It speaks!
Well hello to any and all who still peek at this.
I noticed it had been over 6 months since I posted and well... I'm not doing anything else! We'll lay out what's going on here...
Work--by extention, school--
I made it through my first year of teaching to tell the tale. The first half was very...very rocky. I didn't think I was going to be able to keep on keeping on. However, after I got my kids for the second half of the year, pulled myself up by my proverbial bootstraps, and came in with the attitude of "Yeah, you're idots, I'm an idiot, but I'm queen idiot in this room, bitches" I was able to actually enjoy what I did. Sure, there were rough days, moments were I wished beating children was legal, and times where I just wanted to call in sick.... But then there were times when my kids told me they finally understood things...that they loved doing a certain project, and that they actually thought I was a really cool teacher. I chaperoned prom and was flirted with shamelessly by some kids....I acquired a mini-fanclub in my first block, and I finally just felt good about going to work. I learned how to manage my workload. By the end, it was great; though, I was still more than ready for summer.
Now, I'm home, and I'm starting to run out of things to do. Though, I have started my Masters degree. I'm taking it entirely online and doing an accelerated 10 month program instead of taking 2 1/2 years to do it. First class is already done and passed with a B. Did I mention my standards for myself have lowered a bit when I realized I simply have to pass to get my pay raise from this? Yeah...
Home life
First, my relationship with my parents is really awesome. I've finally gotten to a point in life where I can see them as friends as well as parents, respect some decisions they've made that I thought were rediculous, and even have fun with them. Namely, this is a huge improvement for me and Mom. Anyone who knew me through high school and college knew that things between us were definitely more of a love-hate set up. Now, I call her just to say hey, go over to hang out, and can spend an entire day without wanting to jab something sharp into one of our eyes. Dad's finally happy. It took a while after the divorce for him to really find himself, but now he's just enjoying it. They both have significant others and live with them, and genuinely seem like things are going well. Yay for that.
Dean and I are nearing our 5 year anniversary. This amazes me for a few reasons. First, who would have thought I would be with someone this long, right? That, and I just am surprized that he has been able to put up with the varying degrees of bullshit I've thrown his way. He's been with me through a lot of tough times and I can't express how much that means. We nearly split back in....October or November. Between the stress of finding out how to live with one another (I'd moved in), the stress of adjusting to a full time job, the stress of having some of the absolute worst monsters in the world....I wasn't me. I was nearly perpetually unhappy, sleeping whenever I wasn't forcing myself to do something important, and I wasn't being good to him. He tried his damnedest to cheer me up, to make things easier, but when I stopped trying to make things work, he started to give up, too. We split for a week and really found out just how important we were to each other. WE're back together and I think our relationship is in a new, more honest place. Things are good. We've really been transitioning into an adult couple over the last year, I think. Sure, we'd been together for 4 years, but I don't think the real world and being an adult in all it's shitastic or fantastic glory had hit us. We were still honeymooning in that inbetween phase where things were relatively easy and pretty damned good. WE can talk more candidly about things that are worrying us, be it about us or our lives. We can still have fun and laugh at ourselves and others. In short, we're a new kind of good.
Finally, I have acquired a fur-baby. In February, I got a yorkie-poo puppy who I promitly named ted on account of the fact that he looked like a teddy bear. I wanted to buck the trend of naming dogs bear, so Ted is was. He's been a souce of amusement, of love, of frustration, and of tears. Ted's first 5 months went floatingly. He was quite easy to potty train, he was affectionate, and he was playful. Months 6 and 7 (where we currently are) have been more rough. He started sleeping way too much, wouldn't touch his food, and began throwing up. I took him to the vet who told me it was his kidneys, kept him for three days, and sent him home with meds and a special diet. He wouldn't touch the food, was still sleeping way too much and generally wasn't himself. I took him back in and they gave him more fluids and said to get him to eat anything, as it had been nearly 5 days since he had. We got him on people food (chicken and ham) and he kept improving. However, none of his tests did. The first vet diagnossed him with juvinile kidney failure and said that we'd just have to see how long he felt well and go from there. I took him to a second vet who did a barrage of tests and, while optimistic, came out with the same result. However, he's back to his old self, if not a little more peppy than he used to be. He's playing and going for daily walks, eating (dog food again, thankfully), and being pesty. (he's currently whining at me for some reason.) I think the plan now is to wait a few months and, provided he doesn't take a turn for the worst sooner, get his blood checked again and see if it was just a fluke.
Anywho.... that's all I have for right now. I need to go throw a beef roast in the crock pot for tonight and tackle some laundry. Take care any and all who still read.
