bellydancing

Tonight, I had my first bellydancing class. Middle Eastern Dance, specifically, but it's marketed as bellydance, who knows, maybe because of the terrorists? Anyway.

A year of Group Power, confronting the Fear of the Elliptical (and other fitness equipment) and I'm stronger, I'm pretty sure, but still, well, fat. And so, I'm adding to the repertoire, and what better way than to confront my weird freaking issues than by challenging myself with something like BELLYDANCING. When I was teaching in public school, we had a culture day, and a bellydance teacher was there, and I did the little 45 minute class with my kids and was pretty intrigued. I looked at it again, last year, when looking to do SOME type of group physical activity, but chose the Y instead. But now, the Y offers bellydancing. I worked it into my schedule.

It was okay. The first day and all, and just three students, but it brought up again how really disconnected I am from my body. Old drum, but I'll beat it again: I feel like a floating head 99% of the time, and am just not aware of my body. I saw pics of myself from the river cruise this weekend, and was like "oh my god, I'm such a fucking FATASS!" but then the same person that posted the pics started grad school this week, and taking three classes and working full time, and told *ME* how I was amazing for doing all that while pregnant, even! Because, you know, I'm The Smart One. Not the dancer, or weightlifter, or athlete, or Y member.

But the bellydancing class was right after a Group Groove class (a part of the whole Group X stuff that BTS does, with dance, for cardio) and my two GP instructors were in that — one was teaching, one was taking it, and two of the GG members were in GP, too, and there was this whole conversation of The Regulars & Their Instructors and I was part of it. That is so fucked up and bizarre to me! I Go To The Y.

(I mean, I've only been once in the last two weeks on account of the vertigo, and then there were no classes last week, but I've gone enough that I am a regular now… which is weird.)

I also am thinking about setting some goal of doing "the loop" (it's a mile to walk the perimeter of our neighborhood) with Ingrid every day, rain or shine. Our stroller(s) came with rain covers, and I have a footmuff, so it's not entirely undoable, and especially with a sturdy 2.5 year old this winter, I wouldn't be as skitchy about the cold weather. Oh, and I could leave the stroller permanently weatherized in the garage, since I have a volo for the car now…) That, and that I'd like to do charity walks, too. I think I'm going to start with Race for the Cure, this month, again with Ing in the stroller, just to Start and Do It. I love the idea of C25K, but I'm really, really apprehensive about running, and all the…. jiggling. And not just of my boobs, but of my belly as well. I don't know, it's always ticking away in the back of my mind, so maybe someday…

Basically, I want to be Stronger and I wouldn't mind being Less Fat. Hopefully I can get it all put together soon. But seriously, BELLYDANCING! ME! So weird.

Why, hello there!

Summer feels so OVER. It feels fall-like, the folk festival is over, the students are starting to stream back into town, and the LLBean catalog is making me want stuff like a "fleece-lined hoodie" (chocolate, yum.) Anyway, I have a bunch of stuff that's been floating around, and none of it is really connected, but yeah, hi!

I've lost the Bloglines love and totally converted to Google Reader, and so should you. Well, you don't HAVE to, but I love the layout more, and the adding of subs more, and especially the sharing stuff. I can share professional links really easily, and that is SO great, to have my professional stuff and personal stuff in one place, but without the risk of cross-pollination. I mean, my faculty doesn't need to know I read the Superficial, right?

I kind of really want an iPhone, except I will not be getting one. We don't have 3g, I don't want to pay for the data plan, and really, if they'd just add a camera and GPS to the iPod touch, well, that's what I really want. (And rumor has it the update on 9/9 will have GPS on the touch…) My cell carrier was sucked up by Verizon, and there hasn't been a change yet, but I'm already contemplating a shift, just in case.

I lost and kept off 10 pounds using WW earlier, but didn't want to pay again, so now I'm looking at online fitness thingies. Like gyminee, fitday, sparkpeople, etc… I don't really want to count calories, as much as track stuff like exercise, vitamins, veggies, etc, and have some place to weigh in every week. For free, of course. Any other recommendations?

