I don't know why, but I just thought to look into this certification. Teaching English As a Second Language. I'm kind of debating it.
My boss kind of told me that my group COULD be subject to lay-offs soon. So I'm trying to figure out what I could do.
Does anyone know of a friend/neighbor/relative that has this? I might e-mail my old study-abroad supervisor...
We are led in whole bunches of different ways!!!
On a different note, I'm thinking about bringing crayons to work to 'make my own sunshine'.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Project O Luncheon
So the luncheon to support the Project O school fund went SO well at church today!! So I thought I'd add some pictures. Everyone said I was SO calm. I just told myself that God would help me through...and I TOTALLY believe that He did. We had a bake sale as well as the luncheon and while Steve and I were sitting at the pastry table, someone came up and told me that they have a fund and that they want to talk to us about putting money from their foundation towards the Project O school. :) I hope and PRAY that it works out!!
It's been a good day. :)
Friday, June 26, 2009
I Feel Like a Whore
As most of you know, Michael Jackson died yesterday. I helped MTV cover it a little bit before going home. I found out my co-workers were here until 1am fixing up the website so that it's all Michael, all the time.
Now, I am putting up promos for people to buy his records.
I feel like a whore.
Yes, this is a big deal, but people dogged him all his life and he's finally at peace. Why are we profiting off his death? People are selling t-shirts and water bottles at the Apollo Theatre in Harlem and people have to stand in front of his body so people won't take a picture of it.
Can't we respect the dead just a little bit?
Now, I am putting up promos for people to buy his records.
I feel like a whore.
Yes, this is a big deal, but people dogged him all his life and he's finally at peace. Why are we profiting off his death? People are selling t-shirts and water bottles at the Apollo Theatre in Harlem and people have to stand in front of his body so people won't take a picture of it.
Can't we respect the dead just a little bit?
Monday, June 22, 2009
In-Laws
My in-laws are coming to town. AND staying at our apartment.
There are a few reasons for my trepidation.
1) My father-in-law is notorious for being...difficult. Difficult would be the best word. For some reason, when my father-in-law is with my mother-in-law he gets very angry. It's really weird.
2) My father-in-law almost didn't come with because we don't have air conditioning. We invited them because I'm throwing a huge luncheon at my church and I'm the only one cooking. When I cook in our apartment in the summer, our fire alarm goes off. YES. That is how hot it gets in the apartment. I plan on having the oven on ALL DAY Saturday. (Not to mention that them being in town now takes away my only help with all of this, but that's okay. We DID invite them.)
3) We are batting 0 for 100 on things to get him out of the sweltering apartment.
So the first thing we tried to do was get tickets for them to tour Yankees Stadium. My husband forgot that we tried this before and couldn't get tickets. He assumed no one would care since it's new Yankees Stadium. By the time my in-laws decided they were actually coming 1) they couldn't get flights on Friday night and 2) Yankees Stadium tour tickets were GONE. You can get them on StubHub for 4 times the price (or more) that you would have paid originally.
Sports Museum of America! That's a good idea!! We remembered seeing advertisements for it last year on the subway when it was opening. Let's do that!!
IT'S CLOSED. What?! Less than a year?! Yes. Closed.
My father-in-law does not like museums, walking, or drinking. Which crosses SO much off our list of things to do.
Here's another thing. He was like, oh, I'll just watch TV at your place. WE DON'T HAVE CABLE.
0 for 100, people. 0 for 100.
There are a few reasons for my trepidation.
1) My father-in-law is notorious for being...difficult. Difficult would be the best word. For some reason, when my father-in-law is with my mother-in-law he gets very angry. It's really weird.
2) My father-in-law almost didn't come with because we don't have air conditioning. We invited them because I'm throwing a huge luncheon at my church and I'm the only one cooking. When I cook in our apartment in the summer, our fire alarm goes off. YES. That is how hot it gets in the apartment. I plan on having the oven on ALL DAY Saturday. (Not to mention that them being in town now takes away my only help with all of this, but that's okay. We DID invite them.)
3) We are batting 0 for 100 on things to get him out of the sweltering apartment.
So the first thing we tried to do was get tickets for them to tour Yankees Stadium. My husband forgot that we tried this before and couldn't get tickets. He assumed no one would care since it's new Yankees Stadium. By the time my in-laws decided they were actually coming 1) they couldn't get flights on Friday night and 2) Yankees Stadium tour tickets were GONE. You can get them on StubHub for 4 times the price (or more) that you would have paid originally.
Sports Museum of America! That's a good idea!! We remembered seeing advertisements for it last year on the subway when it was opening. Let's do that!!
IT'S CLOSED. What?! Less than a year?! Yes. Closed.
My father-in-law does not like museums, walking, or drinking. Which crosses SO much off our list of things to do.
Here's another thing. He was like, oh, I'll just watch TV at your place. WE DON'T HAVE CABLE.
0 for 100, people. 0 for 100.
Friday, June 19, 2009
My TOMS Entry
Define love.
That was a question my high school sociology teacher posed to me and my class.
We tried to tell him it was a feeling, something indefinable. That it was between a man and a woman or a mother and a child. Something intangible and beyond our grasp.
He never accepted one of our answers.
I've never been to the Valley of 1,000 Hills, but I know of it. I sponsor two children there – a 5-year-old boy and a 3-year-old girl. I've shipped boxes of clothes (and sure, sometimes cookies) and prayed that one day I could ship myself so I could see these children who I call "my kids". I wait for pictures and letters and can feel the tears forming in my eyes when I get a smile from somewhere far, far away from children I am not sure I will ever meet.
