I've been really bad about keeping track of this blog and I've decided to try to get back into it by writing about experiences I've had that I remember very clearly and that were generally pretty cool or memorable. Also, my child is two. We had a Sesame Street birthday party and it was amazing. I'll write about that sometime. But today's post is:
That Time I Saw Christian Slater in a West End Play (2006)
When I was abroad I spent a week visiting my friends in London. Actually it was more like a week and a half, crashing on their couch, and I had almost forgotten how uncomfortable that couch was. But I just remembered. Anyway, I spent a lot of time sightseeing on my own while they were in class during the day, and while exploring the West End I kept seeing posters advertising that Christian Slater was appearing as Randle P. McMurphy in a revival of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. I love the play, and I ADORE Christian Slater, so it was my one thing I really wanted to see if I was going to go to a show. There were two guys who I talked into going with me, Cole and some other guy (I can't remember his name to save my life), but the night we wanted to go the show...wasn't happening? I think they weren't doing student tickets or something, and that was the only way we could afford it. Either way, we ended up walking all over the place looking for a show to go to, and ended up at Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? with Kathleen Turner, which was a fantastic show and very well done and I learned what Buffalo was. The next time there was a show was on a weekday afternoon (strange, I know) but I went by myself. I don't go to shows by myself, as a general rule, but this was Christian Slater. And because I was by myself, I got one of the last-minute tickets in row F. That's the sixth row, if you don't want to count it out. I was six rows away from Christan Slater, one of my favorite actors, watching him perform this amazing role and just rock it. There was almost a surreal quality about it, and there's no real reason for it, it was just that good.
Friday, June 29, 2012
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Mother's Day
You know what? I'm super happy I'm a mommy and I don't give a crap about Mother's Day. I bought my mom candy at Walgreen's yesterday and she was thrilled. I didn't ask for anything from anyone and I ended up getting Bojangles' for breakfast and that was enough. I'm sick, and I've spent half the day sleeping and the other half cleaning and playing with my toddler. It's a good day. Also it's raining.
There's a part of me that thinks I had the baby too early (not just in the sense that he came out at seven months, but that he came out when I was 23), but if I'd had him any other time he wouldn't be the same baby and I WOULDN'T EVEN KNOW. Such a strange thought to have. It's just weird because my friends at school are all a little older than me and nowhere near the same life place as I am. One of them is about to have his first kid, and that's as close as it gets. The other teachers with kids are older by several years. I feel like I don't totally fit into either group, but I like almost all of them. Taking care of Calvin for the last two years and trying to keep him from destroying himself or everything we own has been exhausting, and I know that I'm nowhere close to ready for a second one.
Did I mention that Calvin broke his tooth? Because he broke his tooth. I don't know how. It's the top left front one, and the bottom 1/3 or so is just gone. I was changing his diaper, and oh hey, what happened to your tooth? He wasn't upset. Never cried. It was fine when I got him from daycare and to my knowledge he didn't fall when I was home. He had such pretty teeth. But there was never any way he was going to make it through childhood unscathed. Kid never stops for anything. He runs full tilt around the house and only takes a break when he runs into something or needs food or drink.
Oh, and he's talking now. Mimicking like a little parrot. Today he said "Cheeto" clear as day when I handed him one and I had another of those Mother of the Year moments...my not-quite-two-year-old is requesting Cheetos by name. He has other words, too, and he imitates people's sounds, including coughs and sneezes. He was sitting in our floor going "Achoo!" earlier.
We're starting EOGs with the middle schoolers this week and from now until the end of the school year it's exams. I hate this time of year; I have books to finish with both my classes, more writing work for Core, exams to write, EOC prep, testing training, and so much other crap that on the morning of June 9 I'm going to wake up disoriented from running out of things to do. And then I'm going to spend my summer planning for fall, getting sun, swimming at the Y, cleaning my house, and trying not to waste it.
There's a part of me that thinks I had the baby too early (not just in the sense that he came out at seven months, but that he came out when I was 23), but if I'd had him any other time he wouldn't be the same baby and I WOULDN'T EVEN KNOW. Such a strange thought to have. It's just weird because my friends at school are all a little older than me and nowhere near the same life place as I am. One of them is about to have his first kid, and that's as close as it gets. The other teachers with kids are older by several years. I feel like I don't totally fit into either group, but I like almost all of them. Taking care of Calvin for the last two years and trying to keep him from destroying himself or everything we own has been exhausting, and I know that I'm nowhere close to ready for a second one.
