Monday, February 20, 2006
Back to school, sort of...
Well, it's over. At least the physical part. Friday night was the worst, but my sister came home (well, to my mom's home) Saturday. She's sad, but I think she's going to be strong and get through this.
Dad and his wife are driving to her house next weekend, and she asked me to be there too. ''I don't want to be alone with them for a whole weekend'' she said to me. I had to call him too, and tell him that she had lost the baby. And I hadn't actually spoken to him since all that shit two years ago. Yes, we emailed a few times, but hadn't actually spoken. On the good side of things, he was very concerned and very sweet with her. So yes, I'll go up there next weekend, and lose more of my time. I know, it's important, and I'm glad to do it, but I'm so far behind now I don't know how I'll catch up.
I got an email from a mother today who was polite, but very upset with me. See, her daughter is applying to five different private schools, and she had asked me to write letters of recommendation for her. I mailed off one, and then missed the other four deadlines. Shit. When I do something as lame as that, I just feel like a failure. I had time, but I put it off. What's really funny, is that this girl wrote an essay last year about how gay people should be allowed to marry. Her reasoning was that Christians were the ones getting upset about it, and since most gay people were Jewish, they should be allowed to marry. When her teacher asked her where she got such an idea, she answered ''The Internet!''
Everytime I look at her, I think of that story, and just giggle.
I have to get those letters written tomorrow. I have a meeting with the principal on Wednesday, and I don't know how I'm going to get my act together this week.
Better get started planning.
Dad and his wife are driving to her house next weekend, and she asked me to be there too. ''I don't want to be alone with them for a whole weekend'' she said to me. I had to call him too, and tell him that she had lost the baby. And I hadn't actually spoken to him since all that shit two years ago. Yes, we emailed a few times, but hadn't actually spoken. On the good side of things, he was very concerned and very sweet with her. So yes, I'll go up there next weekend, and lose more of my time. I know, it's important, and I'm glad to do it, but I'm so far behind now I don't know how I'll catch up.
I got an email from a mother today who was polite, but very upset with me. See, her daughter is applying to five different private schools, and she had asked me to write letters of recommendation for her. I mailed off one, and then missed the other four deadlines. Shit. When I do something as lame as that, I just feel like a failure. I had time, but I put it off. What's really funny, is that this girl wrote an essay last year about how gay people should be allowed to marry. Her reasoning was that Christians were the ones getting upset about it, and since most gay people were Jewish, they should be allowed to marry. When her teacher asked her where she got such an idea, she answered ''The Internet!''
Everytime I look at her, I think of that story, and just giggle.
I have to get those letters written tomorrow. I have a meeting with the principal on Wednesday, and I don't know how I'm going to get my act together this week.
Better get started planning.
Friday, February 17, 2006
Doing the laundry
I'm home for a few hours, doing my sister's laundry. She's still in the hospital, and doing okay, but damn. This needs to be over. I'm not going to go into great detail, but when you lose a baby this far along in your pregnancy, it's complicated. There are things that must be done, and can't be rushed. We were told 24-48 hours was about how long this particular procedure would take. well, the 48-hour mark was 59 minutes ago, and this is her third day in the hospital.
She's napping now, and sent me off on my errands, so here I am, writing to you all.
Mom slept in the room with her the first night, but snored so badly, and was so fussy the next morning about sleeping on the cot, that my sister insisted it not be repeated again last night. So, Mom, who won't drive at night, got a room at the hotel across the street. She, my mother, was surprised when I said I was going to sleep at my own house. She thought I'd sleep at the hotel with her.
"If something happens during the night, what will I do?"
"Well Mom, you are just across the street."
"It's blocks away (actually, just one), and I'm not walking down this street in this neighborhood (you know, the one with the 2-bedroom, 1-bathroom homes selling for one million?) in the middle of the night."
"Mom, I'm only 5 miles away, I'll come get you."
And so it was settled. Mom is trying to keep it together, but I'm worried about her as well. She's running herself ragged, and going into work every day as well. I don't know how she's keeping it together.
I'm just tired. I want this to be over. This part anyway. My sister has a lot of recovering to do after this, and we don't know how much longer it's going to take.
Interesting observation though, only one of my friends has been calling and asking how things are going. Everyone else must feel awkward or something. One particular friend I've called twice, yet she hasn't returned my calls.
Must remember this next time a friend has a difficult time.
She's napping now, and sent me off on my errands, so here I am, writing to you all.
Mom slept in the room with her the first night, but snored so badly, and was so fussy the next morning about sleeping on the cot, that my sister insisted it not be repeated again last night. So, Mom, who won't drive at night, got a room at the hotel across the street. She, my mother, was surprised when I said I was going to sleep at my own house. She thought I'd sleep at the hotel with her.
