It was a busy day today, for the whole family.
Leslie has been begging for a bike lock so she can ride her bike to school, and we finally found a good one for her. So, this morning I walked her to school for the last day, in her pajamas because it was a pajama day, and on her bike. Then I ran home and remembered how much I hate to run.
Kristin left early to go prepare for her 5th and 6th grade choir performances, and then I took Kenna to MDO. From there, I rushed over to Kristin's school to catch her performances. Gotta say, she did a great job. Some of the choirs had trouble with volume, but they all sounded really good. I especially thought it funny when the crowd began clapping along with the 6th grade's rendition of "Pocketful of Sunshine." I laughed because they were so off beat, but the choir wasn't derailed at all. Sign of a good conductor.
I had planned to go to lunch with Leslie for her last day, and a rain storm hit as I was running around getting her lunch. Slow workers at McDonald's, then an idiot driver who sat through a green light, followed by a full parking lot at the school made me late. Then I nearly dropped all the food and drinks as I was running in the light rain. I was miffed, to say the least. Once I got there, I greatly enjoyed my lunch with Leslie. I also discovered there was a young boy that seems to be quite enamored with Leslie. I made it clear to him that it was a "no!"
I had time to run home and watch a movie before picking up Kenna and then heading to meet Leslie on her bike. We had agreed to meet her at the corner, so she got to leave school, unlock her bike, and walk across the crosswalk with the crossing guard by herself.
Just a few minutes ago, Kristin came home, done with school for the year. For now, we can enjoy the rest of all four of us being off for the summer. I look forward to the days of sleeping late and swimming and hanging out together.
Enjoying the precious moments that will pass all too fleetingly.
But, at the back of my mind, is the worry that this can't last. Kristin is a shining star, according to her principal, but there are other subs and aides that are also shining stars that have not gotten jobs- for years. I worry that any aide job I apply for will see me as overqualified, so I'll get passed up.
We're in the waiting room of life right now, and that is the one virtue I have the least of:
Patience.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
DAY FORTY: If this were a Bible Story, I'd be done now.
Noah on the Ark. Moses on Sinai. Jesus in the desert.
All forty day trials.
But instead of my proverbial skies clearing or breaking a fast, I went to a first grade picnic with my daughters. I enjoyed watching Leslie with her friends, playing and having fun. I enjoyed seeing Kenna loving being "at school." But mostly, I loved that when Leslie got all hot and tired and sweaty, she came and sat next to me and laid her head on my lap.
With all my fears about missing my children in these short, special years- that simple act of exhaustion wiped many of them away. My oldest is still my little girl. She still wants to be seen being affectionate with her Dad- and when Kenna saw Leslie, she joined in as well. The sweetness was almost too much.
I never envisioned myself with girls, mostly because they perplexed the heck out of me. So when I was blessed with two of them, I feared I'd spend the rest of my life in abject confusion. And I have. There are already mood swings and emotions and talk of boys. (A conversation arose today about one of Leslie's classmates who I deduced liked a boy. When I asked Leslie if she "liked liked" any boys, she quickly said not yet. Before those words died in the air, Kenna said, "There are boys I like." I can only shake my head.)
But in the midst of that confusion is a sweetness and a gentleness no boy would ever offer.
And though my trial will be entering the second (hopefully "back") forty days, I can rest in the appreciation of the affection I receive from my wonderful children.
And that's not too shabby.
All forty day trials.
But instead of my proverbial skies clearing or breaking a fast, I went to a first grade picnic with my daughters. I enjoyed watching Leslie with her friends, playing and having fun. I enjoyed seeing Kenna loving being "at school." But mostly, I loved that when Leslie got all hot and tired and sweaty, she came and sat next to me and laid her head on my lap.
With all my fears about missing my children in these short, special years- that simple act of exhaustion wiped many of them away. My oldest is still my little girl. She still wants to be seen being affectionate with her Dad- and when Kenna saw Leslie, she joined in as well. The sweetness was almost too much.
I never envisioned myself with girls, mostly because they perplexed the heck out of me. So when I was blessed with two of them, I feared I'd spend the rest of my life in abject confusion. And I have. There are already mood swings and emotions and talk of boys. (A conversation arose today about one of Leslie's classmates who I deduced liked a boy. When I asked Leslie if she "liked liked" any boys, she quickly said not yet. Before those words died in the air, Kenna said, "There are boys I like." I can only shake my head.)
But in the midst of that confusion is a sweetness and a gentleness no boy would ever offer.
And though my trial will be entering the second (hopefully "back") forty days, I can rest in the appreciation of the affection I receive from my wonderful children.
And that's not too shabby.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
DAY THIRTY NINE: Melting in the Attic and Graduation
I don't blog on holidays, so I skipped yesterday.
That's half the truth.
The other half is that I spent a cumulative couple of hours in an attic in 90+ degree heat installing a ceiling fan. Before you ask, yes, I am aware that ceiling fans go below the attic and not in them. But, one must make sure the ceiling fan stays on the ceiling, so a brace had to be put up. My Mom and I spent about five hours getting this fiasco handled.
The first problem was that the original brace we bought was useless. While tightening it into place, it broke. pretty sure that wouldn't hold a fan, then. After getting a replacement brace- a much more manly one- I made the other four trips into the attic. I'd like to point out that neither brace's package indicated I would have to spend a lot of time melting and growing grumpy in the attic while choking on insulation.
Mom and I work together really well, but I was getting angry yesterday. Not at her, but at the fact that nothing was working properly. But, by extension, anyone in my vicinity was feeling my wrath.
Finally, we got the fan up and it stayed there. But I was exhausted and had no intent to try to write anything coherently.
Today was much more laid back. While Leslie and Kristin went to school, Kenna, Mom, Sherri (Kristin's mom) and I went to a stained glass window shop. It was to open at 11. It did not. So we went to Mr. G's Pizza across the street. Then the shop opened, and I entertained Kenna while the ladies shopped.
After that, we took Kenna home to change for her graduation from MDO. She's stayed home because of a fever, but there was no way she was missing this. And she had broken her fever. We picked up Leslie and headed to the graduation.
Kristin got to take off early to see it and to see her kids from her old class- a much needed burst of joy for her.
Anyway, here is our little graduate:
On the job front, I sent emails to five different principals in College Station ISD about job openings. The application system for CSISD only allows aides to apply for three jobs at a time, so I sent an email explaining why I, a college graduate, would want an aide position. Then yesterday, I applied for a library assistant position at Bryan High. It pays well. Again, we'll see. Kristin is still waiting to hear on several emails she sent out as well.
That's half the truth.
The other half is that I spent a cumulative couple of hours in an attic in 90+ degree heat installing a ceiling fan. Before you ask, yes, I am aware that ceiling fans go below the attic and not in them. But, one must make sure the ceiling fan stays on the ceiling, so a brace had to be put up. My Mom and I spent about five hours getting this fiasco handled.
The first problem was that the original brace we bought was useless. While tightening it into place, it broke. pretty sure that wouldn't hold a fan, then. After getting a replacement brace- a much more manly one- I made the other four trips into the attic. I'd like to point out that neither brace's package indicated I would have to spend a lot of time melting and growing grumpy in the attic while choking on insulation.
Mom and I work together really well, but I was getting angry yesterday. Not at her, but at the fact that nothing was working properly. But, by extension, anyone in my vicinity was feeling my wrath.
Finally, we got the fan up and it stayed there. But I was exhausted and had no intent to try to write anything coherently.
Today was much more laid back. While Leslie and Kristin went to school, Kenna, Mom, Sherri (Kristin's mom) and I went to a stained glass window shop. It was to open at 11. It did not. So we went to Mr. G's Pizza across the street. Then the shop opened, and I entertained Kenna while the ladies shopped.
After that, we took Kenna home to change for her graduation from MDO. She's stayed home because of a fever, but there was no way she was missing this. And she had broken her fever. We picked up Leslie and headed to the graduation.
Kristin got to take off early to see it and to see her kids from her old class- a much needed burst of joy for her.
Anyway, here is our little graduate:
On the job front, I sent emails to five different principals in College Station ISD about job openings. The application system for CSISD only allows aides to apply for three jobs at a time, so I sent an email explaining why I, a college graduate, would want an aide position. Then yesterday, I applied for a library assistant position at Bryan High. It pays well. Again, we'll see. Kristin is still waiting to hear on several emails she sent out as well.
Friday, May 25, 2012
DAY THIRTY EIGHT: Marines, Pumpkins, and Implosions
More textbooks today. A lot more. So much more, that the Marines came in to help.
Well, one Marine and several recruits, but the other intro is so much flashier. Also, we got free lunch from Jason's Deli, thanks to the Marine and his recruits.
When we got home, Leslie and Kenna and I watched some Justice League cartoons. It's nice to bond with them.
Suddenly, I am realizing that A) I don't have much to talk about, and B) I'm really tired.
Back last fall, we had a Jack O Lantern. The decided to plant the seeds from the pumpkin, and we forgot bout them. Until vines started sprouting. Now we have these:
I wish we could grow Dr. Pepper, but that's just for scale.
