Monday, July 04, 2011
Saturday, July 02, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Is it illegal to be a kid in this town?
Your thoughts please... Yesterday I received a phone call from the local law enforcement asking, "did I know where my (10 & 12 year-old) kids were?"
I answered "unless something unusual happened, they are either at Target or on their way home from there."
Apparently they were stopped for being unaccompanied children. Because that is so abnormal. (I did question them about what they were doing; they assured me separately that all they were doing was walking).
I guess it was a good thing for all of us that they were where I expected them. The officer let them go.
I answered "unless something unusual happened, they are either at Target or on their way home from there."
Apparently they were stopped for being unaccompanied children. Because that is so abnormal. (I did question them about what they were doing; they assured me separately that all they were doing was walking).
I guess it was a good thing for all of us that they were where I expected them. The officer let them go.
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Sunday, February 20, 2011
Books, Libraries & Reading
I am very pleased to have developed three readers (so far) in my family. Trips to the library have been well received lately. Here is a story for each boy...
J has been making origami things for quite awhile. He was at the section where they had instruction books, and complained that they all had the same thing, and he already knew how to do all of them. So I introduced him to the stacks... We found the section on paper folding (for adults) and he practically jumped out of his skin, he was so excited. He picked out about five new books. The next week he figured out to ask for help with books on another subject he's excited about - knives. (But that's another story).
R seems to have about four books going at any given time. He does not feel the need to finish one before he sets out on another one. He is forever asking for bookmarks (I think he forgets to take them out of the books when he's done with them). He happily identifies himself as a "book worm." Last night we discussed the subject of one book, that reminded me of another book (and another author). I am happy to say that he is right this minute reading a Hugo/Nebula award winner (Ender's Game).
A is in first grade, and his world has just recently opened up to reading. It is so much fun to watch him figure things out. One of my favorite authors of all time (Spider Robinson) once wrote that his mother would read stories to him, and at the most exciting part, suddenly have something important to do in the kitchen (leaving him alone with the book). With that encouragement, he learned to read. So I've done the same thing with A. And it has worked beautifully.
The really funny part is that he was committed to reading his book (Animorphs - about a second or third grade level book), but didn't want to read his assigned book for class (20 pages - 40 sentences, plus or minus). I made him put down the hard book to read the easy one - but then wrote a letter to his teacher explaining how wrong that felt. We both agreed to give him something more challenging. He's reading a "Nate the Great" book every two or three days now. And Animorphs.
E is 5 and is learning his letter sounds. Montessori education focuses on the sound of the letter prior to the name of it ("ah" instead of "ay"). He's got most of them down and can read individual words (with pictures to help). I can't wait to see him develop this skill too.
Special bonus (for me). When we were at the library last week, I found not one, but two books by two different authors for two different series where they had not written anything new in years. I got both. Such a treat.
J has been making origami things for quite awhile. He was at the section where they had instruction books, and complained that they all had the same thing, and he already knew how to do all of them. So I introduced him to the stacks... We found the section on paper folding (for adults) and he practically jumped out of his skin, he was so excited. He picked out about five new books. The next week he figured out to ask for help with books on another subject he's excited about - knives. (But that's another story).
R seems to have about four books going at any given time. He does not feel the need to finish one before he sets out on another one. He is forever asking for bookmarks (I think he forgets to take them out of the books when he's done with them). He happily identifies himself as a "book worm." Last night we discussed the subject of one book, that reminded me of another book (and another author). I am happy to say that he is right this minute reading a Hugo/Nebula award winner (Ender's Game).
A is in first grade, and his world has just recently opened up to reading. It is so much fun to watch him figure things out. One of my favorite authors of all time (Spider Robinson) once wrote that his mother would read stories to him, and at the most exciting part, suddenly have something important to do in the kitchen (leaving him alone with the book). With that encouragement, he learned to read. So I've done the same thing with A. And it has worked beautifully.
