Certainty

This post will be a little morbid, but it is the reality of life. With life, there is death.

Recently, I have encountered a lot of death - be it people I knew personally that passed or people who I know lose a loved one. Now, I am not sure if death is easier when the person is older, but Wes and I have recently had friends lose a newborn and then another friend lose a grandmother. Does that make it any easier? I know that when a person is older, you may be more aware of the finality of life, but still, it is a loss of a loved one.

This got me thinking and talking (to my Mom) about death. Now, I know that everyone will die. I usually don't think about it a lot, but recently I have been. In the past few weeks there have been at least 3 deaths (they say it happens in 3's), but from December to January there have been a lot. On top of all that, I watch "How I Met Your Mother" and it was talking about death.

Do I want to know that my family member is dying? One of my friends recently lost her father and they knew he was dying. Does that make death any easier? I mean, doctors can be wrong, they may give your relative a month to live and 2 years later, they pass away. Or it could be the opposite. I know that when I lose a relative I want it to be peaceful, but do I want to know this could be the last conversation I will ever have with this person. That is a lot of pressure to put on a conversation. I know they say not to go to bed angry because nobody is promised tomorrow (plus it isn't healthy) but really, what is the point of being angry at all?

So, that is what has been on my mind. Would you like to know? Would you like to script your last conversation with your loved one? What would you say? I am at a loss.

Type "A"

In my new position, I am constantly picked on for being too Type "A". I don't have to have things certain ways, but sometimes I just find it easier to do it my way. For instance, I am in charge of the vault and I like things certain ways, so don't bother it. When it comes to how things are done in my station, don't bother it. I was raised to be efficient and organized, and many times I am more mature than my older counterparts, so leave my type A alone.

I have started to realize though that I am on the tail-end of my time with First Bank. Contrary to being told I am valuable, I am not valuable enough to keep on part time from August-December, so I am out looking for a part time job. Like my "type A" self, I am starting early, putting out feelers, and getting the job done.

I thought I was Type A until I met a lady the other day that actually takes the time to organize the notes her children send home in page protectors based on their importance. Not only that, she categorizes her canned goods - to save time when cooking. I am curious, just how do you have so many canned goods that you get lost when looking for something? I don't feel as though I waste a lot of time on hunting down a canned good. She also makes sure her spices do not cause a headache by alphabetizing them. Her children also follow this regimine and they do not eat the last morsel of food without adding it to the list. Well, that one is good, but really, what boy would do that? She also stressed the importance of having your children sort their laundry. Well, Wes doesn't do that, so how will Trenton?

Disney World

I don't know if many people know this about me, but I HATE Disney World. Well, let me rephrase that, I hated Disney World in 1988 when we went. Now, let me elaborate even more, I think my Father is the reason I hate Disney World. (love you, Dad)

When I was a little girl, I was impressionable, like every other little girl. Anything my Dad thought, I thought. Well, Dad hates Disney World - crowds, lines, hot, loud, expensive - these are not my Dad's favorite adjectives. I am still not a fan of crowds, lines, hot, or expensive, but now that I have a child I have had a change of heart. Something that I would normally assign to a g'parent, friend, sister, someone other than me, Wes and I will do - take Trenton to Disney World. Not this year, it is our poor year, but sometime. Plus, 14 months isn't the age I would want to take.

What brings me to all of this is Wes is going out of town on Wednesday. He is going to a meeting for Sherwin Williams in Disney World. He came back year LOVING it. He likes to ride rollercoasters, I do not. I will ride the ones Trenton will be able to ride, but that is it. So, Wednesday Wes leaves us until SATURDAY! Trenton and I will be okay, we will have friends and family to help, but what I look forward to most (even more than taking Trenton to Disney World) is when we pick Wes up from the airport and the face Trenton will make when he sees his Daddy for the first time in a week. That, my friends, not Disney World, is the greatest place to be on EARTH!

Back to school...

Today is my first official day back on the ASU campus. I am excited because it is getting closer to OVER, but I am dreading it because this class is 16 weeks. Now, I know 16 weeks isn't that long, but I also have an 8 week online class, as well as this "promotion" at work which allows me NO time to do anything, so I am apprehensive. I am also apprehensive because this puts me closer to the time Wes and I truly start our "poor year". We are calling this year that because I start my practicum in August and can only work part time (anybody know of any part time jobs with really flexible schedules?) then in January my internship starts and I can't work at all. OOPSIE! So, we are giving it all to God and trusting in Him that we will be okay. We have already started cutting costs and trying to save for things. I just have to remind myself that it will all be okay.

I am taking an online class for 8 weeks and it is probably the most time consuming class of my Graduate program. Legitimately, this class has discussions, assignments, and bi-weekly evaluations. Now, normally that wouldn't be a lot, but our first assignment requires me to look up 4 research articles and write an abstract for them...really? They already have an abstract. So, I am working on that in my "down" time while I also deal with my other responsibilities.

So, tonight my 16 week class begins. The great thing is instead of the normal 5-9, it is only 5-7:45. :) So, please continue to pray that I will find a part time job (it doesn't look like FB is going to keep me around) and that I find a job post graduation. It will all be okay.

That is a Pretty Blouse

Here is my morning at daycare:

Sara: "Morning!"
Daycare Worker: "Morning!" Just put Trenton at the table.
***while I put Trenton in the chair***
Daycare Worker: "Are you pregnant?"
Me: "NO!"
Daycare Worker: "That is a pretty blouse".

That is not acceptable. I have come up with these responses with the help of friends,

"No, I just gained a lot of holiday weight"
"No, I am just naturally glowing like this"
"No, but apparently I am missing a good opportunity."

I love my life.