January 31, 2006

I'm A Newspaper Woman, Myself

Every week this summer (barring the one where I was in Minnesota on the canoe trip), part of my job description was to write the staff newsletter that was published on Wednesdays. The newsletter didn't really have much of a pre-established format or anything, so it took me a couple of weeks to figure out what I wanted it to look like.
I just realized that Dawn had put them on-line for the kids to see, so I thought I would share them with you, as well. The format didn't exactly transfer over very well, so some of the spacing is off and some lines and boxes are missing. But the general gist of it is there. Enjoy!
Summer 2005 Zone Newsletters

Merry Christmas, Eric!

January 29, 2006

I've Jumped on the MySpace Bandwagon

My "About Me":

Other than an eight year stint on the Gulf Coast of Mississippi, I have spent the majority of my life in a small town in Tennessee. I count this an incredible blessing, rather than a hindrance. I don't have the accent that I should considering my Mississippi and Tennessee roots, but I've learned to embrace and appreciate the accent that I do have (My Wisconsin friends will never let me forget it, anyway).
I come from a semi-large family that is full of distinct personalities and I love each and every one of them massive amounts. Being one of five children, I was quickly given my identity as the quiet, smart one, and spent 18 years believing that's all there was to me.
I followed almost all of the rules and tried to live up to every expectation I thought my parents/family/church/community wanted from me as I was growing up. I wanted nothing more than to accomplish the goals I thought had to be met in order to be deemed successful.
And then this incredible, life-altering thing happened to me: I accomplished all of those things. At least the tangible ones.
I then proceeded to panic like it was my job.
After living up to everyone else's expectations, I realized I had very few of my own.
It took me four years of college, 4 camping summers, and 9 months in a different country, to realize that there was a lot more to me than I'd always thought. I realized that who I thought I was, really isn't who I am at all. I'm still trying to erase the wrong self-image from my brain.
I've worked/lived in Georgia, Kentucky, Wisconsin, Colorado, Texas, and Guatemala in the last 5 years. I want to live/work in about a zillion other places in the next couple of years, but I'd settle for Italy, Montana, North Carolina, Spain, England, Russia, a tropical island (I'm not picky about which one), and Alaska.
I'd rather be doing almost anything than what I am currently doing. I had my fourth foot surgery last September, and I am in the midst of the debate over surgery number 5. Apparently, surgery number 3 was ill-advised and has permanetly screwed up my foot. I'm working with a doctor at the Mayo Clinic and a doctor in Nashville to see if we can come up with another alternative to buy me some time. Number 5 will eventually have to be done. It could either fix things enough to buy me 20-30 years, or it could necessitate surgery number 6 and the ugliest shoes ever known to a twenty-something. I'm stuck standing still while all of these surgeries and decisions are taking place because of a lovely catch-22 called a Cobra Health Insurance.
I don't like standing still. I want to fly far, far away from all of this.
One day, I want a house that sits on top of a hill, with a big wrap-around porch, a rocking chair, and two dogs to sit on either side. I want to live close to a small city, and be able to go hiking in my back yard. It would be nice to have someone to go on adventures with, but I haven't found that person yet. For now, I am blessed with incredible friends all over this country and a few out of it.
I don't know what I'm going to do in my immediate future. I really wish I did. I mean, I REALLY, really wish I did. I don't like not having any idea. But at the same time, I can get really, can't-sit-still-when-I-think-about-it excited when I think of all the places I could end up by the end of 2006.My resolution for this year was to live in some place for more than 6 months.

January 22, 2006

There is this quote I discovered in high school that I love.
I found it while searching for an aphorism in my dad's huge Oxford Dictionary of Quotations. I don't think it fits into the technical catergory for an aphorism so I couldn't use it for the writing assignment I had, but it's potent simplicity has stayed with me these 5 or 6 years. I remember marking it's place in the dictionary with an empyt Equal packet from my mom's purse.
I bet it's still in there.

It popped into my head tonight as I was closing a book I had just finished.

We are always getting ready to live, but never living. RWE

January 8, 2006

On The Road

I'm sitting in a coffeeshop in High Point, North Carolina this ridiculously warm Sunday morning. Since last Sunday, I have travelled from Kentucky to Wisconsin, from Wisconsin to Kentucky, and yesterday, it was Kentucky to North Carolina. Tomorrow I have a job interview about an hour from here. I'm not yet nervous about this interview but I have a feeling that 24 hours from now, I will have a fabulous case of nerves.

The holidays have come and gone and I haven't yet digested them enough to write about them. There are actually quite a few things I need to sort through, but I've been on the road since New Year's Eve. I've been traveling with a good friend, which makes the long drives go by faster and more fun, but also has not allowed for much alone time. (aka time to process) I'm not used to having company on these long trips. I was a little worried about it, since I am so used to traveling alone, but it has gone very well. We are good traveling partners and have similiar tastes in music, which is a must for the road trip soundtrack.

Anyway, a lot has happened in the job department since I last wrote. I have solid offers from at least 2 companies, but I don't like either of them. The one I am interviewing for tomorrow quickly shot up to my #1 choice the week before Christmas and I've been waiting for this interview for what seems like eons. I just hope it goes well. I am a little worried about what I am going to do if it doesn't work out. It seems so tailor-made for me, that if it turns out that it doesn't work, then I think the disappointment factor will be high.

And we all know how I've been handling news of the disappointing variety as of late.

I made a New Year's Resolution. I've never been a big fan of them, but I'm trying for a realistic one. Here it is: I resolve to live in one place for more than 6 months this year.
I also (unofficially) resolve that if this job in North Carolina doesn't work out, that I will seriously look into living abroad again.

Well, the road calls and we must be moving on. Good Lord, I hope this works out the way it is supposed to. Whatever that means.