So many people I know are currently pregnant or just had a baby. SO. Many.
When you understand that 18%-25% of all pregnancies end in miscarriage, I guess it’s understandable that not all of them would make it… and I guess since my risk was higher anyway, I’m glad it was me, who was a bit more prepared with the statistics, than someone else. Most women don’t know that the risk of miscarriage is so high… not generally in all the “congratualations” and paperwork, you know?
Some days I laugh and find joy in seeing babies (because I see them everywhere, even more than the past two months and I’ve been pretty obsessed as is)… Most days though, they make me burst into tears. (note to ob/gyn offices… you shouldn’t leave a woman who just miscarried sitting in a wating room with happily pregnant women and babies all over for very long… might make them start hyperventaling… or maybe just me).
I hope I can find the joy more often than not soon. I haven’t seen Ciera or Talor since this all started. And I want to be joyful when my girlfriends have their babes in the next couple of months. I’m working on it.
I am having more good moments than bad recently, which I find hopeful. I’m still having problems understanding why the bean got to have that little heartbeat for just the few weeks though. Why give it a heartbeat at all? Why not just let it have been when the first miscarriage scare came around instead of getting my hopes up all over again? I just don’t understand.
In other news, today is my dad’s 50th birthday. I’m getting old.
I wish when I blogged I could be as eloquent as some writers are. You know those writers, the ones who can pull you in and write so fluidly about their discovery that by the end, you too have reached an epiphany about life? I’m not good at that. Usually, when I blog about what’s actually in my heart and soul it’s as messy as the thoughts going through my head. I tend to just sit and type and publish, without editing. This, of course, can get you in trouble. Filters are good and necessary for the preservation of self and relationships.
This isn’t one of those posts that I worry might cross some line in putting too much of me or my life “out there” for people to see. This is simply one that I’m finding a hard time tying up in a nice little bow. I’m wrestling with so many things right now and have had more than my far share of thoughts today to share it all with any coherency.
I’ve started writing this post several times, not really knowing where to take my inspiration. I thought about talking about the fact that I watched The Matrix Trilogy for the first time ever this weekend, and since I watched it all together I thought about referencing the beauty of Hope mirrored in its story. Or the fact that the Frenchman believed in “causality” only, a perfectly human need, despite the fact that he was a computer program.
I thought about referencing this blog post, suggested to me by a friend. It’s one of those eloquent posts I mentioned earlier, one that lets you into just enough of the author’s life to not compromise her but to really understand her and have your own epiphany. I thought I would explain that I think in a similar way to her, that I too, find myself defining my life, my questions, and my quests in the negative rather than in the positive.
But then I stumbled across this blog post that had this verse from John 9:1-3 that so perfectly reconciled for me how God can have soverignty over our creation without having culpability in the flaws of our humanity. It so clearly answered the questions from the previous post that stumbling across the words could be considered serendipitous if I were one to believe in fate.
As he passed by, he saw a man blind from birth. And his disciples asked him, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?” Jesus answered, “It was not that this man sinned, or his parents, but that the works of God might be displayed in him.”
One of the things the blog post mentioned was the human need to recognize causality. The question to Jesus in John 9 shows that inherent need: to reconcile the suffering (the effect) we need to understand the cause (his sin, his parent’s sin). That’s what causes such heartache and suffering when bad things happen and we don’t know why. We understand causality and find comfort in it. We think we need the whys and the hows. Jesus tells us that’s a flawed need. We don’t need the whys and the hows. We need Him, we need God.
One thing I don’t think I expressed well in my last post was the fact that I don’t think I am the only one who ever has these questions. I am not alone in my suffering or in my questioning, today or any day in the story of humanity, as so many stories from the gospels show. Passages such as this simply reaffirm my belief that God really knew what He was doing with Jesus’ part in the story.
And such passages make my heart ache when people can’t understand how very relevant the words of Jesus are to every single person today. Because Jesus didn’t speak to a certain person or group of people in a certain culture at a certain time. Jesus spoke to humanity, the thread that binds us all together; the condition that transcends time, culture and individuals.
And that human condition, THAT is what is, in-and-of-itself, imperfect and flawed. Not the blind man, not me, and not you. And it’s not by His doing, but by ours. Again, transcending time, culture, and individuals; bigger than my sin; bigger than one sin by many or many sins by few; a condition impossible for humans to escape because it is the humanity itself that is flawed.
