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I regret not posting anything lately. I regret the very negative tone of the last post.
I take that back. I don't regret the last post. I regret not posting anything positive since then.
Okay, this post is going to ramble a little bit because I don't have time enough to make it really nice and orderly. There's really no reason for anyone to read this unless they are particularly concerned about my life. I know there are a few friends - snaars fans, if you will - who wait with bated breath, yearning for more pearls of wisdom. They will be pleased to know that yours truly, and the entire snaars clan, are alive and well, and that I may actually deign to make a real entry (!) now and again.
Nothing much has changed. The in-laws have been much nicer lately. We are paranoid that the situation could turn right around again any day. We don't have much stability in that regard.
We have gone apartment-hunting this past week, and we turned in an application today. I don't have much hope that our application will be accepted because rents are so high here. It's bad when you are spending 55% of your take-home pay in rent.
I applied to Teach for America. They don't accept just anyone, so I am counting on getting in. (Insert pause for effect here.)
I'm pretty sure they will accept me, it's just that I'm also sure I'm the only applicant who is desperate for a job. Most people who do it, do it because it's a noble cause. Me, I agree that it's for a noble cause. It's a cause I agree with and I will be very glad to be doing it. But, I would feel a lot more noble if I were choosing from a wide array of options available to me.
Michelle has decided on a home birth for our third baby. We saw the midwife a little over a week ago and we are feeling very secure and happy about it. We are assured that if we still do not have a home when the baby comes, then we can use the midwife's. We also made an appointment with a doctor for a consultation. We are all really excited and pleased.
Simcha asks questions all the time about the baby. We splurged and ate lunch at a Chinese food restaurant today. We decided to use chopsticks, and it was the first time for Simcha and Havilah. Simcha held hers up and asked Michelle, "Does the baby does use sticks, Mommy?"
Michelle told her that no, the baby does not use chopsticks.
"Oh. Cause the baby could use little sticks," Simcha asserted.
But Simcha, how would the baby get the sticks?
Oh, right. Emphtically: "No, the baby doesn't use sticks!" Takes a bit to convince her sometimes.
Well, that's all for now.
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6 comments:
good luck with the apartment & the job. 55% is a lot, but as long as you have enugh to cover the essentials, you'll be ok.
You just wait till they ask how the baby got in there - and even harder, how it's going to come out again:-)
Teach for America sounds very interesting. I had a quick look at the Web site, but I'm still trying to figure out what the organization's role is. The school board pays you. Does Teach for America provide the school board with funding to place you?
It also sounds like a challenge. Teaching low income kids in the inner city is bound to be stressful. But that's OK, you need a little stress in your life just now.
I'm telling you, Snaars, when you get to the other side of this difficult passage, you'll be a force to be reckoned with. You'll be elevated to demi-god or at least superhero status, able to tear apart iron bars with your teeth, and other neat stuff like that.
It's a good thing I'm your friend and not your enemy.
If only Q spoke the truth.
Honestly one of the best things that will come out of your horror stories of today is the creations of yester-year.
I know you are familiar with the saying that children are like sponges, soaking up information. Of course, that is exactly accurate. They pick up and utilize some of the strangest things.
Honestly, we speak about genetics etc and i have one major statement of opinion about growth and learning. I think going through difficult times has the effect of making a child understand adulthood better.
so just think about that.
err let me clarify... Q always speaks the truth, i mean if only it were true that you could ben physical rules and laws simply due to trials and tribulations of your life...
upon second review.. my point is at least your children will not be spoiled. They will understand the value of work etc.
thanks
dsb
Mrs. A: For a while I wondered why my older child, Havilah, hadn't asked about that. Then I realized that because Michelle is a childbirth educator and talks about these matters freely, they probably already know more than they want to about how the baby gets out. And, they probably don't have the slightest desire to know how it gets in there! Thanks for the words of encouragement about apartment-hunting.
Mary P.: The prospect of a home birth is very exciting, but already I'm getting tired of the reactions we get when we tell people. "You're going to do what? Don't you realize that's unsafe? What are you going to do if there's a problem????"
In answer to your question, yes, the girls will be there. I don't know if they'll be right there in the room - we'll improvise depending on the circumstances.
As for insurance, well, if we had some it would be nice. The midwife services alone cost $3500. Luckily, they are willing to put us on a payment plan.
Q: Yes, isn't that the way of all superheroes ... first life seems rosy, and they have beautiful prospects ahead ... then they move into an oppressive environment with people they don't get along with ... then they can't find a job, even though they are hard-working, talented, with good credentials ...
Wait a minute! Isn't that how the super VILLAINS start out????
Arglor: I don't know what the (insert your favorite expletive here)you're talking about, but I know your comment is meant to be well-meaning and supportive. Thank you, and thanks for clarifying your first comment a little bit.
Snaars:
That's a good point. You're going to develop super-human powers, but the jury is still out on whether you will use them for good or for evil.
Either way, just remember: Q is a friend, not an enemy.
The thing about bending iron bars may have been a slight exaggeration. But I'm of the "what doesn't kill me makes me stronger" school of thought.
I think it's true — to a point. Beyond that point, what doesn't kill you reduces you to a pathetic parody of a man, locked in a straightjacket or a padded room somewhere.
Wait a minute, I seem to be losing my train of thought. Where was I again …?
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