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Friday, October 31, 2008

Happy Halloween
I've been a little post shy because there is no way to top my last one. Still, I have to start somewhere since life is not often lived between exclamations points.

Tonight Eric and I are staying in, watching horror movies and passing out candy to the kiddos. It's hard to believe that next year I will have a little man to dress up.

I'm experiencing a strange dichotomy--all at once everything changed for me, yet the world has remained the same. All of my thoughts, hopes and dreams have altered, but everyone else remains unaltered. This is especially true since I have not yet told my students. I think in some twisted way I expected the world to change with me in some appreciable way.

Toby is trying to bark at every trick or treater in a 10 mile radius. I should have gotten him a devil dog costume. Next year he gets horns. I have pulled on the orange and black knee high toe socks, and I've worn them proudly all over the city. It's how I roll. I'm about to go get a wig out of my collection in the garage because even though my only plans involve periodically taking the three steps from my couch to front door, I can't miss a chance to play dress up.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Need a Thesaurus
alleviation, amusement, animation, bliss, charm, cheer, comfort, delectation, delight, diversion, ecstasy, elation, exultation, exulting, felicity, festivity, frolic, fruition, gaiety, gem, gladness, glee, good humor, gratification, hilarity, humor, indulgence, jewel, jubilance, liveliness, luxury, merriment, mirth, pride, pride and joy, prize, rapture, ravishment, refreshment, regalement, rejoicing, revelry, satisfaction, solace, sport, transport, treasure, treat, wonder

These are the words the thesaurus suggests for the word joy. Yet none of them quite do the job of describing my feelings tonight.
Our social worker called this afternoon while I was at a work social hour. When I saw the (210) number, I promptly lost my mind. We are having a little boy in December. He is ours. When I heard I almost fell over--all I could do was laugh, cry, and repeat "I'm going to be a mommy" over and over. Eric's grin has not left him all. We keep looking at each other in crazy disbelief, unable to contain our wide eyed glee. Our son. Wow.

Monday, October 27, 2008

And the Wait Goes On
This evening we talked to our social worker, who dug a little deeper into medical histories,and we had some of our fears asuaged. This is going to be a healthy little boy. Even if he isn't, I am prepared for that too. I also feel much more confident about her. Now we just wait. We should know in the next few days what her decision is. I am trying not to get too excited, but I'm also a big liar. In the mean time I am trying to fill the minutes.
I know it's fall because I used the crockpot today to make a harvest stew--I used beans, sweet potatoes, corn, cranberries, tomatoes, onions and chili peppers. Crazy yummy and autumnal. I need to do that more often because it was wonderful to come home from kickboxing and have dinner ready to go. Speaking of the noble martial art--spending an hour punching and kicking has wonderful theraputic properties. I leave oddly satisfied having vanquished my anxiety for a little while. I can see the advantage of punching my way out of situations. Besides, the class is the only bright spot on a Monday.
At church on Sunday the priest ended his homily with the words, "Give everything to love." I suppose that's what I am doing whether I get hurt or not.
I must away. . . GRE Prep waits.
Geometry is saving my sanity.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

