Thursday, May 15, 2014

Hi...'member me?

Yeah, so, I've been a bit busy.  Love it at Morgan Stanley and am currently studying for the Series 7. It's a 250-question test that will allow me to enter trades for clients (and possibly make the big bucks!).  I've really come to love the people I'm working with and for--it really is a collaborative environment, and I feel like I've got a long future ahead of me there.  The Series 7 is, to put it mildly, not a fun test.  I'm almost done with the book--24 chapters talking about such exiting topics as options and calls and puts! (I'm sure by test time I'll have a firm grasp on it all!)

Noah's in his 2nd year at Wellford and is really excelling. He started off the year in the 99%ile in Reading (which we figured--that boy is a READER!) and in the 67%ile in Math. He's ending the year 93%ile in Reading (which we figure is due to his not always reading the question and/or not always paying attention to the questions being read aloud), and...drum roll, please!

91%ile in MATH!

We are so proud of him....he's really been working hard.  I think having a teacher that respects him and enjoys having him in her class has been the factor.

I've tried to volunteer for the PTO at his school as much as I can--they've given us our boy back, so I feel the least I can do is give them some of my time!

I honestly can't remember when I posted last...I could be proactive and look at the date, but I'm already here in the "crest new post" box and I really don't want to save this draft, so I will just assume I'm not repeating myself!

Mouse died, and we took a year off from kitties. But then, in January 2013, we spotted a kitty that called to me--a big, blue-eyed Siamese mix named "Chewie." Noah said, "Like Chewbacca!" So...we made him ours. It quickly became obvious why his name was "Chewie." Somewhere in that kitty brain, biting (never in anger or with any indications of being upset--no tail lashing or ears being laid back) = "hey, I like you!" So...we just have to watch out for bare toes lest he take a nibble!

It seemed like Chewbacca was getting lonely, so again, we found ourselves in a position of getting a cat for our cat.  Noah and I wandered through the Humane Society a few times and thought we'd settled on a few contenders. We went with Patrick to see which one we thought would be best, and a frisky orange kitten stole our hearts.  We took Charlie (named in part for my grandfather who had passed away very shortly before we adopted Charlie, and partly because the name just fits her) home, and have had a happy kitty home.

It's funny--I've never had a more cat-like cat than Charlie. She plays with kitty toys and everything! Chewbacca, if he had his druthers, would just lie on the floor, feet stretched out behind him, napping. Charlie? Well, when she's not balancing on the tops of doors (seriously--on the TOP of the door), she's chasing toes under the covers, or dust motes or just getting into all sorts of mischief.

Noah loves his kitties and it's his responsibility to feed them, which is fine by me since they get soft food in the morning and at night. We'll start thinking about cat box duty soon....

Speaking of the boy, I can't believe he's going to be EIGHT in less than a month...he's lost teeth, has had growth spurts, is in his 2nd year of karate, is swimming (that skill is helped by grandma and grandpa's pool!), rides a bike (though we need to get back to that...) and comes up with the most amazing jokes and stories!  He truly is amazing!

Hopefully I can keep this blog a little more updated, and keep y'all posted on the Wonders of Series 7!

Thursday, August 02, 2012

It's been a year and a half???? REALLY???? Holy sh....crap.

I love to write in my blogs. I know you wouldn't be able to tell it from the frequency of my posts, but I really do. I know that this blog saw me through some lonely times when Patrick was already in Greenville, and I was still in Finger, and we thought it would be a good way to keep in touch, to document then next big adventure. Then we found out I was expecting, and it was a great way to share in that fabulous, wonderful, my-God-did-she-eat-a-watermelon?, exciting time.  Then Noah came along, and again--the blog was a great way to document all the little things that were going on (when I wasn't too sleep-deprived and had 5 minutes to type on a computer, anyway). And I'm glad I did all those things, and I am so sad that it's been nearly 1 1/2 years since I've updated this. I am not sure if anyone still reads this, but I'm going to try to keep up with it, if nothing else, it's a great snapshot on what's going on in the day-to-day life of, well, me.

So....let's see. Took a small step back from Real Estate (though I am maintaining my license, so if you've got any questions, feel free to ask!); we realized that money does NOT grow on trees, so I put on my big girl panties and started flooding the temporary and permanent markets with my resume. And keep in mind that I was not sending out identical copies of my resume. Oh noooooo....I was tailoring it to EACH job that I was applying for or being sent on an interview for. Yeah, it sucked. But, as a result, I've got about 15 different resumes, should I ever need them!  (Yes, I try to save EVERYTHING. You never know.)