Kristin was told by the Vice-Principal at the school she is subbing at that she was doing a great job, and how impressed he was. If you're keeping score at home, she has impressed her principal, vice-principal, the Life Skills teacher, the high school Choir director, several teachers at the school and several aides. Oh, and some kids. Yet no one has given her a job. I still think she is amazing, and am so proud of her. Schools just need to wise up.
Here is the one picture of the implosion yesterday that actually worked. Sort of.
Well, that's enough random for the day. Time to make dinner.
Well, one Marine and several recruits, but the other intro is so much flashier. Also, we got free lunch from Jason's Deli, thanks to the Marine and his recruits.
When we got home, Leslie and Kenna and I watched some Justice League cartoons. It's nice to bond with them.
Suddenly, I am realizing that A) I don't have much to talk about, and B) I'm really tired.
Back last fall, we had a Jack O Lantern. The decided to plant the seeds from the pumpkin, and we forgot bout them. Until vines started sprouting. Now we have these:
I wish we could grow Dr. Pepper, but that's just for scale.
Kristin was told by the Vice-Principal at the school she is subbing at that she was doing a great job, and how impressed he was. If you're keeping score at home, she has impressed her principal, vice-principal, the Life Skills teacher, the high school Choir director, several teachers at the school and several aides. Oh, and some kids. Yet no one has given her a job. I still think she is amazing, and am so proud of her. Schools just need to wise up.
Here is the one picture of the implosion yesterday that actually worked. Sort of.
Well, that's enough random for the day. Time to make dinner.
Thursday, May 24, 2012
DAY THIRTY SEVEN: Plaza Go Boom
I don't get up early.
Sleep is gold to me, and any second I can savor it is gladly used. There are very few things that could wake me at 5 a.m. and I actually be happy about it. One of them is vacation.
The other is a massive explosion.
Today was option number two as the 17 story Plaza Hotel was imploded at 6:30 a.m. I knew this was a special thing, and while we could watch it on TV, I'd seen implosions on TV before. When were my family and I ever going to get to experience it live and in person again? So, we woke the kids, took some toaster strudels in the car, and headed to find a good spot to watch the BOOM.
We settled on the rooftop parking above World Market, just south of campus. Good view of the tower, quick escape from traffic. It was the best of both worlds.
It was a good lesson in taking the time to enjoy things. We could have just watched it on TV, it would have been easier. But it would not have been time together as family. That's what mattered most.
The rest of the day was more subbing for Kristin and I. Then while Leslie and I were waiting to pick up Kenna at the High School (where Lisa was bringing her), she asked me, "Why are teenagers crazy?"
I thought it was a good question. "Hormones," I responded.
"What's that?"
"Chemicals that are in your body."
She was clearly thinking on this information. "Do all teenagers have them?"
"Yeah, but some people handle them better than others."
She smiled. "Well, I'm not gonna act crazy."
"I hope not."
She added, not so confidently, "I hope Kenna doesn't."
Ahhh, siblings.
We ended with the kids at gymnastics. Leslie was trying to see if she liked the Bronze Team. It's not competition, but it's the one before real competitions. Kenna was doing her normal class, and was doing amazing things on vault- just not at the time she was supposed to. And then she nailed the bars. Leslie, meanwhile, was being singled out for her back handstand extensions by an amazed coach. And there were several parents also quite impressed.
Today was a good day.
Sleep is gold to me, and any second I can savor it is gladly used. There are very few things that could wake me at 5 a.m. and I actually be happy about it. One of them is vacation.
The other is a massive explosion.
Today was option number two as the 17 story Plaza Hotel was imploded at 6:30 a.m. I knew this was a special thing, and while we could watch it on TV, I'd seen implosions on TV before. When were my family and I ever going to get to experience it live and in person again? So, we woke the kids, took some toaster strudels in the car, and headed to find a good spot to watch the BOOM.
We settled on the rooftop parking above World Market, just south of campus. Good view of the tower, quick escape from traffic. It was the best of both worlds.
It was a good lesson in taking the time to enjoy things. We could have just watched it on TV, it would have been easier. But it would not have been time together as family. That's what mattered most.
The rest of the day was more subbing for Kristin and I. Then while Leslie and I were waiting to pick up Kenna at the High School (where Lisa was bringing her), she asked me, "Why are teenagers crazy?"
I thought it was a good question. "Hormones," I responded.
"What's that?"
"Chemicals that are in your body."
She was clearly thinking on this information. "Do all teenagers have them?"
"Yeah, but some people handle them better than others."
She smiled. "Well, I'm not gonna act crazy."
"I hope not."
She added, not so confidently, "I hope Kenna doesn't."
Ahhh, siblings.
We ended with the kids at gymnastics. Leslie was trying to see if she liked the Bronze Team. It's not competition, but it's the one before real competitions. Kenna was doing her normal class, and was doing amazing things on vault- just not at the time she was supposed to. And then she nailed the bars. Leslie, meanwhile, was being singled out for her back handstand extensions by an amazed coach. And there were several parents also quite impressed.
Today was a good day.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
DAY THIRTY SIX: Grocery Store Metaphor
More house cleaning and grocery shopping today.
While out doing the shopping, Kenna and I were having a tough time finding Taco Sauce. She looked up at me and said, just like her mother: "Why don't you ask someone?" And like with her mother, I responded, "If we see someone."
We moved on, me thinking I'd just let Kristin run and look for it later. We walked down the main aisle and Kenna saw an HEB worker standing and staring at the chips, while holding some sort of Little Debbie snack cake (this should have been a clue). Kenna says, rather loudly, "Hey, there's someone, ask them!"
We did. And she had no idea. I even asked where the Parmesan cheese was, and she said, "With the cheese?"
Finally, another worked walked by and he knew where the taco sauce was. Unfortunately, there was only one kind there that we could find, so we bought it, not sure if it was the right one or not. It was not, but it tasted all right, if a little too spicy for me and too tomato-y for Kristin. We won't use it again.
I'm liking grocery shopping less and less.
This was, however, a good metaphor for Kristin and I and our job situation. We are looking and looking and looking, but not finding. We don't want to settle for just a job- I did that for four years in a law firm, and she did it in Marlin ISD. Neither of those were good situations for us.
Even when we ask people, they don't know of anything, and when someone is knowledgeable and helpful, they point us to one job. We're not exactly sure if it is the one, but we jump on it anyway. And disappointment follows.
We both feel we are meant to be in the schools. For our family's sake, and for our church's sake, we need the time it would afford. We feel that is what God is telling us. We also feel like we are not supposed to take another job just because we need the money by September.
Right now, there are no jobs open in College Station that Kristin is certified for. I've applied for the ones I've found. I know some positions will open after school is out, but we're getting anxious. Kristin is working on an application for Bryan, where there are positions, but it feels really close to settling.
We ask for some serious prayer for our outlook and for more options.
While out doing the shopping, Kenna and I were having a tough time finding Taco Sauce. She looked up at me and said, just like her mother: "Why don't you ask someone?" And like with her mother, I responded, "If we see someone."
We moved on, me thinking I'd just let Kristin run and look for it later. We walked down the main aisle and Kenna saw an HEB worker standing and staring at the chips, while holding some sort of Little Debbie snack cake (this should have been a clue). Kenna says, rather loudly, "Hey, there's someone, ask them!"
We did. And she had no idea. I even asked where the Parmesan cheese was, and she said, "With the cheese?"
Finally, another worked walked by and he knew where the taco sauce was. Unfortunately, there was only one kind there that we could find, so we bought it, not sure if it was the right one or not. It was not, but it tasted all right, if a little too spicy for me and too tomato-y for Kristin. We won't use it again.
I'm liking grocery shopping less and less.
This was, however, a good metaphor for Kristin and I and our job situation. We are looking and looking and looking, but not finding. We don't want to settle for just a job- I did that for four years in a law firm, and she did it in Marlin ISD. Neither of those were good situations for us.
Even when we ask people, they don't know of anything, and when someone is knowledgeable and helpful, they point us to one job. We're not exactly sure if it is the one, but we jump on it anyway. And disappointment follows.
We both feel we are meant to be in the schools. For our family's sake, and for our church's sake, we need the time it would afford. We feel that is what God is telling us. We also feel like we are not supposed to take another job just because we need the money by September.
Right now, there are no jobs open in College Station that Kristin is certified for. I've applied for the ones I've found. I know some positions will open after school is out, but we're getting anxious. Kristin is working on an application for Bryan, where there are positions, but it feels really close to settling.
We ask for some serious prayer for our outlook and for more options.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
DAY THIRTY FIVE: Books Kill
Got a call at 6:30 again this morning. Today the needed a warm body to help with book collection. The schedule was flexible enough for me to be able to take off to pick up Leslie from school, so I took it.
When I got there, there was a teacher, a volunteer, and Gary, another sub I've met a couple times. Right away, we got started stacking the books that students had turned in. We were told that there would be over 700 Freshman English books, 600 Sophomore English- and over 500 each of the Junior and Senior ones. I tell you this to give you an idea of what it might be like when you factor in the Maths, Sciences, and Social Studies. Not to mention the Career and Technology and PE books.
