So, six weeks ago, I sold my house, packed up my belongings, quit my job, transplanted my son, and left my community to pursue a teaching career in New Orleans. Six weeks later, after practice teaching and becoming "highly qualified" to teach, I still don't have a job. This means no dream, no benefits, no income, no set plans for my boy.

I stepped out in faith and continue to believe that faith will step back, but I am beginning to wonder... When? When?

Psalm 27- Be Strong. Take heart. Wait for the LORD.

Please watch the video of James' voting.
As he said it, he never heard "my daddy talk about voting."
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=96597059

it's a boy

Sometimes I am shocked by the "boy" factor of my son. Tonight he was looking at the Fantastic Four DVD cover (it's a work thing) and pointing to Jessica Alba, he says, "Mom, see that girl with the boobs; I like her."

WHAT?!?!

tee-hee

There is a reason that I don't blog very often--because when I do, I leave my one reader on the edge of her seat for weeks at a time. :) So, after all the wringing of hands and wondering, I withdrew my application for the less stressful/less money job prior to my interview. I like what I do now and see an end in sight (see previous post).

I see something else, maybe...

After the former post about bicycling and school, my employer presented me a different position-- better hours during the school year, less stress, and less money. I have applied, but don't know if it is the direction I really want to go. I have an interview next week...

is this a problem?

I think I have a red shoe fetish. Currently, I have six pairs in my closet and recently passed along 3 other pairs (Sorry, no photos of those)...



From the top: New Red Keens (Vagabond 2008), First pair of red shoes-- Londons from London (2001), Red Birkenstocks still covered in winter Chicago salt (Madison, E's graduation, 2007), Pink is the summer red (2007, Stayed in an yurk in Spooner, WI), Red Simples (The Heel, 2006), I even have red slippers (Land's End)

i'm loving

Clean room, clean closet, homemade jewelry rack, flowers from the garden.


Homemade pirate with the boy.