I ended up with a temporary gig at Extended Stay (downtown Spartanburg, about 5 minutes from Noah's school!) at the end of March 2011. I could really see myself there--the people were nice, they seemed duly impressed with my mad secretarial skills...then 2 weeks after I was hired, they announced they were moving to Charlotte. In August. *Sigh* All was not lost--they thought they would use me until the end of December. Yay! So, I plugged along, trying to make myself indispensable. Met a great bunch of people along the way, people that I really would (and do!) miss. They talked to me briefly about moving to Charlotte, but it just wasn't in the cards, and though they loved me, my assignment was ending at the end of August. NOT December.  I called my temp agency again, and basically said, in the nicest way possible, "You've got to find me another job. NOW. NOWNOWNOWNOWNOW!"  Which they did (Office Team, downtown Spartanburg--fabulous people!). I worked at a roofing company for a bit--again, met some really great people. In September, I got The Call. I was finally getting an interview at one of the many State jobs I'd applied for. It was perfect--a paralegal position, very much what I used to do with DCS in Jackson. I interviewed for it; they called me as I was on my way home and asked me to come back and fill out the background check information. This was a good sign!  I got the call that I got the job in late October, and could I start in two weeks?  ABSOLUTELY!  So, State Retirement, here I come!

I really enjoyed the job, and learned a lot, and again--FABULOUS PEOPLE. Wonderful benefits, an office that really got along...I was in heaven!

At the end of February (February 20, 2012, to be exact...), we got a bombshell dropped on us. Noah's teacher thought she saw some regression--lots of spinning around, playing with the puzzle pieces, rather than actually doing the puzzle; playing with the laminated sentence builder cards, rather than DOING the assignment. She'd direct him on some work, walk away, and when she came back, he'd done the one question the two of them worked on, but then was just staring into space. We were floored. We heard some pretty terrifying things:  regression, "maybe you should think about seeing a specialist," "screening for possible issues," "I don't think he'd be able to make it in public school." We left the school, and I was just thisclose to sobbing. I may have been. It was not what we expected at all. I called Dad, and asked if he noticed anything serious--not behavioral issues like Noah was just being stubborn, but real issues--I trust Dad and his experience, and even though I knew that if he HAD seen anything, he would have told us. He hadn't. He gave us some tips to try--stringing gradually increasing task lists, seeing if Noah could focus on those (he could and did). We really started working with Noah and his focusing. We took him to a pediatrician, and her diagnosis was the same as ours--he most likely was bored. We following through with the screening, where they basically asked us, "Why is he here?" All was fine, and they, too, agreed that Noah was probably regressing a bit, because he was in with younger classmates, and that he was probably bored. We went back to the school, and gave them this diagnosis. I asked if we can try 1st grade, see if that challenges him. They told me, basically to keep it on the down-low (which I am SO not doing by publishing here, but we pay a lot of money to that school, and I reminded them of my ONE CONCERN when we were touring the school:  What will you do if he gets bored? "Oh, he won't get bored. If he does, we'll bring material from the Elementary school and we'll make sure he's challenged."). I was terribly disappointed in his teacher, who said that they could, but "he probably won't do any work." At this point, I need to say that Noah's teacher is a very nice woman, who has a lot of experience with teaching. I'm sure a lot of kids do great in her class. But at this point, I felt that she was trying to label my child and tell me what he's capable of, when in my eyes, she wasn't being a very good teacher. I expect a lot from a Montessori school--I expect them to work well with children at all points in the learning spectrum, and to be outside-the-box thinkers and to try alternatives. I DON'T expect them to try to label my child as ADHD and tell me that he's not going to make it in a public school, and that he won't do any work if we do try to send him down to the Elementary school. So, we sent him down. I did get a favorable report from the Head of the School (and the Elementary school teacher) that Noah did do work, he was focused and that one of the other students, and older student that was Noah's guide for the day, looked at the Elementary teacher and said, "He needs to be down here now."   So, we stuck it out for a few more months, and in that time we thought that maybe my working in downtown Greenville, which necessitated dropping off Noah at 7:45 (or before) in the morning and not being picked up until 5:15 in the evening was leading to very long days. We all agreed that it seemed that Noah just wasn't happy, which let me tell ya--it broke my heart.

