I don't know how much of this blog post is going to make sense (Heck, I don't even know what I'm going to write yet!) so if you like well-thought-out discussions of issues that plague/terrify/enlighten/amuse, you have come to the wrong place.
I have been a working woman in a dental office for a nearly two weeks now. I have subsisted on food-in-a-box (frozen dinners), cereal, bagged cut veggies, and pretzels. And chocolate. I just finished off the pretzels and all the rest of my food (including the chocolate) is at the office. Hopefully I'll survive until tomorrow morning. Although really, I could, if I were less tired, run over to Hy-vee, Target, or Walmart to get something (chocolate) to eat. But I'm too tired.
Dr. Hawley (employer and chivalrous carrier of my heavy suitcase) has asked me a couple of times while I was sitting at the front desk after business hours, typing away at some forms, if I was enjoying it ("it" meaning "working in this new scenario"). I have to say I do like it. I'll like it even better when I am confident in what I am doing. Right now, the processes and functions are not yet hard-wired into my neural net so it takes a lot of trial and error, guessing, and clicking icons to do what it is I am supposed to do.
But I do like sitting at a desk doing "office things."
Today we actually had a patient. We are still in the middle of software training so it kind of felt like a dress rehearsal for a play. There was a lot of whispering behind the scenes (hopefully out of earshot of the audience, aka Mr. Patient) about what do we do next and are we doing it right?
I watched a little bit of the procedure being done, and then I thought of all the times when Dr. Hawley used to bug me when he was a little kid. Equating this DOCTOR--who was just today using machinery costing thousands and thousands of dollars on someone's actual tooth--with the whiny twerp named Mike--who was constantly making strange noises and contorting his body into unnatural postures all the time--was difficult. And yet, Mike is still in there, making jokes and eagerly awaiting a good time to light off his newly purchased fireworks (one of which was called Alien Invaders, and I want to see it set off).
I'll kind of miss the office when I'm installed in my home office.
I'm too tired to write any more.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Running around
Paul ran in the Dan Patch 5k race this morning. I'd been pestering him to do it for a few years, but he was always at scout camp or EFY or something. This year, he was home and said he wanted to do it.
Registration was at 8 a.m., which is the time I rousted Paul from his deep sleep to get up. He clambered out of bed and stumbled into his running clothes. Jim took him to the starting line and dropped him off, then came to pick me up.
We waited at the finish line and watched the rain clouds roll in. I was also on the phone with Jenni, until someone shouted "First runner is coming in!" We didn't expect Paul to be first, but we knew he'd be in the first pack. And he was. He came in 5th! 18:38 is his unofficial time.
I forgot my camera, and didn't think to use the phone's camera, so you'll have to do without pictures.
I enjoyed watching Paul finish, even though his facial expression makes me think he's in extreme pain. He said he felt fine. I was excited for all the runners. 99% are doing it not because they think they will win, but because doing so is an accomplishment, something to be proud of for simply doing it. We saw preteens running it, and old guys who looked out of shape. One guy was pushing a double running stroller with his toddlers in it. A daddy/daughter team ran together. They were all inspiring. I wanted to stay til the last one crossed the finish line, but it started to rain so I left. Paul walked the half mile back to the finish line (it amazes me still that runners go for a cool-down run after their race. I'd be dead.).
Now Paul is packing for his canoing/hiking trip on the Apostle Islands. He and I will both be gone next week
Speaking of being gone, I gotta do laundry.
Registration was at 8 a.m., which is the time I rousted Paul from his deep sleep to get up. He clambered out of bed and stumbled into his running clothes. Jim took him to the starting line and dropped him off, then came to pick me up.
We waited at the finish line and watched the rain clouds roll in. I was also on the phone with Jenni, until someone shouted "First runner is coming in!" We didn't expect Paul to be first, but we knew he'd be in the first pack. And he was. He came in 5th! 18:38 is his unofficial time.