The High School is being remodeled, so all the books from the book storage room had to be moved to the "gym with the soft floor." This is a terribly inappropriate name. The floor is made up of ten inch plastic squares- my mom had them in her Elementary PE gym. Yes, it is softer than concrete or hardwood, but not by much.
When there were breaks in the flow of students, Gary and I would go and do a book run. About six of them. This involved loading up what I call a Lowe's Skiff- those hard to maneuver blue flatbed things- with as many books as we could. Usually between sixty and one hundred. Then we would push it back to the gym. Which, by the way, was on the almost complete opposite side of the school.
Books are heavy.
When I got home, I just laid down. I wanted to go to sleep. Now, I'm in pretty good shape, I think. In fact, that is one of the best things about unemployment, I'm getting lots of exercise. But the bending and walking and pushing seriously wore me out. And made me hungry. It was an eight taco night for dinner today.
I did get to chat with the other workers quite a bit, and got their stories and got to share mine- always a good thing. And it was a low stress day. All in all, I'd do it again.
Just not tomorrow.
When I got there, there was a teacher, a volunteer, and Gary, another sub I've met a couple times. Right away, we got started stacking the books that students had turned in. We were told that there would be over 700 Freshman English books, 600 Sophomore English- and over 500 each of the Junior and Senior ones. I tell you this to give you an idea of what it might be like when you factor in the Maths, Sciences, and Social Studies. Not to mention the Career and Technology and PE books.
The High School is being remodeled, so all the books from the book storage room had to be moved to the "gym with the soft floor." This is a terribly inappropriate name. The floor is made up of ten inch plastic squares- my mom had them in her Elementary PE gym. Yes, it is softer than concrete or hardwood, but not by much.
When there were breaks in the flow of students, Gary and I would go and do a book run. About six of them. This involved loading up what I call a Lowe's Skiff- those hard to maneuver blue flatbed things- with as many books as we could. Usually between sixty and one hundred. Then we would push it back to the gym. Which, by the way, was on the almost complete opposite side of the school.
Books are heavy.
When I got home, I just laid down. I wanted to go to sleep. Now, I'm in pretty good shape, I think. In fact, that is one of the best things about unemployment, I'm getting lots of exercise. But the bending and walking and pushing seriously wore me out. And made me hungry. It was an eight taco night for dinner today.
I did get to chat with the other workers quite a bit, and got their stories and got to share mine- always a good thing. And it was a low stress day. All in all, I'd do it again.
Just not tomorrow.
Monday, May 21, 2012
DAY THIRTY FOUR: I Was Hugged By A Small Child. Not My Own.
Got a call early this morning for a two week position, but couldn't do it because of end of year stuff with Leslie and Kenna I refuse to miss.
So they ended up switching me from High School to Elementary PE for the day. I was only OK with this because of my strong, yet unexplained desire to be "Coach" for a day. But, as previously mentioned, small children do not scare me, but I am not terribly comfortable with them. Probably has something to do with their need for affection and my mild unwillingness to share it.
So, after once again getting slightly turned around in the school (seriously, this is getting to be a problem), I found my way to the gym and met with the Coach. I was actually the assistant, but I still got to wear wind pants to work, so I was cool with it. For the fourth grade, I took runners outside to catch up on laps for their running competition. Simple enough. Find a shade tree and make tally marks by a number.
Kindergarten was next.
I'm not really sure what exactly happened. It was all so fast. The kids came in, said 'hi' to the coach and made their way to their seats. A couple stopped and hugged the coach, then waved at me and went on. But then, then one of them stopped and hugged me. Just stopped, wrapped their arms around my legs and squeezed.
I froze.
No sooner had that kid moved on and I tried to figure out what just happened, than another one hugged me. Apparently, it was contagious. A handful of kids did this during this class. I was a bit shaken when the coach asked me to run Crab Soccer while he handled some administrative stuff. Then he went to his office. And I was alone.
With the huggers.
Fortunately, giant rubber balls three to four foot in diameter distracted them from their hugging addiction for the class.
Second grade was gone for the day on a picnic, so we got a two hour lunch. Not too shabby.
First grade came next, and they were OK the first group around. But one of the sneaky little buggers got a hug in when I wasn't watching closely. More Crab Soccer for these guys, but the second class was rather unruly. So much so, they only got to stretch and warm-up. The Real Coach was not happy.
Third Grade was the last group of the day, and I was back on runner duty. While outside, some of the Kindergartners from earlier were out for recess. One of them got dangerously close to me and called me "Coach-" that was kinda fun.
But the second class of third grade brought a near fight. Caught a kid throwing a punch, and had to get all "Disciplinary" on them. But I felt bad- the kid clearly knew he'd stepped in it, but I couldn't do nothing.
I think there is something in me that makes kids fight. Seems there is one everywhere I go.
Other than that, though, it was a great day. I could do Elementary PE for sure.
I just have to watch out for huggers.
So they ended up switching me from High School to Elementary PE for the day. I was only OK with this because of my strong, yet unexplained desire to be "Coach" for a day. But, as previously mentioned, small children do not scare me, but I am not terribly comfortable with them. Probably has something to do with their need for affection and my mild unwillingness to share it.
So, after once again getting slightly turned around in the school (seriously, this is getting to be a problem), I found my way to the gym and met with the Coach. I was actually the assistant, but I still got to wear wind pants to work, so I was cool with it. For the fourth grade, I took runners outside to catch up on laps for their running competition. Simple enough. Find a shade tree and make tally marks by a number.
Kindergarten was next.
I'm not really sure what exactly happened. It was all so fast. The kids came in, said 'hi' to the coach and made their way to their seats. A couple stopped and hugged the coach, then waved at me and went on. But then, then one of them stopped and hugged me. Just stopped, wrapped their arms around my legs and squeezed.
I froze.
No sooner had that kid moved on and I tried to figure out what just happened, than another one hugged me. Apparently, it was contagious. A handful of kids did this during this class. I was a bit shaken when the coach asked me to run Crab Soccer while he handled some administrative stuff. Then he went to his office. And I was alone.
With the huggers.
Fortunately, giant rubber balls three to four foot in diameter distracted them from their hugging addiction for the class.
Second grade was gone for the day on a picnic, so we got a two hour lunch. Not too shabby.
First grade came next, and they were OK the first group around. But one of the sneaky little buggers got a hug in when I wasn't watching closely. More Crab Soccer for these guys, but the second class was rather unruly. So much so, they only got to stretch and warm-up. The Real Coach was not happy.
Third Grade was the last group of the day, and I was back on runner duty. While outside, some of the Kindergartners from earlier were out for recess. One of them got dangerously close to me and called me "Coach-" that was kinda fun.
But the second class of third grade brought a near fight. Caught a kid throwing a punch, and had to get all "Disciplinary" on them. But I felt bad- the kid clearly knew he'd stepped in it, but I couldn't do nothing.
I think there is something in me that makes kids fight. Seems there is one everywhere I go.
Other than that, though, it was a great day. I could do Elementary PE for sure.
I just have to watch out for huggers.
Friday, May 18, 2012
DAY THIRTY THREE: Coaching, Finally! Sort of.
Today was a day of History and Geography and (Finally) Coaching.
That meant I saw the last half of October Sky and Invictus and watched as some guys played basketball. I got some good observations on life, and had a good day of subbing.
1) October Sky is still a great movie. I don't care at all about rockets, but now I want to build one with my kids and remember to tell them how special they are and not take them for granted.
2) Rugby consists of extremely large men grunting and pushing each other around. Somehow, this united a racially divided country in the 90's under the leadership of God and Good Will Hunting. Also seemed to be a good movie with surprising little about rugby (as evidenced by my lack of knowledge of what the sport is).
3) There are certain students that respond to being told to be quiet repeatedly in this formula: First, half deny then say 'OK.' Second, show indignation at being caught/accused. Third, say it was someone else. Fourth, glare at the teacher. These students tend to have a sort of attitude of entitlement. I do not like this attitude because I don't care if you are an athlete or star student or teacher's kid or of one race or another or normally a good kid. You talk when I ask you not to, I'll know your name. If I know your name, it is usually not good.
4) Basketball pick-up teams are interesting. The best players are not the ones who rule the roost. The ones who think they are the best rule the team. They never switch out with other kids, and no one challenges them. I do not understand this, but remember it being this way when I was a kid, and I never spoke up.
I've decided that I like High School despite the slight issues today. And I like 7th and 8th grade. 5th and 6th are not my favorites. Mostly 7th and up will listen- unless they are entitled.
And, I get to watch lots of movies I haven't seen.
That meant I saw the last half of October Sky and Invictus and watched as some guys played basketball. I got some good observations on life, and had a good day of subbing.
1) October Sky is still a great movie. I don't care at all about rockets, but now I want to build one with my kids and remember to tell them how special they are and not take them for granted.
2) Rugby consists of extremely large men grunting and pushing each other around. Somehow, this united a racially divided country in the 90's under the leadership of God and Good Will Hunting. Also seemed to be a good movie with surprising little about rugby (as evidenced by my lack of knowledge of what the sport is).
