunt Merle. Two weeks ago they told him that he needed a multiple bypass. He went into the hospital and the night before his surgery his whole family wife, kids, grandkids and great grand kids were in his hospital room. They didn't need to fly in...they all lived within a 10 mile radius and he saw them all weekly if not daily. In his usual style before they all left he said "thanks for the buggy ride." He didn't really come out of the surgery.
I have to say that recent events have made me think a lot about what makes for a successful life and happiness. When I was a child I wanted to live in Southeast Missouri with all my cousins and doting aunts and uncles. Now I am happy my kids will have more family in their lives and I hope that I will be as lucky as Uncle Charles.
He was 87 and up until a month ago he was driving himself around, fishing and living at home with my Aunt Merle. Two weeks ago they told him that he needed a multiple bypass. He went into the hospital and the night before his surgery his whole family wife, kids, grandkids and great grand kids were in his hospital room. They didn't need to fly in...they all lived within a 10 mile radius and he saw them all weekly if not daily. In his usual style before they all left he said "thanks for the buggy ride." He didn't really come out of the surgery.
I have to say that recent events have made me think a lot about what makes for a successful life and happiness. When I was a child I wanted to live in Southeast Missouri with all my cousins and doting aunts and uncles. Now I am happy my kids will have more family in their lives and I hope that I will be as lucky as Uncle Charles.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Back to School Night
Tonight was back to school night, which seems real popular around here. This is very foreign to me... first you get a list of school supplies off the web page and then you take said list to Walmart where they have everything needed in two aisles including things like Kleenex (for the classroom noses) and ziploc bags (not sure why but teacher took and put in closet) and then you take it all to school a few days before classes start and get the desks organized, meet teacher, fill out paper work etc.
The shopping was a first. Adele is in 3rd grade and I have never so much as purchased a pencil. In Palo Alto all school supplies are....well, supplied. I never realized how unusual this is. I really liked that the kid's see their classroom and meet teacher before the first day of class. Adele's teacher is named Miss Guillory. Another first..the first teacher she has not called by her first name. Once she had a music teacher who wanted to be called Mrs. Porter but the kids finally raised their hands and said, "What is your real name?"
Miss Guillory is sweet, enthusiastic and clearly knows what she is doing. Which is good because she has 27 kids in a portable with no aide!!!! I am not so thrilled about that. But back to Miss Guillory, I really liked her as did Adele but she was one of those women who is so well put together that it makes me want to stand up straigter and check the mirror to see if I have something in my teeth.
Sorry for the ramble, I just drove 5 hours with the kids to my folks for a few day visit and though I can't sleep I also am having problems with focus. signing off...
The shopping was a first. Adele is in 3rd grade and I have never so much as purchased a pencil. In Palo Alto all school supplies are....well, supplied. I never realized how unusual this is. I really liked that the kid's see their classroom and meet teacher before the first day of class. Adele's teacher is named Miss Guillory. Another first..the first teacher she has not called by her first name. Once she had a music teacher who wanted to be called Mrs. Porter but the kids finally raised their hands and said, "What is your real name?"
Miss Guillory is sweet, enthusiastic and clearly knows what she is doing. Which is good because she has 27 kids in a portable with no aide!!!! I am not so thrilled about that. But back to Miss Guillory, I really liked her as did Adele but she was one of those women who is so well put together that it makes me want to stand up straigter and check the mirror to see if I have something in my teeth.
Sorry for the ramble, I just drove 5 hours with the kids to my folks for a few day visit and though I can't sleep I also am having problems with focus. signing off...
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