Mental Manatee Mentors Part 3--CLOSED (Page 33)

{MELON PRESS} much appreciated and returned.

I wasn't sure what they wanted me to do. I considered poking him and turning around and saying, "Yup, he's dead," but I didn't think that was exactly the procedure.

Adrienne, I don't often go real name, so I must be serious.  

The job thing is a whole big deal that you have very little control over. Put it in a box and only open it when needed. Compartmentalize. Running may not be what you do for a living, but it is a part of who you are. Put it into a different box. Continue doing so with other life "stuff". Once you come to a final group of boxes, you will have a good idea of the ones you control, the ones that you don't control, and the ones that control you. Some are good, some are bad, and others just are out there. No matter what you find though, remember that the truly important things are not things at all. They are the people that you care about and the people that care about you.

Life is like running, mostly easy, sometimes hard. Right now is one of those hard times, but you are stronger than anything life can throw at you. Remember to breath and enjoy.

Short update:

I signed my contract for next year, so I am here for another year (at least). I am actually okay with that but my husband is still pressuring me to find another job in a friendlier climate. (What? You don't like 85 one day and 35 and snowing two days later??)

My #1 son got hired on at Subway. I can't believe how excited I am about this. I think I am more excited than he is. He offered to buy me a helicopter to make my job easier. I said, "Really??? You would do that? Because that would make parenting soooo much easier for me."

#2 son might pass 6th grade. Woohoo!! (Dolt! He's the brightest kid in the class. He's run into the first teacher who isn't impressed with his dashing good looks and winsome personality. She's going to make him work for it.)

#1 son has his first soccer game on Saturday morning. Oh, yeah. I'm the coach! He wants me to promise that I will be his soccer coach forever and ever.

Husband is finishing up his last week at the miserable job. He flies out Sunday morning to Palo Alto for a week of training. Then back for two days and out to Maryland for another week of training. Then I'm in Chicago. I get back and he flies out somewhere else. I keep reminding him that this is good stress.

I'm back on my running streak. I'm not going to set a time limit/goal for it. I'm just going to run every day I can. I feel finally healthy. Completely off antibiotics and taking just 10mg of lisinopril a day. My blood pressure has been crazy low, like 95/48 with a pulse of 45.

Did anyone read the WSJ article TriGirl (?) posted in COJ on "Reasons You're Not as Successful As you Should Be? I printed it out and have it taped to the wall of my office. I've got to get out of this professional funk I'm in. I love my students and teaching, and I don't mind grading when I get around to it, but I can't get excited about all of the political garbage going on. Still . . . I'm going to ask my boss for my old admin job back. I may wait to do it until June, however. I need to get my head on right before I do it.

Thanks for being here. All of you. I appreciate your kindness, humor, and inspiration.

I love this entire quote... May I borrow it for my blog?  Will of course give credit where credit is due.  Do you have a blog you would like me to link back to?  

Dude, it is yours. I have no blog, so just acknowledge that you got it from a wise old soul.

I'm with you on the funk part. I gotta figure this out. Ann has OK'd me taking a week of vacation to go to bike mechanic school. I'm not sure it will help, but it would sure be fun.

Finding the good and accepting the rest. We should all do so. 

Be careful what you ask for.... You just might get it.

Fudge that. I now vote for Orlando. I'm a big Disney fan.

Or any cruise ship other than Carnival. Evidently, I've forgotten about the race part.

{MELON PRESS} much appreciated and returned.

I wasn't sure what they wanted me to do. I considered poking him and turning around and saying, "Yup, he's dead," but I didn't think that was exactly the procedure.

Okay. Funny story about when my dad died.

We (my mom, my niece, and I and a very stupid nurse) are standing around my dad's bed. They had disconnected all life support, so we were just waiting. My mom was holding his hand and talking to him and we were all saying that we loved him (he wasn't conscious), and his heart line went flat. The nurse looked up at the clock and said, "I call the time 10:15 pm." or whatever it was, and then my dad kind of sat up a little, not straight up, but his head and chest came off the table and he breathed this HUGE breath and exhale, and fell back to the table. (LOL) We all looked at her, and she said, "Okay. Maybe we'll just wait a few more minutes."

I guess she should have poked him before "calling" it. Man, I love my dad. That was hysterical. (Not at the time, but now I always laugh about it when I remember it.)

Okay, lets nail this trip plan down---I'm poor, I have to plan WAAAAAAAAAYYYY ahead. As long as its after May---gotta get past school!

Yanti--once again your incredible, indefatigable strength amazes and inspires me...I have to take lessons, as I tend to fall apart on the threat of a cloudy day...

{MELON PRESS} much appreciated and returned.

I wasn't sure what they wanted me to do. I considered poking him and turning around and saying, "Yup, he's dead," but I didn't think that was exactly the procedure.

{MELON PRESS} much appreciated and returned.

I wasn't sure what they wanted me to do. I considered poking him and turning around and saying, "Yup, he's dead," but I didn't think that was exactly the procedure.

Short update:

I signed my contract for next year, so I am here for another year (at least). I am actually okay with that but my husband is still pressuring me to find another job in a friendlier climate. (What? You don't like 85 one day and 35 and snowing two days later??)

