Floopy

And I should be grading papers to get ahead so I have a clean start on Monday. But what am I doing? Watching Friends. In my classroom. And I realize that a word that has worked its way into my vocabulary, "Floopy," came from season one, episode 4 of Friends. Who knew that something like a word would stick with me for almost 15 years? Crazy.

Just an Update

Well, I've been in the swing of things for officially one month, and already I am starting to countdown until May. What's the matter with me? Nothing, really. I am enjoying my classes, and I am enjoying my students. I survived Parent/Teacher conferences (blech), and my little Alice is a happy camper because she gets to go and play with Jovi everyday. So why am I on the countdown? I don't know. I just don't feel like I am supposed to be here anymore. It's a weird feeling, and I don't know if I can describe it. There's just this...thump down in my gut, and I know. My job here is done. But, unfortunatly, no one has bothered to tell that thump that my family can't go without health care, so here I am. But as I said, I'm not particularly depressed about it. Just...not right about it.

Anyway, what's been going on? Well, Joe is still working at Chris's Autobody. He really likes it--better than his last job, anyway, but I think he's feeling misplaced, too. He's told me that he doesn't feel liek this is where he's supposed to be, either. I guess we're just in a transition period, feeling like something is going to happen, but we don't know when or how or why, or how we can help it along. We're just doing the best that we know how. I am really lucky to have the husband I do, though. He works so hard--like everyone else's husband, I guess, but Joe is working on himself, as well. I have never seen anyone work so hard to be in tune to the spirit, and the amount of faith he exerts, just trusting that we'll be taken care of. It's amazing to watch, considering how much he struggled in the past with faith and trust. He's so strong!

Miss Alice is getting bigger and bigger! I can't believe it. Her vocabulary is constantly increasing, which means my (swear) vocabulary needs to decrease. Some of her favorite words are: home, Costco, Oh No, I know, no (of course), and night-night. In fact, she asks if she can go night-night. We readily oblige. She's starting to say phrases, too. The other day she looked at me and said, "Where Dada?" or "Hi Mama! Home." She is developing a taste for PowerAde. Don't ask me why. She is so funny! And she LOVES to brush her teeth!

I am finally teaching the schedule of my dreams: 2 classes of Honors English 10, 3 classes of English 10, and one Creative Writing. IT's what I have worked for, and my mind is brimming with ideas. I really want to focus on America and the Revolutionary period this year. I don't know why, but it's another one of those gut things that I feel I have to do. We'll see how it turns out.

We're still living in the same place, even though we're dying to get out. But, because of this LOVELY economy, we're stuck. For the forseeable future. We have decided the only way we are going to get out is if things suddenly turn around and the market goes up, or if we pay off the stupid thing and rent it. Guess what thing sounds more probable? WE're never leaving. Oh well. At least have a place to live, right? Anyway, things are good. We're happy, we're healthy, and we have what we need. What more could we ask for?