Still Here and Prioritizing

Happy Sunday to all of you who are still out there, willing to read my blog even though it’s been pretty much missing and very little hitting.  It is always difficult finding the right balance of time when my schedule changes; adding in master’s classes into an already jam-packed week is really difficult.  Where oh when will I be able to find the time to just sit on the couch and half listen to Hollywood gossip and glaze over at a combination of inspirational quotes and rooms that will never be recreated in my own house from Pinterest???

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Totally.

For the past three weeks this is pretty much what has been my landscape when not at work, on a treadmill, or sleeping:

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I spent the great majority of Sunday afternoon reading dozens of articles that may or may not be used in my research project for my current master’s course.  My topic is the efficiency of mainstreaming ELL/ESL (English Language Learners/English as a Second Language) into a traditional classroom setting.  So far the research has been tremendously supportive of…

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Sorry.  I dozed off for a second there myself.

Now that I’m back in the swing of my new schedule, I have been able to prioritize the never-ending list of tasks in a way that doesn’t leave me feeling overwhelmed.  Three tips/questions that helped me get to this point:

1.  What needs to be done today?

2.  What can be put off until tomorrow, Scarlet?

3.  Is this something that I can delegate?  If so, let’s get on that!

And now I can breathe!

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I did three VIP things today!

1.  I spent a great deal of time tackling the things that I HAD to get done today, hence the photo above.  Here’s a reminder:

Busy

2.  Dan and I joined a new gym.

LA Fitness

Our friends live across the street from an LA Fitness, and Dan’s been playing a lot of basketball lately as a guest to LA Fitness.  After I heard all of the praise about how large and in charge this gym was, I decided to take a tour of the place, and from the first minutes inside, I knew that we would be members.  As you may remember, Dan and I were great fans of our first Florida gym, Snap Fitness.  If we hadn’t moved so far away from Snap, we’d probably still be members.  While I’ve enjoyed the convenience of stepping into our homemade gym in the mornings, there are far more benefits of joining LA Fitness:

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  • Wider range of weight and cardio equipment
  • Basketball and Racquetball courts
  • Lap pool
  • Full-function locker rooms
  • Group classes – I’m already scheduling myself for my first spin class!

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  • Our friends are members – WORKOUT BUDDIES

3.  I made a trip to the local library to pick up copies of the two novels that my Honors English students are going to be reading this quarter (And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie and Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut) and found some titles for myself.

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I didn’t realize what a negative theme I had going there what with the additions of My Favorite Fangs by Alan Goldsher and The Grievers by Mark Schuster.

12998073Goodreads.com Summary: Maria von Trapp is sweet, innocent, and can sing like an angel. Oh, and she’s also a bloodthirsty vampire. When Maria is kicked out of the Abbey where she’s been residing for the past thousand or so years, she lands a job caretaking the family von Trapp, a rowdy clan in need of some serious discipline… or vampirification. After Maria turns the von Trapp children into children of the night and marries the von Trapp patriarch, the family seems destined for eternal (really, really eternal) bliss. But Hitler’s Undeath Squads are on the march, intent on ridding Europe of bloodsuckers. And Maria will have to do everything in her power—supernatural or otherwise —to save her vampire brood. In the open vein of Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter, Alan Goldsher’s My Favorite Fangs is a hilarious horror novel that will have readers screaming, ”Do Re Mi.” Or just plain screaming.

 

 

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Goodreads.com Summary: When Charley Schwartz learns that an old high school pal has killed himself, he agrees to help his alma matter organize a memorial service to honor his fallen comrade. Soon, however, devastation turns to disgust as Charley discovers that his friend’s passing means less to the school than the bottom line. As the memorial service quickly degenerates into a fundraising fiasco, Charley must also deal with a host of other quandaries including a dead-end job as an anthropomorphic dollar sign, his best friend’s imminent move to Maryland, an intervention with a drug-addled megalomaniac, and his own ongoing crusade to enforce the proper use of apostrophes among the proprietors of local dining establishments. Desperate to set the world right and keep his own life from spiraling out of control, Charley rages through his days and nights, plotting all the while the ultimate eulogy for his deceased friend and a scathing indictment of a world gone wrong

The Day Before

Look who woke up early to help me blog this morning!

Sophie

Our schedule has been jam-packed this week, what with this being the last five days of school before the Holiday break, preparing to drive home, and my birthday.  Last night happened to be the one night that we didn’t have something going.

