Life

Hi i just accepted my mommas invitation, nothing really to say right now, umm im 16 yrs old and early enrolled into community college, i just got my first job. Umm, i have my nose pierced, i think its cute, i asked to get my lip pieced but momma said no because she thinks it looks ugly, so i didnt do that, oh well. But anyways i was planning on going to sleep like an hour ago and never did so, umm, bye.

(Guest blogger, Amanda)

Not much.

Reading other blogs has inspired some thoughts - again on infant baptism, Mark Driscoll/the way we use our words, legalism vs. legal issues.

But, for this day - I have committed to parking my car and walking on all my errands. I've got my "not so trusty" pedometer - I think it catches about 1 of every 3 steps - my bottled water, my cell phone and my walking shoes.

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Here's how it goes - The first five people that reply gets to answer 5 questions (asked by me) on their own blog and then the whole process gets repeated there!

Here are the questions Shrode asked me over at Thinklings.

How did you meet Tom? Who is he?
I had him...Tom is my son, oldest child - according to a five year old we know, "The pokey haired dude"

2. How many children do you have? What is special about each one of them?
Two, both of them brilliant, if somewhat unmotivated.

The boy is 18 - starting college for some kind of (TBA) computer science thing. Tom, for the first time this year, was able to verbalize that good came out of his dad's death - We had a kid living with us in a very bad situation that felt that "everything is random". Tom would reply, "nothing is random, we belong to a God who is in control of the universe." He went on to list the good things that have happened since Art died, that would not have happened if Art had lived. To me, that is special - not many kids could lose their dad at age 14 and be able to see good in it.

The girl-child is younger and just got her first job! She doesn't like pink - in fact she appears to have some kind of pathalogical thing against the color. It's unfortunate that her first job is in a very pink store. She's adventurous. She just pulled herself out of public school and is homeschooling for the first time as a junior, dual-enrolled at 16 in our local community college. She also has her nose pierced...

3. How and when did you first become a teacher? What's the best part about being a teacher? The worst? Why are you in between jobs right now? How's the job hunt going?

Well...I'm not exactly a teacher, but not a para-pro either. The district that I work for has a rather unique position about half-way inbetween (child care worker or non-certified teacher). We work with severely impaired students, physically or mentally - and child care workers are the "second" staff in classrooms for students with autism. That's what I've been doing for almost 8 years.

I first started subbing because I wanted a job where could pick and choose what days I worked and right after I started I was put into a long-term position with a first-grader in a wheelchair (spina bifida). After that, I was offered another long term position (they liked me) in a room with students with autism. Having watched "Rainman", I was a little nervous, but I ended up really liking these special people. When the job was offered to be permentantly, I took it.

The best part of my job are the "breakthroughs"; getting a student to learn his colors in sign language, etc. The job I'm leaving now, the focus for most of the students was life skills - so I went on a lot of job sites - restaurants, grocery stores, retailers. I also got to play floor hockey.

The job I'm leaving now - I think maybe the worst part is having people not see the value in what I do. For some people, severe mental impairments are scary and they don't see the value in getting these kids out into the community - and the extra expense for the district is not worth it (I've heard, "spend the money on somebody who will make something of themselves"). I also have a very hard time when I see impaired students targetted because they can't defend themselves.

I'm not exactly in-between jobs - I'm bidding out of one job in my district and bidding on another one - so my job will be the same, but in a different school with different kids (and a different age group). I have teenagers at home, teenagers at church and teenagers at work - I want to be with little kids...and may be making a switch from students with autism to students with severe emotional impairments. If I could put my finger on why I feel the desire to do that, I'd be able to verbalize it, but I can't. A very dear friend reminds me that kids like we're talking about need Christian teachers.

4. Why did you decide to have a tatoo? What does your family think about it? What is it?

My tattoo is a week old today! I recently took stock of where I am, what I've done and how I've changed and/or grown. And something that might seem out of character underscores the change. This tattoo is a celtic-style cross, only instead of knot work on the crossbar, there are Greek letters, Christos - Christ on the cross. For me, in my Reformation from Arminianism, Christ alone on the cross means that there is no room there for my works, my filthy rags (righteousness). It's all Christ on there. My son designed it (so it's not exactly professional, but I'll probably end up going back to have it shaded later) and the letters are in Greek because Manda and I are taking a Greek class together. So both my kids are "in" the design.