The really funny part is that he was committed to reading his book (Animorphs - about a second or third grade level book), but didn't want to read his assigned book for class (20 pages - 40 sentences, plus or minus). I made him put down the hard book to read the easy one - but then wrote a letter to his teacher explaining how wrong that felt. We both agreed to give him something more challenging. He's reading a "Nate the Great" book every two or three days now. And Animorphs.
E is 5 and is learning his letter sounds. Montessori education focuses on the sound of the letter prior to the name of it ("ah" instead of "ay"). He's got most of them down and can read individual words (with pictures to help). I can't wait to see him develop this skill too.
Special bonus (for me). When we were at the library last week, I found not one, but two books by two different authors for two different series where they had not written anything new in years. I got both. Such a treat.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
In appreciation of children
Conversations between E & A
Where did dinosaurs live?
In the desert.
No, cowboys live there.
Dinosaurs died because humans live here now.
A's question this morning
Where do fish go in the winter?
The same place they go in summer.
But what about when it snows?
Mornings
Even though I think the younger boys are probably old enough to wake themselves up to get ready for school, I don't mind participating. My "payment" for participating is that I get snuggle time. And during snuggle time, I get to hold them and touch their soft smooth skin. And boy oh boy do they have wonderful skin. Yum!
R has decided that he doesn't like his alarm clock and would rather I wake him up personally. And so, even though he is ten, I still do. Ten years old and still wants a hug from his mama in the morning. In fact, he is still quite the snuggler. I wonder how long it will last. I think J stopped around age 11. R may last longer.
J
It amazes me to watch my oldest move from "little boy" to adolescent. He is everything all the books/magazines talk about - with wild mood swings, infuriating obnoxiousness, and delightful inventions, often within three minutes of one another. Four more months and he will be an official teenager. (Which marks the beginning of a 12 year cycle that I will have at least one teenage boy in my home).
Yesterday dirt & mulch & plants arrived to be worked into the landscape and garden. All of the boys (except E) pitched in to help (with the promise of monetary reward). They were all so cheerful and willing. Kind of surprised me. In a good way.
Wonder if it will last through today - 'cause there is a lot more to be done.
Where did dinosaurs live?
In the desert.
No, cowboys live there.
Dinosaurs died because humans live here now.
A's question this morning
Where do fish go in the winter?
The same place they go in summer.
But what about when it snows?
Mornings
Even though I think the younger boys are probably old enough to wake themselves up to get ready for school, I don't mind participating. My "payment" for participating is that I get snuggle time. And during snuggle time, I get to hold them and touch their soft smooth skin. And boy oh boy do they have wonderful skin. Yum!
R has decided that he doesn't like his alarm clock and would rather I wake him up personally. And so, even though he is ten, I still do. Ten years old and still wants a hug from his mama in the morning. In fact, he is still quite the snuggler. I wonder how long it will last. I think J stopped around age 11. R may last longer.
J
It amazes me to watch my oldest move from "little boy" to adolescent. He is everything all the books/magazines talk about - with wild mood swings, infuriating obnoxiousness, and delightful inventions, often within three minutes of one another. Four more months and he will be an official teenager. (Which marks the beginning of a 12 year cycle that I will have at least one teenage boy in my home).
Yesterday dirt & mulch & plants arrived to be worked into the landscape and garden. All of the boys (except E) pitched in to help (with the promise of monetary reward). They were all so cheerful and willing. Kind of surprised me. In a good way.
Wonder if it will last through today - 'cause there is a lot more to be done.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
Word of the Year
I am feeling a little slow this year. But I was inspired to make a Vision Board recently...
Apparently my word is "Boing." Which I think is about having more fun and finding stuff that gives me energy.
Secondarily, "Ahhhh." Which I'm pretty sure is about both enjoying life more and relaxing.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Checking out the neighbour's dogs...
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Monday, November 22, 2010
Creative Child
And if you have one or more younger brothers, they can play too.
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Sunday, November 21, 2010
Test post
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Monday, November 08, 2010
Ob La Di... Life Goes On...
I seem to have gotten out of the habit of writing. Not just here, but journal writing and working on my book seem to be lacking as well. I made a practice to write every day for a week, and came up with nothing much.
