To blog from work? Well, technically it's not "work;" I'm sitting at the Jim Miles Professional Development Center in an ESOL class, waiting to watch a video on immigration that promises to put me right to sleep.
OK I got yelled at, so I had to close my computer. (I was right, by the way, the video was super-boring.)
So. I've missed you! The past several weeks of my life have been fiendishly devoted to the service of others, and I have literally had not a second to myself. Most nights I don't make it to bed until almost 11 pm, which for me is WAY too late.
Here's what we've been up to:
Charlotte is getting WAY too big WAY too fast. She's cruisin' all over the place now, and the general consensus is that she's going to be walking any minute now. I'm not so sure, because she generally shows no interest whatsoever in standing up properly--she always sticks her butt out so far that she falls over as soon as she lets go of whatever she's holding on to! If you hold her hands, she'll take steps, though usually she travels more sideways than forewardways...but she's not quite ready yet to walk by herself. And...I'm ok with that. She just cut a new tooth, which brings her grand total up to 3. We went to visit some friends last weekend who have 2 kids, and their 8-month old already has like 30 teeth, and Charlotte has...3. She's so special. Lack of teeth doesn't really stop her from eating though--anything and everything! She's also drinking real milk now! I was a little worried, because she never would drink formula if it was made with cold water, so I thought she wouldn't drink milk. My worries were unfounded, because she drinks the milk like it's going out of style. Somewhere, there is a poor, skinny little cow, working overtime to make milks for my Moo.
OK...I have to interrupt myself to say that I hate people. I realize that's a pretty general statement, but seriously...when you're in a class, and the teacher is trying to let you "get away" with things, just LET IT GO. For example, when your teacher says that he stops checking for assignments at 7:30 pm, even though the official deadline is 9:30 pm,
he's telling you that if you turn in the assignment a little late, IT'S OK. Read between the lines, people. Don't ask 5 million questions about what he
means.
Anyway. It's time to go home now...so I didn't get to write much, but a little is better than nothing, right?