I forgot my camera, and didn't think to use the phone's camera, so you'll have to do without pictures.
I enjoyed watching Paul finish, even though his facial expression makes me think he's in extreme pain. He said he felt fine. I was excited for all the runners. 99% are doing it not because they think they will win, but because doing so is an accomplishment, something to be proud of for simply doing it. We saw preteens running it, and old guys who looked out of shape. One guy was pushing a double running stroller with his toddlers in it. A daddy/daughter team ran together. They were all inspiring. I wanted to stay til the last one crossed the finish line, but it started to rain so I left. Paul walked the half mile back to the finish line (it amazes me still that runners go for a cool-down run after their race. I'd be dead.).
Now Paul is packing for his canoing/hiking trip on the Apostle Islands. He and I will both be gone next week
Speaking of being gone, I gotta do laundry.
Friday, June 24, 2011
New boss
I have a new boss. He's a pretty cool guy. He has a dog that he brings to work. He eats my cereal that I brought in to the office. To make up for eating it, he took me out to dinner at Goss's and showed me the stuffed elephant head and a panoramic picture of some bison.
He's an endodontist, which means he treats the roots of teeth. He's also my brother.
...
I am now back from 5 days in South Dakota. I have 5 more to go next week, which will be focused mainly on learning new computer software for Mike's endo practice. I am pretty excited.
I do have pictures, but I am too tired to post them right now. And I have scrub pants to hem up.
I will tell a little bit about today. I got x-rayed a couple of times with the new x-ray gun. Mike doesn't have a fixed x-ray on a movable arm like I've seen at every other dental office; he has a hand-held gun. The dental assistants had to practice with it and used each other, the trainer, and me as guinea pigs. I specifically asked for tooth #14 to be x-rayed because I'd been having some sensitivity issues with it.
Dr. Mike looked at the x-ray (delivered instantaneously via computer--no x-ray film to develop! Isn't technology great?) and concluded that I do not have any root issues. He hypothesized that I have been brushing my teeth too hard and have scratched off some soft enamel under the gum line and said I should use a fluoride rinse and maybe get a glass isonomer fill on it.
I am relieved that I don't have to have a root canal.
He's an endodontist, which means he treats the roots of teeth. He's also my brother.
...
I am now back from 5 days in South Dakota. I have 5 more to go next week, which will be focused mainly on learning new computer software for Mike's endo practice. I am pretty excited.
I do have pictures, but I am too tired to post them right now. And I have scrub pants to hem up.
I will tell a little bit about today. I got x-rayed a couple of times with the new x-ray gun. Mike doesn't have a fixed x-ray on a movable arm like I've seen at every other dental office; he has a hand-held gun. The dental assistants had to practice with it and used each other, the trainer, and me as guinea pigs. I specifically asked for tooth #14 to be x-rayed because I'd been having some sensitivity issues with it.
Dr. Mike looked at the x-ray (delivered instantaneously via computer--no x-ray film to develop! Isn't technology great?) and concluded that I do not have any root issues. He hypothesized that I have been brushing my teeth too hard and have scratched off some soft enamel under the gum line and said I should use a fluoride rinse and maybe get a glass isonomer fill on it.
I am relieved that I don't have to have a root canal.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Ditching the chores
Before school ended, I told Jim that I wanted to do something fun with whatever children we still have lying around the house before I had to start my new job. I wanted to do something that would get me out of the house and into the sunshine (but not directly into it. I am not a fan of being hot. Or sunburned) (and only into sunshine and not directly into nature. Because even the nature in my yard has tried to kill me. For example, the TICK from two days ago). We decided on going to a Twins day game.
We took Matt and Hayley. They were the only two kids I found in the house. Paul must be somewhere else (he's at EFY).
Because I am a nervous downtown driver (and I like parking downtown even less), I opted to take the light rail from the Mall of America (or as we like to call it, Mollica Merica, thanks to an odd pronunciation by Matt when he was little. Or was it Paul?).