I decided to take advantage and start preparing for the long road trip northward.  Some people may call me a Scrooge for this, but I made a controversial decision:  I took down all the Christmas decorations.

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It was a preemptive strike that was designed in partnership with both myself and my future self.  I knew that when Dan and I return to our home after the break is over, the last thing I would want to do, in addition to all the other get ready for the real world again chores would be tearing down the tinsel.  So while Dan was out running a few last minute errands, Sophie and I took all of our decorations down.

Confession:  I got a little bit morbid and silly while doing this chore; I put on the song, “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” and pretended that I was staring in a Lifetime TV movie where I was the CEO of a billion dollar empire whom everyone that worked for hated because I was considered to be a kill-joy, but secretly I did have a heart but never showed it because I had lost my sister at the holiday time, so I never knew how to properly celebrate, and NEVER went home.  Every time I took an ornament down, I dramatically sang along, all knowingly, but longingly wishing how to “be home for Christmas.”

I don’t know what’s wrong with me…

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When Dan got home, he brought me my favorite “easy peasy” meal: Subway!

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Anyone else notice that I’m wearing the same sweatshirt this morning that I wore while dinning in class last night?  Oh yea, only the most posh lifestyle is allowed in this house!

I have been trying to hold off opening my birthday gifts until Friday morning, even though I have been know in past years to tear open mail-delivered presents early.  It’s been a struggle because I also have been compiling a stash of goodies that my darlings have been giving me:

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But despite my best efforts, Dan did convince me to open his gift last night because he wanted to have just a moment with the two of us.  Awwww!

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Inside my birthday card were three things:

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I have been telling Dan how much I would love to see this play, and I couldn’t be happier that we’ll be going to see The Book of Mormon over the holiday break!  Good job, Dan!!!!

The Next Step

Happy Sunday to all the lovelies who took time from their holiday weekend to check in with Fancy Oatmeal!

Shhh!  Snarky Oatmeal is still asleep, and I, Sentimental Oatmeal have taken over the blog!  So if you’re one who enjoys those ridiculous moving pictures and mocking commentary, this post probably isn’t for you.  But if you’ve just come down from a Nicholas Sparks novel, this is probably more your speed, and you are welcomed with open arms.

It’s been just shy of one complete week that Dear Hubby and I have been back in Michigan, and yet it feels as if the time has been much shorter.  Perhaps it’s because of the three summers that we have spent either preparing for or returning from Alaska, this has seemed the busiest.  This is saying a lot because exactly two years ago yesterday, I was one month shy of my wedding day.

All of the hustle and bustle was worth it then, and I am banking on it being true for the Summer 2012 as well.

One might think because of all the good things I’ve done to maintain my planner, life wouldn’t seem like such a whirlwind for me.  That same person might also assume that just because I jot down a few notes and outline my plans that I still have somewhat of a grasp of control on my life.  I have learned, and continue to be a student of the philosophy that there is a much higher power out there who is pulling the strings, and I must let go, and let God.

As you may know, Dear Hubby and I made the decision not to return to St. Paul Island in the fall for a third year.  It was incredibly difficult to turn down contracts, tell our colleagues/friends, and break the news to our students.  We could manage to do all these things, heavy heart included, because we knew that there was a next step lurking in the shadows for us.  It was, remains to be, unclear as to which direction that step is going to take us.

Part of the reason why I no longer write in pen, but rely on my trusted eraser, is that at this time of our lives, Dear Hubby and I know that it’s important to be flexible and keep an open mind.  Hence the cause for so much commotion in our schedules as of late.  I will share more with you next week, but we have had some wonderful opportunities present themselves to us, and had Dear Hubby and I been unwavering in our original plans, these opportunities would have found themselves on the cutting room floor.

There is a next step for my family; it’s been made clear to us in the course of our hectic past few days, and it seems that as the fog is clearing that our summer will continue to bustle.  I cannot wait to share with you, over the next few posts, as to the direction that we are pointed towards.  My advice to you, to any young person who is just leaving the nest, and to the young girl who is scared of change that is hiding behind these powerful words as I type them, is simply this:

Keep an open mind and an open heart; never shut doors to your past or potential futures.  Keep a box of tissues close, your loved ones closer and just take that next step.  Quit trying to control what is out of your hands and enjoy the ride.