Did I mention that Calvin broke his tooth? Because he broke his tooth. I don't know how. It's the top left front one, and the bottom 1/3 or so is just gone. I was changing his diaper, and oh hey, what happened to your tooth? He wasn't upset. Never cried. It was fine when I got him from daycare and to my knowledge he didn't fall when I was home. He had such pretty teeth. But there was never any way he was going to make it through childhood unscathed. Kid never stops for anything. He runs full tilt around the house and only takes a break when he runs into something or needs food or drink.
Oh, and he's talking now. Mimicking like a little parrot. Today he said "Cheeto" clear as day when I handed him one and I had another of those Mother of the Year moments...my not-quite-two-year-old is requesting Cheetos by name. He has other words, too, and he imitates people's sounds, including coughs and sneezes. He was sitting in our floor going "Achoo!" earlier.
We're starting EOGs with the middle schoolers this week and from now until the end of the school year it's exams. I hate this time of year; I have books to finish with both my classes, more writing work for Core, exams to write, EOC prep, testing training, and so much other crap that on the morning of June 9 I'm going to wake up disoriented from running out of things to do. And then I'm going to spend my summer planning for fall, getting sun, swimming at the Y, cleaning my house, and trying not to waste it.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Excuses
Crap, I did it again. I'm really quite terrible at this whole blogging thing. You guys should see my baby now. Check this out:
Yup. That's my boy. He's three feet tall and he's a ginger. He's a lot taller than any of the kids in day care. He went through a phase of crying when I dropped him off, mostly after he fell and busted his lip, but then was fine for a long time until last week. He's had two ear infections in the last month, which is a bummer, and when he got the second one he reverted to the "NO DON'T ABANDON ME" crying he used to do, and it doesn't start my day off on a good note. He does race over to me at the end of the day and give me the best hugs, though. And the day care is a good place, from everything I've seen. The teachers know and seem to care about the kids, he doesn't cry for long when I leave, and he stays clean and gets food and a nap and a place to play and social interaction, and what more could I ask for? He's hitting the language explosion phase and we bought him a potty to try that whole thing. His words now include: slide, ball, beep-beep (car), button, TV, book, story, juice, mine, diaper, spatula (which was actually "payala"), and oh yeah, counting to five. He counts to five. Dear God, he's really not a baby anymore. He repeats a lot of things, which could be good or bad, so I'm making a REALLY conscious effort to control my language. I almost got him to say "dinosaur."
Work is going well. It took me a little while to adjust but I adore my freshman class, my tenth graders are crazy but all right, and I have one class on the alternative side that's hit or miss depending on their moods. We have this thing at the end of the day called team time where we get kids from one academy and we have some character development or career prep stuff to do with them, but no one cares about it and it's not well structured, so the end of the day is always chaotic. Also, I'm getting AP certified this summer! But I'm glad to be back in the classroom, and I like my coworkers a whole lot. There are some teachers close to my age that I've actually hung out with outside of school, so I guess I have friends here now. I like it. I like my school, I like my house, I like being close to friends and family. We've made a couple of trips to Raleigh, one to Asheville, one to Greensboro, several to the Charlotte area, and none of those drives are bad. We're driving distance to the beach (although it'd be a long drive--six or so hours) and will likely go at least once this summer.
We joined the YMCA and I've been working out, swimming or running or doing Zumba, which is super fun. They have an amazing outdoor pool and water park thing that Calvin and I are going to use this summer. And also, I'm going to the Firefly Music Festival in Dover, DE this July. It will be SO AWESOME. A lot has happened that I haven't documented well. I wish I were better at this, but it's hard when you're so busy.
