It's official. I'm a Seattleite again.

1. I have a "The North Face" messenger bag

2. I have a "The North Face" rain jacket

3. I own a pair of chacos

4. I recycle

5. I do not use an umbrella, even with torrential rains upon my face 

I'm alive again

So I'm back. Let me tell you what has transpired while I was on a hiatus from my life. First off I was offered a full time job and I declined it, however really wanting it. Then they love me so much that they offered me part time but with full benefits! And I just signed my contract today! For those who didn't know, I am working at a private school called Childrens Institute for Learning Differences (acronym CHILD). Recently I had been subbing there and they liked me so much that they wanted to hire me, I was apprehensive because of my full time status as a grad student and this quarter I'm taking three classes as opposed to last quarter when I was at two classes and that was hard enough. But they negotiated with me! Yeah! So I think this will be good for me for a number of reasons but mainly, it will keep me on a schedule, and I like schedules! I am a bit chaotic when I have a lot of free time, so this will be good for school, work, and my life in general (ie: benefits and money). Second, it has made me realize how blessed I am. From the getgo me applying to school, getting accepted, the ease of the move across country, and how I'm doing in grad school, not to mention the boy has been quite enjoyable and easy. I had prayed about it and of course got that good feeling, and so I know I'm being blessed. For instance, the job just kind of fell in my lap and what great experience on my resume as a future school psychologist to work at a school that has "learning differences" in the title! I mean really people, it was that easy! Now this quarter is already filled with much anxiety and overwhelmniness (word?) because the nature of the classes but I just have to trust myself and the Lord more. That whole faith thing, ya know? 

4.0 GPA! Woo-hoo! And i start again Tuesday...

This is my Seattle...

My second favorite poem

Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage Out
by Shel Silverstein

Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout
Would not take the garbage out!
She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans,
Candy the yams and spice the hams,
And though her daddy would scream and shout,
She simply would not take the garbage out.
And so it piled up the ceilings:
Coffee grounds, potato peelings,
Brown bananas, rotten peas,
Chunks of sour cottage cheese.
It filled the can, it covered the floor,
It cracked the window and blocked the door
With bacon rinds and chicken bones,
Drippy ends of ice cream cones,
Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel,
Gloppy glumps of cold outmeal,
Pizza crust and withered greens,
Soggy beans and tangerines,
Crusts of black burned buttered toast,
Gristly bits of beefy roasts...
The garbage rolled on down the hall,
It raised the roof, it broke the wall...
Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs,
Globs of gooey bubble gum,
Cellophane from green baloney,
Rubbery blubbery macaroni,
Peanut butter, caked and dry,
Curdled milk and crusts of pie,
Moldy melons, dried-up mustard,
Eggshells mixed with lemon custard,
Cold french fries and rancid meat,
Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat.
At last the garbage reached so high
That finally it touched the sky.
And all the neighbors moved away,
And none of her friends would come to play.
And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout said,
"OK, I'll take the garbage out!"
But then, of course, it was too late...
The garbage reached across the state,
From New York to the Golden Gate.
And there, in the garbage she did hate,
Poor Sarah met an awful fate,
That I cannot right now relate
Because the hour is much too late.
But children, remember Sarah Stout
And always take the garbage out!