3) There are certain students that respond to being told to be quiet repeatedly in this formula: First, half deny then say 'OK.' Second, show indignation at being caught/accused. Third, say it was someone else. Fourth, glare at the teacher. These students tend to have a sort of attitude of entitlement. I do not like this attitude because I don't care if you are an athlete or star student or teacher's kid or of one race or another or normally a good kid. You talk when I ask you not to, I'll know your name. If I know your name, it is usually not good.
4) Basketball pick-up teams are interesting. The best players are not the ones who rule the roost. The ones who think they are the best rule the team. They never switch out with other kids, and no one challenges them. I do not understand this, but remember it being this way when I was a kid, and I never spoke up.
I've decided that I like High School despite the slight issues today. And I like 7th and 8th grade. 5th and 6th are not my favorites. Mostly 7th and up will listen- unless they are entitled.
And, I get to watch lots of movies I haven't seen.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
DAY THIRTY TWO: Something to Talk About?
Blogging everyday over this last month-plus has taught me one big new skill. I think it is a wonderful skill, and one we should all seek to possess.
I spend each day looking for something meaningful to learn or funny to observe.
It allows me to take even the most mundane tasks and find value- or humor- in them. Some days, I find really poignant things like the "Just Because" from this week. Other times, it's more the humorous anecdote of "The D(irty clothes)-Day Invasion." I'm learning to find meaning in each day, to "stop and smell the roses." And for thirty-one days, I've found something.
Today, I hit a wall. I mowed, and I watered, and I re-caulked a tub. I learned nothing from any of those things, except that I don't like re-caulking a tub. But I kinda already knew that.
But this idea that I'm looking for meaning each day did occur to me. Strange, I had not really thought of that until today, as I was struggling to find what to talk about. Maybe if we lived each day like we had to blog about it that night for friends to see, we'd live a little better.
Aaaaaaand, thirty two straight days!
I spend each day looking for something meaningful to learn or funny to observe.
It allows me to take even the most mundane tasks and find value- or humor- in them. Some days, I find really poignant things like the "Just Because" from this week. Other times, it's more the humorous anecdote of "The D(irty clothes)-Day Invasion." I'm learning to find meaning in each day, to "stop and smell the roses." And for thirty-one days, I've found something.
Today, I hit a wall. I mowed, and I watered, and I re-caulked a tub. I learned nothing from any of those things, except that I don't like re-caulking a tub. But I kinda already knew that.
But this idea that I'm looking for meaning each day did occur to me. Strange, I had not really thought of that until today, as I was struggling to find what to talk about. Maybe if we lived each day like we had to blog about it that night for friends to see, we'd live a little better.
Aaaaaaand, thirty two straight days!
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
DAY THIRTY ONE: Cacophony: (noun) 5th Grade Orchestra
The other day, a position opened at the same school Kristin was at. Moreover, it was for Orchestra, which was right next door to her. I thought this would be cool.
But then, I was moved down the hall, still in orchestra, but not right next door to her. Oh, well, still got to hang out with my wife for a bit at school. That's a bonus any day.
So, I arrive in class and there is another sub there for a teacher that does a half day at this school and half a day at a Middle School. It was good that there were two of us, for we had no idea what was coming.
Now, the kids were not bad, rough, but not bad. But there was noise. Oh, so much noise. First, there was tuning. This is an art, and they do not yet have mastery. This equals misery when twenty five string instruments try to find an A. But A has left the building. And the county.
But then, as if the teacher was maniacally laughing as she wrote the lesson plans, we were to have about a dozen different groups working on a dozen separate compositions. This meant they were playing, and talking, at the same time. LOUDLY.
At one point, I looked up at the clock, and found only twenty minutes had gone by. In the first class. I longed for ear plugs. Some kids played for me and asked if it sounded good. As if I could hear what they played, as if I knew anything about stringed instruments.
Side note, violin bows are weapons. Children should not have them.
Even now, my ears are ringing. I am pretty sure that as much as I love my wife, I will not do this again. Now, I really need Evan from our church to come to my house and play his violin. Perhaps he can restore my faith in that instrument.
But then, I was moved down the hall, still in orchestra, but not right next door to her. Oh, well, still got to hang out with my wife for a bit at school. That's a bonus any day.
So, I arrive in class and there is another sub there for a teacher that does a half day at this school and half a day at a Middle School. It was good that there were two of us, for we had no idea what was coming.
Now, the kids were not bad, rough, but not bad. But there was noise. Oh, so much noise. First, there was tuning. This is an art, and they do not yet have mastery. This equals misery when twenty five string instruments try to find an A. But A has left the building. And the county.
But then, as if the teacher was maniacally laughing as she wrote the lesson plans, we were to have about a dozen different groups working on a dozen separate compositions. This meant they were playing, and talking, at the same time. LOUDLY.
At one point, I looked up at the clock, and found only twenty minutes had gone by. In the first class. I longed for ear plugs. Some kids played for me and asked if it sounded good. As if I could hear what they played, as if I knew anything about stringed instruments.
Side note, violin bows are weapons. Children should not have them.
Even now, my ears are ringing. I am pretty sure that as much as I love my wife, I will not do this again. Now, I really need Evan from our church to come to my house and play his violin. Perhaps he can restore my faith in that instrument.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
DAY THIRTY: "Just Because"
One of the things I've enjoyed most about my current situation is the time I get to spend with Kenna. When Leslie was little, I was in the ministry full time and had a pretty lax schedule. But we moved before Kenna was one, and her personality appeared while I was at work. I've always regretted that I didn't get to spend the same time with her that I did Leslie, so this has given me an opportunity to change that. Like yesterday, we sat down to lunch together while she watched My Little Pony.
And this morning. I was driving her to Mother's Day Out, and we were making small talk. For some reason, I asked, "Do you love me?" Not sure why, really.
"Yes, Daddy," she responded, with a don't-you-know attitude.
Then, and I really don't know why I asked this, "Why do you love me?" This is a dangerous question for a man to ask any woman, even his daughter.
She kinda giggled, and smiled, and said, "Just because."
In my rational mind, that wasn't an answer. "Just because what?"
Still smiling, but with a firmness of a resolved answer, she said, "Just because."
(Now, the though process that I'm about to share took all of a second to go down. I say that not to brag about my lightspeed thought process, but to point out exactly how quickly this went down. Also to explain that my mind works that way to anyone who has ever been in a conversation with me and I said something that seemed random- I just made really quick though adjustments and didn't tell you.)
I grew a little irritated. I wanted to know why she loved me. For whatever reason, we humans need to qualify things. We can't just say we love something, we have to prove why. It's true in our tastes for food, for our political preference, for our favorite movies, for our faith, and for our affections. She couldn't love me "Just because."
That was unconditional love.
-Wait.-
That was unconditional love. That was the love that I was supposed to have for her. And I do, but how often have I tried to qualify why I love her? It's good things, like her creativity, her sense of humor and her beauty. And for her sister, it is her mind, her athletic prowess and her beauty. (Seriously, they are both gorgeous girls.) It's other things for each of them (and for Kristin as well), but deep down I love them just because they are.
And she was saying she loves me just because I am.
That's the kind of love we all long for.
That's the love that God offers us. He says "I love you as you are. I do not need you to be the smartest, the prettiest, the strongest, the most theological, the most faithful. I don't even need you to be a good person. I love you because you are. Just because."
He does not love us for our quality- He loves us in spite of our lack of quality. He doesn't love us because we are chaste or promiscuous, or because we are straight or gay, or because we are honest or liars, or because we are pacifists or murderous, or because we are Christian or Muslim or Atheist. There are things He hopes we choose, paths and beliefs He wants us to hold, but He will not force us. And if we choose His way, He is pleased and overjoyed and He loves us. Any good we do should be just an expression of our appreciation. If we go against Him, He is hurt, He is broken-hearted, and He acts in justice- and He loves us. I believe even if we reject Him to point we go to Hell, He loves us- and He is devastated over our rejection of Him. Because we are all His children. He loves us.
Just because.
I looked back at Kenna in the rearview mirror. She sat there smiling and looking back. She had no idea that God has just spoken to me through her. "Hey, Kenna. You know I love you, right?"
"Yeah."
"Do you know why?"
She smiles and shakes her head "No."
"Just because."
And this morning. I was driving her to Mother's Day Out, and we were making small talk. For some reason, I asked, "Do you love me?" Not sure why, really.
"Yes, Daddy," she responded, with a don't-you-know attitude.
Then, and I really don't know why I asked this, "Why do you love me?" This is a dangerous question for a man to ask any woman, even his daughter.
She kinda giggled, and smiled, and said, "Just because."
In my rational mind, that wasn't an answer. "Just because what?"
Still smiling, but with a firmness of a resolved answer, she said, "Just because."
(Now, the though process that I'm about to share took all of a second to go down. I say that not to brag about my lightspeed thought process, but to point out exactly how quickly this went down. Also to explain that my mind works that way to anyone who has ever been in a conversation with me and I said something that seemed random- I just made really quick though adjustments and didn't tell you.)
I grew a little irritated. I wanted to know why she loved me. For whatever reason, we humans need to qualify things. We can't just say we love something, we have to prove why. It's true in our tastes for food, for our political preference, for our favorite movies, for our faith, and for our affections. She couldn't love me "Just because."
