Today for Christmas I received (among other things) the following items:
1) An apron
2) A cook book
3) My very own (pink) frying pan
Apparently someone (ahem, g.mango) has been rubbing off on me.
Also, for the first time in my life, I can honestly say that the absolute highlight of my day was hanging out with my family. Parents, siblings, steplings and all. That makes me happy.
Merry Christmas, all!
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Sometimes It's Just Too Much
I've never disliked a job in childcare before. This one I can't stand.
It's not the kids. They're as cute as any I've ever worked with. It's the organization. I won't bore you with the details, but I've never worked in such chaos. I was never trained, there's nowhere for our kids to run around, licensing rules make keeping the kids occupied impossible, five year olds can not handle a nine hour day. . .the list goes on. Trust me, it'll be a white Christmas in Victoria before I ever work for these guys again.
To top it all off, I've gone through all this for them, and I find out today that due to low enrollment, I'm only working one day next week. One day!!! I never even knew such a development was possible!! Aren't they supposed to tell you that beforehand? If you're hired for nine days of work, aren't you supposed to get nine days of work? Part of me is glad for the break, but the other part of me is poor. So much for paying for school next semester.
I can't stand this job.
It's not the kids. They're as cute as any I've ever worked with. It's the organization. I won't bore you with the details, but I've never worked in such chaos. I was never trained, there's nowhere for our kids to run around, licensing rules make keeping the kids occupied impossible, five year olds can not handle a nine hour day. . .the list goes on. Trust me, it'll be a white Christmas in Victoria before I ever work for these guys again.
To top it all off, I've gone through all this for them, and I find out today that due to low enrollment, I'm only working one day next week. One day!!! I never even knew such a development was possible!! Aren't they supposed to tell you that beforehand? If you're hired for nine days of work, aren't you supposed to get nine days of work? Part of me is glad for the break, but the other part of me is poor. So much for paying for school next semester.
I can't stand this job.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Sometimes You Just Have to Laugh
Ya gotta love working with five and six year olds. Here are some of the things I heard today, during my eight and a half hour stint with the kids:
In the changeroom at the pool:
-(while staring at 200 identical lockers) "which one did I put my stuff in?"
-"I can't find my pants!"
On the bus:
-"Something's wrong! I can't feel my bum!"
-"We just passed my house! Did you see it?" (two minutes later) "Hey, we passed my house again!" (two minutes later) "No, that one's my house. Maybe the other one was my granny's house."
All day long:
-"Shelby and Devin, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-I-S-N-G!" (sic)
Maybe we should introduce spelling time instead of craft time.
In the changeroom at the pool:
-(while staring at 200 identical lockers) "which one did I put my stuff in?"
-"I can't find my pants!"
On the bus:
-"Something's wrong! I can't feel my bum!"
-"We just passed my house! Did you see it?" (two minutes later) "Hey, we passed my house again!" (two minutes later) "No, that one's my house. Maybe the other one was my granny's house."
All day long:
-"Shelby and Devin, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-I-S-N-G!" (sic)
Maybe we should introduce spelling time instead of craft time.
Monday, December 19, 2005
Sometimes I Need to Sleep
Why was I celebrating about getting this job? One day down, nine to go, and I'm already barely able to stay up past 9:30. Tomorrow I work from 8:30-8:30. I'm going to die.
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Sometimes I Like Tradition Too Much
This morning I partook in one of my favourite church traditions: Sundae Sunday.
Every year, on the last Sunday before Christmas, my church substitutes Sunday School for ice cream sundaes and fellowship in the gym. This year, I arrived at church an hour early just to enjoy the festivities. I get so excited about this every year! Kinda silly when you consider that I don't even really like ice cream sundaes anymore.
But tradition is tradition, so eat the ice cream I did, regardless of the fact that none of my friends even showed up to share my joy. Funny how tradition can make the mundane wonderful.
Some other traditions I expect to enjoy this year:
- playing Mary to Greg's Joseph on Christmas Eve.
- trying to keep my mom from stressing about the Christmas Eve play
- stuffing stockings into the wee hours of the morning on Christmas Eve, having spent the entire day preparing for the play.
- cornbread stuffing
- being awoken by my mother "making coffee" (read: dropping pots and slamming cupboards so we'll all wake up and she won't have to admit to being too excited to wait until later for her stocking)
- cornbread stuffing
- opening my stocking in record time, regardless of how much effort I put into not being the first one done
- being ridiculed by the step-lings for giving and receiving books as presents
- cornbread stuffing
- fishing boiled coins out of my figgy pudding while ignoring the presence of the actual dessert
- cornbread stuffing
- and of course, leftovers. . .of cornbread stuffing
Oh, tradition is grand!