The Readiness is All
Hamlet is wrong about that one.
I continue to try to get ready for this child with no idea whether my readiness will have any effect. Today I rearranged the office to make room for some more bookshelves so I can clear the nursery to make room for furniture. I also washed the cradle sheets and receiving blankets I bought the other day. Our outlets are now baby proofed as well.
I wish I knew that this work was leading somewhere. Despite promises to the contrary and even some initial misgivings, I am getting excited about the possibility of this child. I have already carved a little place in my heart.
One of the lessons I have learned, however, is that readiness and desire have little effecton reality. Or perhaps getting ready requires something more, something I have not yet thought about.
Readiness is, however, essential for the GRE. I am continuing my quest to conqueror it. Whenever I feel anxiety, I turn to math problems and analogies. Sadly algebra may be responsible for saving my sanity.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Surreality
I must say that meeting was one of the most bizarro experiences of my life. I am still a little unsure about exactly how I feel about it. THe meeting was far different than I expected. I don't know how much detail I should go into, but I will say that the birthmom was very detached and did not seem to really want to ask us any questions. She was prefectly happy to carry on a casual conversation, but she looked mainly with the counsellor rather than at us. She seems committed to the adoption, but I am not sure she wants to be the one to make the decisions. Later our case worker called us and said she had never seen anything quite like it. From what I gather, this woman has had a very sad life. What I really respect, though, is that she wants more for her child. When I finally did pin her down and ask what her goals for this boy are, she said she wanted him to have a good education and to make something out of his life. I know her heart is in the right place even if other things seem a little wonky. She meets with another couple tomorrow, and then she said she would take a week to figure things through. We should know more by the first week of November or maybe a little later.
In anticipation, we bought some bottles, receiving blankets, pacifiers, and cradle sheets. We have a lot more to do, but it felt productive to pick up a few items. We also stopped by IKEA, and I found some bedding that I love. If this child works out, we will get him on December 28th--that doesn't leave very much time.
I was feeling really strange about the whole meeting yesterday. After reading a few books, I thought we would have some sort of chorus of angels singing moment when we met this mother and that it would instantly feel right. Of course none of this happened. It was a little awkward. Then I realized that the situation is beyond awkward. We are people being put in an impossible situation--how could it not be strange? She is grieving and confused, and we are anxious and tense and still feeling some pain of years of infertility. How do you really choose who is going to raise a child?
I also affirmed my committment to this child. This is not really about us or her; it's about a child. We can give this child a happy and loving house, and that's what matters. What makes me feel better is knowing that the agency makes sure all possible families are committed to the welfare of the child. Therefore,I know that if she chooses the other family, the little boy will still have a wonderful home filled with love. Somehow the edge is gone. It makes the waiting easier. If this is not our little boy, another one will be.
All of this emotional rollercoastering has left me tired, sore jawed (too much teeth grinding), and more than a little nauseous. We have a few invites tonight, but I think it's going to be couch night.

Monday, October 20, 2008

Realization
This goes into the duh category.
I cannot make someone like me. All I can do is show up, act like myself, and avoid slobbering and picking my nose. After that it is out of my control. I will love this little boy forever if he is ours, and if not, then I am sure the other couple will devote themselves to him. Either way I hope the kid wins.
This stocism will probably not last long. I'll be back to freakout mode tomorow.

My stomach feels like muppets are moshing in it. I call it Gonzo Guts Syndrome. There is nothing salubrious about this process. (I thought I'd throw in a GRE word)

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Hope is the Thing With Feathers
You'd think hope would be simple, but I guess not much is.
I am unsure what to feel. I hope that the birthmother picks us and makes our dreams come true. I want this more than I've wanted in my life. At the same time, it's complicated. She is chosing between us and another couple. If she works with us, then it will certainly break the hearts of two other people. I cannot pray to break their hearts. In addition, by agreeing to let us parent this child, she is, in a way, breaking her own heart. Something that will make me so happy will cause many people pain. I can only hope that wahtever is going to happen is what is supposed to happen. If this boy is going to be ours, it will be because he is meant to be. If he is not, maybe he was meant for the other couple. This whole process has been so difficult--three years of disappointment and heartbreak--I just have to think that we have been waiting because we the child we are going to get will be more special than we can possibly imagine.
We saw a really interesting play today called Doubt. Amongst other issues it suggested that a certain amount of doubt can be healthy, leaving the mind open to new possibilities, stretching beyond dogma. If this is true, then I am very healthy because there are times I am almost paralyzingly full of doubt. Still, as many doubts as I have, I keep making tentative plans for a son in December.
We were just out walking around the lake at sunset. While I thoroughly enjoyed the simplicity of the evening, it was bittersweet because I wanted more than anything to share this with my child. I know it will happen some day. I just hope we find our answers next week.

