I'm not unemployed anymore - I actually have a very fabulous job as a preschool teacher with the University of Michigan child care centers. But I'm still posting, albeit a little more irregularly, and I don't want to ignore the personal progress I've made since starting this blog by renaming it.

Blog inspiration: I read 48 States in 48 Days by Paul Jury in the summer of 2011. It was fabulous...although he planned way less for his roadtrip than I would have. And at the same time, my lovely Anna was constantly reminding me that our lives were awesome, despite the fact that we didn't have job prospects, new cars, boyfriends/husbands, houses, etc., like so many people we knew. So, in an effort to appreciate my life and the crazy uncertainty that it is, I started writing this blog about the little adventures I have. (And by "writing a blog," I mean "making a list" because I make lists, not narratives.) Even if there isn't a BIG adventure that happens every day, I try to find at least one thing to list :)

Monday, August 22, 2011

Mushroom Clouds (August 21)

  • Collin and Ben and I found these giant mushrooms on the playground near our house last night. We went back today to take pictures. They were so cool! They were big, squishy, and soft (job well done to anyone who read that sentence without making it dirty). The scientist in me thought it was really awesome.
  • Both Brad Fernandidaz and Elise told me last week that they really liked the choreography and flag work during a certain part in the opener. It made me feel really great and I love that band people are noticing guard things.
  • Overall, last week was a fantastic week. One of my favorite parts was being at campfire, because each of the guard seniors (and one band senior) mentioned/thanked me, and in very non-generic ways. I don't remember specifics but their speeches were all great and I appreciate so much that they appreciate, admire and love me.
  • Another favorite part of last week was our female staff. It was a little different than other years - though every year is really quite different - but we worked well together. And hopefully balanced all the crazy boys.
  • Along with Lindsay telling me at least 3 times that she would miss me in the 3 days we wouldn't see each other, Patrick and Henry gave me hugs before I left. I love that the drummers not only put up with me hanging around them, they actually like me. They are a good break from my crazy girls. Then I go back to my girls when I'm over the masculinity of the drumline. It's a nice system I have figured out.
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