There's something I love about getting home from work. I can (hopefully) shut the door on everything that happened at work (I have made a LOT of people mad at me over the past week for advocating for my kids, although I have the ESOL district level coordinator backing me up) and I can play around in my tiny kitchen. Cooking is the one thing that really relaxes me. I love creating new healthy meals and I love that I get to eat the end product. I always always follow the recipe the first time through, just to make sure that it tastes ok, and then I get to experiment. I love to experiment. Tonight its a Maple-Mustard pork roast with roasted potatoes and carrots. We are also going to have romaine salads. I spend a lot of time in my kitchen after work, and the best part is that I have a wonderful man who does the dishes after dinner! I love it. I have the next couple weeks planned out, and I've got to say that I really can't wait until I get to make lasagna....only 9 more dinners to go! I love lasagna and it is so much fun to make!
As you can see, this is the best way I know to decompress after a long day at work.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
I haven't posted in quite a while. It's been a long summer (technically the season of summer is not quite over). My grandmother died less than 3 hours after my last post. As I said, it's been a long summer. I still forget that I can't just pick up the phone and call her.
A new school year has begun. I love my kids, but I was asked at the end of last week to pick up an extra class in lieu of my planning. I did lose my homeroom so I could have a little more planning, but I still lost significant planning time. I will survive. I know it will end up being rewarding. However I'm very glad that I decided against doing my National Board Certification this year.
I found the house of my dreams. It's affordable, it has a large yard, and it has 4 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. It is also in Columbia (SC's capital). We talked briefly about moving to Columbia down the road, but that takes a lot of coordination and planning. We will see how it goes.
14 years ago yesterday my mom died. It was a hard day. I was 12 years old, in my 3rd week of 7th grade, at a brand new school when my mom passed. What a great way to make an impression. I still feel bad for yelling at Pat Menchen in the hallway the first day I was back at school. I was a wreck, and we had been going to school together for I don't know how many years. He was concerned, I was not doing well. I was a weird kid to start with, but everything that happened to me that year made it so much worse (dad picked an interesting year to come out of the closet to say the least). I am thankful for the growth of my spirit and character and the strength I gained, but I think I would trade it all again to hear her voice and spend the day with my mom.
So that's me since the end of May in a nutshell.
Oh, and J and I are doing great. Living together came naturally, like we were always meant to be like this. Everyone has their good times and their bad times, but I'm so thankful that the good times far outnumber the bad ones. Definitely something to be thankful for.
A new school year has begun. I love my kids, but I was asked at the end of last week to pick up an extra class in lieu of my planning. I did lose my homeroom so I could have a little more planning, but I still lost significant planning time. I will survive. I know it will end up being rewarding. However I'm very glad that I decided against doing my National Board Certification this year.
I found the house of my dreams. It's affordable, it has a large yard, and it has 4 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. It is also in Columbia (SC's capital). We talked briefly about moving to Columbia down the road, but that takes a lot of coordination and planning. We will see how it goes.
14 years ago yesterday my mom died. It was a hard day. I was 12 years old, in my 3rd week of 7th grade, at a brand new school when my mom passed. What a great way to make an impression. I still feel bad for yelling at Pat Menchen in the hallway the first day I was back at school. I was a wreck, and we had been going to school together for I don't know how many years. He was concerned, I was not doing well. I was a weird kid to start with, but everything that happened to me that year made it so much worse (dad picked an interesting year to come out of the closet to say the least). I am thankful for the growth of my spirit and character and the strength I gained, but I think I would trade it all again to hear her voice and spend the day with my mom.
So that's me since the end of May in a nutshell.
Oh, and J and I are doing great. Living together came naturally, like we were always meant to be like this. Everyone has their good times and their bad times, but I'm so thankful that the good times far outnumber the bad ones. Definitely something to be thankful for.
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