Yet, despite how intrinsically flawed we are, we are so blessed, and undeservingly so, to have a God who CAN overcome our humanity, who suffered humanity himself to do so. And we are even more undeservingly blessed by a God who offers to us the ability to Know Him, who can turn our mourning to dancing and our suffering to joy, who offers us the chance to reconcile our imperfect humanity with His perfect holiness.
And truly, isn’t that the bigger mystery? Look at the world today. Look at the greed and the selfishness and the anger and the lust and the gluttony and the hard-heartedness; the obstinance and the self-glorifying and the impatience; look at the negligence and the self-righteousness and the arrogance and the self-importance. If you look for these qualities, you won’t have any trouble finding them. All you have to do is look at me.
I’m human. I understand causality so I should understand suffering in this imperfect world and this imperfect human condition…
But Grace? What an idiot I am to question suffering and not stand in complete and total awe of Grace.
God, You continue to prove to me just how big you are, how You’ve anticipated the needs of your children, though we are undeserving of such consideration. And yet I continue to act like a petulant child, expecting and demanding that you give that proof, that you make good things happen, that you be my private geni to make all things good. I sit and expect Grace rather than being brought to my knees because of it. Please forgive me.
I’ve been asking the wrong questions. I’ve been wrestling with you over the wrong things, over things beyond my control, but fully in Yours. Suffering? How can I not understand suffering? Even if I can’t see direct causality, I can understand suffering, imperfection and crumminess. It is all more than deserved. How self-centered, how imperfect, how HUMAN of me to simply expect Your Grace without a hint of awe or wonder and question your soverignty over my suffering. Father, forgive me.
Oh what I’d give for a hundred years!
But the physical interferes
Every day more–O my Creator!
What is the good of the strongest heart
In a body that’s falling apart?
A serious flaw–I hope You know that
-Eva “Waltz for Eva and Che”- Evita, Andrew Lloyd Webber
Sometimes I wish I weren’t a thinking, rational human being. Sometimes I wish I could just happily and simply take everthing told to me on faith as truth and not have to struggle with them or over analyze them or face the disappointment of questions unanswered.
Thankfully, that’s only sometimes. Most of the time I realize that that line of thinking will just get me in trouble because there are too many bad influences and bad people out there just to simply trust everything. So generally I’m glad to be able to think for myself.
But it doesn’t lessen my frustrations with questions.
My current struggle is God’s presence or culpabilty in bad situations. I thought I was pretty good with the whole idea that God is good, so God is never the cause of bad things but He does allow consequences which means that sometimes bad things happen and He’s there to help us find the good in the bad situations. I was just getting to the point where I was okay with that and trusting that again.
So why the heck and hades do things happen that would bring me back down from that place again? I’m so frustrated. I’m okay with faith being purified in fire, I’m just not sure I have the strength for it at the moment. I know some will say all this is simply a consequence of doing things out of God’s time and God’s order, but I’m not really questioning the loss of my little one. I”m absolutely heartbroken and it’s going to take time to get over and move on. But I know I’ll be able to do that.
I question where things go from here. I question a God that’s all good and all powerful could mess me up so badly. I hurt so badly because just when I think I’m getitng back to a place where I feel I can trust God again, that trust appears to be broken again…Because timing and order doesn’t change the fact that I’m seriously flawed, and I didn’t make any choices or decisions to become that way. I was MADE that way.
You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb. Psalm 139:13 NLT
For years I believed that my sexual shortcomings , both emotional and physical, had to do with the abuse I suffered at the hands of male family members when I was younger. And it hurt so bad getting over that and moving on. And I know I haven’t don’t that fully, or even close to fully, but I have forgiven and worked on moving forward.
Years ago I also found out that that my body was physical imperfect as well as emotionally imperfect. And this week I found out it’s even more messed up than we realized, to the point of being practically unfunctional.
How does that work? I know I’m not the only one like this. I know there are parents out there who have special needs children and adults out there who have hearts that aren’t right and kidneys that need machines to work and so forth. And I know that some of these things are caused by others actions, such as mother’s drug use during pregnancy, etc. But I know other things are uncontrolable, such as with my condition. Simply chromosomes that are messed up at the point of conception, at the point of being “knit together.” How can God NOT have a part in that if it’s true that He’s the one doing the building and creating? If He’s the master architect or the primary potter who else is to blame when there are design flaws? How is it possible to reconcile a diety of pure goodness who creates such flawed creatures?