Yup. That's my boy. He's three feet tall and he's a ginger. He's a lot taller than any of the kids in day care. He went through a phase of crying when I dropped him off, mostly after he fell and busted his lip, but then was fine for a long time until last week. He's had two ear infections in the last month, which is a bummer, and when he got the second one he reverted to the "NO DON'T ABANDON ME" crying he used to do, and it doesn't start my day off on a good note. He does race over to me at the end of the day and give me the best hugs, though. And the day care is a good place, from everything I've seen. The teachers know and seem to care about the kids, he doesn't cry for long when I leave, and he stays clean and gets food and a nap and a place to play and social interaction, and what more could I ask for? He's hitting the language explosion phase and we bought him a potty to try that whole thing. His words now include: slide, ball, beep-beep (car), button, TV, book, story, juice, mine, diaper, spatula (which was actually "payala"), and oh yeah, counting to five. He counts to five. Dear God, he's really not a baby anymore. He repeats a lot of things, which could be good or bad, so I'm making a REALLY conscious effort to control my language. I almost got him to say "dinosaur."
Work is going well. It took me a little while to adjust but I adore my freshman class, my tenth graders are crazy but all right, and I have one class on the alternative side that's hit or miss depending on their moods. We have this thing at the end of the day called team time where we get kids from one academy and we have some character development or career prep stuff to do with them, but no one cares about it and it's not well structured, so the end of the day is always chaotic. Also, I'm getting AP certified this summer! But I'm glad to be back in the classroom, and I like my coworkers a whole lot. There are some teachers close to my age that I've actually hung out with outside of school, so I guess I have friends here now. I like it. I like my school, I like my house, I like being close to friends and family. We've made a couple of trips to Raleigh, one to Asheville, one to Greensboro, several to the Charlotte area, and none of those drives are bad. We're driving distance to the beach (although it'd be a long drive--six or so hours) and will likely go at least once this summer.
We joined the YMCA and I've been working out, swimming or running or doing Zumba, which is super fun. They have an amazing outdoor pool and water park thing that Calvin and I are going to use this summer. And also, I'm going to the Firefly Music Festival in Dover, DE this July. It will be SO AWESOME. A lot has happened that I haven't documented well. I wish I were better at this, but it's hard when you're so busy.
Saturday, February 4, 2012
New Girl
We got moved into the new house and at some point I should probably take pictures. Not only that, but I'm going back to work starting Monday. It's kind of terrifying and exciting and heartbreaking, because it also means Calvin will be in daycare 5 days a week. I think it will be good for him, but I'm a worrier and my child is the most important thing in the world to me, so I'm apprehensive. The place seems really nice and I spent an hour there on Friday with him to see how he did. He ran right in and started playing with toys. He isn't terribly sociable just yet, because he's never been around that many kids at once, but he didn't seem afraid. I'll probably cry on Monday when I drop him off.
My new job is teaching English at the magnet school here, and it's two weeks into the semester and I'm replacing the English I and II teacher. There is no time for orientation or planning or decorating or anything. I'm jumping right in on Monday. I hope it goes well, and we need the money. We're hoping to save up enough to get a house within the next year or so, and we owe my parents money for the car they sold us, and Brandon's still paying off student loans, and now we have daycare costs, so...yeah. Lots of things to work towards.
The rental house is pretty good for a rental. We've had a few hiccups--the thermostat went crazy, the hot water went out, there are some repair issues we've had to handle with the back deck and the garage door--but mostly it's a super nice house for a decent price, much cheaper than what we paid in Massachusetts, and my parents are less than an hour away, and we can easily make day trips to Charlotte or Greensboro or Asheville and weekend trips to Raleigh, and all in all I think it's going to be nice. It's funny to think that I actually have a legitimate reason to look at real estate sites, and to consider that we could buy this house if we wanted to, and to start researching school districts for Calvin and and future kids. I feel like this is the kind of place we could settle in for a long time, and even if we want to try living somewhere else for a while or going back to Raleigh, it's going to be years before that happens, and we can actually put down roots.
I miss Molly and Jack like crazy, especially because we don't know anyone locally and there isn't a MOMS club, but with work starting and Calvin getting into daycare I'm hoping we can network a little. The other teachers that I met at the school seem pretty cool. We'll see how it goes.
My new job is teaching English at the magnet school here, and it's two weeks into the semester and I'm replacing the English I and II teacher. There is no time for orientation or planning or decorating or anything. I'm jumping right in on Monday. I hope it goes well, and we need the money. We're hoping to save up enough to get a house within the next year or so, and we owe my parents money for the car they sold us, and Brandon's still paying off student loans, and now we have daycare costs, so...yeah. Lots of things to work towards.