So...I received word that a part-time position with Morgan Stanley Smith Barney in downtown Spartanburg (7 minutes away from Noah's school!) was a possibility. I had talked to them in the middle of my interview with the State, but before I accepted it, and let them know that if offered the State position, I may have to take it (benefits, you see....). However, when all this started happening with Noah, I realized that my ongoing conversations with MSSB may have been for a reason...  And so, with a heavy heart, I handed in my resignation to the State, and shed a LOT of tears. It was scary. And I was leaving a great job, with great people.

Patrick and I did a lot of thinking and a lot of budgeting--we knew something needed to change. It just wasn't good for Noah to be in school, in an environment that he obviously wasn't happy in, for that long, and we could make it on the part-time salary that MSSB was offering. So, on April 23, 2012, we made the jump.  I must say, I feel like home at MSSB--great people, and I really like the job, and it's challenging, and interesting and I'm really happy there!  We also enrolled Noah in the Kickin' Kids program (recommended to us by one of Noah's school friend's Mom) and he started doing karate twice a week. In just a couple weeks of doing that and me working part-time, it seemed that the sunny Noah we adored started to come out. We stuck with Kickin' Kids for the Summer, and he's had a fabulous time. By the way, Spartanburg Martial Arts and their Kickin' Kids program? I can't say enough wonderful things about it. The people and the program are absolutely wonderful!  We have seen such a positive change in Noah, and he really enjoys it so much!

It is now August, and Noah starts 1st grade on the 13th. We're a little apprehensive, and Noah has said more than once that he doesn't want to go back to school. We keep telling him that he's going to the Green House (the Elementary school), and it'll be with a new teacher, and he had fun going to the Green House, so it'll be okay. He seems okay with that... We're also keeping him in karate, too, and I think that's really helped. We must say that the screening really opened our eyes to some other possibilities--a couple of the screeners were from Abner Creek Academy and one of our neighbors' kids went there, and we'd heard it was a great school, and we really liked the screeners. They also mentioned Wellford Academy. Whereas Abner Creek is a magnet school focusing on the arts, Wellford is a magnet school focusing on science. AND, there's a Charter school across the street from Montessori. We're looking at all possibilities--we hope that Montessori works out, but if it doesn't, we want to have a Plan B. As much as we are dedicated to Noah's education, we can't afford to pay what we pay if Noah's not taking advantage of it. Heck, we'd rather go to Disney! 

But, back to that "Noah starts 1st grade"--he turned SIX this past June. He starts FIRST GRADE. Where did the time go????  I look at him and can still see the little baby, but now he's getting so big--going to the bathroom and shutting the door, playing with Legos--the small ones, not the Mega or Duplo blocks, and building ships and buildings, not just taking the heads off the mini figs....though he still does a LOT of that--lots of decapitations going on at our house! He can operate the remote controls to the TV/DVD/Satellite/Roku better than I can. He is playing Patrick's computer games....  He's getting so big, and while I appreciate the growing he's doing, he is incredibly stubborn and sometimes I feel it would be nicer and easier if I could put him in the magical swing and he'd just stay there.

But then, he wouldn't be the incredible, wonderful little boy that tells such awful jokes (of which I can't remember any right now, but I promise that I'll write them down the next time he tells any....) that I love more than life itself.

That being said, it still doesn't make nights like tonight, where he's refusing to be still and quiet and screaming that "I'M NOT TIRED! I WANT MY LIGHT!" which, of course, tells us that he IS tired and makes Mommy reach for the box of wine.

But, that's the glamorous life I lead, and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world!

Saturday, March 05, 2011

Worst Come-On Line EVER

I was reminded by a friend today of the worst come-on line ever.

My two friends and I had set out for the Strip, to have a little fun on a Friday (Saturday?) night. We were at a table at an alcohol-friendly establishment, enjoying the festivities, when we were approached by a man. I remember him being old--and by old, I mean, probably in his 40s. We were in our mid-20s, so the simple fact of him being 40ish was creepy enough. But no, it really does get better.

This guy comes to our table, and I had already noticed that he smelled...weird. Now, I don't make it a habit to smell strangers, but I just caught of whiff and it was just a little off. So, Strike 2.

He hangs around, trying to start some small talk, and it goes like this:

"Hey, if anyone asks you what my name is, do you know what to tell them?"