I like light rail. I loved light rail excursions in the Bay Area, and it was an enormous help when we lived in Portland. So don't be hating on mass transit in my presence.
We had seats way up high, but we were in the shaded section (which remained shaded through the whole game) and we could see everything we wanted to see.
The game was kind of a sleeper (a fast sleeper, though, taking up only 2 hours and 10 minutes). The Twins won 1-0 on a home run by Cuddyer. Aside from the game itself, we enjoyed the sunshine, the breeze, and the cookies and cotton candy we brought with us to the game (I bought treats totalling $4. One cotton candy from a stadium vendor is $7.50!!!).
It was nice to get out of the house.
We took Matt and Hayley. They were the only two kids I found in the house. Paul must be somewhere else (he's at EFY).
Because I am a nervous downtown driver (and I like parking downtown even less), I opted to take the light rail from the Mall of America (or as we like to call it, Mollica Merica, thanks to an odd pronunciation by Matt when he was little. Or was it Paul?).
I like light rail. I loved light rail excursions in the Bay Area, and it was an enormous help when we lived in Portland. So don't be hating on mass transit in my presence.
We had seats way up high, but we were in the shaded section (which remained shaded through the whole game) and we could see everything we wanted to see.
The game was kind of a sleeper (a fast sleeper, though, taking up only 2 hours and 10 minutes). The Twins won 1-0 on a home run by Cuddyer. Aside from the game itself, we enjoyed the sunshine, the breeze, and the cookies and cotton candy we brought with us to the game (I bought treats totalling $4. One cotton candy from a stadium vendor is $7.50!!!).It was nice to get out of the house.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Heebie-Jeebies
Our lawn is conspiring against me. It has joined forces with THE ENEMY.
After walking across our yard--a yard that has until now seemed friendly to us--Jim found a wannabe-ninja tick on his shoe, no doubt trying to assassinate my poor defenseless husband. If its mission had been successful, I'm sure the heartless marauder would have come after me.
I will now be spending the rest of the summer safely inside my house. I am contemplating the addition of several clean rooms for persons entering the house where they will strip down to their skivvies and submit themselves to several body scans to make sure we as a household are not infiltrated by the shadowy murderous forces of Dermacentor variabilis.
After walking across our yard--a yard that has until now seemed friendly to us--Jim found a wannabe-ninja tick on his shoe, no doubt trying to assassinate my poor defenseless husband. If its mission had been successful, I'm sure the heartless marauder would have come after me.
I will now be spending the rest of the summer safely inside my house. I am contemplating the addition of several clean rooms for persons entering the house where they will strip down to their skivvies and submit themselves to several body scans to make sure we as a household are not infiltrated by the shadowy murderous forces of Dermacentor variabilis.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
The reproductive capacity of things on my dresser
(subtitle: I'm cleaning my room)
Did you know keys can multiply? If left alone to their own devices in containers on your dresser, two keys can turn into several dozen. I know this because I recently cleaned off my dresser, and in the process of going through two containers that held odds and ends, I came up with enough keys to outfit several janitors.
I have no idea what the keys unlocked, so I threw them out based on the popular theory that if you haven't used something in the last year, you should get rid of it (this theory does apply to children, which is why I try to use mine as often as possible). I had no idea these keys even existed.
You know what else multiplies if left alone, untouched for many years, on a dresser top? Old cell phones. I had no idea we have gone through so many. I don't think you are allowed to throw them in the garbage, so I did the only thing I could think of to get rid of them--I complained to Jim that we have way too many old cell phones on the dresser.
They were gone this morning.
Did you know keys can multiply? If left alone to their own devices in containers on your dresser, two keys can turn into several dozen. I know this because I recently cleaned off my dresser, and in the process of going through two containers that held odds and ends, I came up with enough keys to outfit several janitors.
I have no idea what the keys unlocked, so I threw them out based on the popular theory that if you haven't used something in the last year, you should get rid of it (this theory does apply to children, which is why I try to use mine as often as possible). I had no idea these keys even existed.