That was unconditional love.
-Wait.-
That was unconditional love. That was the love that I was supposed to have for her. And I do, but how often have I tried to qualify why I love her? It's good things, like her creativity, her sense of humor and her beauty. And for her sister, it is her mind, her athletic prowess and her beauty. (Seriously, they are both gorgeous girls.) It's other things for each of them (and for Kristin as well), but deep down I love them just because they are.
And she was saying she loves me just because I am.
That's the kind of love we all long for.
That's the love that God offers us. He says "I love you as you are. I do not need you to be the smartest, the prettiest, the strongest, the most theological, the most faithful. I don't even need you to be a good person. I love you because you are. Just because."
He does not love us for our quality- He loves us in spite of our lack of quality. He doesn't love us because we are chaste or promiscuous, or because we are straight or gay, or because we are honest or liars, or because we are pacifists or murderous, or because we are Christian or Muslim or Atheist. There are things He hopes we choose, paths and beliefs He wants us to hold, but He will not force us. And if we choose His way, He is pleased and overjoyed and He loves us. Any good we do should be just an expression of our appreciation. If we go against Him, He is hurt, He is broken-hearted, and He acts in justice- and He loves us. I believe even if we reject Him to point we go to Hell, He loves us- and He is devastated over our rejection of Him. Because we are all His children. He loves us.
Just because.
I looked back at Kenna in the rearview mirror. She sat there smiling and looking back. She had no idea that God has just spoken to me through her. "Hey, Kenna. You know I love you, right?"
"Yeah."
"Do you know why?"
She smiles and shakes her head "No."
"Just because."
Monday, May 14, 2012
DAY TWENTY NINE: Four Year Degree for Four Hours of Work?
Finally, after ten years, almost to the day, after I got my degree, I finally got to use it.
I taught a half a day of Speech.
Now, I realize that I use my degree as a preacher and as a communicator, but today I got to impart some wisdom that I learned in college. AKA theories that don't work in the real world but must be used in classrooms.
I found it ironic that the same kids who could not stay quiet for more than thirty seconds were struggling to come up with two minutes. But, then, I remember those days. I remember when I thought that seven minutes was a looooooong time and twenty minutes was an eternity to speak. Anyone who has ever attended my church knows I've gotten over that. But I enjoyed the day, and the little help I could offer because I think the heart of speech class should be a way for us to learn to organize thoughts and articulate them well. People may never ever stand before a crowd and deliver an address again, but learning to give speeches help us to communicate on a personal level as well. And they help us to discover why we believe what we believe. Learning speech techniques helped me discover so much about myself as a teen, I just hope others can have the same experience.
I also learned that today was the first day for the person who replaced me at the law firm. It's a weird thing, someone coming in after you've left a job. No matter how you left it, it still feels like it is yours and someone else is now doing it. I in no way want the job back, but I wish I was just a little more irreplaceable.
I also did a bit of grocery shopping. I think I may be a Dr. Pepper hoarder. If I see even a tiny little deal, I feel the need to buy it, just in case. I get nervous when I run low.
Does this mean I have a problem?
I taught a half a day of Speech.
Now, I realize that I use my degree as a preacher and as a communicator, but today I got to impart some wisdom that I learned in college. AKA theories that don't work in the real world but must be used in classrooms.
I found it ironic that the same kids who could not stay quiet for more than thirty seconds were struggling to come up with two minutes. But, then, I remember those days. I remember when I thought that seven minutes was a looooooong time and twenty minutes was an eternity to speak. Anyone who has ever attended my church knows I've gotten over that. But I enjoyed the day, and the little help I could offer because I think the heart of speech class should be a way for us to learn to organize thoughts and articulate them well. People may never ever stand before a crowd and deliver an address again, but learning to give speeches help us to communicate on a personal level as well. And they help us to discover why we believe what we believe. Learning speech techniques helped me discover so much about myself as a teen, I just hope others can have the same experience.
I also learned that today was the first day for the person who replaced me at the law firm. It's a weird thing, someone coming in after you've left a job. No matter how you left it, it still feels like it is yours and someone else is now doing it. I in no way want the job back, but I wish I was just a little more irreplaceable.
I also did a bit of grocery shopping. I think I may be a Dr. Pepper hoarder. If I see even a tiny little deal, I feel the need to buy it, just in case. I get nervous when I run low.
Does this mean I have a problem?
Friday, May 11, 2012
DAY TWENTY EIGHT: Fri-laxing
Subbed today for another coach, in another history class, with another movie. A very quiet day.
It was kinda funny to have someone I know in one of my classes. Samantha, who knows our family because her mother Lisa was Kristin's boss at MDO, and now they watch our kids almost as much as we do, was in one class. There is the awkward moment of "Do we act like we know each other?" I mean, if I am an uncool sub, I hurt her school cred. Does she call me by the name she knows me, or Mr. Lehrmann? We went through that when Kristin subbed in Leslie's class. We made Leslie call her Mrs. Lehrmann.
Anyway, we both survived. I do like High School, but do not like that one teacher told me to keep all my attendance slips until the end of the day. I knew this didn't sound right, but chose to trust the guy. I quickly learned he was kind of the "fun" teacher, so I should have been wary. I wasn't.
This is why I have trust issues, people.
So, if the attendance clerks will let me sub at High School again, I will.
Tonight the kids go to Parent's Night Out at gymnastics. Kristin and I get some freedom to...well...nothing that costs much money. So, it'll be the usual window shopping/stay-at-home-and-watch-Supernatural thing.
But it'll be good, because I like spending time with my wife.
It was kinda funny to have someone I know in one of my classes. Samantha, who knows our family because her mother Lisa was Kristin's boss at MDO, and now they watch our kids almost as much as we do, was in one class. There is the awkward moment of "Do we act like we know each other?" I mean, if I am an uncool sub, I hurt her school cred. Does she call me by the name she knows me, or Mr. Lehrmann? We went through that when Kristin subbed in Leslie's class. We made Leslie call her Mrs. Lehrmann.
Anyway, we both survived. I do like High School, but do not like that one teacher told me to keep all my attendance slips until the end of the day. I knew this didn't sound right, but chose to trust the guy. I quickly learned he was kind of the "fun" teacher, so I should have been wary. I wasn't.
This is why I have trust issues, people.
So, if the attendance clerks will let me sub at High School again, I will.
Tonight the kids go to Parent's Night Out at gymnastics. Kristin and I get some freedom to...well...nothing that costs much money. So, it'll be the usual window shopping/stay-at-home-and-watch-Supernatural thing.
But it'll be good, because I like spending time with my wife.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
DAY TWENTY SEVEN: Setbacks
Today I subbed at the High School as a ... warm body. I mean, I really just sat there and read a book while almost one hundred students took the AP English test. Aside from the fact that it was the same test I took in High School, it wasn't very interesting. And that little tidbit wasn't very interesting to you, so I'll move on.
Now, before the subbing, I got lost in the school. I was told directions, and I followed them, and still got lost. There was almost a panic, and I almost ran into another teacher while being lost. But he pointed me on the right path. Yet, I still couldn't find the "old gym." I could find the "Fancy Gym" and the "volleyball gym," but not the old gym. Turns out it was across from the other two gyms. Thanks to the student who helped me and probably thinks I'm an idiot.
Kristin learned today that she doesn't get the full $120 a day sub payment until she's been there 21 days. This was not clear at first, and she will get to it eventually, but it means quite a bit less than we were hoping for and expecting.
The setbacks didn't stop there. She found out she didn't get the choir job. On one hand, it hurts to get passed over for a job and she has begun building relationships with students that now have to end against her wishes. On the other hand, she had begun building some relationships she is glad to discontinue. The principal told she was a top choice and that it was very close. And she has told Kristin she would be a reference and even make pre-emptive contact on her behalf with other principals in the district. So there is still hope.
But it is hard to hold onto it today. Some days are tougher, and these last few have been of that variety. Yet in the midst of the toughness, there has been some amazing grace and kindness from friends- you know who you are- that are helping us greatly. You guys are loved.
Hoping for better days.
Now, before the subbing, I got lost in the school. I was told directions, and I followed them, and still got lost. There was almost a panic, and I almost ran into another teacher while being lost. But he pointed me on the right path. Yet, I still couldn't find the "old gym." I could find the "Fancy Gym" and the "volleyball gym," but not the old gym. Turns out it was across from the other two gyms. Thanks to the student who helped me and probably thinks I'm an idiot.
Kristin learned today that she doesn't get the full $120 a day sub payment until she's been there 21 days. This was not clear at first, and she will get to it eventually, but it means quite a bit less than we were hoping for and expecting.
The setbacks didn't stop there. She found out she didn't get the choir job. On one hand, it hurts to get passed over for a job and she has begun building relationships with students that now have to end against her wishes. On the other hand, she had begun building some relationships she is glad to discontinue. The principal told she was a top choice and that it was very close. And she has told Kristin she would be a reference and even make pre-emptive contact on her behalf with other principals in the district. So there is still hope.