"If something happens during the night, what will I do?"
"Well Mom, you are just across the street."
"It's blocks away (actually, just one), and I'm not walking down this street in this neighborhood (you know, the one with the 2-bedroom, 1-bathroom homes selling for one million?) in the middle of the night."
"Mom, I'm only 5 miles away, I'll come get you."
And so it was settled. Mom is trying to keep it together, but I'm worried about her as well. She's running herself ragged, and going into work every day as well. I don't know how she's keeping it together.
I'm just tired. I want this to be over. This part anyway. My sister has a lot of recovering to do after this, and we don't know how much longer it's going to take.
Interesting observation though, only one of my friends has been calling and asking how things are going. Everyone else must feel awkward or something. One particular friend I've called twice, yet she hasn't returned my calls.
Must remember this next time a friend has a difficult time.
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
No posting for the next few days
My sister goes in to the hospital today. I'll be with her. This isn't a little thing; she will stay at least two days.
Happy thoughts are needed.
Happy thoughts are needed.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
More bad news
I believe in prayer. Not the, "I'll be good, so send me a million dollars" kind, but I do believe in it. Goes along with the Holy Spirit or the interconnectedness of us all, or whatever you call it. I believe our thoughts and feelings affect others.
My sister lost her baby.
If you read this, send a prayer, or healing thoughts or positive energy, or whatever you can her way.
I know shit happens, but no one deserves this shit.
My sister lost her baby.
If you read this, send a prayer, or healing thoughts or positive energy, or whatever you can her way.
I know shit happens, but no one deserves this shit.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Well, would you look at that?
So I guess I just had to write another post to get yesterday's on line.
Argh.
Argh.
"Please repost your blog in 10 minutes"
Okay, so I finally wrote a post yesterday, and I got the above message. I got the above message for two hours while I was online. I logged on today, tried to finally get the post on the blog, and... you guessed it, "Please repost your blog in 10 minutes."
Saturday, February 11, 2006
So sorry for the absence. I've been gone the past two weekends, got a gnarly cold that had me in bed by 8:30 the last few days, and I've just not had the energy to log on.
I have three netflix movies sitting on top of the DVD player, one since December. The thought of two full hours of free time has been impossible.
Our plans for Paris in the Spring are going well, and the apartment (finally) has been secured. We'll be staying in the 6th arroindismont, near the Latin Quarter, and the Luxembourg gardens. I'm taking a French class Thursday nights, which is adding to my time problems, but I think it will be good to at least be able to say "I'm sorry, I don't speak French" in the language of that country. Katrina speaks it pretty well, so I'm not too worried.
I'm having quite a difficult time at school right now, not with students but the parents of a particular student who are making my life hell. Can't write about it though, sorry. Just let me say that stuffing your words down your throat almost every day isn't good for your physical or mental health.
My sister is doing okay, but it's still hard. She and my mom went to Las Vegas this weekend (gosh, I wish I could have gone!) on the trip they planned months ago. I hope she enjoys herself; once the baby's here, I don't think she'll be going to that city for a while.
There's so much to write about right now... my mother's surgery that I never finished describing, my new forays into crocheting (inspired by torn and em), and all the other silly little bits of my life.
Oh, I'm down 33.2 pounds now. Yesterday it became official; not one of my old pairs of pants fit. I have a pair of jeans and two pairs of dress pants that I've bought in the last month, and that's it. It's a great feeling, but I need more clothes!
I have three netflix movies sitting on top of the DVD player, one since December. The thought of two full hours of free time has been impossible.
Our plans for Paris in the Spring are going well, and the apartment (finally) has been secured. We'll be staying in the 6th arroindismont, near the Latin Quarter, and the Luxembourg gardens. I'm taking a French class Thursday nights, which is adding to my time problems, but I think it will be good to at least be able to say "I'm sorry, I don't speak French" in the language of that country. Katrina speaks it pretty well, so I'm not too worried.
I'm having quite a difficult time at school right now, not with students but the parents of a particular student who are making my life hell. Can't write about it though, sorry. Just let me say that stuffing your words down your throat almost every day isn't good for your physical or mental health.
My sister is doing okay, but it's still hard. She and my mom went to Las Vegas this weekend (gosh, I wish I could have gone!) on the trip they planned months ago. I hope she enjoys herself; once the baby's here, I don't think she'll be going to that city for a while.
There's so much to write about right now... my mother's surgery that I never finished describing, my new forays into crocheting (inspired by torn and em), and all the other silly little bits of my life.
Oh, I'm down 33.2 pounds now. Yesterday it became official; not one of my old pairs of pants fit. I have a pair of jeans and two pairs of dress pants that I've bought in the last month, and that's it. It's a great feeling, but I need more clothes!
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