You know what else multiplies if left alone, untouched for many years, on a dresser top? Old cell phones. I had no idea we have gone through so many. I don't think you are allowed to throw them in the garbage, so I did the only thing I could think of to get rid of them--I complained to Jim that we have way too many old cell phones on the dresser.
They were gone this morning.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
A few pictures from my Florida trip
Most of the pertinent pictures of my trip have already been posted by my sister but I thought I'd share maybe a few behind the scenes photos. I don't have many of me, but that's ok. Hopefully it's ok with my sister that I am going to post pictures of her family.
Travis is learning the art of the photobomber here, or he's REALLY happy that his daughter graduated.
This next photo is a little deceptive. Jen looks completely relaxed and happy. But I think she got a little teary-eyed several times during the weekend. And of course she should be a little weepy; her daughter just graduated from high school.
Maddie loves her kitties. This particular kitty, upon meeting me, climbed right up my leg and wanted to play. He loved the ties on my capris and would jump and run and cavort at nothing. Maddie is pretty cute too.
This is pretty much my contribution to the weekend. I baked, mixed, and frosted. That there is 3 tiers, made from 8 layers of cake. 
Mmmmmmm cake!
Finally I have a great picture of a team of cake decorators.
Their biggest contribution was rolling the many fondant marbles that edged each tier. And they helped me count cups of powdered sugar. It was a treat to work with them; all three are funny and cheerful. I have great nieces!
Travis is learning the art of the photobomber here, or he's REALLY happy that his daughter graduated.
This next photo is a little deceptive. Jen looks completely relaxed and happy. But I think she got a little teary-eyed several times during the weekend. And of course she should be a little weepy; her daughter just graduated from high school.
Maddie loves her kitties. This particular kitty, upon meeting me, climbed right up my leg and wanted to play. He loved the ties on my capris and would jump and run and cavort at nothing. Maddie is pretty cute too.
This is pretty much my contribution to the weekend. I baked, mixed, and frosted. That there is 3 tiers, made from 8 layers of cake. 
Mmmmmmm cake!Finally I have a great picture of a team of cake decorators.
Their biggest contribution was rolling the many fondant marbles that edged each tier. And they helped me count cups of powdered sugar. It was a treat to work with them; all three are funny and cheerful. I have great nieces!
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Last days
Last day of school and work.
After today, I'll have yet another senior, and a freshman, and a 7th grader. Hold my horses, my baby will be in 7th grade!
It is also my last day of work for a little while. It may very well be my last day of work at my particular job. I don't talk much about my job on this blog for privacy reasons, not my own privacy obviously, since I talk way too much about myself on here to consider this a private blog, but to protect the privacy of the children I work with.
It has been a good job. I have enjoyed being around most of the children I've come to know. Most of them are friendly and happy, which makes me friendly and happy. I like my co-workers at both sites (I worked at two different places). They've all been easy to get along with and very helpful to a newbie (me). They made leaving home to go to work easy on a stay-at-home mom wannabe who hasn't been in the workforce for almost two decades.
I've learned more about patience at this job. Little kids don't know how to behave properly yet and it's been my job to be a part of that learning. And that learning takes time. I've learned to set aside my natural tendency towards using sharp words and my "angry face" while dealing with these kids. My co-workers have been great examples in even-temperedness (and I'm not just saying that because one of them might read this). It's ok not to get angry at misbehavior. Anger doesn't make the misbehavior go away. I haven't found a perfect antidote to misbehavior in children, but I have learned not to take it personally.
I am grateful for this job. It came at the perfect time when I needed it after giving up the job babysitting Fake Child. It was easy to assimilate into and it was in my comfort zone. It didn't demand 8 hours (sometimes it demanded 9, but most of the time only 2-5 hours) and that was helpful since I was also teaching seminary.
