Update

I know I haven't posted in a while, but then again, neither have any of you. Booyah.

Just a quick update.

Jon's interviewing with Staples. We really hope he gets this job since this would bring him home. I'm sick of living apart. I know plenty of people do it all the time, but it's not for me.

Evie has low grade lymphoma. That's a nicer way of saying she has cancer. We're treating her with a chemo pill that she gets once every two weeks. We're going to try it for two months and see if she responds.

I've applied to teach at a college that is most known for its online program. (I'm not naming names, but you probably know which one I'm refering to. If not, e-mail me and I'll tell you.) I'm a bit apprehensive and embarrassed because I know it's a joke school and the degrees that come from there are not looked upon favorably, but it's close to home and it's only one night a week for two months. The classes are supposed to be really small, too. I have as "assessment" on Monday evening where I have to give a 10 minute presentation on a topic I would teach in the classroom. I have to steer clear of the traditional lecture and make it interactive for the students. We'll see how that goes.

That's pretty much all that's new with me. I know nobody else wants to post a blog, but leave me a comment to let me know all of you are still alive.

Don't Call Me Sweetheart Anymore

When passing construction workers, I always walk with my head down, hoping they will leave me alone. However, this never seems to work. Perhaps it is my appearance of lack of self-confidence that makes me easy prey.

This morning I stopped at the gas station to pick up a beverage and a muffin. Seeing a truck full of three construction workers, I sighed, got out of my car, and started my walk past them. A large honkey, geezer said “Hey sweetheart. How are you this morning?”

“Hi. Good, thanks.”

When I came out of the store, they were still there. As I passed their truck to get into my car, the same geez told me to “Have a good day, sweetheart.” I looked him in the eye and said “you do the same.”

I’ve decided not to look down as I pass construction workers anymore. I will speak first while looking them in the eyes. Maybe this will curtail their stupid comments.