Because, let me tell you, it’s hard for me to keep towing the party line, to keep repeating the “God is in control” mantra… to trust that his plan really is the best… because I really can’t figure out how my flawed body is “best” for anyone…
that “blind faith” part of me is seriously flawed as well…
Jesus, I do know there is a reason. I do know you are in control. I do know that you are big enough even when I am fallen down so small. “I believe; but help my unbelief”
I did this in 2008 and thought I’d do it again this year
Wiser? - someways, yes… others, prob. not
Healthier? – someways, yes… others, prob. not
Richer? - Yes
- i spent one of the best weekends ever with donnie
- i got up at 2 am to babysit a 2 week old and 2 year old
- i started my first practice eic exam
- i visited my aunt and uncle in peoria
- i put up the tree in our duplex
- i traveled as far north as princeton
- i traveled as far south as hardin
- i stayed in hotels in grafton, princeton, wenona, and macomb
- i finished almost all of my christmas shopping
- i painted a picture
- i made christmas cards
- donnie and i moved the loveseat into the kitchen so the christmas tree would fit (heehee)
- my family and I celebrated daniel’s 23rd birthday
- i visited my sister-in-law, brother and new niece, talor, when she was born
- i practiced writing letters with ciera
- i taught ciera “ring around the roses”
- i slept in an uncomfortable position holding talor
- i went to the theater and saw “new moon”
- i lost my keys
- donn found them
- the shower door in our bathroom broke
- i spent too much money at both subway and mcdonalds… does one cancel out the other?
- i re-fell in love with starbuck’s pepperment hot chocolate
- i blogged more than i have in ages
- i went to therapy 15 times
- i finally bought a bedding set for the bedroom
- my fingers started stiffening up again
- i booked flights for donnie and myself to DC in January
- i got an award at work
- i spent good quality time with mom and johnna
The things about which I’m thankful this year:
- Talor Jade
- Ciera Nikole
- Donnie
- Johnna being cancer free
- My wonderful family
- My job
- Making it to another thanksgiving
- The ability to love and be loved
- Old friends
- Endless possibilities
Above you will see two maps of directions from Google Maps. Today I was in Princeton, IL (see map 1). Tomorrow I have to be in Wenona (see map 2)… see how they’re about 40 minutes from each other??? See how it would have been more time efficient to stay out in Wenona so I could work there tomorrow?
But see how my STUPID HAND made me need to come back to SPRINGFIELD tonight so I can go to therapy tomorrow morning! I get back to Springfield at 7:30 and leave for Wenona at 8:15… so see how just over 12 hours apart I have to drive an EXTRA FOUR HOURS all because of this STUPID hand???
@#$^$$#@@#^&*(*(@!@$%&
Stupid hand…
Since I recently found this blog, I thought I’d go through the old challanges and use some as inspiration. I love the prompt for First Kisses (and fully plan on reading the book mentioned in the prompt!)… I’m going to write some haiku poems about various first kisses, last kisses, and memorable kisses…
heart beating too fast.
can’t get caught being with you;
longest seconds ever
palms warm and sweaty
when you gave me the pop top.
glad it was a french.
more than a thousand
things said in those few seconds.
our lips spoke no words.
first college boyfriend
was far away from your room.
monogamy past.
skin as black as sin
and lips that made me want to.
fell in love that night.
football victory;
sad story about your mom.
finally pulled away.
stream of nameless men
lips held promises of love.
doesn’t live in lips.
a chaste goodnight peck,
when I wanted the real thing.
had to wait five dates.
at last a true kiss
our future bright in your eyes.
Finally Found The One.
In college I had a journal that was only for me to write “I believe” comments in. I was personally inspired by Savage Garden’s Affirmations, who in turn might have been inspired by Bull Durham… who knows… I thought I’d do some now in my effort to blog more (especially since work has been too busy for me to keep up with NaBloPoMo).
I believe…
- joy is a choice and one that should be chosen daily
- love is the greatest of all emotions
- hope is essential for life
- forgiveness heals you more than it will ever heal the one you forgive
- people will always disappoint you. it’s not their fault; they’re human. you do it, too.
- purpose and productivity lead directly to happiness
- everyone has a purpose and the ability to be productive; thus everyone has within them the ability to obtain happiness
- some people will never be happy because they choose not to be
- you don’t have the ability to make other’s choices for them
- my nieces light up my life
- God’s love is big enough for all of us
- all things happen for a reason
- no one is automatically defefinable. if they are defined, they’ve allowed themselves to be.
