My MSN

Click OK to add this content

 
Content Preview: rss
-+I've Got Candy
760 days ago
Hey, hey you!!!  Come over here and tell me what you think.   Please do not stop by if you are proposing marriage or some other business.  I'm not interested.   I'm still fixing the place up, but it might be a keeper.  Things are just getting a little weird around here.   KM   ***Note: Antonella asked and so I will answer: You do not have to be a member to leave a message on my blog--you just need to Click the button next to the word Other or anonymous.  It's right under the word verification thingy***
-+She Punts
762 days ago
What She Wore: Grey t-shirt from my old school; blue jean capris; black, strappy sandals.  I had on something much cuter, but I just wasn't feeling it--some days the post-baby bulge just gets to you. Well. . . I've not run into the sorority girl again, so that's been put off.  In the meantime, another girl that I know e-mailed me about a playdate.  I'm sure she's at least partly aware of Charlie's medical issues, so I said yes being sure to mention that he is behind other kids his age.  So, I punted for now.  I'm doing the whole playdate thing--I'm just taking it slow.   And, just because I'm a dork, here's my boy looking super-cute:     KM   PS: I have been getting a LOT more traffic on my blog--and a lot more friend requests from strange men.  Is my blog being listed somewhere or something???
-+How to Go About It
764 days ago
What She Wore: navy blue shirt with black velvet accents, slightly capped sleeves, and a v-neck--it's kind of hard to describe, actually, but really cute; blue jeans, black strappy sandals. Yesterday, against my better judgement, I went to a wine and cheese party for alumna of my college sorority.  I was never an uber-sorority girl, so the whole thing sort of reeked of awkwardness.  In the end, I found myself having a good time, mingling with some people who are my age and interesting, and generally participating in adult conversation.   Only one little problem.   Ineveitably it will come up that I have a son named Charlie who was born in June.    I don't want to get into the whole freakin' saga with some women I just met--I was supposed to be enjoying myself, not going to group therapy.  So, I glossed over the situation, just mentioning that he'd spent some time in the hospital because he had a bad heart.  I left out the life support/stroke/doctors ...
-+My plans
767 days ago
What Whe Wore: black, pin-tucked, short-sleeve shirt with some kind of collar (I'm going to have to look it up); olive green, wide-leg capris; black, strappy sandals. Well, someone asked a while ago, so I thought I'd share my plans with regards to my career/school/etc.   I've decided that in the long-run I definitely want to be in-charge in a school setting.  I have specific ideas about what makes a school work, and I'd love a chance to share them with others or use them myself.  This is, however, a long-term goal.  Short-term, I think that being a regular classroom teacher would be better for a girl with a family.  In a dream world, I'd get my Master's Degree at the University of New Orleans in Urban Studies.  The degree as listed is very flexible, and I'd love to focus on urban schools, specifically what works with regards to discipline, leadership, and whether certain types of Charter schools are more successful in the urban enviroment.  I have no idea whether or ...
-+Demons
768 days ago
What She Wore: Black and white houndshooth blouse with short sleeve and a petite ruffle down the front (not like a pirate, I promise); black capris; black and white houndshooth flats.  The Hub took me out for a real dinner!  I got to wear adult clothes!  Alert the freakin' media. Tonight at dinner my fortune read, "try to channel excess energies into rejuvenation."   I couldn't have put it better myself.   Somehow, I have to figure out this new direction that life has taken me.  I have to stop obsessing over Charlie's development--whatever will be will be, as they say.  Stressing myself out over it will not change a thing.  I am doing everything I can to help him, and I have to give myself permission to accept that.  I have to allow myself to love my son without trying to "fix" him or worrying about what other people will think.     Objectively, I am very hopeful.  His limbs all move, he loves music and giggles at his ...
© 2009 MicrosoftMicrosoft