Every year, on the last Sunday before Christmas, my church substitutes Sunday School for ice cream sundaes and fellowship in the gym. This year, I arrived at church an hour early just to enjoy the festivities. I get so excited about this every year! Kinda silly when you consider that I don't even really like ice cream sundaes anymore.
But tradition is tradition, so eat the ice cream I did, regardless of the fact that none of my friends even showed up to share my joy. Funny how tradition can make the mundane wonderful.
Some other traditions I expect to enjoy this year:
- playing Mary to Greg's Joseph on Christmas Eve.
- trying to keep my mom from stressing about the Christmas Eve play
- stuffing stockings into the wee hours of the morning on Christmas Eve, having spent the entire day preparing for the play.
- cornbread stuffing
- being awoken by my mother "making coffee" (read: dropping pots and slamming cupboards so we'll all wake up and she won't have to admit to being too excited to wait until later for her stocking)
- cornbread stuffing
- opening my stocking in record time, regardless of how much effort I put into not being the first one done
- being ridiculed by the step-lings for giving and receiving books as presents
- cornbread stuffing
- fishing boiled coins out of my figgy pudding while ignoring the presence of the actual dessert
- cornbread stuffing
- and of course, leftovers. . .of cornbread stuffing
Oh, tradition is grand!
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Sometimes I Can't Stop Thinking About Her
I had a dream about Britt the other night. I hate those dreams. Every time I'm so excited to see her, I've missed her so much. Then I remember it can't be her, and she turns into someone else. Every time I wake up in tears.
I really hope this doesn't last forever. I miss her so much.
I can't wait to get to heaven and see her again.
I really hope this doesn't last forever. I miss her so much.
I can't wait to get to heaven and see her again.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Monday, December 12, 2005
Sometimes There Are No Words
So, I returned home from the vdot this weekend to an already decorated house. Though sad to have missed the festivities, I was excited about the smells of Christmas Tree permeating the entire residence. I was also shocked to find this:
Yes, that is what you think it is. How could I forget:
Apparently our toilet enjoys masquerading as Santa during the holiday season.
My sister's boyfriend won't pee at our house anymore.
Sometimes I Need to Relax My Diaphragm
I have the hiccups.
And they're not the strong, silent type either. Oh no, these ones like to make themselves known.
I'm just glad that I didn't have them during my exam this morning, as we're talking about the professor who will give you an automatic zero if you:
a) write with a black pen instead of a blue one
b) use a fine-tipped pen
c) deviate from the subject matter AT ALL
d) put any personal information in your essay
e) write too little
f) write too much
g) eat cereal for breakfast instead of toast
h) wear socks with more than two colours on them
i) (I can only assume) - hiccup.
On a more positive note, I did not commit any of the above atrocities, and I think I kicked butt on that exam. And got my French marks back and I'm fairly happy. AND I passed my criminal record check! Life is good.
And they're not the strong, silent type either. Oh no, these ones like to make themselves known.
I'm just glad that I didn't have them during my exam this morning, as we're talking about the professor who will give you an automatic zero if you:
a) write with a black pen instead of a blue one
b) use a fine-tipped pen
c) deviate from the subject matter AT ALL
d) put any personal information in your essay
e) write too little
f) write too much
g) eat cereal for breakfast instead of toast
h) wear socks with more than two colours on them
i) (I can only assume) - hiccup.
On a more positive note, I did not commit any of the above atrocities, and I think I kicked butt on that exam. And got my French marks back and I'm fairly happy. AND I passed my criminal record check! Life is good.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Sometimes I'm a Genius!
This just in: Kailyn and I are geniuses!!!
We have just devised a theory proving that it is necessary to procrastinate in order to graduate from University.
However, I don't feel like explaining it right now.
Ask me about it later.
We have just devised a theory proving that it is necessary to procrastinate in order to graduate from University.
However, I don't feel like explaining it right now.
Ask me about it later.
Thursday, December 01, 2005
Sometimes it's all about the little things.
Today was a good day. Here's why:
1) it's snowing
2) I bought a pair of pants today in the smallest size I've bought since....ever
3) my job interview went really well
4) my haircut included a fabulous head massage
Sometimes the little things make the biggest difference in a day.
1) it's snowing
2) I bought a pair of pants today in the smallest size I've bought since....ever
3) my job interview went really well
4) my haircut included a fabulous head massage
Sometimes the little things make the biggest difference in a day.
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