- life is short; live it fully
- too much of my life has been wasted watching tv
- i will never be a domestic goddess
- small town illinois does not offer enough hotel options
- it’s good christmas only comes once a year; it keeps it magical
- i will never know everything i believe
Since I missed yesterday, you get two today… Inspired by Mocha Momma (who in turn was inspired by DancingMermaid)…
saying no to:
- compromising myself
- living in the past
- housework
- packing
- self-deprecation
- depression
- sweating the small stuff
saying yes to:
- pursuing dreams
- the CMA awards
- focusing on the future
- making time
- making it work
- love
- joy
giddy about:
- Talor
- New Moon
- Christmas
- days off work
scared of:
- being inconsequential
- lonliness
- spiders
- falling
- being uninspired
- never having children
deeply inspired by:
- children
- art
- beauty
- Ciera
- Emily
obsessed with:
- Taylor Swift’s albums
- Glee
- Twilight Saga
- shopping
- babies
in love with:
- Jesus
- Donnie
- babies
- my future
haunted by:
- my childhood
- bad decisions in the past
- family secrets
saved by:
- God’s Grace
and you?
Sorry about that…
Yesterday was an exciting day, however. Talor Jade Hood was born yesterday evening! She looks exactly like Ciera did (minus the tubes and blue palor)… She and mom are both healthy, happy and well. Chass pushed for all of 5 seconds. The doctor couldn’t even make it into the room before Talor was out… she looked great… nothing like a woman who’d just pushed an 8 lb. (21 inches) baby out of her…
I’ll post pictures as soon as I have them…
I’m starting late for NaBloPoMo… but I’m going to try to finish it out…
Today I’m just going to mention that my niece can make me smile and laugh no matter how bad of a day I’ve had. And hopefully I’ll have a new little one very soon. Chassidy’s due date was today… and because of all the complications with Ciera’s birth she goes in tomorrow morning to get her appointment ot induce…
You’re probably going to find a ton more posts inspired by this site. Since I’ve recently found it, I’m going through the archives. This week’s prompt talks about interviews.
Last year my sister found out she had a very aggressive form of stage III cancer: synovial sarcoma. By the time they accurrately diagnosed the tumor in her right thigh it was large and deep seeded. In order to save her leg they would need to do as much chemo and radiation PRE-Surgery as they would post surgery. The location of the tumor combined with heavy duty meds necessary to kill the abomination growing in her made it necessary to have a full time care-giver, so neither she nor my mother were able to work for most of 2008 and 2009. Because of this it was necessary to have a benefit to try to raise money for simple support such as paying their rent, electricity, transportation to and from doctors appointments and the hospital, food, etc. While prepping for the benefit we were lucky enough to get some publicity from a local journalist who specializes in human interest pieces.
What I had thought would be a piece on the strength and hope of my sister and mother ended up being more a piece on the freakish tendancy I have to experience “sympathy pains” whenever my sister (who is also my twin) experiences anything intense or traumatic. It was quite an interesting interview on a phenomenon I’ve had all my life.
I guess the point of the Sunday Scribblings is to write about the topic and all I’ve really done is give some background and lots of links, but I’m not really sure what more I can say, so, follow the links… there’s lots of writing there (and most of it is mine).
I’ve been reading some great blogs lately and it has got me thinking about why people blog and, more specifically, why I do so.
And you know what, it’s not that hard for me to answer that. I started blogging because it’s always been easier for me to express myself through writing than through speaking. I remember times in actual relationships where what I’ve had to say has been so hard I’ve written it out and made the other person read it rather than speaking. I’m not so avoidant that I wouldn’t discuss it with them afterwards, but I’ve always been so afraid that I wouldn’t be able to fully express in spoken words.
SO I began blogging as a way of reaching out; of helping the people around me really understand what was going on with me and my cry for help. It worked. Friends encouraged me to finally examine my inner life and get help for the deep depressive state I was in on both a physical and emotional level. They were amazing friends and it was in that time when I learned what I thought was true and absolute friendship. They loved me enough to not stand by and watch me spiral into unhealthy places. I had never had relationships in my life like that. I didn’t think that I would ever be able to survive without those friendships.
And in that time of my life I pretty much don’t think I could have. But I was able to dig out of that hole, much with their help.
And those friends have never changed. They still refuse to stand by and watch as I make, what they consider, unhealthy choices. Unfortunatly, the definition of “unhealthy” is much more subjective now. Before, it was easy for everyone to be on the same page that spending days in bed and contemplating suicide were “unhealthy.” Now it’s my choice of a boyfriend and the choices I’m making for our personal love life. They, of course, feel there’s no subjectivity to “God’s Law.” Unfortunately, I’m not nearly as secure as they are knowing God’s absolute will, hince the subjectivity.