It's finally fall here in Louisiana. I wore jeans for the first time this week. And my red boots. (Which are completely awesome and I want to wear every day).
Kids are pretty well resigned to wearing uniforms at school. J has figured out that he can get away with t-shirts if they have the name of his school on them. Halloween has come and gone. (See my facebook profile for their picture).
Hanukkah begins on December 1 this year and I'm a little bit panicked around how I will get gifts in time. We've got some ideas, but finding time to go shopping when boys aren't around (and both Tom and I are together) isn't easy. Especially when we don't think about it until 5pm on a Sunday night.
We started religious school at the temple. But forgot to get board approval and go through the appropriate channels. Working on that now. Sometimes it's easier to just go ahead and do things and deal with the fall out.
Missing friends around the world, in Denver, Houston and Paris.
I have an alcove in my bedroom in which I've hung all of my Paris artwork. (I have a painting of the Arch de Triomphe, a photo of the Louvre, two photos of art from inside the Louvre, two ink drawings, and an embroidered pillow. It's a nice place to hang out.
This week we are taking a short vacation to Galveston Island to celebrate T's birthday. I think a little beach time will be lovely. Gotta get to the library first so we all have good reads.
I'll try to get into the habit of posting again. And will figure out how to upload photos from my phone - cause that's where all the good ones are!
Keep in touch!
It's finally fall here in Louisiana. I wore jeans for the first time this week. And my red boots. (Which are completely awesome and I want to wear every day).
Kids are pretty well resigned to wearing uniforms at school. J has figured out that he can get away with t-shirts if they have the name of his school on them. Halloween has come and gone. (See my facebook profile for their picture).
Hanukkah begins on December 1 this year and I'm a little bit panicked around how I will get gifts in time. We've got some ideas, but finding time to go shopping when boys aren't around (and both Tom and I are together) isn't easy. Especially when we don't think about it until 5pm on a Sunday night.
We started religious school at the temple. But forgot to get board approval and go through the appropriate channels. Working on that now. Sometimes it's easier to just go ahead and do things and deal with the fall out.
Missing friends around the world, in Denver, Houston and Paris.
I have an alcove in my bedroom in which I've hung all of my Paris artwork. (I have a painting of the Arch de Triomphe, a photo of the Louvre, two photos of art from inside the Louvre, two ink drawings, and an embroidered pillow. It's a nice place to hang out.
This week we are taking a short vacation to Galveston Island to celebrate T's birthday. I think a little beach time will be lovely. Gotta get to the library first so we all have good reads.
I'll try to get into the habit of posting again. And will figure out how to upload photos from my phone - cause that's where all the good ones are!
Keep in touch!
Monday, September 20, 2010
Home is... Judaism?
In the last three weeks, I have spent more time in the company of Jews, doing singularly Jewish things, than I have done in the last twelve months. First, I went to Colorado to witness my brother's Bar Mitzvah - a coming of age ceremony, usually celebrated at the age of 13. Saturday was Yom Kippur, the final part of the Jewish New Year celebration which began ten days prior (Sept 8) with Rosh Hashana.
For those unfamiliar with Judaism, my basic understanding is that Rosh Hashana is a celebration of gratitude that we made it through the previous year. After the ceremony, we eat apples and honey to start the next year off on a sweet note.
Then we spend the next ten days (the Days of Awe), contemplating the previous year and cleaning up our affairs - recognizing when we didn't quite live up to our expectations of ourselves (and god), and asking forgiveness from people we had wronged.
At the end of this ten-day period, we go into Yom Kippur, which is known as the Day of Atonement. Beginning the night before, we fast, spend the day apologizing for all the things we have done wrong, and begging god's forgiveness. We also pray for the following year to be a good one for us and our families.
While Yom Kippur is a relatively somber occasion, I find the liturgy to be both beautiful and deeply touching. It is less about how we are outwardly, and more about whether we are experiencing and sharing the love and joy in which we were created.