My family...both my kids watched while I was getting it - Tom will likely end up getting one similar (he's already designed it) and Manda wants a tattoo, but a "cute" one - she's looking at a lily (Christ's "lilies of the field")

My "big family" will probably give me "the look" but be okay with it - except my mom...she doesn't know yet...but we have a big family wedding next weekend, so I'll show and tell then.

5. What's the worst movie you ever saw? The worst song you ever heard? The worst book you ever read? The worst meal you ever ate?
Movie: Attack of the Killer Tomatoes
Song: Muskrat Love
Book: There have been a few that I just put away - the last one that I hated was my Spanish textbook, but that was me, not the book.
Meal: I cooked it - it ended up being "scrambled pancakes" when camping - something bad happened...

6. What one quality of Jesus's do you wish you had more of?
(these all go together) The courage to speak when I should and the wisdom to shut up when I should. The ability to know when to "shake the dust off my feet" and move on.

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I put in bids on two jobs today - my first choice is (probably) a lower-elementary room in a "center-based" program for severely emotionally impaired children. These are the hardest of cases, the ones that were not able to succeed even in self-contained rooms in their home districts.

My second choice is also in a center-based program with (probably) middle or upper elemtary aged severely impaired autistic children.

My dear friend reminds me that children like these need Christian teachers.

I am very much at peace with either one of these positions - I talked to the principal at the first school and she said that there is another bid that is at about the same level of seniority, so I may not get that. There are three positions open at the second school, so I am pretty much guaranteed a position there, if I don't get the first.

If I get the first one, great, that's God. If I don't, great, that's God.

I have a couple of weeks off, so I'll probably be blogging a bit. We have a family wedding on the 27, school starts the 29th, we have a family reunion/camping trip on Labor Day weekend...and then it's back to school for real 😉

I'm taking 7 credit hours this semester, finally picking up "History of Western Civilization, Pre-Reformation" and "General Psychology". Add to that homeschooling a high schooler - Algebra, Writing, Computers, Greek; and she's taking Art, Psychology and a health credit at Community College. So I'm really enjoying digging into the Word, theology, history and even a little fiction before life gets crazy.

Tom finally has a job interview on Monday!

My tattoo is feeling "sun-burny", but not itchy. It got dry while we were grocery shopping - like *BIG TIME* grocery shopping. I ran into the secretary from my last school, Janice. We had a nice chat - she remembers Manda.

I told Tom that I was really okay with him telling folks I got a tattoo and he designed it - he asked for a photo for his art book; I told him that I'd rather wait until the redness and swelling is gone so it looks cleaner, then I'd be glad to let him take a picture!

And...I got new shoes. (on clearance for 75% off!)

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I did it...

It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be and both of my kids watched!

My son designed it - Christ on the cross - in Greek because Manda and I are taking Greek together. It reminds me that when Christ is all there is on the cross, my works mean nothing to my salvation. All my righteousness is like filthy rags. Christ's work is finished and the understanding of Christ's finished work on the cross is part my Reformation.

It's on the back of my shoulder - well, that part is "just because"

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We just got back from a weekend in Chicago (Tom and I went to pick up Manda after she enjoyed a vacation with her aunts). We went to the Museum of Science and Industry and went through an interesting exhibit (you'll either be appalled or fascinated).

This exhibit shows real human bodies that have been "plastinized", or permeated with plastic. All of the people knew exactly what science their bodies were going to be used for.

This gave me a very real look at the wonder of the human body and how it works, as well as the damage that we can do to it. Yes, you do get to see the lungs of a smoker... Manda didn't make it all the way through - she hurried around and met us on the other end.

We're all home, safe and sound - getting ready for Greek tonight.

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Soon after my husband died, I had the urge to do something that "my husband's wife" would not have done. It began my journey to "me", not "Mrs."

Actually, I did a lot of things that "Art's wife" would not have done. Got a cell phone contract, actually did research and changed churches, changed my major...and a few other things that not a lot of people know about. These are not "poor me" things - they are growth things, and I don't regret them.

My old pastor nearly went postal when I took a camping trip by myself (I was going to say all by myself, but the dog went along. I threw the tent and an overnight bag in the trunk and away we went. I did wimp out and stay in a hotel when the temperature dropped into the lower 30's (in the Upper Penninsula of Michigan - in July). He advocated for me to stay home and be safe ("you don't know who you'll run into"). I went to a lot of the places that Art and I went together and it taught me that I enjoyed some things a lot more by myself. It was the first time I had traveled alone and it was GOOD.

The "out of character" things seem be every two years and center around dates - two years ago, it was the day before the anniversary of my widowhood.

This year - well, today would have been my 27th anniversary.

And this year...the tattoo wins.