I spent the last year teaching public school and working at Domino's. I was non-renewed at the end of the school year and have been looking for another job since. I wanted to move out of the area and go somewhere else, but my son likes our neighborhood and his preschool plus he is finally potty-trained. I don't want to jeopardize that!
Just discovered that it's possible to make money doing online editing, which I could do from home so I am looking into that because that would be ideal. If I don't find a teaching job, then I can hopefully find an EA job and make money writing/editing from home.
The boy is huge. He is over 3 feel tall and just amazing. He is rarely still from the time he wakes up until he goes to sleep at night. Makes me tired just watching him.
I am still working food-service part-time. It has been very slow so I'm not working much. Plus I am sick of it. Wonder how much money I could make developing press-kits for musicians or testing products and writing reviews???
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Sunday, May 06, 2007
I did it!
I finished all my teacher certification stuff and I am so close to being certified and done. Now if only someone could hire me so I could quit food service, but how would I talk to Joey?
Honestly, Domino's is occasionally my only contact with people other than my family. Isn't that sad? When I quit, I'll have a teaching job and contact with lots of people, which is good. I like people. Plus being the 24 hour caregiver to my 2 year old would suck. He's great some of the time, but not all of the time.
Speaking of the boy, the latest People has this story in it about these two women who met because their sons were killed on Mother's Day. One was in Afghanistan and the other was in Iraq. That was the saddest article ever. Not only do they have the women talking about what their sons were like, but they have pictures of them as little boys and then these sweet little boys went off to war. I cried over that piece.
Honestly, Domino's is occasionally my only contact with people other than my family. Isn't that sad? When I quit, I'll have a teaching job and contact with lots of people, which is good. I like people. Plus being the 24 hour caregiver to my 2 year old would suck. He's great some of the time, but not all of the time.
Speaking of the boy, the latest People has this story in it about these two women who met because their sons were killed on Mother's Day. One was in Afghanistan and the other was in Iraq. That was the saddest article ever. Not only do they have the women talking about what their sons were like, but they have pictures of them as little boys and then these sweet little boys went off to war. I cried over that piece.
Monday, November 20, 2006
Back
Haven't been here in forever. I normally post over on my MySpace blog, which I know is lame, but anyway.
Quincy is now 2 years old and so so big and he talks--in full sentences sometimes.
I still work at Domino's, which I am beginning to loath. I generally have a good time there, but sometimes my co-workers make it seem like hell.
I am in school now at MTSU pursuing my teacher certification. If all goes well, I should be finished in May of 2007 and able to teach full time by fall of 2007. Yeah! I am so proud of me, but it is very hard. Homework is hard with a toddler.
Well, that's my update for now. I'll post more soon.
Quincy is now 2 years old and so so big and he talks--in full sentences sometimes.
I still work at Domino's, which I am beginning to loath. I generally have a good time there, but sometimes my co-workers make it seem like hell.
I am in school now at MTSU pursuing my teacher certification. If all goes well, I should be finished in May of 2007 and able to teach full time by fall of 2007. Yeah! I am so proud of me, but it is very hard. Homework is hard with a toddler.
Well, that's my update for now. I'll post more soon.
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
I am recruiting!
Sadly, I have not found a teaching job yet. I think that will require going back to school as Rutherford County is apparently overrun with more qualified (ie. certified) people than me. So, I am still at Domino's here in Murfreesboro where I am about to be one of two phone people. I am looking to hire another or maybe even two more people. If you live in Murfreesboro, TN, and need a job, come to the Domino's off of Northfield and apply. Please.
Quincy will soon be a year old. I can't believe that. He's so big--crawling and pulling up and talking. He's also stubborn and I can foresee terrible terrible two's on the horizon. He's not very fond of "no" and he hears it a lot. He mostly chooses to forget that he knows what it means, but if I say, put him in the playpen to keep him out of stuff, then he cries because his freedom has been taken away. He still goes right to bed like a good little baby most nights and he's a good eater. So far, the only thing he hasn't liked was Gerber's spaghetti beef and pasta and who can blame him really? It smelled like Spaghetti O's. He gagged. He is loving the juice these days. It's always in his sippy cups and he knows how to work those. He likes doing it himself. I'm pretty sure that milk will work the same way in those, but have only tried it a few times. The only problem with the whole juice thing is his reluctance to quit drinking and the fit he throws until it is out of his sight. That is yet another time where "no" doesn't achieve much.