Friday, October 17, 2008

And That Happened. . .
On my way out of work today I glanced at my phone to see if Eric had called, and I saw that I had missed a call. When I looked at the missed calls list, I saw it was a San Antionio number. My heart stopped.
It was our adoption counsellor. We are meeting with a birthmother next Friday. She has narrowed her choice down to us and one other couple. If she chooses us, we will have a little boy some time in December.
I am reading the dictionary and I teach vocabulary for a living. I could give you a dozen synonymns for most words, but at the moment I am without any words to describe what I am feeling. It is beyond excitement. Joy does not even begin to cover it.
I keep telling myself not to get excited, that this might not work out, but it's too late for that. I know that everything will happen as it should. Even if it happens that this is not our little boy, then at least I know that they system is working and that someone thinks we'll be good parents.
The social worker kept asking if the meeting was convenient for us, but I would start walking now to get there if I needed to. I would eat nothing but ramen for the rest of my life if it means that I get to be the mother to a child. Love is seldom convenient but always worth the risks.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

I Blame Oklahoma
Apparently any time something goes wrong not only should you blame people involved, but you should also reach out and pass the blame around. I'm just passing on the lessons I've learned.
I got an email at work yesterday from someone I have never heard of before. It's the mother of one of my student's step-cousins, and she is furious because while left unattended at her house, my student went on myspace. Apparently not only should I control what they do at school, I should also somehow monitor what internet sites they visit while at home. Who knew? If I have to do that, I think I should be in the next tax bracket. I'm just saying.
My GRE learning is honestly not going so well. I know I promised utter dedication, but in reality it is difficult to sit down and solve problems about the the area of triangles and the rate at which three people can paint a house. Still I am making a little progress solving for x.
I definitely think my lack of progress should be blamed on the city of Norman, Oklahoma. Maybe I should start writing nasty emails to the Chamber of Commerce.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Wrong
A good woman can always admit when she is wrong. Eric successfully fixed the brakes and has yet to have a fiery car crash. Bonus.
I have been informed that I have to take the GRE again. My test date is Novemeber 26, and until then I have devoted myself to study. Just call me Amanda GRE B. Eric says it stands for GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. I have not taken a math class in over a decade. Why should I be worried?
My observation today was less than stellar. Out of 22 students, six of them did not have their homework assignments. After she screamed at them in the hallway, my students also would not participate in class while she was there. Normally I would be engaged in full time self-recrimination, panic and bout, but I am having a really difficult time getting myself worked up about it. It was a lesson that I was proud of, and I did my best even if they did not necessarily cooperate. Besides I am not going to determine my self esteem based on what that old woman thinks of me. I know, what's taken me so long to reach this conclusion?
Now that I have achieved this level of personal growth, I have some GRE prep to do.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Rollin'
Or perhaps not.
Here's a conversation that has taken place several times over the last few weeks:
"Honey, are you sure you know how to replace your brakes?"
"Yes, I've done it before."
"Really? You think you can do it?"
"Of course. It's really pretty easy."
"Sure?"
"Sure."

You get one guess as to how this has turned out.
I now have a car on blocks in my driveway. I am in redneck hell. Plus I just came in to post this and up on the screen I saw that his wealth of information was a wikianswers page on brake repair. Nice.