I ordered a new stroller. Which, yes, Ingrid is 2+, and I've loved our Mac Techno since she was born, but the Mac Volo was released in Orange in 2007, and has been singing to me ever since. It's ridiculous, really. Then someone posted a link to a NIB one on ebay for 75 bucks, total, which is a steal in the Mac world, so I sprung for it. I felt better about the impulse buy (that I'd been considering for over a year) when we went to the festival and I saw kids that were older than Ingrid being pushed around in strollers that are unwieldy and huge. An 8 lb stroller with a shoulder strap (and did I mention, ORANGE!) will be a great solution for the toddler-preschooler outings where the walking and strolling are switched off. Plus, ORANGE! I'm beyond excited for it to arrive. Dumb. I know.

I've been going to the Y for a year! I don't know that I'm any visually different, I guess my pants are looser, maybe, but I definitely feel stronger, and HELLO, I GO TO THE Y now.  NOT ONLY do I go to the Y, I just signed up for my fall session classes of Group Power, and added BELLYDANCING. I am so excited. It's at 745 on Tuesdays, so basically when Ing is in bed anyway, and just kind of a wacky thing to do, I think. I'm also doing elliptical machine on the days I'm there for GP, too, and I dunno, I go to the Y! That's huge, that I even go. That I have the little tag on my keys now. Crazy.

I took Ingrid for the library for the first time, as a patron, and she loved it. She is so great.

I am teaching two sections of a 1cr class for first-years, to foster college success, which is a RIOT since I failed out of college on my first try. But in talking about this, it turns out, a lot of people I know did the same thing. Which led me to have the epiphany that success isn't about doing it right the first time, it's just as much about picking yourself back up and doing it right the 2nd time. Or the 3rd. Or whenever. I feel like, all considered, I'm a pretty successful person. I get hungup a little bit that I'm not a success in the area that everyone, growing up, thought I'd be, but… damn. I'm only 33! Life is short! To be successful in the area I'm in, well, that field didn't even exist when I was in high school. Weird.

I wrote a letter to my city council and the city manager this week, constructively criticizing their horrible website. (Basically, it's mostly .docs and PDFs. Even the "directions to city hall" are a word doc. Grr!) and within 15 minutes of hitting send, the manager called me directly, was awesome, and we ended up setting an appointment to meet today, which was great. It was so great to be taken so seriously, based on both my writing skills (it was a pretty good letter) and my technology expertise. I had this moment of "holy shit, I'm a grownup! Professional! I'm being taken so seriously and it seems like just yesterday the bike cops were chasing me out of West Market Square!!" I can't wait to see the website change, and know that I was really instrumental in making that happen. Citizens of Bangor, you're welcome.

There was probably more. But it's time for bed.

Just to remember

In case I forget — language stuff.

Last week, Ingrid added the R to her own name pronunciation. So it evolved from Innid to Ingid and now Ingwrid. (I add the w, because there is a hint of that in there right now….) Her 'yes' evolved from Yeah to Yes to okay to Tay and now to Yip!

Flamingos- Fingalos Elephant – Elphalant Animals – Aminoles. Guitar – Gotar. Gretchen – Gwreshen Dave – Daves Giraffe – graf Cherries – Chewwies Squirrel – Whirl Paul and Sirje (neighbors) = People and Cereal Computer- pooter Washcloth — lockoff (which we think sounds like someone in a russion army, which we've changed to 'General Lokov,' or "summoning the general," means 'get me a washcloth….')

Words that just sound cute when she says them: Hello! (often said with a level of eagerness not matched in other words), Fire Engine, Motorcycle, Bicycle, Telephone.

Also, I have a doc appt this afternoon because I think I have some form of vertigo. Not puking or anything, just having moments when I move a certain way that keeps the room spinning and me not. Very odd.

Professional!

My friend Amity wrote a really nice post on her blog about me (to me?) yesterday, and it really couldn't have come at a better time. Summer is so odd here, not many faculty are around, it's easy to start wondering if what you do is valuable and important. Or, better yet, if you really are any good at what you do. Sometimes, I read all the professional blogs and tweets and stuff and feel a little like "Oh man, I only have a Master's Degree!" but then again…. I have a Master's Degree!! Because I eat, sleep, and breathe this stuff, it can start to feel like maybe I'm not all that valuable — after all, most of the stuff is just out there for people to find themselves. But again, not everyone knows where to look. Amity is really, really tech-savvy (I have used her sites as examples before) so it's especially cool to be able to help HER, when many of my faculty don't hold a candle to her, so, I don't know, it's good to know that I still have something to offer. That probably sounds weird.