But it is hard to hold onto it today. Some days are tougher, and these last few have been of that variety. Yet in the midst of the toughness, there has been some amazing grace and kindness from friends- you know who you are- that are helping us greatly. You guys are loved.
Hoping for better days.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
DAY TWENTY SIX: Death of a Salesman
A few weeks back, my mom and Kristin's mom "won" a huge prize if they went to a 90 minute sales pitch on a time share in Conroe. Sherri couldn't go, so Mom asked me and Kenna to go with her. Not wanting Mom to get taken (not that she would, she's pretty savvy) I agreed.
Walking in, we both noticed that the people there for the prize were questionable as to meeting the requirement to make $40,000 a year to be eligible for the prize. Mom had been told repeatedly to be there by 12:30 ("DO NOT BE LATE!"), so we showed up at 12:15. Almost forty minutes later, we finally got called back by the overly-exuberant salesperson who would be detailing the time share. Now, we had been told it was a 90 minute presentation, and we had time to get back to pick up Leslie from school if they stuck to their timetable. (We had worked out with Leslie's teacher to keep her until we got there no matter the time. Mrs. Bradham is awesome.)
After thirty more minutes of small talk, questionnaires, and about a dozen references to the salesperson's grandmother "introducing me to the wonderful world of time shares" she actually started to tell us about the timeshares- at 1:30. We needed to be done- and were scheduled to be done- by 2. So, I stopped the salesperson and informed her of the issue.
In an instant, the bubbly smile was gone. There was a face of anger and almost rage there for a second, then a thinly veiled attempt at being nice again as she coldly said, "I won't have time to finish my presentation." I pointed out that if they had gotten us in on time like they demanded us to be on time, this might not have been a problem. She countered that "You should have told me this on the patio so I could adjust my presentation." To which I again countered that we were early, it was her company that was behind.
She excused herself to see if she could make arrangements with the floor manager. It was clearly and excuse to get up and stall. I noticed that the majority of the salesmen appeared to not be normal wearers of suits. You know those people who have to wear a suit or dress up but are not comfortable with it? Like high school guys at sports banquets when they have to wear a tie. Yeah, that's what these folks reminded me of, not just because they looked about 18.
So, the sales person comes back and takes us on a shortened tour- after a "manager" gave her permission <fake>.
Now, the tour went quickly, and the places were nice, but Kenna kept seeing things she liked, and at one point she tugged on my arm and pointed at a playground and said, "I wish we could live here!" I shushed her before the salesperson could hear.
Then we got back and they tried the sales pitch again. Mom clearly said, "No, we're not interested at this time. Finances wouldn't allow us to take this on, either of us." So out came a second floor manager- who looked about 22 and didn't wear a suit often. He tells us of a super secret deal for about 1/6 of the original price. Mom says, "NO." He says that we need to take advantage of this because it's a once in a lifetime deal, and it is just for today, and shows us a sheet of paper with one side showing the deal today, the other the "Uncertain Tomorrow."
Note to scummy sales people, don't tell me its a one day deal, then hand me a sheet of paper with a clearly marked date of three months earlier. It kills your urgency.
The guy pressed, and said that they were getting the prize my mom won together, and asked why not interested, even with the great deal. So, I did my role, why Mom asked me to come.
I was the heavy.
"Because of the hard sell," I said. He looked at me funny. 8th grade vocabulary must not have covered that term of salesmanship. And at this point, it was 2:15, we'd been there two hours. "And because you are not respecting out time. We showed up, did what we were supposed to do, and you guys dropped the ball, now you're pressuring."
He asked, half angry, half still trying to sell, "What can we do to change your mind?"
"Nothing," I said. "Just get our prizes done fast and let us go."
Sales person and floor manager #2 cut their losses and left.
In five minutes, we had Mom's "prize." A legitimate $40 gift card, and two slightly sketchy vacations that we are researching lots.
I must say, I enjoyed the debate. I like getting to talk circles around people. Even if those people are poor excuses for salespeople who only know how to use Psych 101 tricks like "tell stories about your beloved grandma to the grandma" and "Here is a super secret deal I just found out about and am only telling you."
I enjoyed the day with Mom and Kenna as well. I don't get to spend as much time with Mom as an adult, and I enjoy frustrating people with her.
She and I make a good team. As long as we keep Kenna from blowing our cover with exciting declarations like, " This is AWESOME!"
Walking in, we both noticed that the people there for the prize were questionable as to meeting the requirement to make $40,000 a year to be eligible for the prize. Mom had been told repeatedly to be there by 12:30 ("DO NOT BE LATE!"), so we showed up at 12:15. Almost forty minutes later, we finally got called back by the overly-exuberant salesperson who would be detailing the time share. Now, we had been told it was a 90 minute presentation, and we had time to get back to pick up Leslie from school if they stuck to their timetable. (We had worked out with Leslie's teacher to keep her until we got there no matter the time. Mrs. Bradham is awesome.)
After thirty more minutes of small talk, questionnaires, and about a dozen references to the salesperson's grandmother "introducing me to the wonderful world of time shares" she actually started to tell us about the timeshares- at 1:30. We needed to be done- and were scheduled to be done- by 2. So, I stopped the salesperson and informed her of the issue.
In an instant, the bubbly smile was gone. There was a face of anger and almost rage there for a second, then a thinly veiled attempt at being nice again as she coldly said, "I won't have time to finish my presentation." I pointed out that if they had gotten us in on time like they demanded us to be on time, this might not have been a problem. She countered that "You should have told me this on the patio so I could adjust my presentation." To which I again countered that we were early, it was her company that was behind.
She excused herself to see if she could make arrangements with the floor manager. It was clearly and excuse to get up and stall. I noticed that the majority of the salesmen appeared to not be normal wearers of suits. You know those people who have to wear a suit or dress up but are not comfortable with it? Like high school guys at sports banquets when they have to wear a tie. Yeah, that's what these folks reminded me of, not just because they looked about 18.
So, the sales person comes back and takes us on a shortened tour- after a "manager" gave her permission <fake>.
Now, the tour went quickly, and the places were nice, but Kenna kept seeing things she liked, and at one point she tugged on my arm and pointed at a playground and said, "I wish we could live here!" I shushed her before the salesperson could hear.
Then we got back and they tried the sales pitch again. Mom clearly said, "No, we're not interested at this time. Finances wouldn't allow us to take this on, either of us." So out came a second floor manager- who looked about 22 and didn't wear a suit often. He tells us of a super secret deal for about 1/6 of the original price. Mom says, "NO." He says that we need to take advantage of this because it's a once in a lifetime deal, and it is just for today, and shows us a sheet of paper with one side showing the deal today, the other the "Uncertain Tomorrow."
Note to scummy sales people, don't tell me its a one day deal, then hand me a sheet of paper with a clearly marked date of three months earlier. It kills your urgency.
The guy pressed, and said that they were getting the prize my mom won together, and asked why not interested, even with the great deal. So, I did my role, why Mom asked me to come.
I was the heavy.
"Because of the hard sell," I said. He looked at me funny. 8th grade vocabulary must not have covered that term of salesmanship. And at this point, it was 2:15, we'd been there two hours. "And because you are not respecting out time. We showed up, did what we were supposed to do, and you guys dropped the ball, now you're pressuring."
He asked, half angry, half still trying to sell, "What can we do to change your mind?"
"Nothing," I said. "Just get our prizes done fast and let us go."
Sales person and floor manager #2 cut their losses and left.
In five minutes, we had Mom's "prize." A legitimate $40 gift card, and two slightly sketchy vacations that we are researching lots.
I must say, I enjoyed the debate. I like getting to talk circles around people. Even if those people are poor excuses for salespeople who only know how to use Psych 101 tricks like "tell stories about your beloved grandma to the grandma" and "Here is a super secret deal I just found out about and am only telling you."
I enjoyed the day with Mom and Kenna as well. I don't get to spend as much time with Mom as an adult, and I enjoy frustrating people with her.
She and I make a good team. As long as we keep Kenna from blowing our cover with exciting declarations like, " This is AWESOME!"
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
DAY TWENTY FIVE: The Rush
Last night there was a storm, and being prepared for everything like I try to be, I set my phone alarm in case the electricity knocked out the alarm clocks. Kristin normally gets up between 5 and 5:30, so I set my alarm for 7 as a backup.
The electricity never went out, but Kristin forgot to set her alarm. I woke us both up at 6:59 and in a mad rush, Kristin got ready while I woke Leslie and got her going. Shockingly, Leslie snapped to pretty quickly- normally, she's the non-morning person. By 7:35, they were headed out the door and Kenna was getting ready for Mother's Day Out.
I had plans to come home from dropping Kenna off to work out and clean house a bit since my mom was coming into town for an event she had to go to tomorrow. But at 8:30, as we were about to leave, I was called for an all-day sub position doing 7th and 8th grade Health and Coach. I quickly dressed up a bit, and off we went.
The day wasn't bad, for me, but the kids were rowdy. Turns out, the same class period I was having a tough time, Kristin was dealing with a fight in her class. I called her at the time I knew her lunch/conference to be, and it was apparently just in time for her to vent. She was worn out, and it was all over her voice.