My #1 son got hired on at Subway. I can't believe how excited I am about this. I think I am more excited than he is. He offered to buy me a helicopter to make my job easier. I said, "Really??? You would do that? Because that would make parenting soooo much easier for me."

#2 son might pass 6th grade. Woohoo!! (Dolt! He's the brightest kid in the class. He's run into the first teacher who isn't impressed with his dashing good looks and winsome personality. She's going to make him work for it.)

#1 son has his first soccer game on Saturday morning. Oh, yeah. I'm the coach! He wants me to promise that I will be his soccer coach forever and ever.

Husband is finishing up his last week at the miserable job. He flies out Sunday morning to Palo Alto for a week of training. Then back for two days and out to Maryland for another week of training. Then I'm in Chicago. I get back and he flies out somewhere else. I keep reminding him that this is good stress.

I'm back on my running streak. I'm not going to set a time limit/goal for it. I'm just going to run every day I can. I feel finally healthy. Completely off antibiotics and taking just 10mg of lisinopril a day. My blood pressure has been crazy low, like 95/48 with a pulse of 45.

Did anyone read the WSJ article TriGirl (?) posted in COJ on "Reasons You're Not as Successful As you Should Be? I printed it out and have it taped to the wall of my office. I've got to get out of this professional funk I'm in. I love my students and teaching, and I don't mind grading when I get around to it, but I can't get excited about all of the political garbage going on. Still . . . I'm going to ask my boss for my old admin job back. I may wait to do it until June, however. I need to get my head on right before I do it.

Thanks for being here. All of you. I appreciate your kindness, humor, and inspiration.

Okay. Funny story about when my dad died.

We (my mom, my niece, and I and a very stupid nurse) are standing around my dad's bed. They had disconnected all life support, so we were just waiting. My mom was holding his hand and talking to him and we were all saying that we loved him (he wasn't conscious), and his heart line went flat. The nurse looked up at the clock and said, "I call the time 10:15 pm." or whatever it was, and then my dad kind of sat up a little, not straight up, but his head and chest came off the table and he breathed this HUGE breath and exhale, and fell back to the table. (LOL) We all looked at her, and she said, "Okay. Maybe we'll just wait a few more minutes."

I guess she should have poked him before "calling" it. Man, I love my dad. That was hysterical. (Not at the time, but now I always laugh about it when I remember it.)

Sooo, professional funks don't go away eh? 

Short update:

I signed my contract for next year, so I am here for another year (at least). I am actually okay with that but my husband is still pressuring me to find another job in a friendlier climate. (What? You don't like 85 one day and 35 and snowing two days later??)

My #1 son got hired on at Subway. I can't believe how excited I am about this. I think I am more excited than he is. He offered to buy me a helicopter to make my job easier. I said, "Really??? You would do that? Because that would make parenting soooo much easier for me."

#2 son might pass 6th grade. Woohoo!! (Dolt! He's the brightest kid in the class. He's run into the first teacher who isn't impressed with his dashing good looks and winsome personality. She's going to make him work for it.)

#1 son has his first soccer game on Saturday morning. Oh, yeah. I'm the coach! He wants me to promise that I will be his soccer coach forever and ever.

Husband is finishing up his last week at the miserable job. He flies out Sunday morning to Palo Alto for a week of training. Then back for two days and out to Maryland for another week of training. Then I'm in Chicago. I get back and he flies out somewhere else. I keep reminding him that this is good stress.

I'm back on my running streak. I'm not going to set a time limit/goal for it. I'm just going to run every day I can. I feel finally healthy. Completely off antibiotics and taking just 10mg of lisinopril a day. My blood pressure has been crazy low, like 95/48 with a pulse of 45.

Did anyone read the WSJ article TriGirl (?) posted in COJ on "Reasons You're Not as Successful As you Should Be? I printed it out and have it taped to the wall of my office. I've got to get out of this professional funk I'm in. I love my students and teaching, and I don't mind grading when I get around to it, but I can't get excited about all of the political garbage going on. Still . . . I'm going to ask my boss for my old admin job back. I may wait to do it until June, however. I need to get my head on right before I do it.

Thanks for being here. All of you. I appreciate your kindness, humor, and inspiration.

Felicitous ... thank you for not rising too far above the riff-raff.

I watched my Grandmother die.  Exactly the same thing happened.  She sat up - took this HUGE breath, and then exhaled one final time.  I remember (clear as a bell) the sound, and fullness, of that final exhale.  I wonder if this happens to everyone when they die?

So. Badger Jen Moose. Bike selling. (I didn't just hallucinate that, did I?)

I've sold bikes and bike parts with good success on Ebay, here, and Craigslist. The ST classifieds are much more hoppenin' but, like here, you need to build up a bit of a time and posting history there.

Anything specific you want to know? Did you already say it and I'm being tiresome?

Just finished my first run in 3 weeks!!

Not pretty - I felt like a Biggest Loser contestant the first day on the ranch - but it was faster than I felt and I didn't have any pain.  Soreness and numb toes, yes.  Pain, no.