And me, not being afraid to offend Stinky Old Man, said something probably like, "I don't really care."

Stinky was not only old and odd-smelling, but undeterred, and continued on:

"Milk. Do you know why?"

Me, again: "I really don't care."

"Cuz Milk does a body good."

Seriously. I'm not making this up. He actually said that.

So, if any of you are out there, looking for a good come-on line, this isn't it.

Worst come-on line ever.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Ah...videos!

I grew up when MTV wasn't always around, so when they hit the airwaves, I thought it was the coolest thing ever. It wasn't really about the music--it was music television. And it was cool. Then, videos sorta just...stopped. I liked some of the other programs ("Singled Out," "Remote Control") but then it seemed that it was all TRL and lots of screaming tweens. (Maybe part of it was due to the fact that I was getting older...and I was no longer a screaming tween myself.)

The along comes Ok Go, and once again, I'm mesmerized. These guys are brilliant. I think I like their music, too. But, then again, I'm so busy watching what's going on in the video that I'm not really sure what their songs sound like.

Caught this video tonight, and just thought Noah would love it, and I thought it was pretty awesome, too.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Various & sundry musings...

On any normal day, I find myself zooming around town, in a car dirtier & messier than I'd like, and depending on the time, there's a good chance that mini-me is in the back seat. He's usually talking about this & that. Fer instance, this morning, he was musing that "Pluto used to be a planet, but now it's just a moon." Me: "Really? Did you learn that at Montessori?" Noah: "No, Grandma. Grandma knows everything." Me: "Yes, yes she does."

But then, every once in awhile, I guess his little tootsies get hot, and he takes his shoes off. Mind you, I know when this happens, even if I haven't turned around to peek at his cute little toes. I have no clue when he went from a sweet-smelling baby to a little boy with feet that smell like old french fries. Believe me, for a while, I was searching under the seats, between the seats, for the offending tater, convinced it was there. But no, it was simply our little boy's feet.

I guess the smells only get worse from here.

But speaking of smells, tonight I had the most wonderful compliment paid to me by Sir Stinky Feet himself--
Noah: "Mommy, what do you smell like?"
Me: "I don't know. What do I smell like?"
Noah: "You smell like the special kisses you give me, Mommy."

*Sigh*

I still snuffle his feet every chance I get, stinky fry smell or not!

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Thankful for all my blessings

I am about to go to bed, and I remember that this morning, Mom reminded me that it was September 11. I'm sure someday I'll be able to get through this day without crying, but not today. I didn't watch any of the news coverage. I didn't read the paper. I saw flags at half-mast, and wished that we'd put our flag out, too. It just sort of hit me, after I kissed my baby goodnight, and realized that he'll never know a world where this day wasn't the day that changed most of us.

I am sure that we all remember where we were that morning. I was at the T.B.I. lab in Jackson, listening to a morning call-in show, "Bob and Sheri" when they broke in and reported that there had been an accident, a small plane had flown into one of the World Trade Center towers. The next thing I knew, they were reporting a second plane, and one of my coworkers ran to the front of the lab where I was, and I think we were both in shock. She ran next door to the field office, where they had a TV. I was sort of stuck, not sure what was going on. She ran back in to tell me that the Pentagon had been hit. And then the plane went down in Pennsylvania.

I called Patrick, to make sure he was ok. He wasn't anywhere close to New York, but I had to make sure he was safe.

Then I just remember all the footage, all the stories, the pictures, it was everywhere.

My heart aches when I think of how I'm going to have to try to explain to Noah why and how someone could do such a thing.

Until then, I'll continue to kiss his cheek as he's sleeping, dreaming of kitties and rainbows (as instructed by Grandma), and know that I am so thankful for all that I have.

Thursday, September 09, 2010

A little patch of green in the middle of town

Patrick found out about a park pretty much right smack dab in the middle of Spartanburg. So, we all hopped in the car a couple weekends ago & went for a little hike. Saw lots of wildflowers and butterflies; a river that looked fairly clean; and a boardwalk that went over a swampland where Patrick saw a heron. Noah seemed to have a great time, so I'm sure we'll be going back again.

Okay, not the best picture of Patrick, I think I'm passable, but LOVE the funny face Noah was making!


We're a little more normal in this one!


My two boys...


This is at the beginning of the hike. Noah had never really experienced a mud puddle before, and actually slipped in this one. He was a bit muddy for a while, until the mud dried & we could flake it off!