The rental house is pretty good for a rental. We've had a few hiccups--the thermostat went crazy, the hot water went out, there are some repair issues we've had to handle with the back deck and the garage door--but mostly it's a super nice house for a decent price, much cheaper than what we paid in Massachusetts, and my parents are less than an hour away, and we can easily make day trips to Charlotte or Greensboro or Asheville and weekend trips to Raleigh, and all in all I think it's going to be nice. It's funny to think that I actually have a legitimate reason to look at real estate sites, and to consider that we could buy this house if we wanted to, and to start researching school districts for Calvin and and future kids. I feel like this is the kind of place we could settle in for a long time, and even if we want to try living somewhere else for a while or going back to Raleigh, it's going to be years before that happens, and we can actually put down roots.
I miss Molly and Jack like crazy, especially because we don't know anyone locally and there isn't a MOMS club, but with work starting and Calvin getting into daycare I'm hoping we can network a little. The other teachers that I met at the school seem pretty cool. We'll see how it goes.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Oh, dear.
Well, here we are again, for the third time in less than two years. First it was from Raleigh to Massachusetts, then across town, and now back to North Carolina. Hickory, to be exact. That's part of why I haven't written--it's gone on the back burner while I try to figure out what the hell is going on. This is because we don't actually know when we're moving. I'm flying home, one-way, on Tuesday. But I don't know when our stuff will be moved, when my husband will be down, or anything! It's this frustrating limbo period, and it's going to resolve itself suddenly, and then BAM! we'll be moved. It's our first time using a moving company and I feel like I can't do anything.
In other news, Calvin's word count is up; in addition to Mama, Daddy, Nonnie, and Pops, he's saying Oma, dog, banana, and hey/hi/hello. He throws me his juice cup when he needs a refill, and eats with a fork if I load it for him. He knows where his bellybutton is, occasionally his nose, and he knows what phones do. He's allergic to something (possibly a contact allergy to tomatoes) but he eats lots of different things; he watches Sesame Street, Mickey Mouse, and Phineas and Ferb; he likes reading board books (sometimes on his own, especially the one with the photographs of babies in it); his favorite CD is Lykke Li's "Wounded Rhymes" and his favorite lullaby is "Wagon Wheel" by Old Crow Medicine Show. He takes one nap a day when I can get him to, goes to be between 8 and 9, and wakes up around 9 most days. He knows how to take batteries out of things, turn things on and off, use controllers of various types, and generally investigate his surroundings.
Until I know what's going on I feel like I'm in suspension. Things need to get moving soon.
In other news, Calvin's word count is up; in addition to Mama, Daddy, Nonnie, and Pops, he's saying Oma, dog, banana, and hey/hi/hello. He throws me his juice cup when he needs a refill, and eats with a fork if I load it for him. He knows where his bellybutton is, occasionally his nose, and he knows what phones do. He's allergic to something (possibly a contact allergy to tomatoes) but he eats lots of different things; he watches Sesame Street, Mickey Mouse, and Phineas and Ferb; he likes reading board books (sometimes on his own, especially the one with the photographs of babies in it); his favorite CD is Lykke Li's "Wounded Rhymes" and his favorite lullaby is "Wagon Wheel" by Old Crow Medicine Show. He takes one nap a day when I can get him to, goes to be between 8 and 9, and wakes up around 9 most days. He knows how to take batteries out of things, turn things on and off, use controllers of various types, and generally investigate his surroundings.
Until I know what's going on I feel like I'm in suspension. Things need to get moving soon.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Wikipedia
It's pretty safe to say that you can measure a person's level of fame by the amount of information in their Wikipedia entry. You're not truly important until your link on Wikipedia goes to your own page. If I were ever to have a published book, for example, I would get a Wikipedia page. This is not an assumption. It's a certainty. I'd create it.
Once when we were in college, my best friend edited the Wikipedia page of my high school to say "The school's most famous graduates are Jessica Stephens and Amy Duncan." We weren't famous. Wikipedia (or someone) took it down.
If you click on any links to Scott Disick's name on Wikipedia, it links you to the page for Kourtney Kardashian. Yeah, I wasn't 100% sure who he was either. He's Kourtney's baby daddy. That has to suck. Apparently he's on the reality show all the time, and he's some kind of...actually, I don't know what his job is...but all you get is a link to your girlfriend's page. You are Not Important, sir.