And yet, during the entire morning service (two hours plus), I was in tears. This last year (from September to September) has been incredibly chaotic for me. This time last year, I was in the company of Jews from around the world in the middle of Paris. I had no inkling of the craziness that would be coming. It was a time of peace for me, feeling (finally) completely at home in France, having lived there a year. So many good things were happening.
Now here I am in this new/old location, feeling homesick for a place I had left nine months ago, and also strangely at home here. The thoughts I had went something like this: Oh the last year has sucked so badly; I miss Paris; I miss my friends; I've lived three places in the last 12 months; I am so pissed that we had to leave; where can I find peace?; did I have to leave Paris to find it?; I don't want to stop being angry about leaving; but I want to be happy. I don't want this to be the place I am happiest. I don't want this place to be home. Yet here is everyone welcoming me with open arms. What does home mean, anyway?
Whew!
So now it' s Monday, and I am still musing. What does it mean to be home? Can home be in more than one place? Can I love here and still wish I was elsewhere?
One of my teachers would surely say that I can find home in the liturgy of my religion. I wonder if that is what will happen. As I get older, and move more and more often, maybe my home will be Judaism. I find that surprising, but also hopeful.
For those unfamiliar with Judaism, my basic understanding is that Rosh Hashana is a celebration of gratitude that we made it through the previous year. After the ceremony, we eat apples and honey to start the next year off on a sweet note.
Then we spend the next ten days (the Days of Awe), contemplating the previous year and cleaning up our affairs - recognizing when we didn't quite live up to our expectations of ourselves (and god), and asking forgiveness from people we had wronged.
At the end of this ten-day period, we go into Yom Kippur, which is known as the Day of Atonement. Beginning the night before, we fast, spend the day apologizing for all the things we have done wrong, and begging god's forgiveness. We also pray for the following year to be a good one for us and our families.
While Yom Kippur is a relatively somber occasion, I find the liturgy to be both beautiful and deeply touching. It is less about how we are outwardly, and more about whether we are experiencing and sharing the love and joy in which we were created.
And yet, during the entire morning service (two hours plus), I was in tears. This last year (from September to September) has been incredibly chaotic for me. This time last year, I was in the company of Jews from around the world in the middle of Paris. I had no inkling of the craziness that would be coming. It was a time of peace for me, feeling (finally) completely at home in France, having lived there a year. So many good things were happening.
Now here I am in this new/old location, feeling homesick for a place I had left nine months ago, and also strangely at home here. The thoughts I had went something like this: Oh the last year has sucked so badly; I miss Paris; I miss my friends; I've lived three places in the last 12 months; I am so pissed that we had to leave; where can I find peace?; did I have to leave Paris to find it?; I don't want to stop being angry about leaving; but I want to be happy. I don't want this to be the place I am happiest. I don't want this place to be home. Yet here is everyone welcoming me with open arms. What does home mean, anyway?
Whew!
So now it' s Monday, and I am still musing. What does it mean to be home? Can home be in more than one place? Can I love here and still wish I was elsewhere?
One of my teachers would surely say that I can find home in the liturgy of my religion. I wonder if that is what will happen. As I get older, and move more and more often, maybe my home will be Judaism. I find that surprising, but also hopeful.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Got religion?
There is a temple here that has been around for over a hundred years. When we lived here before, I attended sporadically. Being a small town in the south, rabbis are a little hard to come by. There was a woman rabbi here when we first arrived in 1998, but she was gone within a year or two. Then there was a retired rabbi from Chicago who flew in once or twice a month for awhile. Right now there is no rabbi at all, so all the services are lay-led.
I went to services last night by myself, and last week with all the kids. We were warmly welcomed and remembered. Nice feeling.
Since I've been gone from this place, I have deepened my understanding and appreciation for Judiasm. When in France I became a part of the community of moms at the temple program for kids. In Sugarland (the first time), I became a member of the sisterhood and attended various events. I even started celebrating Shabbat in the home a couple of times a month.
Now, that I am here in a place without a *leader*, I find that I am very drawn to participe.
I have been looking for a place where I feel at home and connected to a community. I think this is going to be one of those places. (I'm starting to think about activities I could host, and how to get the kids involved.) This could be great for us. For me.
