Responsibility @ MindSay

Living on my own this last week has been quite an adventure. I know, I know. It’s only a week. But it’s amazing the difference a week can make. My mom and I are getting along like civil human beings for the first time in ages. I’m finding that yeah, I can do it myself. My kitchen is spotless, my clothes are clean. My animals get fed, my bed might not get made, but it’s still sleep-inable. I can’t believe it’s only been a week. It feels like ages. I’ve spent a good part of almost every day so far with Nick. In fact, the only day I didn’t see him at all was the day we left for San Francisco. But I talked to him for most of the day. And I might not see him today, but seeing as he knows when I work and that I had no plans, I don’t think it’s likely. It’s just really nice. Doesn’t everyone say so? But it is. Not that this is particularly important on a surface level, but my friends (my roommate, no less) love him and totally 100% approve. And on that note, he doesn’t mind hanging out with my friends or me hanging out with his friends. Of course, it’s not any more or less awkward when it’s just us. It’s really nice. And he’s absolutely adorable. He finds excuses to touch me at work, but not in a sleazy way at all. It’s stuff like ruffling my hair when I take off my visor or letting his hand linger a little bit when we both work the pour station. And saying goodbye takes hours. He’s such a sweetheart. I’m so glad I (god, I sicken myself) found him.
I promise, I’ll find something more cynical to talk about next post. I hate how mushy I sound. Is this how happy people sound when they think? Ugh, shoot me! I sound like a teenage romance novel. However, I still am a teenager. I suppose I get leave to be a little childish.
The ironic part is while I sound so incredibly sappy in these posts, it’s not sappy at all. A lot of our time is spent engrossed in really deep conversation or really random talks about what we do and don’t like about a particular subject. Or stargazing. In the most cliché sense, we stargaze. We find constellations, make up our own, and point them out to each other. But I love it.
Anyway, now that I’ve gushed for too long, Happy Independence Day! Just remember, this is the celebration of the day we declared independence from Britain and tyranny, not the day we achieved it. Not sure if we have yet, come to think of it. Anyway, food for thought.

I'm sitting in what is quite possibly the most miserably boring class I have ever taken, but it counts as one of my restricted electives, so I have to see it through. It's over on Thursday. Both of my summer A classes are. Shmank Goodness. The classes were classroom management and teaching children to read. But I changed my major to speech pathology (more money).

I had a mindsay online journal back in high school, and I kind of missed it so I figured I'd bring it back. Let's see how long that lasts.

Class is nearly over, and then I get to go home to my baby kitten, Yoda. He's a new addition to the family, and I love him so much. It's a crazy experience finally having a pet all of my own. I know it's "just" a cat to some, but he is teaching me so much about responsibility. I have to remember to wash out his bowls, give him fresh wet and dry food and water every morning and night, and to clean out his box. He loves to play, but not so much with his toys. He could entertain himself for hours biting my arm. =] I think he's teething. He might be the first thing in my life that I have been able to love unconditionally.

At like six-ish Meggie and Jen are coming over to study for our classroom management exam. Then we're going to Taco Bell. (of course)

 

I need to find a new job...stat. I hate Starbucks. It's screwing up my sleep schedule waking up at 3 am to open four days out of the week. I applied at Petsmart today, so hopefully they give me a ring.

 

I recently found out I am too short to be

a.) a Disney princess

b.) a flight attendant

c.) a WNBA player

 

I'll write more later :)

It's nice to be back, mindsay. I've missed you so.

 

 

 

 

Have you heard a child repeat some unsavory word you recently spoke? 

Or witnessed a childish reflection of a thoughtless act? 

 

As one who works with small people, I know the attitudes and words these little ones repeat were learned ... someplace! 

Each of us (parent, grandparent, aunt, uncle, teacher, friend) influences the life of a child(ren) in ways we never realize and seldom consider.

How will you influence the children in your life? 

 

Live simply ~ TALK to children.

Love generously ~ Laugh with children.

Care deeply ~ LISTEN to children.

Speak kindly ~ Teach children.

 

~ B

"Character - the willingness to accept responsibility for one's own life - is the source from which self respect springs."

~   Joan Didion (1934 - ) ,
Slouching Towards Bethlehem"

PHEW Homeschooling is something else. It's kicking my butt, but only with the math. Why? He ABHORS math. Joyful. He had to get my math gene on that, but he is mad good at it so he got his dad's gene there. I have also made him a daily schedule chart, so he knows what is expected of him now that he is 5. He loves it! Today he put it in full force. It's nice to see him flourish like this. :D