Tuesday, July 12, 2016

OMG

As I contemplated making my weekly post today I started to calculate how many posts I will make.  I realized a couple weeks ago that the year mark was coming up soon but it's 3p.m. and I just realized that TODAY IS the year mark.  One year from today IS 7/12/17.

What will happen a year from now?
Will I FINALLY get a teaching job?
Do I have some preliminary health symptom now that will flare up wihin the next few months and kill me within a year?  (I could easily become a hypochondriac!)  But my right thumb is really sore today, my left cheek sometimes feels a little tingly, somewhere inside my right hip has been bothering me lately (hopefully it is just a minor injury from climbing out of the pool before we put the steps in) and a spot on my right leg that gives me intermittent tingles is extra electric today.

Will I learn to enjoy life between now and then?  To savor every moment?  To stand up for what I believe in - even if it means standing up to people I believe in but who believe differently than me?

Last night I felt wary from feeling unsettled.  Today I feel rushed.  A year is an incredibly short amount of time!

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Stirring Up My Thoughts

Yesterday I was making barbeque sauce from scratch.  I enjoy cooking and baking.  I think it is another creative outlet for me.  I'm not a total flower-child artist type but creating things through writing, knitting, sewing, cooking, or some similar format gives me a big sense of accomplishment.  I'm also trying to move ever closer to "clean" eating so making things from scratch is essential.  

But every now and then, when I am stirring something that just seems like it will never reach the boiling point, I wonder if it is all worth it.  Would I enjoy life more if I just stuck my head in the sand and ingested a steady diet of high fructose corn syrup?  To borrow a phrase I've heard but never directed at anyone, "fat, dumb and happy" - should I try life that way?  

I can't unknow what I know and I know that would lead to health problems and suffering and early death which I definitely don't want.  So I'll keep on stirring...

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Miscommunication

For over a year now I've been working through the Alternative Certification process to become a teacher.  In May 2015 I got my first certification in Mathematics Grades 4-8.  I applied for many jobs last summer but remained employed as an iPad tech throughout this past school year.  This past April I added a certification in Core Subjects Ec-6 thinking this would make me more marketable.  I've been applying for anything and everything that could potentially lead to my ultimate goal of being a teacher at a campus close to my home.  Often I have felt like Frogger because there are so many ways I could get to my ultimate goal.  I pray a lot about it and have told God I will accept the first job that is offered to me and assume that is where He needs me.

I was trying hard not to invent signs that I thought were from God.  I went on an interview for a clerical position in my 2nd choice district and it went well.  But they drug their feet in making an offer to me.  In the meantime my current principal said she had a position she really wanted me to fill if I could get certified.  A few fays later she told me again how much she really wanted me for that course.  Then it dawned on me - she was offering me the job (contingent on certification).  

Once I realized that I started seeing signs right and left that indeed this was where I was supposed to be.  That night on Facebook a colleague posted a meeme that had a very manly man wearing a unicorn costume with a caption that said, "Sometimes you just gotta say, 'Screw it, I'm gonna be a unicorn'."  (Unicorns are actually our school mascot.)  This reminded me of years ago when I was agonizing over whether to remain at the local grocery store or take a job with AT&T and I went into the kitchen to open a jar and actually looked at the rubber circle used to open jars and it said "AT&T, the right choice."  I hadn't even realized it was an AT&T thingy.  

The next day when I was driving to work the road that has been under construction for 2 years was finally open.  So the road to my campus was paved.  I walked down the hallway and passed the room that would be mine and it was the only door in the whole hallway that was open, even though nobody was in it.

So I began studying for the test.  First I spent every spare minute reading about Textiles.  But at night i would dream about potential test subjects unrelated to what I'd been studying.  One night I dreamed that I was insisting that my last name was Light.  So the next day I studied residential and commercial lighting trends.  The next night I dreamed that I was in an unusual shower.  So then I studied about bathroom design standards.  I was curious to see if my dilligence in studying all these random things would reward me with being able to answer related questions on the test.

In fact there were no questions about lighting or bathrooms on the test.  But, I passed so no harm done.  Two days later I go to the interview (more of a formality) prepared to take it seriously and present my best self since I did have some actual competition for the job.  That's when my principal informed me that HR had informed her that in my first (probationary) year of teaching I could not have a part-time position as this one was.

WOW!

What is going on here?  Not only were the study topics suggested through my dreams not even on the test but now my whole assertion that I would take the first job offered is out the window.  I had even turned down the clerical position when they finally did call me for it explaining that I already had another position in the works.

So I'm back to square one - applying for anything and everything and ready to take the first offer.  But more significantly I'm feeling like the communication tower between my and God has been crashed.  The only bright side I can see is that maybe this means 7/12/17 is also a big misunderstanding.

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Quoting Mark Twain

Yesterday as I was driving I heard on the radio a quote from Mark Twain.  I really liked it and thought I would write a blog about it.  I didn't try to memorize it because I figured I could just google Mark Twain quotes and find it with no problem.  Hours later I tried and found 60 pages of quotes on goodreads.com.  It would help if I could remember the basic subject of the quote but I couldn't.  So I started reading though them and realized I like a lot of Mark Twain quotes, which is odd because I really don't like his novels at all.  After reading even more quotes of his I suspect he'd have something to say about that juxtaposition.  Anyway, here are a few of my favorites:

“Reader, suppose you were an idiot. And suppose you were a member of Congress. But I repeat myself.” 