I went to services last night by myself, and last week with all the kids. We were warmly welcomed and remembered. Nice feeling.
Since I've been gone from this place, I have deepened my understanding and appreciation for Judiasm. When in France I became a part of the community of moms at the temple program for kids. In Sugarland (the first time), I became a member of the sisterhood and attended various events. I even started celebrating Shabbat in the home a couple of times a month.
Now, that I am here in a place without a *leader*, I find that I am very drawn to participe.
I have been looking for a place where I feel at home and connected to a community. I think this is going to be one of those places. (I'm starting to think about activities I could host, and how to get the kids involved.) This could be great for us. For me.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Short post
Hi folks,
Still here. Now live from Lake Charles, Louisiana. It's been a wild ride and probably the worst moving experience ever - combine BAD packers with SICK husband, then add stuff I put into storage two years ago plus kids who are tired of each other, and you'll get a sense of the craziness.
School started last week. Aside from the uniforms (yuck) and homework (double-yuck), I think the kids are settling into a routine. I am still looking for it. Should be easier once we get internet at the house. (Today, I hope).
I've got new phone numbers (and a new smart phone - yay!) If you want 'em, send me an email or FB post and I'll pass them on.
Still here. Now live from Lake Charles, Louisiana. It's been a wild ride and probably the worst moving experience ever - combine BAD packers with SICK husband, then add stuff I put into storage two years ago plus kids who are tired of each other, and you'll get a sense of the craziness.
School started last week. Aside from the uniforms (yuck) and homework (double-yuck), I think the kids are settling into a routine. I am still looking for it. Should be easier once we get internet at the house. (Today, I hope).
I've got new phone numbers (and a new smart phone - yay!) If you want 'em, send me an email or FB post and I'll pass them on.
Monday, August 09, 2010
Two Steps Forward; One Step Back
As I sit here, there are four people in my house packing everything into boxes. I am feeling rather sad. But it is not about leaving HERE. It feels more like the final "nail in the coffin" of our expat life being over.
We were supposed to be going to Korea. We were supposed to have an exciting adventure. We were supposed to be living my childhood dream of seeing the world.
But what we're actually doing is moving BACKWARDS. To a place we've already lived. To a job T has already done (more or less). To (one) school we're already familiar with.
I am trying to keep a positive attitude. There are many things I like about Lake Charles. I am definitely looking forward to teaching Jazzercise and going to the Yoga studio in town.
I can see this as part of the dance where you take one step back in order to change direction. I am aware of all the possibilities and potential...
But right now, I am mostly just sad.
We were supposed to be going to Korea. We were supposed to have an exciting adventure. We were supposed to be living my childhood dream of seeing the world.
But what we're actually doing is moving BACKWARDS. To a place we've already lived. To a job T has already done (more or less). To (one) school we're already familiar with.
I am trying to keep a positive attitude. There are many things I like about Lake Charles. I am definitely looking forward to teaching Jazzercise and going to the Yoga studio in town.
I can see this as part of the dance where you take one step back in order to change direction. I am aware of all the possibilities and potential...
But right now, I am mostly just sad.
Monday, August 02, 2010
Counting Down the Days
Today was Monday. Nothing in particular to do, so I brought the kids to a movie. Lots of whining about "I don't want to see that," followed by "wow, that was great." (Toy Story 3).
Tomorrow and Wednesday I send the kids to day camp. I see no reason for them to hang around the house. While they're gone, I get to exercise, get a haircut & run errands. On Wednesday they get their dentist appointment too. (Oh so much excitement I can hardly stand it).
On Thursday I pack up the kids and drive to Lake Charles. We spend the night, then close on the house on Friday.
We drive back Friday afternoon (in two separate vehicles), and spend Saturday and Sunday preparing for the packers to arrive at the house. Since there is a lot of stuff in the house we are leaving (either it belongs to the owners of the house, or we are leaving it for our cleaning gal), there is going to be a lot of signs put up that say "NO."
On Monday the pack/movers are coming & once they're done, we are too. Off to Lake Charles. A week in the hotel (plus or minus), and then life begins again.
