You have to use a whisk if you want to be proper.
Also it would be totally bitchy of me to complain about Jammies when he does twice as much housework as I do, but this is kind of a funny thing:
So he takes a ski trip every spring with his high school buddies. Ok, fine, it's a long ritual and the only time they see each other.
Every fall, he takes a big camping trip with some other friends. But not some long lost friends - his Wednesday lunch group! I'm solo parenting for 5 days so he can catch up with his weekly lunch buddies.
As soon as the other ones have small children I'm pretty sure it will end for a few years, so I just have to wait for that.
I have nothing talking me into working on anything tonight. Mara's finally out, so I'm about to go to bed once Lee is done talking about bills. I am not a Rebecca Black-style Fridayer.
Dammit, I was hoping for some integration tips.
4: All schools should have significant economic diversity.
It's always comforting when you read the joke that is pwning you but don't get it, and then make your own joke, and then realize how you were pwned.
5: no, Birmingham's a good bet, because of Bull Connor. You don't want to start with Albany, GA, because of Laurie Pritchett.
I just can't care about my teaching effectiveness statement. I care a lot about my teaching. I have a lot of innovative techniques. But writing it up just makes you sound like the biggest blowhard that ever blew.
"I believe a teacher is a BRIDGE! The student is the one who has to CROSS THE BRIDGE. I try to facilitate learning! Active learning! High impact learning. Experiential interdisciplinary amazing learning."
How much would you all pay me if I slipped that phrase in?
Writing a teaching statement when you've never taught anything is no fun either. I think my current one is improved significantly over the one I used last year, but not on the basis of any actual experience or anything.
11: I think we'd need evidence it actually got slipped in, plus maybe hidden camera video of people reading it or something.
14: "Though I have never taught a class, I have teaching in my balls. My balls tell me, impel me, to impart my wisdom all over the younger generation."
This week was Diversity Week! at work. It was actually pretty interesting. Apparently the Navy has a program for women in engineering fields that lets them take several years off when they want to have kids, and then come back and re-start their careers. (I'm not sure of the details, but I think it is called off-on-ramping.) It seems like such a good idea, and one that universities could implement if they wanted to.
Oh wow, that is great. I had no idea such a thing had ever been tried.
I finally finished making a really, really, super ridiculous cartoon. I've been working on it on and off for... four years? Longer than my dissertation.
Now I don't know WHAT to do with myself. Heebie, want me to write your tenure package for you?
19.1: A guitarist I play with makes great cartoon thank-you cards for people that put us up. People love cartoons and thank-you cards.
18: The Navy -- not the greatest champions of diversity/equality, but really really really desperate for science/engineering talent.
I was composing a comment about how stressed out I am trying to work only after the kids go down at night. I realized the responses would be "Why don't you hire a baby-sitter and head to the library?" So now I've placed a handful of calls trying to find a baby-sitter and I feel much better.
WHY WON'T ANY OF THEM RESPOND?!
"This woman says her husband is out of town, and she wants a baby-sitter to go out on Saturday night ... to the library. Yeah right, lady. I will NOT babysit your children. I WILL pray for your immortal soul."
No, I want them for first thing in the morning. When I can think straight. I'm totally spent every evening.
Still no responses.
I am trying to work, but it's such an internal fight to concentrate. In the morning I'm so good at concentrating. Is the self-pity dripping through?
I feel like I'm back in grad school more than anything.
If you tried to hire somebody to watch your kids tomorrow while you were in your house, you would have less freedom. However, you may have an easier time finding somebody if you don't have to find somebody you could trust to be totally on their own.
I really wouldn't get anything done whatsoever. There's no precedent in the house that when Mom closes the door, she cannot be disturbed, since I always try to scurry off elsewhere if I desperately need to work. Whenever I've brought Pokey to work, and the baby-sitters watch him in my office, it's impossible to concentrate.
However! A lovely couple of friends have agreed to be my back-up sitters. Even though they have small children of their own. Thank god.
Just taking a minute break to affirm that I am a monster of productive thought in the morning. I am zipping through these statements. I've accomplished more in the past hour than I have, total, sitting down to work after the kids go to bed every night for the past week, after I finished that crappy grading shit I had to get out of the way.
MONSTROUSLY PRODUCTIVE!
No, I want them for first thing in the morning.
"Fornicating on a Sunday morning! I will NOT babysit your children. I WILL pray for your immortal soul although I fear it is too late."
1. I heart you for the OP, Heebie.
2. Babysitters should be paying you to come sit babies in yr awesome house.
3. With blame split 50/50 between my youthful callowness and BOGF's catty awfulness, I totally screwed up what should have been a fun fling with a fellow architecture student who made awesome little cartoon greeting cards. She actually makes a living at this now, near as I can tell from the internets.
1. I think JRoth is h-flirting with me!
2. You know how awesome my house is? The dazzle of the feeling of the back room has not faded one bit. I keep finding myself checking out, mid-parenting, and breathing it in all over again. It's amazing. It's getting better now that furniture and art are slowing falling into place, too.
3. ...yeah, you blew it.
And then unsubmitted. And then e-submitted. I'm an idiot.
I had a pretty cover sheet in the front of the three-ring binder, and handwritten tabbed dividers, and everything.
I had almost written a post about how isn't it funny how I ended up submitting paper copies of (my SAT, my college applications, my grad school applications, my dissertation, my job applications, and now my tenure package) and then within about a year it moves online? The youngest possible member of the old generation, or something like that.
Glad I refrained.
40: Most of my big first life encounters with application/form-filling (college applications, tax returns, job-hunting, etc.) came a year or two after they had moved online. Nyah nyah.