When Donn and I moved in together, I was forced to sever those ties. Everytime we would hang out it would inevitably come around to their “disappointment” (in the form of them being the people who’ve only ever loved me and love me more than anything and they can’t stand to see me living so far from God) in me and me bawling until 3:00 am. My subjective opinion is that THAT was unhealthy.
But for the last four years, they were my life. They were my community, they were my support, they were my everything. When life in my family was shitty, they were there. When life at my job(s) was shitty, they were there. They were constant. I guess that relationships are just like anything else in life. The real test of the strength comes in the bad times, the hard times, the times when there’s not agreement on both sides. And I also guess there are just those issues that are unresolvable. It had gotten to the point where I had nothing to talk to them about because I didn’t want to bring up Donn (the boy) and he is so much a part of my present and my future that I didn’t really have anything to talk about that doesn’t involve him.
I’m finding it hard to make new friends. It took me years after moving home from college to make THESE friends and that’s when I had tons of time to cultivate relationships. Now I’m gone more than half the time and it’s all I can do to maintain the relationships I have with my family and Donn.
But I get so desperately lonely sometimes. Saturday nights (like tonight) are especially hard. His friends come over and play games all night. His friends are great, really, but I’m just not in to RPGs. I tried one and I guess if we ever finish that one I’ll keep playing it, but I’m just not the D and D type of person. Where does a 29 year old woman meet other women if not church? I don’t have kids yet, so I’m not meeting or hanging out with moms… I’m at a loss…
As a result, I chose to step back from blogging for awhile. If it was simply acting as my conduit to ”cry for help” then it was unnecessary.
Anyway, back to the point. What’s the point of blogging, What’s MY point of blogging? I guess I still use it, as all writting, as the most effective way to process my thoughts and feelings. But now, less as a cry for help from others and more in a “know thyself” kind of way. So if you’re lurking here and bored to tears, I appologize. Maybe one day this might become a place where I expound on the problems of the world, but right now my world isn’t cohesive enough for me to have many opinions beyond my own front door.
About all I’ve had much time to do recently is read and watch TV/movies. I had surgery on my hand on September 21st… We’ve been fighting scar tissue formation and I’ve still been on heavy narcotics for pain control. Doing hand exercises every hour keeps my hand in a constant state of, at minimum, uncomfortableness 
So, I’ve figured that gives me time to catch up on reading and movie watching.
Today, I read Gone by Michael Grant. I can’t wait to read the next one. It’s an interesting look at human nature before adult morality sets in. Everyone age 15 and over disappears and it’s up to those 14 and younger to look after themselves and those too young to look after themselves. Of course there’s some mystical mutations going on, but the whole way leadership forms and develops, what happens when you throw in kids with bullying allready being developed in them… it was a great book…
And now I’m watching “Away We Go” with John Krasinski (msp?). It’s a very interesting look at parenthood. You have just about every messed-up parents you could probably imagine… and it’s been an interesting look at trying to get pregnant and start a family in your 30’s rather than earlier in life… It can be slightly offensive, and I’m only half way through it, but if you can get past the language and crazy parents, I’d recommend it…
I’ve been a little hesitant to post lately. There are a lot of things that have been going on in my life for the last year or so and there are a lot of people in my life who haven’t agreed with my decisions. I feel very alone a lot of the time and I get sad about that. But I don’t regret any decisions and I’m not bitter about anything that’s happened. Last year or so in a nutshell:
Summer 2008: Johnna in an out of hospitals. Feeling very unsettled. “Summer boy” who was basically an escape from my real life.