Double Vowel Goodness
Mastering the Sunday crossword is one of life's finer pleasures. I have not made my way to the New York Times version, peferring to stick with my local paper puzzle until I am ready to step up to the big leagues. Still, I had to interrupt Eric's attempt to set up a Quicken budget to show him the completed squares. Reading the dictionary is not good for much, but between it, my obsession with freerice.com and my knowledge of various Lenas, Desis and Ikes, I'm doing pretty well.
Last night's Merchant was well done. It did what any good production of the play does--it made the audience uncomfortable. Or at least as uncomfortable as we could be snuggled in our blankets, sipping on wine, and nibbling on delectable delicacies like fig spice cake.
Today I should be going into school and preparing for my observation this week, but I am much more likely to take Toby on a walk by the lake. My mission for the next few months is to thorougly enjoy my time with Eric--it isn't so much to make sure I have my blinds straightened, and the right curriculum codes written down in triplicate.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Pulchritude
The title is apropos of nothing, but that word has been in my head for the past few days. I have no reasonable explanation.
Last night's Bob show was different. He played an all acostic set. The music was beautiful, but there were several frat boys who showed up to see Bob rock it out and they couldn't get behind the whole mellow vibe. They screamed, yelled, and kicked beer bottles. It was enough to activiate my most misanthropic tendencies. I love that they are making the Palace Theatre into a new music venue--it's a great old movie theater with lots of character and great acoustics. Plus I love that it's only 3 miles from the house. We ended up having a lovely night with a few friends kicking back at the house eating pie and drinking wine. I don't see how you could go wrong with lemon pie and red wine honestly.
At the baptism this afternoon we got to see our friends who just got back from Russia with their little girl. Aside from just being nice to see them so happy, it was fantastic to see that this process does have a happy ending. Everytime I looked over at them, I had to smile. It was babypalooza--I also got to see 5 week old Steffan and of course 5 month old Ryan. I saw that none of the moms got to eat unmolested, that they had to change poop filled diapers, that they were no longer independent in many ways, but I also saw the looks on their faces as they interacted with their children, and I cannot wait for our turn.
That being said, I am fairly stoic about waiting. Some day it will be our turn.

Thursday, October 09, 2008

Like Flynn
My applications are in. I have some more supplementary materials to send in, but there is no turning back.
Other than that I'm working too much to have anything interesting to say.
To sum up:
I loved watching the debate the other day. I was already decided, but he knocked it out of the park. Here comes history.
We're seeing Bob Schneider tomorrow here in Grapevine. I need some Lonelyland time. The best music helps me let go.
Saturday night we are heading down to the park with the rents to see Merchant of Venice which I've been looking forward to for months. I've been tasked to put on a play at work again. Thus far I have not been into the assignment, but perhaps I'll be struck by the muse (or the Bard).
We also have a baptism. I hope it won't make me sad.
I just made some great tofu. That's not monumental, but it was truly perfectly cooked. As I never do it properly, I thought this was worth sharing. The key is pressing for a long time and then applying high heat.

I could philosophize poetically about 100 other little slices of daily life, but I am being called by the great outdoors. Our nightly family walks keep me balanced (relatively).

Wednesday, October 08, 2008

Squee
Is it wrong to want to have it all?
Perhaps it's not wrong, but I guess it really is not practical either.
Work is rather soul sucking but not bad. Lately all of my free time has been spent in meetings. They are seemingly endless with everyone wanting a piece of me. Yesterday we went to a highschool with the 8th graders, and it was lovely to be in a more mature and intellectual enviornment. It's getting so much harder to care about getting students to stand in line silently. I know there is so much more good I can do in the world that does not involve having to scream "Be quiet" 87 times a day.

Perhaps I'm growing complacent or just accepting, but I'm no longer freaking out about the adoption. It will happen when it will. I evidently cannot control this process. If I could we would have had this child three years ago. Since I am absolutely powerlesss, I might as well enjoy and try to get the rest of my life in order. Most of my attention right now is focused on becoming Doc Bresie. I love having something to work on. I delight in the fact that it is never too late to change my world. It may be foolish, but I find that refreshing.

Monday, October 06, 2008

It's Official
I'm submitted applications.
I am actually doing this.
I do not fear to hope.