There's more and more talk about moving me to full time instructional technology, and I hope that it happens relatively soon. I've been here a year and a half, in a split position, and it's one of the biggest challenges for me. Because we are a service office, most people assume that they are "bugging me" or "taking me away from my work" when they ask me for help, but really, this is my job! That part of it is in a busy office just distracts people. I'd love to have an office away from here, not too far, with a micro-lab set up in or near it, so that faculty can sit down and work with me. (Currently, we are not at 1:1 faculty laptops.) I'd also like a different schedule. I keep harping on it, over and over, but even just an afternoon a week makes such a big difference in my work/life balance. I get that over the summer (today is my last one, though, sigh) and sometimes I get Ingrid, and sometimes I don't. (She naps from 12-2, so I always get a couple hours to myself before getting her, anyway.) I can run errands, get lunch with Dave, meet Andy for coffee (so hard these days, with our opposing schedules) or just do what.ever. I love it. My ideal would be a 4 day schedule, honestly, but even an afternoon a week would be so great. If I were just doing IT, I think I could negotiate that — after all, there are lots of components of my job (that job) that can be done from home. And then, when Ingrid (and any other kids) are school age, I could shift to working a 5 day schedule, but one where I get out when the kiddos do, to be there after school. A raise wouldn't be bad, either, but if it were between cash and time, I'd choose time right now.

I don't know when the shift will happen, or what it will take, but I do hope it comes around. The more I can do IT and not be distracted by my desk job, the better it will be, I think. Even if it means moving to an office without AC.

Ingrid in a Tutu!

I made this for Ingrid this weekend. She picked out all the colors, and I tied it up while she slept, and today we went out to play — she played in the dirt, and I played with my camera.

She's growing SO FAST, it's like when she was an infant, her physical growth was always astounding me, and now it's the developmental stuff. She has opinions and shares them. She is playing independently more and more (today, she played independently in her room for the first two hours of her nap, and then took a really late nap…) Tonight we finger painted, and colored with markers, and crayons, and then we went outside and she mastered climbing her climber to get to the slide. Then Dave came out, and we played in the hammock, and with her ball, kicking it and throwing it, and her chasing it around, laughing hysterically. Before we came in for a bath, she ran at me, and lunged, wrapped her arms around my legs and just hugged me. Spontaneously. It was awesome. The spontaneity is just so cool — eating dinner the other night, she stopped and said "Mama, I love you." and then went back to eating. She's just so unbelievable.

Spoooooky


Spoooooky
Originally uploaded by gretchen04401

We went up to the future preschool (cross fingers, knock on wood) and took pics over the weekend. I also requested (through interlibrary loan) a book about the history of the place, which I think would be neat to read. Anyway, I tweaked with the contrast on this, it’s not actually about to be overrun with a swarm of locusts. Dave and I both love how spooky it looks, though.

Spooky, don’t you think?

On Saturday, Ingrid and I were in Sears, in the kids’ section, and I saw a guy that looked really familiar. After about 20 seconds of mental debate, I finally just said “excuse, me is your name Shannon?” He looked up and sure enough, it was, and he recognized me and we talked a bit. He had been one of Aton’s best friends, and the last time I saw him was at the funeral. He’d been living in VA, was in the middle of a divorce, and had just moved back here. Ing and I left, and when I got to my car, the car that had parked next to us had a spiderweb painted across the hood.

Aton’s signature thing (It was the late 90s, we were young) was a spider, he used to say his middle initial stood for that, and his big thing was that we were all connected by these spiderwebs, that the invisible threads were all there, blah blah blah we were writing majors blah.