Once again, the coaches snubbed me. This time it actually happened, they didn't say a word that I didn't initiate, and left before I could check roll. In fairness, they later apologized and made it better during the second Athletics time.
I was able to leave early, and since a downpour had ensued, I thought I'd try to catch my mom before she and Kenna had to get out in the rain to pick-up Leslie. So, I had no umbrella, and I ran from the building to the car- about 50 yards. I was soaked. Fortunately there was an umbrella in the car, so when I did catch my mom and Kenna, I could stop the rain coming from the sky.
But not the stuff on the ground.
I got more soaked on the way to the school form my car, and had to carry Leslie over the puddles in the road. (She's so small, she'd wash away. :) )
Finally, we made it home, and I could dry out. Now, here is hoping to a less rushed evening.
The electricity never went out, but Kristin forgot to set her alarm. I woke us both up at 6:59 and in a mad rush, Kristin got ready while I woke Leslie and got her going. Shockingly, Leslie snapped to pretty quickly- normally, she's the non-morning person. By 7:35, they were headed out the door and Kenna was getting ready for Mother's Day Out.
I had plans to come home from dropping Kenna off to work out and clean house a bit since my mom was coming into town for an event she had to go to tomorrow. But at 8:30, as we were about to leave, I was called for an all-day sub position doing 7th and 8th grade Health and Coach. I quickly dressed up a bit, and off we went.
The day wasn't bad, for me, but the kids were rowdy. Turns out, the same class period I was having a tough time, Kristin was dealing with a fight in her class. I called her at the time I knew her lunch/conference to be, and it was apparently just in time for her to vent. She was worn out, and it was all over her voice.
Once again, the coaches snubbed me. This time it actually happened, they didn't say a word that I didn't initiate, and left before I could check roll. In fairness, they later apologized and made it better during the second Athletics time.
I was able to leave early, and since a downpour had ensued, I thought I'd try to catch my mom before she and Kenna had to get out in the rain to pick-up Leslie. So, I had no umbrella, and I ran from the building to the car- about 50 yards. I was soaked. Fortunately there was an umbrella in the car, so when I did catch my mom and Kenna, I could stop the rain coming from the sky.
But not the stuff on the ground.
I got more soaked on the way to the school form my car, and had to carry Leslie over the puddles in the road. (She's so small, she'd wash away. :) )
Finally, we made it home, and I could dry out. Now, here is hoping to a less rushed evening.
Monday, May 7, 2012
DAY TWENTY FOUR: Child Sick Day
At 2 a.m. this morning, Kenna knocked on the door to our room. I honestly don't remember what this was about. At around 2:30, she knocked again to tell us she had a tummy ache. I didn't necessarily believe her. At 2:45, she got sick. In the hallway. There is nothing like cleaning up carpet at 3 a.m. to ruin your day. Except another round of sick at 3:30. And 5:15. And 7.
Needless to say, after the first round, I had to cancel my subbing position at the High School for Biology. I was kind of looking forward to it, but then again, this may have been a blessing after all.
Kenna was doing fine by 9 this morning, so it was an easy day at home. The kind I couldn't wait for when I was working because I got to stay home from work at my kid's expense. Now, I was kind of irritated because it meant I wouldn't get paid for today. It's amazing the difference in mentality when you don't have paid sick leave.
It made me realize something. I had grown selfish at my old job. I stayed home under the claim that "I can help Kristin go to work at Mother's Day Out if I stay home and take care of Kenna." This was true, but really and truly, I was just glad to be off work. It was about me, not my wife or my sick kid.
As I was feeling irritated at the lost days wages, this occurred to me. And I felt like scum. Sure, we could use the money, but my daughter could use some attention and love.
It put me in a funk for the rest of the day. That combined with the lack of sleep and an ill-advised walk in the afternoon sun carrying Leslie bike to school means that now I don't feel the best.
I guess that's kinda poetic justice.
Kenna is feeling tons better- even getting to play with the neighbor's granddaughter this afternoon-, which is great, and Leslie loved her bike ride home. No word from Kristin's interview yet, so we're a little down here. Not the best day of this journey by any means.
Needless to say, after the first round, I had to cancel my subbing position at the High School for Biology. I was kind of looking forward to it, but then again, this may have been a blessing after all.
Kenna was doing fine by 9 this morning, so it was an easy day at home. The kind I couldn't wait for when I was working because I got to stay home from work at my kid's expense. Now, I was kind of irritated because it meant I wouldn't get paid for today. It's amazing the difference in mentality when you don't have paid sick leave.
It made me realize something. I had grown selfish at my old job. I stayed home under the claim that "I can help Kristin go to work at Mother's Day Out if I stay home and take care of Kenna." This was true, but really and truly, I was just glad to be off work. It was about me, not my wife or my sick kid.
As I was feeling irritated at the lost days wages, this occurred to me. And I felt like scum. Sure, we could use the money, but my daughter could use some attention and love.
It put me in a funk for the rest of the day. That combined with the lack of sleep and an ill-advised walk in the afternoon sun carrying Leslie bike to school means that now I don't feel the best.
I guess that's kinda poetic justice.
Kenna is feeling tons better- even getting to play with the neighbor's granddaughter this afternoon-, which is great, and Leslie loved her bike ride home. No word from Kristin's interview yet, so we're a little down here. Not the best day of this journey by any means.
Friday, May 4, 2012
DAY TWENTY THREE: Art Class?
I had high hopes for my day as an art teacher. And when I walked in and saw the art the kids had been doing, I must say, I was impressed. Cityscapes with dimension and color, vibrant displays on the wall- this could be cool.
Then I saw the lesson plan. "Watch Horton Hears a Who in every class. NO ONE does any work on projects." My heart sank a little. Sure, it was be an easy day of volume control, but I gotta say, I like teaching and interacting with the students. So, I was a bit disappointed.
But it did go well. Absolutely no discipline problems, so it was completely easy. But, as funny as the movie was, I had to watch the same part six times. Thankfully, I had a book called Batman and Philosophy loaned to me by my friend Daniel. I can't remember the last time I read over a hundred pages in a book in a day.
Also, I have been experimenting with the best way to have Dr. Pepper at lunch. It generally involves freezing a 20 oz bottle for a period of time and letting it thaw out. Last time I froze it for a few hours the night before and then refrigerated it overnight. It was a tad bit warm. So this time I froze it overnight.
This created a kind of soda bomb that had to be diffused before drinking. It brought some life to the day that it was sorely lacking.
Kristin had her interview at lunch as well. She feels it went really well. In her words, "If I don't get the job, it is not because I had a bad interview." Now, we wait to see what comes of it.
So ends this week. Not a bad one at all. Here is hoping next week leads to more good subbing, and a job offer for Kristin.
Then I saw the lesson plan. "Watch Horton Hears a Who in every class. NO ONE does any work on projects." My heart sank a little. Sure, it was be an easy day of volume control, but I gotta say, I like teaching and interacting with the students. So, I was a bit disappointed.
But it did go well. Absolutely no discipline problems, so it was completely easy. But, as funny as the movie was, I had to watch the same part six times. Thankfully, I had a book called Batman and Philosophy loaned to me by my friend Daniel. I can't remember the last time I read over a hundred pages in a book in a day.
Also, I have been experimenting with the best way to have Dr. Pepper at lunch. It generally involves freezing a 20 oz bottle for a period of time and letting it thaw out. Last time I froze it for a few hours the night before and then refrigerated it overnight. It was a tad bit warm. So this time I froze it overnight.
This created a kind of soda bomb that had to be diffused before drinking. It brought some life to the day that it was sorely lacking.
Kristin had her interview at lunch as well. She feels it went really well. In her words, "If I don't get the job, it is not because I had a bad interview." Now, we wait to see what comes of it.
So ends this week. Not a bad one at all. Here is hoping next week leads to more good subbing, and a job offer for Kristin.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
DAY TWENTY TWO: The Sun Burns
One of my favorite things about having no job is that I am free to do one of my favorite things in ministry: meet with people. When I was working, I had to tack meetings onto the end of the day, and grab coffee not because I liked the taste, but because I needed the jolt to keep me focused and awake. Working with college students in our church, I was often jealous of the availability they had during the day. Now, I enjoy more than my share of freedom.
Today, our church was scheduled to have a day of Ultimate Frisbee during Dead Days (days with no classes before finals). Unfortunately, food poisoning and last minute studying for finals meant only two of us actually showed up. So, instead we played disc golf.
Andy and I were behind a group of three guys, all shirtless. Andy quipped that next time we should do that and improve our game. I responded that I was iffy on wearing a sleeveless shirt, so this was not likely.
It was a beautiful day, just a slight breeze and plenty bright. But not too hot, either. Andy and meet weekly to discuss the book of Romans, so we have a pretty good relationship and lots of conversation topics. Though I'm a pastor, and I love preaching, large groups just conversing wear me out. But one on one talks are invigorating. You get to learn so much more about people- more than just the words they say, but the way they say them. One on one, people share their lives. Andy challenges me. He is a thinker, and he is not afraid to ask tough questions. This is great for me to grow, myself.