I got paid to watch movies, play "garbage," watch floor hockey and dodgeball, make paper airplanes, weave baskets, eat snacks, and sit outside on the playground. It was a good gig.
After today, I'll have yet another senior, and a freshman, and a 7th grader. Hold my horses, my baby will be in 7th grade!
It is also my last day of work for a little while. It may very well be my last day of work at my particular job. I don't talk much about my job on this blog for privacy reasons, not my own privacy obviously, since I talk way too much about myself on here to consider this a private blog, but to protect the privacy of the children I work with.
It has been a good job. I have enjoyed being around most of the children I've come to know. Most of them are friendly and happy, which makes me friendly and happy. I like my co-workers at both sites (I worked at two different places). They've all been easy to get along with and very helpful to a newbie (me). They made leaving home to go to work easy on a stay-at-home mom wannabe who hasn't been in the workforce for almost two decades.
I've learned more about patience at this job. Little kids don't know how to behave properly yet and it's been my job to be a part of that learning. And that learning takes time. I've learned to set aside my natural tendency towards using sharp words and my "angry face" while dealing with these kids. My co-workers have been great examples in even-temperedness (and I'm not just saying that because one of them might read this). It's ok not to get angry at misbehavior. Anger doesn't make the misbehavior go away. I haven't found a perfect antidote to misbehavior in children, but I have learned not to take it personally.
I am grateful for this job. It came at the perfect time when I needed it after giving up the job babysitting Fake Child. It was easy to assimilate into and it was in my comfort zone. It didn't demand 8 hours (sometimes it demanded 9, but most of the time only 2-5 hours) and that was helpful since I was also teaching seminary.
I got paid to watch movies, play "garbage," watch floor hockey and dodgeball, make paper airplanes, weave baskets, eat snacks, and sit outside on the playground. It was a good gig.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Gah!
I am in Florida for one more night. I thought I would blog more, but it turned out that I spent my time doing more important things.
So my list for tonight is Ten things that are more important than blogging while in Florida visiting my sister and her family for my niece Morgan's graduation.
1. Bake a cake. And when I say I baked a cake, I really baked 8 cakes. 8 layers to make 3 tiers. Picture later. So baking was done rather than blogging.
2. Make frosting. 8 batches of my own special buttercream icing. I had *niecial help in the area of counting cups of powdered sugar. Maddie was the official counter, Rozzie was the backup counter, and Morgan was the assistant to the backup counter. I tend to miscount the number of cups of powdered sugar so I needed their special counting skills. Thank you girls!
3. Assemble a cake. It took some time to assemble the layers in the right order. You can't put a rectangle layer with a circular layer to make a tier.
4. Eat at Sorbello's where they had on the menu an item called "Sara's Special." It had everything I love--shrimp, pasta, spinach and mushrooms. Of course I had to eat it (for those of you who stalk my blog and have never met me, my name is Sara).
5. Convince my dear brother-in-law to help peel potatoes while watching a hockey game. I know he was tired and probably wanted to relax in front of the TV, but potatoes do not peel themselves. And I didn't want to do it all by myself.
6. Visit with a cousin. Hi Andrea! I am so glad you were able to stop by!
7. Cut up celery. Like potatoes, celery does not cut itself. And we MUST have celery in THE potato salad.
8. Eat potato salad. And broccoli salad. And 7-layer dip (which was actually only 5 layers). And meatballs. And funnel cake. And chips. And Chinese Ramen noodle salad. And spinach dip on Hawaiian rolls. And and and and.....there was a lot of food. And all of it was yummy!
9. Watch Morgan graduate. She's a wonderful young lady with excitement ahead of her in a week when she leaves for college. Go Morgan! I'll be watching her play sousaphone in the BYU marching band. Will you?
10. Pet and cuddle with an adorable little kitty who tried to climb me like I was a tree.
Tomorrow, Mother and I head home.
And to stalker Lisa (you know who you are), it was so nice to chat with you at both parties!