So, seeing Shannon, and then this spiderweb, sort of threw me back to that, and I realized that it was August 2, 10 years to the day that they found his body. It is still making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

Daycare Drama

Ingrid has been in the same daycare since day one, a place we have been totally happy with, with very few reservations. (Cost and teacher turnover — but they were new on day one, so it was kind of expected — are the big ones.) This week, however, she transitioned up to a new room, for 2-3 year olds, and I’ve suddenly started Exploring Our Options. The incidents that bugged me are incidents of privilege, really. A teacher who was playing a book on tape, and turning the pages of the corresponding book, while staring blankly at the children (and not at ALL acknowledging me as I picked up Ingrid…) but, I figure, we all have bad days, who knows, maybe she’s in the throes of a miscarriage or her boyfriend just called with his herpes test results or she really, really has to fart and can’t do it just now. These things happen. The second was today, when I arrived and found Ing’s class in two rows, in a dark classroom, watching fucking Wonderpets. I only know it was Wonderpets because I lingered long enough to get some data to figure it out, but DUDE, I pay a hefty sum to assure that there is no TV. And these kiddos were chiming in on some call and response chant that ends with “TEAMWORK!” (“and also with you…”) that, okay, maybe the other kids have cable and hot, hot Wonderpets action at home, but we don’t, thankyouverymuch. Ingrid was sitting in a teacher’s lap, I can almost guarantee because she didn’t give a shit about Wonderpets and wanted to be hitting the bookshelf just to her left, or one of the cool toy stations. It. Bugged. Me. And I totally get that it’s not like “they murdered rabbits for satan!” level of daycare unpleasantness, but… it’s my kid, it bugged.

Based on incident 1, I made some calls this week to see what’s out there. The options open up when a kiddo hits 2.5, so I toured a Montessori and a preschool-kindergarten today to see what was out there for options. The Montessori was okay, but left me feeling kind of meh, and had hours that were just on the outside of convenient for us. (Ingrid goes 8-4:15 most days, and this one closes at 4:30, but I kind of like having the option to run an errand or have Dave pick her up once a week.) The second place, though, I fell in LOVE with.

It’s in this crazy gorgeous spooky old building overlooking the city, that opened in 1835 as an orphanage. It’s been a preschool for many, many years (I’m not even sure how long, I should’ve asked) but, a long time, anyway. The director is this affable 75 year old retired school principal, who was the first principal of our neighborhood school (he oversaw construction!) and clearly loves children. The teachers have all been there for years — there is very little turnover, unlike the current place, where it seems like one of the three teachers is always changing. He met me with a little simple picture book to bring home to Ingrid, and we talked in the school’s library. (Not a huge thing, but that there is dedicated library space, with quality children’s books — I’m discerning — won me over.) He talked about the staff, the building, the fees, the hours, the programming, all of it, and I am just in LOOOOVE. Ing has to be 2.5 and potty trained before she can start there, but I am really leaning towards making the jump. To help, I want to list the pros and cons, and maybe some of you more experienced readers out there can help me out:

Pros:

  • Better ratios for Ingrid, I think. Current daycare is 19 kids with 3 teachers, this would be 8 kids with 1 teacher, in two separate classroom areas. No doors, I don’t think, just sort of across a hall area with each other.
  • Less expensive, by $25/week
  • Tuition includes snacks and lunches
  • Field trips (I saw pics of the state park we just camped at, some from the children’s museum, and they had just been to the bird sanctuary and were going to a fish hatchery next week.)
  • Great playground. The playstructure is commercial (as opposed to a bunch of little tikes plastic crap)
  • EVEN BETTER, the fenced area surrounds the entire property, and the kids are encouraged to play in the woods behind the building. Teachers are up there with walkie talkies to supervise, but that this kind of “dangerous” play is facilitated sings to my little “Last Child in the Woods” heart…
  • We can get two weeks of vacation, in that two weeks that Ing doesn’t attend we only pay half price for those weeks. It’s a little thing, but a really cool little thing. (Current daycare, we pay monthly, no matter what.)
  • Still very close to our house. Dave can still do dropoff; instead of a straight line of home-daycare-work, it might be more like a checkmark.
  • Close to the Y, so I can easily go to the Y after work and do pickup and not have it eat a lot of time.
  • Hours are 6:30-5:30, very similar to current daycare’s. (Better, if we were ever people who were awake AND needing childcare at 6:30…)
  • Warm. The staff and director and kids just seemed very calm and warm and like a good place to be, you know?
  • Really cool building. I got tours of all three floors, and knowing some of its history, it was just totally amazing to imagine it as an orphanage. GORGEOUS city views (it’s just below the standpipe, which is my favorite landmark ever, of course.) It’s older than the current daycare, for sure, and has that old-building-smell, but it’s laid out well.