“A clear conscience is the sure sign of a bad memory.”

“Never argue with stupid people, they will drag you down to their level and then beat you with experience.” 

“If you don't read the newspaper, you're uninformed. If you read the newspaper, you're mis-informed.”

“Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.”

“God created war so that Americans would learn geography.”

Apparently he had some views on religion, education and politicians which he didn't hesitate to share.  It seems like his words would have created quite a scandal in his time, much like Donald Trump does today.  If I could shuffle the order of people I would put those two together on one stage and see what ensued.  As Twain said, "“When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained.”

Thursday, June 9, 2016

Podcasting

Summer comes and I'm off schedule!  Originally I posted every Wednesday but somehow that slipped around to Tuesday.  Every Tuesday on my lunch break I make a post.  Even though I work in education I am still required to work in June and my schedule has changed so much I keep missing my postings.

Anyway - so here I am.  And I was listening to a bunch of nutrition podcasts while I was working this week and on one of them I heard an interesting thought - alzheimer's is like diabetes for the brain.  With diabetes a body gets out of whack largely due to nutrition.  There is now a theory that alzheimer's comes about because improper nutrition robs the brain of elements it needs to function well.

Certainly one more motivation for me to follow a proper diet.  Realistically I have a way better chance of getting Alzheimer's or Dementia than cancer.  Emotionally I'm more afraid of cancer.  Today I really wanted some chocolate but didn't have any available and I was too cheap to go hit up the vending machine.  Also I want to lose six pounds by the end of the month so I was fighting the urge.  I did have a Dr. Pepper in the refrigerator and I contemplated whether that would satisfy my chocolate craving.  Then I thought about all the podcasts I had heard this week and told myself it's not Dr. Pepper - it's cancer in a can.  I made it through the afternoon sans chocolate and sans Dr. Pepper.  Finally after dinner I had Nutella on toast and that took care of the craving.  I was also happy that the Nutella label lists "health fats" and no added sugar.  Can't rationalize the bread though but Nutella on a spoon just didn't sound appealing.

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Paper on the Seat

My mom told a story once about how when her mom would cook a roast she cut it in half and then put both halves in the pot.  My mom asked her mom why she did that and her mom said because that's how her mom (my mom's grandma) did it.  So my mom asked her Grandma why and the grandma said because her pot is too small to fit the roast uncut.  The moral of the story is that some times we pass down something for no good reason.  (I've since heard similar stories from other tellers and wonder now if my mom wasn't just personalizing an urban fable or if it indeed happened.)

A few years ago I noticed that in the restroom in my work building women would come in and out so fast.  I commented to my husband that it seems like all these women must not be putting paper on the seat.  He asked me why I put paper on the seat.  I explained that was how my mother had taught me so that I wouldn't catch anything.  Then he asked what diseases were communicable via a toilet seat. Well, none that I could think of.   Probably when my mom was a little girl in the 1940s when less was known about disease transmittal, that was a reasonable practice.  She passed it down to her children and didn't question it.  

I wonder how much of my life I wasted putting paper on toilet seats.  Every time I go to a public bathroom I feel so free now, almost a little bit rebellious.  Sometimes I still put paper or a liner down if the seat looks questionable but it is so nice not to have to worry about it, especially if I'm at the swimming pool or some other hot day when I'd have to worry about the paper sticking to my legs.  How much of my life have I now reclaimed!

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

A Funeral Playlist

I've mentioned before that I would like my older son to play Billy Joel's "Lullabye" at my funeral.  I've also written about "Seasons in the Sun" by Terry Jacks.  Now I'm thinking I should just start a playlist on some music site because I've come up with another song that might be fitting.  In truth, I can only hope it would be fitting.  Perhaps that is the mark of a good parent - always feeling like they could do more or be more.  I think I've taught my kids to be good people.  I've certainly made mistakes, but through that I hope they've seen that people do make mistakes and after that they can't just give up but they have to deal with the results of that mistake and find a way to move forward.

Two days ago was the best Mother's Day I've had in a long time.  I actually got to see all three of my children.  The older two and I went to a concert of Scott Stapp (former lead singer of Creed).  (Talk about making mistakes and moving on - he could be the poster boy.  I've blogged about him previously.)

Anyway, so I'm still on a Scott Stapp high and I'm cranking up the Creed music via iPot in my car (technology is so cool).  (Yes, I said Pot not Pod - it's a joke.)  Anyway anyway, this morning I was really focused on the lyrics of "Stand Here With Me" and I hope that one day when I am gone my kids will hear the song and think about me.

"Stand Here With Me"


You always reached out to me and helped me believe
All those memories we share
I will cherish every one of them
The truth of it is there's a right way to live
And you showed me
So now you live on in the words of a song
You're a melody

You stand here with me now

Just when fear blinded me you taught me to dream
I'll give you everything I am and still fall short of
What you've done for me
In this life that I live
I hope I can give love unselfishly
I've learned the world is bigger than me
You're my daily dose of reality

You stand here with me now

On and on we sing
On and on we sing this song

'Cause you stand here with me