Friday, September 30, 2005
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
I have a BLOG? Since when?????
Ok, so I haven't posted in a while...but all for VERY good reasons. I am now on a Design Team....DREAM COME TRUE!! I can cross one more goal for the year off my list! YAHOOO! The experience at The Scrapbook Stand is even better than I could have ever imagined. Good thing I didn't know how great it would be before I started...I probably would have worried myself into a nut house during those few days of waiting for the calls to go out, lol.
I've also been SUPER busy with work....7 new clients last week and 7 new this week. The "boss" wants me to take over more of the work...nice compliment...but for the money he wants to give me, I just don't think it is worth my time right now. I honestly think I worth more than the offer. It's just that I have that stigma of SAHM so people think they can pay you less since you don't actually leave the house. Well, I'll tell you, even though I may not be showered as a work (or have even gotten out of my jammies all day) it DOES NOT mean that I can't do kick ass work. And I figure he must know that since he wants me to take over a lot more work...but he just doesn't want to compensate me for it...oh well.
I actually went out to dinner with the family a few nights ago. It was a blast to be out and with family. Although I am DEARLY paying for it these past few days and will probably be for a little while longer, it was worth it to see my dh and family smiling and so happy to be out together. I wish for those days to return again on a regular basis soon.
Sarah is a MOBILE MANIAC!! She went from barely crawling backwards to speeding around the basement at light speed. If her independent attitude was showing before, well now it is FULL BLAST! You can't hold this child back....she knows what she likes, when she likes it and for how long. Boy, I wonder where she gets it from??
The pic is of my and our dog, Nugget. It seems like it is time to get rid of him. I hate to do it, but with dd running around and this dog BARKING all the time, we just can't do it. PLUS, he INSISTS on pooping in the house...my fault I know...and with dd crawling now, I can't have her crawling through dookie, can I? I think not....not even if I clean that floor every five minutes....So this is probably the last pic I'll have with him before we find him a new owner....love you Nugget! I'm so sorry....
Sunday, September 11, 2005
remembering 9/11
As a New Yorker, I will never forget this day. It is burned into my memory. Here is what I experienced in Queens, New York:
I arrived at school and began teaching my third grade class as usual. During a math lesson, one of my fellow teachers entered the room and told me there had been a terrible plane accident. Stunned and saddened, I continued teaching the class. About ten minutes later my student teacher walked the students to their science lab on the third floor. I walked into the teacher's lounge and saw a sight I will never forget. About ten teachers were hudled around the television watching the second plane hit Tower 2. I immediately panicked and ran to the phone to call my husband, who was working in the same area that day. After many frantic attempts, I finally got through to his phone, but only for a few moments before he lost his signal. He was stuck on the bridge, everyone was out of their cars and he watched the planes hit the towers. He said everyone on the bridge was screaming.
A few moments, which felt like an eternity, later an announcement came over the load speaker to gather all students because Mr. Green was in the building (Mr. Green is our lock-down code) I ran upstairs, composed myself and took my kids to our classroom. We were instructed to put the kids in the back of the room, shut all the lights and stay away from the windows. We also had to lock all the doors. It was terrifying. But I had to act as if nothing was wrong. I worried about the other teachers who had husbands who were fire fighters, I worried about my husband, I worried about those in the buildings, and I worried for my students, many of whose parents worked in the city.
Soon, we heard blaring sirens as all the fire trucks in the area were dispatched to the wtc. The kids began to worry as we remianed in the dark, huddled in a corner, reading stories. I simply couldn't teach. As the hours went by, most of the children were picked up by their parents...and the remianing students began crying, as they knew something was up. I was filled with dread that their parents may me hurt or worse.
It was the longest day of my life. I finally left school at 7 that night after all the children were picked up. The school was filled with fear and sorrow. Two of our students lost family members.
For a least a week afterward, we could still smell the burning smoke in our classrooms. It was terrible. And for the entire next two years, every student and every teacher in our building jumped when we heard sirens outside our windows. We relived the fear everytime.
My husband got off that bridge and made it home safely. I took me a long time to cry...the shock of it all was too much to take.
I'll never forget this terrible day. It is burned into my memory. Thanks for letting me share.
I arrived at school and began teaching my third grade class as usual. During a math lesson, one of my fellow teachers entered the room and told me there had been a terrible plane accident. Stunned and saddened, I continued teaching the class. About ten minutes later my student teacher walked the students to their science lab on the third floor. I walked into the teacher's lounge and saw a sight I will never forget. About ten teachers were hudled around the television watching the second plane hit Tower 2. I immediately panicked and ran to the phone to call my husband, who was working in the same area that day. After many frantic attempts, I finally got through to his phone, but only for a few moments before he lost his signal. He was stuck on the bridge, everyone was out of their cars and he watched the planes hit the towers. He said everyone on the bridge was screaming.
A few moments, which felt like an eternity, later an announcement came over the load speaker to gather all students because Mr. Green was in the building (Mr. Green is our lock-down code) I ran upstairs, composed myself and took my kids to our classroom. We were instructed to put the kids in the back of the room, shut all the lights and stay away from the windows. We also had to lock all the doors. It was terrifying. But I had to act as if nothing was wrong. I worried about the other teachers who had husbands who were fire fighters, I worried about my husband, I worried about those in the buildings, and I worried for my students, many of whose parents worked in the city.
Soon, we heard blaring sirens as all the fire trucks in the area were dispatched to the wtc. The kids began to worry as we remianed in the dark, huddled in a corner, reading stories. I simply couldn't teach. As the hours went by, most of the children were picked up by their parents...and the remianing students began crying, as they knew something was up. I was filled with dread that their parents may me hurt or worse.
It was the longest day of my life. I finally left school at 7 that night after all the children were picked up. The school was filled with fear and sorrow. Two of our students lost family members.
For a least a week afterward, we could still smell the burning smoke in our classrooms. It was terrible. And for the entire next two years, every student and every teacher in our building jumped when we heard sirens outside our windows. We relived the fear everytime.
My husband got off that bridge and made it home safely. I took me a long time to cry...the shock of it all was too much to take.
I'll never forget this terrible day. It is burned into my memory. Thanks for letting me share.
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