As we talked and played, we noted that playing with no shirts does not improve one's game. In fact, it apparently makes you slow, prone to throw discs in creeks and underbrush, and a bit inconsiderate. To be fair, we did also get a disc stuck in the creek, but a skillful use of some driftwood made it easy to retrieve. And we blocked no one's game.
After we played, I had to pick up the kids. I was really hot, so it made a great excuse to stop by Sonic's Happy Hour.
When I got home, my Mom was waiting for us- tonight was Leslie's 1st Grade Music performance- so I went in to get ready for it. It was then I noticed it.
Sunburn.
Stupid sleeveless shirt.
So, we went to the musical, and Leslie was an adorable xylophone playing bear. She and her sister are adorable in whatever they do, anyway.
Afterwards, I made it a point to pick up some aloe vera. It has lidocaine in it. I'm very excited.
Tomorrow I sub as a 7th and 8th grade art teacher. This should be interesting.
Today, our church was scheduled to have a day of Ultimate Frisbee during Dead Days (days with no classes before finals). Unfortunately, food poisoning and last minute studying for finals meant only two of us actually showed up. So, instead we played disc golf.
Andy and I were behind a group of three guys, all shirtless. Andy quipped that next time we should do that and improve our game. I responded that I was iffy on wearing a sleeveless shirt, so this was not likely.
It was a beautiful day, just a slight breeze and plenty bright. But not too hot, either. Andy and meet weekly to discuss the book of Romans, so we have a pretty good relationship and lots of conversation topics. Though I'm a pastor, and I love preaching, large groups just conversing wear me out. But one on one talks are invigorating. You get to learn so much more about people- more than just the words they say, but the way they say them. One on one, people share their lives. Andy challenges me. He is a thinker, and he is not afraid to ask tough questions. This is great for me to grow, myself.
As we talked and played, we noted that playing with no shirts does not improve one's game. In fact, it apparently makes you slow, prone to throw discs in creeks and underbrush, and a bit inconsiderate. To be fair, we did also get a disc stuck in the creek, but a skillful use of some driftwood made it easy to retrieve. And we blocked no one's game.
After we played, I had to pick up the kids. I was really hot, so it made a great excuse to stop by Sonic's Happy Hour.
When I got home, my Mom was waiting for us- tonight was Leslie's 1st Grade Music performance- so I went in to get ready for it. It was then I noticed it.
Sunburn.
Stupid sleeveless shirt.
So, we went to the musical, and Leslie was an adorable xylophone playing bear. She and her sister are adorable in whatever they do, anyway.
Afterwards, I made it a point to pick up some aloe vera. It has lidocaine in it. I'm very excited.
Tomorrow I sub as a 7th and 8th grade art teacher. This should be interesting.
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
DAY TWENTY ONE: The D(irty clothes)-Day Invasion
Today was laundry day.
The never-ending battle is bad because if you stretch it into multiple days, it seems never-ending. But if you D-Day it- all in one fell swoop- sure, it's rough, but it's over for a week. This is the theory I'm running with.
The other thing I do like about laundry day is that it kind of does itself. You can toss a load in and do something else while it runs. This enabled Kenna and I to make a surprise visit to Kristin at work. It was only partly to be nice, I have really just been curious about her working space, and wanted a mental image to go with the stories. The surprise was almost blown by the secretary, but then, realizing who we were, she didn't call ahead. We arrived at the room to find it locked. A teacher across the hall pointed out she was in the teacher's lounge- a place she'd not gone to before. We were shown where it was and Kristin was duly surprised. Could be the surprise was due to simply seeing us, could be because the first thing Kenna said was "Is tomorrow show and tell at Mother's Day Out?"
We did get to see the room and spend a little time with her, then we headed home for lunch. There, the laundry battle resumed. There are two cool things about laundry, one of which I just discovered today.
One is that Leslie and Kenna have round clothes hampers that are the perfect size for the door on the washer. I simply line it up and punch the back and like a cannon -BOOM- out shoots the clothes into the washer. OK, I make the boom noise myself to keep with the D-Day analogy. And yes, I know there were no cannons on D-Day. This is a small pleasure, but it helps me.
The other thing I did learn new was that when doing lots of laundry, detergent gets in your fingernails. This lead to today's revelation of a great way to get me to stop biting my fingernails.
After picking up Leslie, the three of us went to the comic book shop and then the cookie place on the mall. I feel that giving my kids M&M Double Doozies from Great American Cookie Company and sending them off to church is just good, clean fun.
Then it was finishing up the house cleaning for our church small group tonight. As I type this, Laundry D-Day is still going on, but the enemy is reeling and on the verge of defeat.
Vive la liberte!
Or, "Yaaaay for clean clothes!"
The never-ending battle is bad because if you stretch it into multiple days, it seems never-ending. But if you D-Day it- all in one fell swoop- sure, it's rough, but it's over for a week. This is the theory I'm running with.
The other thing I do like about laundry day is that it kind of does itself. You can toss a load in and do something else while it runs. This enabled Kenna and I to make a surprise visit to Kristin at work. It was only partly to be nice, I have really just been curious about her working space, and wanted a mental image to go with the stories. The surprise was almost blown by the secretary, but then, realizing who we were, she didn't call ahead. We arrived at the room to find it locked. A teacher across the hall pointed out she was in the teacher's lounge- a place she'd not gone to before. We were shown where it was and Kristin was duly surprised. Could be the surprise was due to simply seeing us, could be because the first thing Kenna said was "Is tomorrow show and tell at Mother's Day Out?"
We did get to see the room and spend a little time with her, then we headed home for lunch. There, the laundry battle resumed. There are two cool things about laundry, one of which I just discovered today.
One is that Leslie and Kenna have round clothes hampers that are the perfect size for the door on the washer. I simply line it up and punch the back and like a cannon -BOOM- out shoots the clothes into the washer. OK, I make the boom noise myself to keep with the D-Day analogy. And yes, I know there were no cannons on D-Day. This is a small pleasure, but it helps me.
The other thing I did learn new was that when doing lots of laundry, detergent gets in your fingernails. This lead to today's revelation of a great way to get me to stop biting my fingernails.
After picking up Leslie, the three of us went to the comic book shop and then the cookie place on the mall. I feel that giving my kids M&M Double Doozies from Great American Cookie Company and sending them off to church is just good, clean fun.
Then it was finishing up the house cleaning for our church small group tonight. As I type this, Laundry D-Day is still going on, but the enemy is reeling and on the verge of defeat.
Vive la liberte!
Or, "Yaaaay for clean clothes!"
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
DAY TWENTY: Grocery stores make me angry
After dropping Kenna of at Mother's Day Out, and being
accosted by Glenda, Kenna's teacher, for my wrinkled shirt (she kids, she
kids), I braved a new task.
Grocery shopping.
Grocery shopping.
OK, OK, I have grocery shopped before, lots of times. And the list this time was a short one. I'll be honest, I'm using this as an excuse
to air some grievances about grocery stores.
1) Why are some things- like Parmesan cheese, seasoning packets, and pimentos- so hard to find? I mean, it would make sense for Parmesan to be near other cheeses, and the seasoning packets near seasoning OR boxed dinners, and pimentos...well, I really don't know where they SHOULD go, but the grocery store should. Yet time after time, I wander around looking for something, only to finally give in and ask a worker, who points to a spot I walked past at least twice. In some place that of course makes total sense, like the toy aisle.
1) Why are some things- like Parmesan cheese, seasoning packets, and pimentos- so hard to find? I mean, it would make sense for Parmesan to be near other cheeses, and the seasoning packets near seasoning OR boxed dinners, and pimentos...well, I really don't know where they SHOULD go, but the grocery store should. Yet time after time, I wander around looking for something, only to finally give in and ask a worker, who points to a spot I walked past at least twice. In some place that of course makes total sense, like the toy aisle.
2) When you do find
these things, the store will inevitably reorganize and you lose them- and
everything else- again. I think grocery
stores are run by sadists. They love to
see people suffer the pain and frustration of having to re-learn a store
layout. And sometimes it happens
overnight. Walmart is the worst at
this. I can't remember how many times
I've gone in one day, found something but wasn't sure about it, and come back
the next day to find it moved or gone completely, despite being fully stocked
the day before.
3) Though it is not grocery stores themselves, people who go to them with ridiculously large vehicles that they cannot navigate properly. If you drive a massive truck and can park and leave without causing a massive traffic back-up, we've got no problem. Today a young woman driving a four door, jacked up truck with towing package and foot and a half protruding grill guard very nearly got wedged in the parking row because she could not pull out of her spot. She got in, and there were no other large vehicles nearby, so I don't get her issue. Also, I get that backing in makes it easier to get out, but if you must do it, please be considerate of other traffic and get it right the first time or go someplace where cars are not waiting for you.
Alright, done with the venting.
Today was a kind of relaxing day for me. Just a little housework, since I've had a project or something church related every day this past week. Speaking of which, I did do a little work on our church's new logo and branding. Sunday we "close" our church for the summer with a plan to restart it come the fall. It will give the students we minister to the chance to help build a church, to learn leadership and apply their vision. It's an exciting time, I'm really glad I will have so much free time to work on it come this summer.
It's almost like it was planned or something...
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