Lately I've been incredibly busy with school, teaching, work, and babysitting on the side. Nice to have three jobs, eh? Ah well, it pays the bills. Teaching the class is fun, although it's hard to draw the line between being their teacher and being their friend. I think now I've got that line drawn. It's really hard to stay strict. For example, ( Read more... )

I got a bill yesterday from the gas company saying we owed $550 (including $320 for this month's usage). I have an old house with poor insulation, so I understand the current fee--plus I immediately made sure my roommate and I plan to lower the temperature very low when we aren't home/at night ( Read more... )

As Features Editor here at the paper, I've been put in charge of our monthly series on Breast Cancer Awareness, in which we publish one issue a week with 2-3 stories relating to the issue, be it survivors, new support groups, or new technology. While my editor knows of my history, he still thinks I should be able to write about this, saying I have ( Read more... )

So, if you remember last post, I made friends with some professors, including the children's lit one, who encouraged me to follow the Ph.D. in children's lit route. Since then, I've been able to take on five separate classes teaching wise, wherein I will instruct young collegiate minds on works such as "Snow White," "Peter Pan," and "The Mysterious ( Read more... )

I had a grad school meet-and-greet Wednesday after work. It was one of those things where the professors wanted to welcome all new students and let them get to know the "broken in" ones, but only about four new people showed. But it was good. My profs from last semester were glad to see me. One is married to one of my best friends, Paulette, so he' ( Read more... )

I know you guys were waiting ( Read more... )

It's kind of interesting at my new job ... the change from editing to writing is a lot different, but the biggest difference is getting used to my co-workers ( Read more... )

and too tired to type in caps. sorry ( Read more... )

I miss you. I wish I could be celebrating your 29th birthday today. I donated my hair in memory of you, as a birthday present, and today wrote a story with a positive message to show you that I was remembering the good times ( Read more... )

Because I do, at least in three separate instances from this past week. If only I had a censor on me to tell me when NOT to say something. OMG.

Ah, well. Life, you really like to play these games with me, don't you.