What I feel for them is not intangible. I can feel it pulse through my body. I want to know that they’re going to be okay, that they’ll be taken care of. I think about them and pray for them and want to do all I can to love them. I can’t look at the faces of these children without falling head-over-heels.
And I’ve taken the first step. I can give them my money, but they deserve more than that. Love is something more than talking, it’s something you do. I want love that is more than just giving money. I want to give with my hands and from my heart.
If I could talk to my teacher now, I think I would have a different answer.
Love is a verb and I want to live it.
That was a question my high school sociology teacher posed to me and my class.
We tried to tell him it was a feeling, something indefinable. That it was between a man and a woman or a mother and a child. Something intangible and beyond our grasp.
He never accepted one of our answers.
I've never been to the Valley of 1,000 Hills, but I know of it. I sponsor two children there – a 5-year-old boy and a 3-year-old girl. I've shipped boxes of clothes (and sure, sometimes cookies) and prayed that one day I could ship myself so I could see these children who I call "my kids". I wait for pictures and letters and can feel the tears forming in my eyes when I get a smile from somewhere far, far away from children I am not sure I will ever meet.
What I feel for them is not intangible. I can feel it pulse through my body. I want to know that they’re going to be okay, that they’ll be taken care of. I think about them and pray for them and want to do all I can to love them. I can’t look at the faces of these children without falling head-over-heels.
And I’ve taken the first step. I can give them my money, but they deserve more than that. Love is something more than talking, it’s something you do. I want love that is more than just giving money. I want to give with my hands and from my heart.
If I could talk to my teacher now, I think I would have a different answer.
Love is a verb and I want to live it.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Thankful Thursday
AAAHHHH!!! I HAVE SO MUCH TO BE THANKFUL FOR TODAY!!! If you would like to officially be thankful, feel free to visit Sonya.
1) MY HUSBAND PASSED HIS FINAL CPA EXAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Can you tell that this means big things?!) As soon as he gets his license, it's time to look for a new job!!
2) Even though they kicked us off the first subway train today, I kept my cool and got to spend more time with my husband. Who cares if you have to wait for a few more trains? We'll all eventually get where we're going.
3) Sometimes I feel like...maybe God is whispering to me? I wrote my essay for the TOMS Shoe Drop in Durban, South Africa and I feel like God gave me some help. I mean, I guess we'll see. ;)
4) My friend, Sam. She's really been helping me with my faith and my insecurities and everything. I love talking to her and I think she's a great person.
5) My parents!! My parents have been so supportive of my husband and I, especially during his CPA exams (my dad is an accountant too). I just love them and can't wait to see them.
6) My blogging friends!!! I appreciate you guys and everything you say and do for me. I love that I have a set of people I've never met who really care for me.
7) THE LUNCHEON!!! The luncheon for Project O is coming up and I couldn't be more excited!! All I'm doing next weekend is baking. YES!!! I'm really hoping that we can raise enough money to help with the purchase of the school.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Good Morning, Sunshine!
Hey guys,
How's it going? It's been a little bit. It's also been up and down lately.
Someone spit in my hair.
Yes.
Here's how it goes. I wasn't feeling well at the gym so Steve and I decided to go home. It has been decided by some people that it's fun to scare white people up in Harlem. Steve and I were walking home. Talking to each other. Only. And someone sneaks up behind me and literally screams, "HOW ARE YOU DOING?!" But I didn't jump this time. There was no reaction. And I just let it go, because I knew what was going on. Steve didn't jump either. We just let it go.
And then he spit in my hair.
They talked about us and walked away. Steve didn't even realize it and I had to tell him. I held it together for awhile, but then I burst into tears.
Here's what gets me: I would NEVER do that someone. Anyone. No matter how angry I was. And I think it hurt me to think that I could just be standing there and someone would do that.
We prayed about it, but I would just randomly cry throughout the night. Maybe that was stupid, but it felt so personal, you know?
But the rest of this week has been good. I got both of the bridesmaid dresses that I needed to come in. BOTH need alterations. Which would normally piss me off, but it means I've lost some weight, so that's good. Then, I got an e-mail about an essay contest for TOMS. For a shoe drop in The Valley of 1,000 Hills!!! How crazy is that?! I'm trying to write my essay now. I write frenetically and just submit things. I want to take my time on this one.
So how are you doing? How's your week been?
How's it going? It's been a little bit. It's also been up and down lately.
Someone spit in my hair.
Yes.
Here's how it goes. I wasn't feeling well at the gym so Steve and I decided to go home. It has been decided by some people that it's fun to scare white people up in Harlem. Steve and I were walking home. Talking to each other. Only. And someone sneaks up behind me and literally screams, "HOW ARE YOU DOING?!" But I didn't jump this time. There was no reaction. And I just let it go, because I knew what was going on. Steve didn't jump either. We just let it go.
And then he spit in my hair.
They talked about us and walked away. Steve didn't even realize it and I had to tell him. I held it together for awhile, but then I burst into tears.
Here's what gets me: I would NEVER do that someone. Anyone. No matter how angry I was. And I think it hurt me to think that I could just be standing there and someone would do that.
We prayed about it, but I would just randomly cry throughout the night. Maybe that was stupid, but it felt so personal, you know?
But the rest of this week has been good. I got both of the bridesmaid dresses that I needed to come in. BOTH need alterations. Which would normally piss me off, but it means I've lost some weight, so that's good. Then, I got an e-mail about an essay contest for TOMS. For a shoe drop in The Valley of 1,000 Hills!!! How crazy is that?! I'm trying to write my essay now. I write frenetically and just submit things. I want to take my time on this one.
So how are you doing? How's your week been?
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