I am both looking forward to it, and dreading it at the same time. Mostly I think it just moves us that much closer to school starting, and routines to get back to normal. (Oh how I miss "normal!")
Tomorrow and Wednesday I send the kids to day camp. I see no reason for them to hang around the house. While they're gone, I get to exercise, get a haircut & run errands. On Wednesday they get their dentist appointment too. (Oh so much excitement I can hardly stand it).
On Thursday I pack up the kids and drive to Lake Charles. We spend the night, then close on the house on Friday.
We drive back Friday afternoon (in two separate vehicles), and spend Saturday and Sunday preparing for the packers to arrive at the house. Since there is a lot of stuff in the house we are leaving (either it belongs to the owners of the house, or we are leaving it for our cleaning gal), there is going to be a lot of signs put up that say "NO."
On Monday the pack/movers are coming & once they're done, we are too. Off to Lake Charles. A week in the hotel (plus or minus), and then life begins again.
I am both looking forward to it, and dreading it at the same time. Mostly I think it just moves us that much closer to school starting, and routines to get back to normal. (Oh how I miss "normal!")
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Working Out
I had the surgery on my foot three and a half weeks ago. I had to walk in a boot for three weeks, but now it's off. I have been exercising at a place called the PLEX. It is a place where professional athletes work out, and it's been a lot of fun. The trainers are outstanding, and know how to give you a good workout within your limitations.
So, I have been doing a lot of upper-body strength training, but not much leg work. Which makes me very happy about how my arms/shoulders/back look, but disappointed in lower body stuff.
On the other hand, I have made arrangements to *finally* begin teaching Jazzercise again in August. I figure once I am released to full activity, I will be able to build up my strength and stamina again. I am a little nervous, but I like having a goal.
The cool thing about working out with professional athletes, is that I have been letting go of some of the negative self-talk I've often done. The pros work out for two to three hours at a time. They have a morning workout and an afternoon workout. Then they often do some kind of other physical activity in the evening.
It teaches me that if I want to have a muscular athletic body, I have to put in the time. If I'm not willing to put in the time, there's no use whining about not having the body. One begets the other.
Also, on the thought of "working out," I am pleased to say that we have a contract on a house in Lake Charles, and I have a place to teach Jazzercise as of today. So a lot of things that have been up in the air are now solid. I am SO pleased.
So, I have been doing a lot of upper-body strength training, but not much leg work. Which makes me very happy about how my arms/shoulders/back look, but disappointed in lower body stuff.
On the other hand, I have made arrangements to *finally* begin teaching Jazzercise again in August. I figure once I am released to full activity, I will be able to build up my strength and stamina again. I am a little nervous, but I like having a goal.
The cool thing about working out with professional athletes, is that I have been letting go of some of the negative self-talk I've often done. The pros work out for two to three hours at a time. They have a morning workout and an afternoon workout. Then they often do some kind of other physical activity in the evening.
It teaches me that if I want to have a muscular athletic body, I have to put in the time. If I'm not willing to put in the time, there's no use whining about not having the body. One begets the other.
Also, on the thought of "working out," I am pleased to say that we have a contract on a house in Lake Charles, and I have a place to teach Jazzercise as of today. So a lot of things that have been up in the air are now solid. I am SO pleased.
Sunday, July 04, 2010
Summertime Pictures
A turned six in May. I asked him what kind of treat he wanted to bring to his class, and he chose chocolate chip cookies. So we made them together.
Went to the Houston Museum of Natural Histroy. Among the cool things we saw and did, I think's J's favorite was getting eaten by a dinosaur.
Pool time. The game is "splash as much as you can!" (I know my boys look alike. This is R.)
What is summertime without getting ice cream all over your face? Especially if you are four. (E).
And, of course, no summer is done without MY birthday! T supervised the boys making a cake for me. Yum!
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Oops. Forgot I had a blog.
It just occured to me, that unless you are on Facebook with me, you have no idea what's going on in my life. I have become a Facebook addict. It's just so much fun to hear little snippets about what people are doing, day to day. I have been posting one or two sentences about my days. (If you are on, and want to connect, click here).