Sunday, October 05, 2008

Broketastic
Due to adoption expenses and other unforseen expenditures, we are experiencing a temporary cash flow problem, so we decided to celebrate brokedown weekend. No money weekend turned out to be a lot of fun.
On Friday night we made a nice dinner, drank some wine and watched the past few weeks of Heroes. On Saturday we spent a few hours drinking coffee and reading the paper before we went to our play. We then biked to a free concert in the park. We spread a blanket and lay under the stars listening to laid back music. This morning we biked to church and later hit the library. We did spend money on groceries, but other than that we spent nothing. I really just enjoyed the time hanging out with my baby. (And the fury beasts)
In other news, I'm making progress on the grad school front. All three professors have agreed to write for me, and I'm almost finished with the applications. Now I just have to pay for them. The more I think about it, the more convinced I am that I'm making the right decision. I cannot wait for the challenge. I've been feeling stiffled, and I know there is more to life than telling students to be quiet and stop touching each other. I know I am a little out of practice and out of touch with the intellectual circles, but I will do whatever it takes to make this work.

Saturday, October 04, 2008

Would You Take Me?
What follows is my essay so far to get into my PhD program. I am still tweaking, but I think it's shaping up. Any suggestions?

Students entering CKS room 204 have grown accustomed to hearing “Good Morning, Scholar” as they step through the threshold. I tell them each day that they are called to scholarship. I too feel called to explore the world around me and consult those who have molded and defined the ideas that drive American culture.
After completing a Master’s degree at the University of Texas in Austin and subsequently undergoing training in education, I thought perhaps my years of formal study were complete. Soon, however, my thirst for knowledge began to exert itself, its need insatiable. I took a few classes in theology at St. Mary’s University; I devoured novels and joined two book clubs; I bought season tickets to several local theaters to investigate the past, present and future. When none of this sufficed, I embarked upon a serious study of the New Oxford American English Dictionary. After almost two years of daily reading, I am currently slogging my way through the Ts. The number of different kinds of antelope has been shocking, and I have occasionally scared myself into believing I was suffering from antiquated diseases! While I have discovered the meanings of enchiridion, habergeon, luxate, nocebo, and tamboura, and have filled four notebooks with delicious and puzzling new words, I have not found the intellectual satisfaction I crave. What I truly desire is a chance to investigate and write about the world of ideas.
Not only do I crave learning for my own gratification, I also have a passion for teaching. Having spent the last six years teaching composition, I have irrevocably fallen in love with the look on students faces when they have captured a concept for the first time. Witnessing the broadening of a smile, the quickening of the pulse, and a playful dancing behind the eyes and watching that lightning strike of inspiration is addictive. I strive to expand my own knowledge so I can help engender that awe, that “eureka” moment, more often in others.
My academic interests lie in cultural and material history, at the intersections of genres. I blame my 5th grade teachers for my passionate engagement with the multidisciplinary approach. One March day they announced that we would begin preparations for Greek Week. Not knowing what to expect, I came to school an average student and left on fire with a fervent desire to understand my world. During Greek Week, we studied the history of Ancient Greece, read mythological stories, wrote and performed plays based on the deeds of the gods and goddesses, studied the Greek’s scientific achievements, crafted ceramic urns, and even participated in our own Olympic games. That might have been the moment I caught a glimpse of the brilliance of the Greek political structure, and it was probably while shooting an arrow during the games that I realized this was the scholarship I yearned to pursue.
During the intervening years, my academic interests have shifted, but my approach has remained the same. My undergraduate thesis at Kenyon College focused on the concept and historical treatment of “The Other” as seen through the works of Herman Melville. I felt I could best view complex historical and anthropological ideas through the lens of literature. My master’s work was similarly multidisciplinary. Fascinated with consumer culture and the late 19th, early 20th century displays of spectacle, I chose to examine the emergence of the department store as a showcase for the American Dream. I explored the ideas of consumption and spectacle through the works of a man who had a pulse on the desires of Americans, L. Frank Baum. The idea that material culture can morph into art fascinated me. Also during these years I became particularly fascinated by how people construct their histories, representing them through museums and monuments. I spent two semesters collecting oral histories, a project I wish to continue. My years of working with teenage students have influenced my current academic interests. In much of history, the lives of adolescents remain murky and uncharted. I propose to trace shifts in ideas about adolescence through literature and material culture. The amount of money spent on and by adolescents has reshaped the economy. I am particularly fascinated by the ever lengthening childhood. I hope that by looking at the past, I can find some clues to the present cultural shifts.
I seek entry into the PhD program in order to grow intellectually and further my inquiries into the cultural history of the United States. Furthermore, I come not only to receive but also to acquire tools for sharing my knowledge with the next generation of scholars.