(And the reason I know that is because I was looking at information about Kim Kardashian's wedding, and then I clicked on links, and it was just a spiral, but you know that eventually all links lead you to the Philosophy page. Wikipedia is deep, yo.)
If I ever do have a Wikipedia page, I want to put something strange on there, like "Amy is an avid collector of miniature things." I'm not, but it would be a cool way to start a collection. I could keep a shelf of miniature things that people sent me based on the information on Wikipedia. It would probably include a variety of things, from miniature marshmallows to dollhouse furniture to tiny action figures. I would be thrilled if someone sent me a teacup pig. You know I've always wanted one. That could go on my page, too. "Wants a teacup pig."
Once when we were in college, my best friend edited the Wikipedia page of my high school to say "The school's most famous graduates are Jessica Stephens and Amy Duncan." We weren't famous. Wikipedia (or someone) took it down.
If you click on any links to Scott Disick's name on Wikipedia, it links you to the page for Kourtney Kardashian. Yeah, I wasn't 100% sure who he was either. He's Kourtney's baby daddy. That has to suck. Apparently he's on the reality show all the time, and he's some kind of...actually, I don't know what his job is...but all you get is a link to your girlfriend's page. You are Not Important, sir.
(And the reason I know that is because I was looking at information about Kim Kardashian's wedding, and then I clicked on links, and it was just a spiral, but you know that eventually all links lead you to the Philosophy page. Wikipedia is deep, yo.)
If I ever do have a Wikipedia page, I want to put something strange on there, like "Amy is an avid collector of miniature things." I'm not, but it would be a cool way to start a collection. I could keep a shelf of miniature things that people sent me based on the information on Wikipedia. It would probably include a variety of things, from miniature marshmallows to dollhouse furniture to tiny action figures. I would be thrilled if someone sent me a teacup pig. You know I've always wanted one. That could go on my page, too. "Wants a teacup pig."
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Carl Sagan, Halloween, and Toddler Trickery
Today I thought I'd tell you about the title of my blog. It's a piece of a quote from Carl Sagan's Cosmos, the best TV series about the universe to exist, ever. Neil DeGrasse Tyson is going to be reviving Cosmos sometime in the near future and I AM SO EXCITED. But back to the title. The quote I have on the blog (look right) is one of my favorite Sagan quotes, and the one that gives me the title is: "Every cell is a triumph of natural selection, and we're made of trillions of cells--within us is a little universe." There's a kickass compilation of Sagan, Stephen Hawking, and other great scientists autotuned and set to music, called The Symphony of Science. Check it out. Anyway, Carl Sagan is highly respected in this house.
So if there's a universe in each of us, then the three of us in my little nuclear family are actually a multiverse, but whatever, it's cool. I'm listening to a dubstep remix of the Imperial March from Star Wars. That's unrelated.
OR IS IT? This is a perfect opportunity to transition into the fact that Calvin was an Ewok for Halloween:
And he made out like a bandit! We went with Jack and Sara and Zach, and it was a lot of fun if kind of cold. There was snow on the ground, which should never happen. He was good for most of it and then we came home and hung out with some of Brandon's work folks.
Finally, a point on the cognitive development of a 16-month-old: He tries to go down the stairs, and when I say "NO!" he picks something up off the ground like "What? Stairs? Never! I was just looking for this broken bubble wand here. Yep. That's it."
So if there's a universe in each of us, then the three of us in my little nuclear family are actually a multiverse, but whatever, it's cool. I'm listening to a dubstep remix of the Imperial March from Star Wars. That's unrelated.
OR IS IT? This is a perfect opportunity to transition into the fact that Calvin was an Ewok for Halloween:
And he made out like a bandit! We went with Jack and Sara and Zach, and it was a lot of fun if kind of cold. There was snow on the ground, which should never happen. He was good for most of it and then we came home and hung out with some of Brandon's work folks.
Finally, a point on the cognitive development of a 16-month-old: He tries to go down the stairs, and when I say "NO!" he picks something up off the ground like "What? Stairs? Never! I was just looking for this broken bubble wand here. Yep. That's it."
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