Cons:

  • It would be another transition, and away from several kids that Ing has been with for the last two years. Not sure how much that would matter to a 2.5 year old. (But, the director said they get quite a few folks from our center, so maybe some of those friends would defect, too?)
  • No infant care, so if Hypothetical #2 was conceived and arrived perfectly on an ideal schedule, we’d be looking at 3 options: 1) taking 2 kids to 2 childcare centers, 2) looking for a home caregiver that could watch Ing around public Pre-K and take care of infant at home 3) move Ing to a center that is infant-preK. Of course, it took a year of TTC to get Ingrid, so she could also end up going to K when we need infant care again.
  • Can’t start til 2.5 and potty trained, so I suddenly feel like I have to PT in 4 months or else.

That’s the skinny. I just clicked with this place, so much, and plan to take Ingrid for a visit in a few months to see how SHE clicks in there, but the vibe was overwhelmingly positive. I totally have a crush on it.

I do plan to talk to the director of our current center about the concerns from this week, just to make her aware, but I do now kind of wish I could just sign her up for the new school rightnow. Sigh.

If I had a X amount of dollars…

Damn you, LLBean Fall Catalog. It’s not that I really want anything specific from you, I mean, you’re LLBean, there’s not a lot of innovation appearing season to season. It’s not like an Apple keynote. But what you’ve done is made me think “oooh, fall is coming. Then winter. Fluffy snow! Cookies. … oil bills. OMG, what are we going to do. Money is going to be so tight.”

To that end, I’ve been once again fiddling with finance sites (wesabe.com, mint.com) and trying to estimate costs for the winter, bleeding the turnip, etc etc. If you don’t heat with oil, it means nothing to you, really, but if you do (and I do) the price of oil is going through the roof at an alarming rate. We heat exclusively with oil, and are cheap, cheap, cheap about it, and average 450 gallons per heating season, which is less than anyone else I know. (And I know a lot.) Running the numbers, assuming oil will be $5 a gallon ( almost $4 more than our first winter, four years ago), it basically works out to about $375/month for the heating season. We’ve installed windows in all the primary living spaces, and we’ll be rearranging the living room so that the couch is away from the big window, just to keep us more comfortable, hopefully. I plan on spending ~$300 on honeycomb shades before we turn on the boiler this year, as well, in an effort to keep what heat we do produce, inside. It’s freaking me out.

Our debts are our house and my student loan. Our commutes are about 3 miles apiece, including daycare stops. Our cars are paid for and get 25+ mpg, pretty good for their ages. We don’t spend frivolously, we don’t eat out, I budget for food and for one takeout meal per weekend, we don’t go to movies, or on ‘real’ vacations, or anything like that. We don’t have cable, we have the cheapest cell plan available (200 minutes), and even our Netflix is the $9 version. After our mortgage, our single biggest expense is daycare (although, Ingrid just switched to Jr Preschool, so we get our first daycare break, EVER, from 667 to a cool $630 a month) and we just aren’t extravagant spenders. We work on saving, but car repairs this summer ate up a chunk of that, on top of the money we’d earmarked for windows, and we haven’t even finished all the windows! Argh.

So, I spend a lot of time thinking about this. The other track is that I think about how in the FUCK I can ever afford a second, how utterly wrong it is that money dictates the size and timing of my family in such a way, and trying to just figure. it. out. We’ve decided it’s time to start hoarding sick and vacation days (and besides, I can’t afford a vacation, anyway) to hopefully create a stockpile for a hypothetical 2010 maternity leave. I’ve trolled craigslist wondering if there’s an ideal, but cheaper, option for childcare. (Answer: No.) It’s just weighing heavily.

So, in light of all that, I decided to fantasy spend some fantasy money. If I had the following, this is what I’d do with it: $1 : go buy a diet coke from the campus center. (I might do that in a minute.) $10: make plans with Andy to get coffee or something on Friday. $100: put it towards the thermal shades $1000: dining room windows, and some thermal shades $10000: finish windows, do the roof $100000: windows, roof, siding, pay off student loan, save money with some earmarked for my dream car (the 09 Forester… lame, I know, but oh how I long for that car!). $1000000: windows, roof,siding — wait, with a millionbucks, I might even figure out how to add a master suite and first floor bathroom. Or buy out a neighbor or something — and, of course, pay off student loan, get that sweet, sweet 09 Forester, and save. Maybe just get pregnant and do the SAHM thing. Wouldn’t that be lovely? Alas.