Well, Quincy is in bed so I am going to go fix something to eat..
Quincy will soon be a year old. I can't believe that. He's so big--crawling and pulling up and talking. He's also stubborn and I can foresee terrible terrible two's on the horizon. He's not very fond of "no" and he hears it a lot. He mostly chooses to forget that he knows what it means, but if I say, put him in the playpen to keep him out of stuff, then he cries because his freedom has been taken away. He still goes right to bed like a good little baby most nights and he's a good eater. So far, the only thing he hasn't liked was Gerber's spaghetti beef and pasta and who can blame him really? It smelled like Spaghetti O's. He gagged. He is loving the juice these days. It's always in his sippy cups and he knows how to work those. He likes doing it himself. I'm pretty sure that milk will work the same way in those, but have only tried it a few times. The only problem with the whole juice thing is his reluctance to quit drinking and the fit he throws until it is out of his sight. That is yet another time where "no" doesn't achieve much.
Well, Quincy is in bed so I am going to go fix something to eat..
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Quincy and other stuff
So, I haven't posted in a while..nothing much has been happening. Work is the same--same people, few customers, which makes for a tedious work environment as there is very little to do while there. Let's see--I came down with some horrible illness the Saturday before last. I had fever over 101 and I haven't had one that high in years. I had forgotten how horrible that is. Quincy came down with what I thought was the same thing Sunday morning, but appparently it isn't, since he has no fever and the pediatrician says it's just congestion/drainage. He sounds bad at night and he still has no teeth. Funny thing---he was sitting on my little sister's lap tonight and usually if he is facing away from you he tries to chew on your knee--well, this time, she had her legs crossed so that her foot was within his reach so he chewed on her foot. It was pretty funny to see.
Monday was Memorial Day. My little sister went to visit the grave of my other son--Quincy's older brother. I used to look at Quincy and think---this is what Christian would have looked like at this age if he had lived and that was true up until a few weeks ago. Christian looked like a mini-version of my father--with lots of very dark hair. Quincy was born with a lot of dark hair, but that has been replaced by a lot of light brown/blondish hair so now I have to think that Christian would have looked distinctly different. I wonder if he would have been happy when his little brother came home from the hospital, happy to play with him. In my head, I can see a little boy with dark hair waving as he went to kindergarten for the first time. That would have been Christian if he were here. I hate that nature robbed him and me of that experience. It makes everything that Quincy does sort of bittersweet, because I am so proud of him, yet a few miles from here lies a little baby boy who never got to do any of the wonderful things Quincy has done so far and will do as he grows. I was so scared when Quincy was born that he wouldn't open his eyes because his older brother never opened his. Quincy's birth was so frightening for me because of that and holding my sweet boy who moved and breathed was very, very different from holding my first son. It's hard not to compare what I am experiencing now with what could have been.
Monday was Memorial Day. My little sister went to visit the grave of my other son--Quincy's older brother. I used to look at Quincy and think---this is what Christian would have looked like at this age if he had lived and that was true up until a few weeks ago. Christian looked like a mini-version of my father--with lots of very dark hair. Quincy was born with a lot of dark hair, but that has been replaced by a lot of light brown/blondish hair so now I have to think that Christian would have looked distinctly different. I wonder if he would have been happy when his little brother came home from the hospital, happy to play with him. In my head, I can see a little boy with dark hair waving as he went to kindergarten for the first time. That would have been Christian if he were here. I hate that nature robbed him and me of that experience. It makes everything that Quincy does sort of bittersweet, because I am so proud of him, yet a few miles from here lies a little baby boy who never got to do any of the wonderful things Quincy has done so far and will do as he grows. I was so scared when Quincy was born that he wouldn't open his eyes because his older brother never opened his. Quincy's birth was so frightening for me because of that and holding my sweet boy who moved and breathed was very, very different from holding my first son. It's hard not to compare what I am experiencing now with what could have been.
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