Sometimes I wonder about people... I have a new job, and I LOVE IT! It's fast paced and I'm learning a lot. I finally feel like I've found something I can do that I won't get bored with. Boredom is a constant problem with me... I like to constantly be doing SOMETHING.
Well, when I took my new job I forgot about something... working in an office after not working closely with others is a tough transition. I like the people I work with, don't get me wrong... but I dont' understand why they have to shoot rubber bands at each other and be so loud! I guess when you look at the same 4 walls for 9 hours of the day you need to release a little steam...

Lara is my boss, and she is just adorable. She is teaching me so much, and we seem to be a great fit. She knows that if she is not going to be out of the office to leave me lots of stuff to do... and she knows that I'm perfectly capable of doing whatever she throws my way. She takes up for me, which is nice...

What I find intresting is that people at work think I'm going to snap... I hate that I come accross this way. I'm there to do my job, not gossip and act like a clown. So, I guess I'm just getting my welcome to the real world...

This is actually from a few months ago... but i thought it was a good one to start with


Counting my steps...
Today I woke up and got to work! I ran my errands and was at the Field of Hope by 9:30, with Taylor in tow, to watch Zack's class play kickball and baseball. I must admit I was pretty excited... when we got there Zack looked at me like he pretty much hated me and asked why I was there. This was not a good start, but I decided to keep trying.
At first Taylor and I were over at kickball until I got scik of Zack's attitude and we went over to help with baseball. Well, I had a good time. The children in Zack's class are all very sweet. There were also kids from other schools in Fayette Co. and I got to know them too. Taylor and I got to bat, none of the other "grown ups" did but we don't care... it was fun.
So, there was a little boy there and his name was "Justis"... and I think he has MS but I'm not sure. His father helped him bat and then moved his feet all the way around the bases. The little boy didn't talk, he just smiled... every step he took was encouraged by his father... as they got to home plate I heard his father say "87....88...89....90... home plate!" I think I saw the proudest faces I've ever seen today. That little boy who couldn't even walk or talk made it to home plate and everyone cheered. The encouragement from his father was priceless and it's something I wish every child could have. You would have thought that little boy had climbed to the top of Mt. Everest... I guess in his father's eyes, he had.
So, today I learned to count my steps... putting one foot in front of the other may not look like very much... but when you've got someone encouraging you and the steps are all put together you can really accomplish something big.


Writers Block of Cheese
okay, so in that last blog i didn't quite get out what i wanted because i was so worried about being PC... I called my mom today and talked to her about human beings and why we are the way we are... she told me in her own wierd way that she feels that people who are mentaly "handicapable" know something that we do not. she thinks that when we are born we know the secrets of how life is and the way it works and over time we loose it. she also thinks that certian people, like kids with Downs and MS, don't forget...thats why they are always smiling... or at least this is what she likes to think. they can still see the other side, where the rest of us are cut off from it. i like this way of thinking.... they know that this is all an illusion... this is just practice for the real thing... that is why they smile when the rest of us are not. she thinks there is a light, and only special people can see it.