I noticed it had been over 6 months since I posted and well... I'm not doing anything else! We'll lay out what's going on here...
Work--by extention, school--
I made it through my first year of teaching to tell the tale. The first half was very...very rocky. I didn't think I was going to be able to keep on keeping on. However, after I got my kids for the second half of the year, pulled myself up by my proverbial bootstraps, and came in with the attitude of "Yeah, you're idots, I'm an idiot, but I'm queen idiot in this room, bitches" I was able to actually enjoy what I did. Sure, there were rough days, moments were I wished beating children was legal, and times where I just wanted to call in sick.... But then there were times when my kids told me they finally understood things...that they loved doing a certain project, and that they actually thought I was a really cool teacher. I chaperoned prom and was flirted with shamelessly by some kids....I acquired a mini-fanclub in my first block, and I finally just felt good about going to work. I learned how to manage my workload. By the end, it was great; though, I was still more than ready for summer.
Now, I'm home, and I'm starting to run out of things to do. Though, I have started my Masters degree. I'm taking it entirely online and doing an accelerated 10 month program instead of taking 2 1/2 years to do it. First class is already done and passed with a B. Did I mention my standards for myself have lowered a bit when I realized I simply have to pass to get my pay raise from this? Yeah...
Home life
First, my relationship with my parents is really awesome. I've finally gotten to a point in life where I can see them as friends as well as parents, respect some decisions they've made that I thought were rediculous, and even have fun with them. Namely, this is a huge improvement for me and Mom. Anyone who knew me through high school and college knew that things between us were definitely more of a love-hate set up. Now, I call her just to say hey, go over to hang out, and can spend an entire day without wanting to jab something sharp into one of our eyes. Dad's finally happy. It took a while after the divorce for him to really find himself, but now he's just enjoying it. They both have significant others and live with them, and genuinely seem like things are going well. Yay for that.
Dean and I are nearing our 5 year anniversary. This amazes me for a few reasons. First, who would have thought I would be with someone this long, right? That, and I just am surprized that he has been able to put up with the varying degrees of bullshit I've thrown his way. He's been with me through a lot of tough times and I can't express how much that means. We nearly split back in....October or November. Between the stress of finding out how to live with one another (I'd moved in), the stress of adjusting to a full time job, the stress of having some of the absolute worst monsters in the world....I wasn't me. I was nearly perpetually unhappy, sleeping whenever I wasn't forcing myself to do something important, and I wasn't being good to him. He tried his damnedest to cheer me up, to make things easier, but when I stopped trying to make things work, he started to give up, too. We split for a week and really found out just how important we were to each other. WE're back together and I think our relationship is in a new, more honest place. Things are good. We've really been transitioning into an adult couple over the last year, I think. Sure, we'd been together for 4 years, but I don't think the real world and being an adult in all it's shitastic or fantastic glory had hit us. We were still honeymooning in that inbetween phase where things were relatively easy and pretty damned good. WE can talk more candidly about things that are worrying us, be it about us or our lives. We can still have fun and laugh at ourselves and others. In short, we're a new kind of good.
Finally, I have acquired a fur-baby. In February, I got a yorkie-poo puppy who I promitly named ted on account of the fact that he looked like a teddy bear. I wanted to buck the trend of naming dogs bear, so Ted is was. He's been a souce of amusement, of love, of frustration, and of tears. Ted's first 5 months went floatingly. He was quite easy to potty train, he was affectionate, and he was playful. Months 6 and 7 (where we currently are) have been more rough. He started sleeping way too much, wouldn't touch his food, and began throwing up. I took him to the vet who told me it was his kidneys, kept him for three days, and sent him home with meds and a special diet. He wouldn't touch the food, was still sleeping way too much and generally wasn't himself. I took him back in and they gave him more fluids and said to get him to eat anything, as it had been nearly 5 days since he had. We got him on people food (chicken and ham) and he kept improving. However, none of his tests did. The first vet diagnossed him with juvinile kidney failure and said that we'd just have to see how long he felt well and go from there. I took him to a second vet who did a barrage of tests and, while optimistic, came out with the same result. However, he's back to his old self, if not a little more peppy than he used to be. He's playing and going for daily walks, eating (dog food again, thankfully), and being pesty. (he's currently whining at me for some reason.) I think the plan now is to wait a few months and, provided he doesn't take a turn for the worst sooner, get his blood checked again and see if it was just a fluke.
Anywho.... that's all I have for right now. I need to go throw a beef roast in the crock pot for tonight and tackle some laundry. Take care any and all who still read.