Made in Richmond

So I just had my interview for the integrator job. I remember going in, saying hello, saying goodbye, and walking out. Hopefully that’s not all I did. I get so crazy nervous in situations like that. I could have gone in and recited the Gettysburg Address while standing on my head without even realizing it. I don’t find out for 6 to 8 weeks (I remember hearing that part). Not it’s waiting. I’m not good with waiting either.

There is so much to be stressed about today. The kids take their first part of their SOL Writing test. This part of teaching is incredibly hard because as much work you put in to preparing them, it’s up to them to do it. On top of that, they are still dealing with the aftershocks of the recent tragedy in our school and its surrounding neighborhoods. To update you on that, the little girl has been transported to Shriners Hospital in Ohio. She is badly burned but fortunately unconscious, so she’s not feeling anything.

Also, my interview is todaya t 1:40. I haven’t had to do anything like this in a long time and the familiar stomach ache, nervous shaking, and overall feelings of mediocrity are starting to take over. I know I will be fine once I get in there, but I don’t do well with anticipation. I’m ok with whether I get it or not, but quite frankly, I don’t like it when people are looking at/evaluating me. The whole interview is only supposed to take 20 minutes. It will all be over by 2:00. Then I can go to the gym and watch Dr. Phil while I workout. Just gotta get to that point.

Ross and the PharrOut crew also have a big presentation today. He’s not used to having to actually “talk” so he was a little nervous. I just told him to cut back on saying “I mean…” before every sentence and he should be fine.

I’m hoping there will be much celebration in the Catrow House once this day is over. We lead a very quiet life, so today is a big deal for us. I’m just ready to have it all been done, get in bed, watch Nip/Tuck, and snuggle.

Friday: Insanity came at me from every direction all day at school, came home, napped a little while, had dinner with Ross’s parents at Casas Grandes, celebrated 5th anniversary of my step sister’s successful bone marrow transplant, came home, went to bed.

Saturday: Gym for the first time in two weeks, watched 5 minutes of a Room With a View then turned it off after 5 minutes because it was SO BORING, watched Punch Drunk Love, watched a million hours of America’s Next Top Model, ate pizza, watched Secretary, went to bed.

Sunday: Gym, came home,, had lunch, watched the History Chanel, made communion bread, went to church, got Taco Bell, watched Shalom in the Home, snuggled with the hubs, did some laundry, going to watch the Jesus Bones show, might be Jewish tomorrow.

This is a family at my school. Please keep them in your prayers, particularly the little girl in the hospital. I will post more information when I know it.

My friend Remus turned 1 year old yesterday. Here he is last weekend enjoying his first taste of cake. He kept wanting to share his mushy, drooly cake with everyone. While he was opening presents, his mom and dad realized he had what can only be described as a cake-booger coming out of his nose. He’s the cutest, sweetest baby in the whole wide world. He’s attracted to anything electronic and likes to make popping noises with his mouth. He prefers to stand up while getting his diaper changed. He has very sensitive skin. He loves loves loves his puppy dog and thinks banging his hands on a table is just about the most fun thing ever. All of these things make him one of my favorite friends.

Happy Birthday, Little Man!

I haven’t been to the gym since my death period. I wanted to make sure I was completely well before I even considered physical activity. Honestly, I didn’t feel 100% until yesterday. I think it was only then that I had finally made up for all of the calories I didn’t consume last week.

I thought about going today. Ross is out watching a basketball game with some friends and I got all my extracurricular work done ahead of time. I was even home relatively early. But no. I took a nap instead, simply because I hadn’t taken a nap all week. I feel like crap now and I know I would be feeling great if I had gone and run for just 30 minutes. But oh well. I’ll get back on track this weekend.