*an adjective I made up to define the special kind of help given only by nieces
So my list for tonight is Ten things that are more important than blogging while in Florida visiting my sister and her family for my niece Morgan's graduation.
1. Bake a cake. And when I say I baked a cake, I really baked 8 cakes. 8 layers to make 3 tiers. Picture later. So baking was done rather than blogging.
2. Make frosting. 8 batches of my own special buttercream icing. I had *niecial help in the area of counting cups of powdered sugar. Maddie was the official counter, Rozzie was the backup counter, and Morgan was the assistant to the backup counter. I tend to miscount the number of cups of powdered sugar so I needed their special counting skills. Thank you girls!
3. Assemble a cake. It took some time to assemble the layers in the right order. You can't put a rectangle layer with a circular layer to make a tier.
4. Eat at Sorbello's where they had on the menu an item called "Sara's Special." It had everything I love--shrimp, pasta, spinach and mushrooms. Of course I had to eat it (for those of you who stalk my blog and have never met me, my name is Sara).
5. Convince my dear brother-in-law to help peel potatoes while watching a hockey game. I know he was tired and probably wanted to relax in front of the TV, but potatoes do not peel themselves. And I didn't want to do it all by myself.
6. Visit with a cousin. Hi Andrea! I am so glad you were able to stop by!
7. Cut up celery. Like potatoes, celery does not cut itself. And we MUST have celery in THE potato salad.
8. Eat potato salad. And broccoli salad. And 7-layer dip (which was actually only 5 layers). And meatballs. And funnel cake. And chips. And Chinese Ramen noodle salad. And spinach dip on Hawaiian rolls. And and and and.....there was a lot of food. And all of it was yummy!
9. Watch Morgan graduate. She's a wonderful young lady with excitement ahead of her in a week when she leaves for college. Go Morgan! I'll be watching her play sousaphone in the BYU marching band. Will you?
10. Pet and cuddle with an adorable little kitty who tried to climb me like I was a tree.
Tomorrow, Mother and I head home.
And to stalker Lisa (you know who you are), it was so nice to chat with you at both parties!
*an adjective I made up to define the special kind of help given only by nieces
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Thursday, June 2, 2011
I am now in Florida
But Delta tried their very best to prevent me from getting there.
When mom and I got to Memphis, we rushed to the gate to catch our connecting flight. Not a minute after getting there, the gate attendant announced there would be an indefinite delay. A few minutes later, another person got on the intercom and said, "We have a maintenance problem. This plane is broke."
I had a giggle at that. Either the plane's wallet is extra, or it is cracked in half down the middle.
And that was the last of my laughing. Not that we were in danger of being stuck forever in terminal limbo, but....sob...we were forced to RUN.
After it was announced that the plane was "broke," we were told to go to a different gate for an update. I don't know why we had to wait at a different gate to be told what was going to happen with the flight, yet we went. I think the airport personnel were bored and wanted some entertainment so they had the plane "break down" just so they could watch harried passengers run around the airport.
When we got to the new gate, we were told that there was a possibility we could get on a flight from Memphis to Atlanta, and then from Atlanta to Jacksonville. So I lined up (while mother took her ease in a chair and read a book) to see what the deal was. I have never been in a line that moved that slowly.
The gate agent FINALLY got to me and then she promptly jammed the printer. We got on the new flight to Atlanta/Jacksonville, but the plane was supposed to leave the gate in five minutes. We were a good ten-minute walk away. We had to hustle.
We made it though. It was very late by the time we arrived in Jacksonville. And awaiting us at the baggage claim was another long line for me to stand in, because our bags had not made the trip with us.
Sigh.
At least Jenni was there to pick us up.
Our bags arrived at 10 a.m. this morning and all is well now.
Except it's hot.
When mom and I got to Memphis, we rushed to the gate to catch our connecting flight. Not a minute after getting there, the gate attendant announced there would be an indefinite delay. A few minutes later, another person got on the intercom and said, "We have a maintenance problem. This plane is broke."
