MQE and I were talking last night about the day's occurrances. My department chair acknowledged to me a couple of perfect numerical evaluations I received from the lit and composition course I taught last term, an email which I forwarded to MQE and I also mentioned that I responded in kind to my chair, expressing my gratitude in having been granted the opportunity to teach that class, to get back to my literature roots, and that I would jump at the opportunity to do so again. Perhaps if the seed is appropriately planted...
To which MQE replied, why don't I just develop my own course to present to the department to teach?
Funny he should say that...
I had spoken with the assistant chair last term about exactly that, developing a survey course in Latin American contemporary feminist literature, a six-credit semester-long course. It would be so much fun for me to develop and teach. I would just have to ensure the requirements for the course would jive with major/minor requisites, as it would be either a 300 or 400 level course.
Being as completely exhausted as I was last night when MQE and I were talking, I then got so excited about the possibility that I couldn't fall asleep! Running through the requirements, the general course outline...I would have such a good time designing the course that I would never get the rest of my work done around here. MQE thinks that I should work on the course and present it to the Department. I just honestly have no idea where I would find the time to do so. I already feel like I do a minimal mothering job, the house completely suffers, and I could eat better (read: more) than I do resulting from my current workload.
But I love it. Why am I so torn? If only we could afford a full-time babysitter!!!!--in the house while I'm in the house, and I could pop in and out on my breaks and give my children time...oh, pipe dreams. I am full of 'em--no, honey, not full of IT, full of 'em.
jueves, 23 de febrero de 2006
miércoles, 22 de febrero de 2006
johari window?
Have you ever done this? Worth a shot...here's the link to mine, both positive and negative:
http://kevan.org/johari?name=mapiprincesa (the positive)
http://kevan.org/nohari?name=mapiprincesa (the negative)
Just for fun...???
http://kevan.org/johari?name=mapiprincesa (the positive)
http://kevan.org/nohari?name=mapiprincesa (the negative)
Just for fun...???
mier........coles
hay un doble sentido allí, ¿no? lo pensaba completamente apropiada para describir el día que tengo adelante...
Bueno...
The time stamp tells all. No time today. No room in the Inn. The entire family plus cat stuffed into our queen-sized bed leaves only about 8 inches for Mommy, so I have, as of 3:00 a.m. given up the fight.
If we move, I will be finding a home with a bigger master bedroom so we can get ourselves a king.
Wednesdays are the hardest days of my workweek. There is only one day between the two that I teach, and it so works out this week that I have 53 papers to grade by tomorrow at 4:30, not to mention lessons to plan, and a few students who have promised they are coming to office hours tomorrow. Fortunately I have already some creative ideas at play for work--I think we'll do some palm reading in the intermediate class to practice subjunctive and commands. We'll make signs in the basic class to practice the se-impersonal and a few other things. I promised I'd bring in some Buena Vista Social Club to my intermediates for a saborcito de la música cubana. And then, to figure out what in the world I will put on the table for dinner tonight, let alone breakfast and lunch.
Sometimes I wish I could settle for mediocrity.
Pero para mi no basta.
Best not to speak to me today. It doesn't look like much is coming out in English.
Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar-buuuuuuuuuukies, where aaaaaaaaaaaare you?
Bueno...
The time stamp tells all. No time today. No room in the Inn. The entire family plus cat stuffed into our queen-sized bed leaves only about 8 inches for Mommy, so I have, as of 3:00 a.m. given up the fight.
If we move, I will be finding a home with a bigger master bedroom so we can get ourselves a king.
Wednesdays are the hardest days of my workweek. There is only one day between the two that I teach, and it so works out this week that I have 53 papers to grade by tomorrow at 4:30, not to mention lessons to plan, and a few students who have promised they are coming to office hours tomorrow. Fortunately I have already some creative ideas at play for work--I think we'll do some palm reading in the intermediate class to practice subjunctive and commands. We'll make signs in the basic class to practice the se-impersonal and a few other things. I promised I'd bring in some Buena Vista Social Club to my intermediates for a saborcito de la música cubana. And then, to figure out what in the world I will put on the table for dinner tonight, let alone breakfast and lunch.
Sometimes I wish I could settle for mediocrity.
Pero para mi no basta.
Best not to speak to me today. It doesn't look like much is coming out in English.
Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar-buuuuuuuuuukies, where aaaaaaaaaaaare you?
martes, 21 de febrero de 2006
juggling act
Although I look forward to my teaching days, I still find it quite the juggling act to try to prepare myself, shower, clean up the frumpy appearance, actually put on makeup, get my papers in order, complete last-minute lesson plans and changes of plans, get snacks ready for the sitter, have everyone changed and fed before she shows up, and still dedicate QUALITY time to my children on these two days of the week. It's hard...but then again, nobody ever said it would be easy, right?