So, if you are only reading my blog, you don't know...
1) I finally had surgery on my foot. It turns out that the pain I was experiencing was due to a calcified growth on on my fascia, rather than just an inflammation. It took a long time to figure it out, but it's done now. I'm using what they call a "walking boot" to protect my foot while the stitches heal. I am looking forward to going back to full activity in a few more weeks.
2) "Looking forward to..." is a HUGE understatement. I CANNOT WAIT to be able to jump and dance and go on long walks again. Yesterday would not be too soon!
3) We are preparing to move to Lake Charles, Louisiana. We lived there from 1998 to 2004. J & R were born there; A was conceived there. Suffice to say we have some history there, and I am really looking forward to being settled again. There are a number of communities I can be a part of, and that makes me happy. Also, some of the schools have French language immersion, and I am exploring whether that is a good option for the kids. I hope so.
4) I am now the mother of a 12 year old. And I haven't seen him since he was still 11. I sent the older boys to Colorado to see their grandparents and go to summer camp. They left June 5, and don't come home for another week. I miss them a lot. (Though the house is quieter & less chaotic).
5) I am working on my book on organizing again, and exploring what it means to be have a professional life again. I have put up a Facebook page just dedicated to bringing my professional self out of hibernation. (Click here, then click the "Like" button at the top of the page).
6) I am also doing my best to explore the world of social media. I learned at my industry conference that email is going the way of the fax machine, as people are connecting directly via text & messaging services (like Facebook). I've got a lot to learn, but it's keeping me busy.
Well, I think that's the general update for now. I'll try to remember to post more often.
Also, today my best friend's father is in the hospital. Even though I hear he is doing okay, adding extra prayer never hurts. If you've got some to spare...
So, if you are only reading my blog, you don't know...
1) I finally had surgery on my foot. It turns out that the pain I was experiencing was due to a calcified growth on on my fascia, rather than just an inflammation. It took a long time to figure it out, but it's done now. I'm using what they call a "walking boot" to protect my foot while the stitches heal. I am looking forward to going back to full activity in a few more weeks.
2) "Looking forward to..." is a HUGE understatement. I CANNOT WAIT to be able to jump and dance and go on long walks again. Yesterday would not be too soon!
3) We are preparing to move to Lake Charles, Louisiana. We lived there from 1998 to 2004. J & R were born there; A was conceived there. Suffice to say we have some history there, and I am really looking forward to being settled again. There are a number of communities I can be a part of, and that makes me happy. Also, some of the schools have French language immersion, and I am exploring whether that is a good option for the kids. I hope so.
4) I am now the mother of a 12 year old. And I haven't seen him since he was still 11. I sent the older boys to Colorado to see their grandparents and go to summer camp. They left June 5, and don't come home for another week. I miss them a lot. (Though the house is quieter & less chaotic).
5) I am working on my book on organizing again, and exploring what it means to be have a professional life again. I have put up a Facebook page just dedicated to bringing my professional self out of hibernation. (Click here, then click the "Like" button at the top of the page).
6) I am also doing my best to explore the world of social media. I learned at my industry conference that email is going the way of the fax machine, as people are connecting directly via text & messaging services (like Facebook). I've got a lot to learn, but it's keeping me busy.
Well, I think that's the general update for now. I'll try to remember to post more often.
Also, today my best friend's father is in the hospital. Even though I hear he is doing okay, adding extra prayer never hurts. If you've got some to spare...
Monday, June 21, 2010
It's official.
T's job is in Lake Charles, Louisiana. We'll go house-hunting the weekend after next, and will move as soon as we find a place.
I am not 100% enamoured with the move - but we could do worse. I will be happy to have a home & a community.
Already I have reviewed & confirmed there is Jazzercise, a Yoga Center, and at least two people I remember from living there previously.
I am not 100% enamoured with the move - but we could do worse. I will be happy to have a home & a community.
Already I have reviewed & confirmed there is Jazzercise, a Yoga Center, and at least two people I remember from living there previously.
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