Happy late Thanksgiving Day! Did you enjoy your holiday? I did, even though I didn't eat much of my Thanksgiving Day cook-a-thon. After cooking so much you just kinda lose your appetite. Still, it was a nice, quiet day, a good day for reflection and such.
Then comes today, when you're afraid to go to the store for fear of being mobbed by the crowds. Honestly. After working at Wal-Mart for nearly a year, a couple of years back, I know how nasty the crowds and the people are this time of year. They say they're worse in a big city. So we avoided the stores like the plague. I hope things are better tomorrow because I HAVE to get some groceries.
UGH. I wish I'd planned as well for after Thanksgiving as I did for that one day. posted by Steph at 10:37 PM[edit]
11.15.2001
I'm just about to set a link to this site to a bulletin board dedicated to my little addiction, Hollywood Stock Exchange. If you haven't yet gotten a look at this place, it's an incredible game. If you look around, and find you want to join, PLEASE come back and click on the link to your right!
If you've come from Ticker Talk, welcome! Not much to see on my little site but a few links and a few thoughts. Hope you enjoy! posted by Steph at 1:51 PM[edit]
11.08.2001
I used to try and update twice a week but that seems to have come down to once a week now. Que sera.
New news. Hm. It's not all new to me but it will be new to those of you who do access my site. (A number steadily declining, I am sure, from my lack of postings, but que sera to you I say again.) On a good note, I've begun watching one of my Playschool children one day a week, which may increase to five days a week after school each day if her mother goes to full time work. This pays me $12 a day, on top of my teaching income, which is a nice little addition. And the girl is a precious little thing...reminds me a lot of my daughter at that age. I love her to pieces.
On a slightly worrisome note, on Tuesday my director, my co-teacher, and I will be having a meeting to discuss the handling of a situation in our classroom. It all boils down to the fact that I do not believe that a parent should teach her own child in a professional setting with other children around. In a home is one thing; in a classroom it is quite another.
And on a bad note, the older of my two sons has a stomach virus. I hope he'll get over it soon.
Nothing much else going on. Bob is making his plans to go to the east coast for Christmas; Francie is getting herself all prepared for the spring term in Australia in February. Jonathan is contemplating time at Disneyworld, and here I am, sitting at home with no money to do anything and no place to go but work, church and home. (Well, there's always Wal-Mart.) Sometimes I (selfishly) wonder if I really have a life that I enjoy. People travel...people make lots of money and enjoy their jobs, their nice houses, their nice things. They don't have to worry about credit debt up to their ears, a house they can't sell and a car that, though it has three years of payments still, has an overdrive that's trying to die. They don't have to anticipate when their kids grow out of things so that they can buget for a couple of new pairs of jeans or a pair of tennis shoes..or worse, grab a couple of dollars and head to the thrift store in hopes of finding something in a close enough range.
But then I look at my kids. They're happy. They know they're loved because I'm always around to tell them and show them and hug and hold and listen to them.. They don't know that their tennies came from the thrift shop...they're just shoes that are already broken in and comfortable. They're warm and well fed, and I know they have a better life than a lot of children. I'm working at a job that I can't believe I can actually get a paycheck doing, and even though it's not a lot, it's a bit and it helps. I don't work all day..I'm home for my kids when they come home from school or when I have to pick them up. I have twenty-three surrogate kids over the course of the week (twelve max a day but the group varies every day) and they all know I love them. I tell every one of them, but more, I show them every day.
I really am a fortunate woman. Money comes and goes...but love lasts forever. How can I ever ask myself if I enjoy the life I lead? posted by Steph at 11:04 PM[edit]