Yeah, hi. Ummm.

Since it’s been dead at work D-E-A-D dead, I’ve had lots of time to fantasize, dwell, worry, etc on just Life As We Know It. I’ve used the ol’ plate-spinning analogy before, where my plates are Family, Work, Body, Money, Brain.

Work is going well — the only thing I’d change would be to have a 4 or 4.5 day schedule, as I find that even having Friday afternoons off for summer hours makes a huge difference in how I feel about the work/life balance.

Body, I’m working on as well — I am back into the groove of Group Power and the Y and all of that, and watching what I eat (but have totally slacked on the WW tracking, because I suck. Well, that and the online tools kept crashing on me, so I stopped wanting to open them) and have lost about 10 pounds in the last few months, even though it’s the season of Ice Cream and Hamburgers. I am now a Regular at the Y, which continues to amaze me, and honestly makes me more committed to showing up. I even use the elliptical now! Yeah.

Money — I love wesabe, and am being good about updating that. We are saving (or, were saving until 1500 bucks of car repairs popped up the same week we paid 900 for four more windows) and we aren’t in debt, and that’s good. I am freaking the fuck OUT about heating our house this winter though — we’ve regularly used 450 gallons a season, and are hoping that the new windows (and thermal blinds I plan to get by winter) will make a difference. Maybe not in our oil usage, but in how warm and comfortable we are inside. But with oil approaching $5/gallon, that’s about 4x what it was our first winter, and it works out to about $375/month through the heating season, which is a lot. We don’t drive much, our commutes are 2 and 3 miles, respectively, so I’m not terribly freaked about that. i think September will be another no-buying month (August is Dave’s birthday, so that would hardly be fair…) just to stockpile some oil money and such.

Brain — It’s still weird for September to not be greeted with getting a parking pass at UM or figuring out my textbooks or whatever, and that’s weird. I also am trying to figure out how to WRITE again, which seems weird as well. I can barely get a blog post up these days (but I am twittering daily — www.twitter.com/snappity — if you’re a twitterin’ too, feel free to add me!) but I just feel so… uninspired. About everything. Not depressed, just… bored. Or something.

In all of that, I’m kind of trying to think of a way to bring in some more money, somehow, to be able to be saving more, to increase our cashflow, to have more of a safety net, all of that. I really, really, desperately want another child, but that can’t happen until Ingrid is on her way out of private daycare and into public schools, so our timeline would be to TTC no EARLIER than a year from now, which would get us a spring/summer baby (KNOCK ON WOOD) and a 4 year old, and one year of daycare costing $1200/month. Not to mention a mat leave — I’d take my 12 weeks, hell or high water, but I’m already planning to start stockpiling vacation and sick days, but even THEN, I won’t have enough to cover an entire mat leave, even if I didn’t take another day off for two goddamn years. That weighs on my mind, too.

When it comes to extra income, Dave and are both into it. His freelance gig has kind of dried up for now, and that was always good for him to use as spending money. Overtime for him picks up in the fall, but oil will certainly eat a pile of that, if not all of it. I do work for my folks in May and June (and a little shot in February), which helps, but it would be so cool if together, we could come up with $1000 of Other Money. Not from our current jobs, but from other sources. $1000 is about exactly our mortgage payment, and in my mental ledger, it would just be cool to cover that — our biggest expense, currently (and yes, 2 kids in daycare will cost more than our HOUSE) — and use our incomes for the other bills, and for savings. So, yeah. That’s a plate that’s wobbling.

For me, it ties up so many of the other ones — Family (could have a 2nd kid!), Money, Brain. I feel like I need to schedule something, some Writing Time or even time to update my local baby stuff blog. (Adsense has earned me 8 dollars in the last year. I’d love if that one could be self sufficient.)

So, dear readers, is anyone out there moonlighting? Supplementing? Anything like that? I don’t want to get a retail job (though the lure of another LLB discount is strong, I really don’t think I could hack the hours), but I’d like to set myself a goal to at least try to write more, even if it’s just “I’m going to take my laptop and disappear to an internet-free coffeeshop for an hour, once a week.” Or “I’m going to research how to write a query letter, or find a place that might be a good place to submit, or …. SOMETHING.” You know?