Soooo....

I have mixed feelings about my new position.

Pros:
Get to work with different grades (sometimes the little kids are fun because they get so excited)
Get to teach however I want
Fewer lesson plans
No papers to grade
Difficult classes are only there for 35 minutes

Cons:
Have to be super organized; no down time during the day
Doing the same lesson over and over gets boring
There's no way I'm going to learn all these kids' names
I miss my friends at my old school

In summary, I think I like my new job. It's fine for this year, at least.

In other news, my trainer wants me to set goals. Perhaps this is because, after 6 months of seeing her, I've only lost like, 5 pounds. She wants me to lose 5 pounds a month. We will see how that goes.

Friday I got so sick from drinking, and it was so stupid. We got to the bar at 2:00, and I knew I didn't have too long to drink, so I started sucking down vodka cranberries. I don't know what my problem was; I usually don't drink to get drunk. Pete dropped me off around 4:30 and I immediately went and stuck my fingers down my throat. I wanted that alcohol out of me. But it was too late; the damage was done. I was so sick the next day, and I had to go to our back to school carnival. I'm just thankful I didn't throw up on a board member. I managed to make it home before the puking started again. I finally felt better that evening and drove out to Country Club Hills to meet Nancy at Sonic for a cherry limeade. It was lovely.

Saturday night was really cool. I was so excited to sleep with the windows open and break out my warm Tinkerbell pajamas.

Ryan is back from Memphis. He emailed me yesterday to ask if I wanted to go to a wine tasting on Thursday. Then he emailed this morning to ask if I could RSVP because for some reason he couldn't do it from work. When I emailed him back to tell him there were no more spots left, it sparked an all-day exchange of emails. Basically I said our friends had gone skydiving, and he said he wanted to go, and I said he was crazy, and he called me a wimp, and I got insulted (because I'm NOT), and he said prove it, and I basically told him that I was down with whatever kind of dangerous activity he came up with. We have plans to hang out tomorrow night and watch I Love You, Man, which we've both been wanting to see.

Pete and I had a conversation last night about love. We argue about this on a regular basis. For as many romance novels as I own, you think our roles would be reversed, but I am the cynic and he is the romantic. Out of all the relationships I see (among people 40 and younger), I think maybe about 5% of them are happy and healthy relationships. I could maybe go as high as 10%, but that's it. And it's terrifying because even if you do find someone you love and want to marry, there's no guarantee it will last. I've heard too many stories about men leaving their wives for younger women. So I feel pretty hopeless about love, but Pete is convinced there's someone for everyone. My phone's right in front of me, so here's a direct quote from his texts: "Although this sounds gay, I do believe everyone has their one true love. The problem is, too many people mistake lust for love.... I think the chances of finding that person are very high. Most times that person already exists in their lives, they just don't see them." So sweet, but I don't buy it. There are some people lucky enough to find the loves of their lives, but let's face it, statistically, it's just not possible for it to happen for all of us. For once, it was me saying, "Pete, Pete, so naive..."

So that's my life this week. "It's not always pretty, but it's real..." (I like Rodney Atkins.)