August 2008: Summer Boy went back to London. Johnna past her surgery and in the second round of chemo treatments… feeling completely overwhelmed. Donn and I went on our first date
September-November 2008: Johnna finishing up Chemo. Money very tight… Kara only person working in the family… Donnie and I become official… circumstances made it necessary to step down as a leader a church
December 2008: Fall down stairs at work and no longer have a job
January-March 2009: Working on fixing my hand; unable to work for most of this time; Donnie gets his own place and I start spending most of my time with him. Start master’s degree for Secondary Education
April 2009: Get a job with FDIC; Donnie and I start talking about getting a place together when his lease is up in June
May 2009: Reach a plateau with my hand; traveling a lot with my job; friends ask me to reconsider living with Donnie
June-July 2009: consider options with my hand; go off ALL medications; move in with Donnie; don’t really talk to any of my friends any more as I didn’t make a choice they agree with
August 2009: decided to pursue surgery for my hand; figured out that going off the meds has made me gain about 25lbs… working on solution for that… decided to start trying to have a baby…
I’m not sure where I am in all aspects of my life. I know that I’m working on it. Donnie and I are communicating well. God and I are communicating on the big things. I’m still dealing with trust issues on the little things. I’m loving my job and I can actually picture my future, which is a first for me. I can picture myself in this job for the long-term. I can picture my kids and my family and I can picture Donn and I growing old together. And I’m not freaked out at all by any of it. I’m not shying away from responsibility. I’m not using sleep to escape. Even though I have days/nights were I feel alone and miss friends, I’m not dibilitated by the feelings, nor do I feel overwhelmed by the sadness… I’m simply accepting that I can control my choices, not anyone elses. And that I have to make my choices for me. Not for anyone else. I feel like I’m finally beginning to run my own life instead of just doing what is expected of me or towing the party line. And that feels amazing.
Secret Life is back on the air!!! I love this show. It’s corny with not so great acting, however the issues are real. I love that. Tonight Adrienne does her absolute best to keep Grace from having sex for the first time and told her mom and her dad (who is married to someone else) to move in together. I love that everyone is messed up and struggling with the same things. Grace, the uber-Christian, who “feels” like having sex and can try to jutify herself… I love how frank the conversations are…
and I feel kind of like a schlump that I’m having the same kind of issues, but the thing I really like about it is the adults have the same issues… they’re a little different, however just as real and frank…
I really like it
June 8th: Industry/Macomb
June 9th: Industry/Macomb
June 10th: Industry/Springfield
June 11th: Springfield/Springfield
June 12th: Springfield/St. Louis Karen’s Party
June 13th: St. Louis/Home for Weekend
June 14th: Home for Weekend
June 15th: Minier/Lincoln
June 16th: Minier/Lincoln
June 17th: Minier/Lincoln
June 18th: Minier/Lincoln
June 19th: Minier/Springfield
June 20th: Home for Weekend/Relay for Life
June 21st: Relay for Life/Springfield
June 22nd: Minier/Lincoln
June 23rd: Minier/Lincoln
June 24th: Minier/Lincoln
June 25th: Minier/Springfield
June 26th: Springfield/Move Weekend
June 27th: Move Weekend
June 28th: Move Weekend
June 29th
June 30th
A wise woman once told me that to hate change was to hate life. I always remember that when life is changing and I’m having a hard time adjusting to that. It’s a bit different with a job where I’m gone a lot from home. And its a bit different making decisions that don’t always line up with what other people in your life expect of you, especially when they’re people you really love and respect. As I write that I realize that it would make sense just to take their advice… lol… yeah, we don’t really always do what makes sense, do we? I respect so much that they have such conviction and strength of character to be who they are and stand strong to their beliefs. I wish…. I was going to say I wish I were that strong, but really, I just wish I had that firm of a foundation of belief. I think that’s where I’m falling short… it’s easy to change points of view or make decisions that seem contrary to a point of view when the foundation’s not that strong.
I don’t know. I love Jesus. I really do, but I do have trouble trusting some times… most times…
So, I’m loving this new job. But it’s got a totally crazy schedule. I had every intention of blogging about cool things going on as I travel, but I can’t talk about my job and I’m wiped by the end of the day, so I either do more work or sleep when I get back to the hotel room.
So I’m going to start with just updating my itinerary
April 13-April 19
Monday: Bloomington (overnight)
Tuesday: Bloomington (overnight)
Wednesday: Bloomington (overnight)
Thursday: Bloomington (overnight)
Friday: Bloomington (home for weekend)
Saturday-Sunday: Home
April 20th-April 26:
Monday: Bloomington (overnight)
Tuesday: Bloomington (home: evening)
Wednesday: Mt. Zion (overnight)
Thursday: Mt. Zion (overnight)
Friday: Mt. Zion (home for the weekend)
Saturday-Sunday: Home
April 27-May 3
Monday: Mt. Zion (home in evening)
Tuesday: Travel to Chicago and telework from Chicago
Wednesday: Chicago
Thursday: Chicago and Travel home
Friday: Springfield Field Office
Saturday-Sunday: Home
May 4-May 10
Monday: Anchor (Bloomington overnight)
Tuesday: Anchor (Bloomington overnight)
Wednesday: Anchor (Bloomington overnight)
Thursday: Princeton (overnight)
Friday: Princeton
Saturday-Sunday: Home for weekend