Walking the boys is harder than one might think.

One of the Greatest Pleasures in the World
Kicking back, drinking coffee, reading the paper and finishing the crossword puzzle with the help of my baby.
We're also baby sitting the grayhounds and are surrounded by animal love.
That sounded dirty!

Thursday, October 02, 2008

Not Enough
Apparently what I do for CKS is not enough.
This is what I was told by a parent who shanghaid me in the hallway after school. Her son has brain damage and is never going to be able to handle the work, yet his bad grades are my fault. I am not doing enough. I am not good enough.
That's the message I got right before I left work today.
Yesterday too I had issues right before I left work. I've decided that what I need is to do something I love before I leave so I am able to take off at peace. As it is, I've been trying unsuccessfully to let it go. When someone attacks the job I do, I take it really personally.
In addition to the unpleasantness, it's been a nutty day. I ran from the gym to a friend's house for the bright spot of the day. She is lending us their cradle for the alledeged baby. That made me both happy and a little sad. We have it set up now in the future nursery, and I am overjoyed that a baby would have a place to sleep. It makes me feel like it might really happen. On the other hand, it also seems so far away. There are many days that I feel this will never happen. This month marks three years of trying to make this happen. To be honest the whole thing makes my stomach hurt.
I also spent some time working on my personal narrative for grad applications. I have so much more work to do. My biggest worry is that my old professors wil not remember me and will refuse to write me a recomendation. I also just realized that I need to take the GRE again. I guess I need to relearn trig. yikes.
But I digress--as soon as I got home and made dinner, Jen, Jay and the beasts came over, and I drove them to the airport. The hounds are going to be staying her until Sunday. They are the best, but there have already been two pee stains I've cleaned off the floor.
I have become such a ball of stress that my hair is falling out. Literally. It is disturbing. I need to find a way to channel all of this anxiety into something healthy. Surely this is all leading to something great. I hope that I can embrace this transition rather than letting it overtake me. I know tomorrow will bring something new.
I am so blessed.
I do not fear to hope.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

Growl. . . But. . .
Today brought further battles with my assistant principal. I told a student I would not do something for him, and she turned around and did the opposite of what I said, bailing the student out of the situation. She undermined my authority. The silliest part of the situation is that she didn't even think to discuss the situation with me. I had to actually catch her in the act. Her excuse when I cornered her was that she did not want to get a phone call from the parents. She is so overrun with fear about what a parent may or may not say about a situation that she has completely lost the respect of here entire faculty. I am not upset that she disagreed with my handling of the situation, I am upset that she acted behind my back and mitigated a punishment without even telling me.
Yet as upset as I was about this situation, I am feeling oddly freed. I get to leave at the end of the year and pursue something greater, and that sad, frustrated woman will stay there. I am not defined by her inability to run the school. Luckily the rest of my life will not be spent trying to get students to walk in line.
I pulled out my thesis from both Kenyon and UT, and as I looked over them for selections to send to the universities, I became excited about entering the world of ideas again. It is much more satisfying than trying to tip toe around parents.
I was talking to Eric last night, and I realized that there are two things in this world that I want to be called: doctor and mom. Hopefully I am on my way to both even if the path seems so faint that I can barely make it out.
There is a path, right?