C slept ALL NIGHT LONG in his new Big Boy Bed last night. YIPPEEE! I think that he likes the freedom of being able to get in and out of it by himself. Autonomy is a biggee for an 18 month old. Next we'll have to work on a little diaper autonomy...but I think we'll wait until the weather gets a trite warmer for bare tushies running around the house again.
So much more to say...so much I just can't do it right now. Must go and dig up more of that Quality Time!
C slept ALL NIGHT LONG in his new Big Boy Bed last night. YIPPEEE! I think that he likes the freedom of being able to get in and out of it by himself. Autonomy is a biggee for an 18 month old. Next we'll have to work on a little diaper autonomy...but I think we'll wait until the weather gets a trite warmer for bare tushies running around the house again.
So much more to say...so much I just can't do it right now. Must go and dig up more of that Quality Time!
domingo, 19 de febrero de 2006
this week's housewives
Okay, Bree...I said you had a problem. I think you are in for a long, hard road...
Gabi, your mamacita sure has some issues. Boy...good thing Carlos can see that. What a good man. I'm impressed at the depth we are now seeing between the two of you, having started out being so superficial!
Quote of the night #1: "New boobs!" (Gabi's mother)
Quote of the night #2: "I'm pulling out, watch your boobs." (Gabi)
Need I say more?
Gabi, your mamacita sure has some issues. Boy...good thing Carlos can see that. What a good man. I'm impressed at the depth we are now seeing between the two of you, having started out being so superficial!
Quote of the night #1: "New boobs!" (Gabi's mother)
Quote of the night #2: "I'm pulling out, watch your boobs." (Gabi)
Need I say more?
new Big Boy bed
We took apart the crib today, this time for good.
We put it downstairs to await garage sale days.
We set up C's brand new Big Boy bed.
He is playing joyfully with his sister on it now.
I cried.
We put it downstairs to await garage sale days.
We set up C's brand new Big Boy bed.
He is playing joyfully with his sister on it now.
I cried.
peace
Yesterday was not a peaceful day in K's little-but yet, so big-heart.
It seemed that she and her brother were constantly at each other, there were so many tears spilled over trivial items and I spent much of the little "free" time I had yesterday holding her and letting her cry on my lap.
At Mass last night, when it came time to deliver the sign of peace to our neighbors, I believe she wanted to shake the hand of the lady behind us, but A seemed to not see her for some reason (which, as a sidebar, is unusual) and this sent K off into a crying fit of emotion--so I scooped her up into my arms and carried her out into the narthex where we sat on the floor and I just let her sob and tell me what had happened.
I told her that I cry often during the sign of peace time at Church, too. It can be hard to give peace when I don't feel peaceful inside. Then a little boy, younger than K, came over and, having heard what she said about nobody wanting to shake her hand, offered to her his hand to shake. She did accept, and that warmed my heart.
K is an incredibly sensitive soul, much like myself. However, even if not malintentioned (is that a word?), if one's actions do not correspond necessarily to my expectations, this can set me off into an emotionally destructive tailspin--and I see the same occurring with my daughter. I have always believe myself to be blessed to be such an emotionally sensitive person. I think that made me a very good musician when I was growing up--or perhaps, musicianship provided me with that emotional outlet that I required. I love seeing that emotional and empathetic side of my daughter develop--but I need to take care to help to channel her emotions so they may be productive and not destructive to character.
It seemed that she and her brother were constantly at each other, there were so many tears spilled over trivial items and I spent much of the little "free" time I had yesterday holding her and letting her cry on my lap.
At Mass last night, when it came time to deliver the sign of peace to our neighbors, I believe she wanted to shake the hand of the lady behind us, but A seemed to not see her for some reason (which, as a sidebar, is unusual) and this sent K off into a crying fit of emotion--so I scooped her up into my arms and carried her out into the narthex where we sat on the floor and I just let her sob and tell me what had happened.
I told her that I cry often during the sign of peace time at Church, too. It can be hard to give peace when I don't feel peaceful inside. Then a little boy, younger than K, came over and, having heard what she said about nobody wanting to shake her hand, offered to her his hand to shake. She did accept, and that warmed my heart.
K is an incredibly sensitive soul, much like myself. However, even if not malintentioned (is that a word?), if one's actions do not correspond necessarily to my expectations, this can set me off into an emotionally destructive tailspin--and I see the same occurring with my daughter. I have always believe myself to be blessed to be such an emotionally sensitive person. I think that made me a very good musician when I was growing up--or perhaps, musicianship provided me with that emotional outlet that I required. I love seeing that emotional and empathetic side of my daughter develop--but I need to take care to help to channel her emotions so they may be productive and not destructive to character.
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