I had a giggle at that. Either the plane's wallet is extra, or it is cracked in half down the middle.
And that was the last of my laughing. Not that we were in danger of being stuck forever in terminal limbo, but....sob...we were forced to RUN.
After it was announced that the plane was "broke," we were told to go to a different gate for an update. I don't know why we had to wait at a different gate to be told what was going to happen with the flight, yet we went. I think the airport personnel were bored and wanted some entertainment so they had the plane "break down" just so they could watch harried passengers run around the airport.
When we got to the new gate, we were told that there was a possibility we could get on a flight from Memphis to Atlanta, and then from Atlanta to Jacksonville. So I lined up (while mother took her ease in a chair and read a book) to see what the deal was. I have never been in a line that moved that slowly.
The gate agent FINALLY got to me and then she promptly jammed the printer. We got on the new flight to Atlanta/Jacksonville, but the plane was supposed to leave the gate in five minutes. We were a good ten-minute walk away. We had to hustle.
We made it though. It was very late by the time we arrived in Jacksonville. And awaiting us at the baggage claim was another long line for me to stand in, because our bags had not made the trip with us.
Sigh.
At least Jenni was there to pick us up.
Our bags arrived at 10 a.m. this morning and all is well now.
Except it's hot.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
I'm supposed to be packing
But I'd rather blog.
I have RUNNING pictures. I didn't take them, though. They were taken by another track team parent. So thanks, Julie!
I couldn't go to Paul's track meet because (sigh) I had to work til 6 p.m. So I missed Paul's new personal best. He ran the 3200m in 10:31. I have a hard time backing the van out of the garage in 10 1/2 minutes!
He's temporarily airborne:
He makes it look easy.
Last night was his last run for this year in track. One more year!
Switching gears, yes, I'm supposed to be packing. My mother and I are leaving for Florida this afternoon to attend Morgan's graduation (Morgan is my niece). I am very excited! Jenni and I coordinated the births of our children so that none of them graduate in the same year (ha! not really) so we can each concentrate on only one graduate each year. I promise I'll blog while I'm gone.
Also today was the last day of seminary.
These kids were alternately rowdy and sleepy, but I had such a good time with them. I loved our game Fridays because some of the kids who "slept" through the other four days woke up and took the game seriously. My favorite incident was during the scavenger hunt when Sr. O called for something green and Jason (the kid in the front and center sitting cross-legged) picked up one of the freshmen and laid him on the table because the freshman had a green shirt on. That same game, Paul won a point for his team by coming up with a text from his mother and placing it on the table.
Three months and I'll be teaching the Old Testament.
Wish me luck.
I have RUNNING pictures. I didn't take them, though. They were taken by another track team parent. So thanks, Julie!
I couldn't go to Paul's track meet because (sigh) I had to work til 6 p.m. So I missed Paul's new personal best. He ran the 3200m in 10:31. I have a hard time backing the van out of the garage in 10 1/2 minutes!
He's temporarily airborne:
He makes it look easy.Last night was his last run for this year in track. One more year!
Switching gears, yes, I'm supposed to be packing. My mother and I are leaving for Florida this afternoon to attend Morgan's graduation (Morgan is my niece). I am very excited! Jenni and I coordinated the births of our children so that none of them graduate in the same year (ha! not really) so we can each concentrate on only one graduate each year. I promise I'll blog while I'm gone.
Also today was the last day of seminary.
These kids were alternately rowdy and sleepy, but I had such a good time with them. I loved our game Fridays because some of the kids who "slept" through the other four days woke up and took the game seriously. My favorite incident was during the scavenger hunt when Sr. O called for something green and Jason (the kid in the front and center sitting cross-legged) picked up one of the freshmen and laid him on the table because the freshman had a green shirt on. That same game, Paul won a point for his team by coming up with a text from his mother and placing it on the table.Three months and I'll be teaching the Old Testament.
Wish me luck.
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