I turned in the first draft of my dissertation on February 1st!
It is 360 pages long, for now.
I spent so many hours at the local Starbucks that they know my name now.
30: number of pounds I gained from sitting on my butt for months straight. !
4: number of presents that I've knitted since Christmas
1: number of new (to us) cars that we bought recently
___: number of jobs that I've applied for...I don't think it polite to share.
3: number of school systems where I've applied to be a substitute teacher
1: number of part-time jobs that I just started! Yay
2: number of times I thought my children were going to die.
1: number of times I was afraid for my own life.
I think these two actually deserve stories.
Annika was eating a hotdog. She started choking. I gave her the Heimlich maneuver and the hotdog went flying. It was a scary moment, but a true crisis was averted.
Then it was Mayzie's turn to scare her mother. The girls were playing around on the floor upstairs. Annika bumped Mayzie, completely on accident, and it sent Mayzie tumbling down the staircase. I stood at the top of the stairs completely helpless, and screaming at the top of my lungs as my baby toppled down the stairs all the way down to the linoleum at the bottom. Luckily the front door was all the way open and she didn't crack her head open on it. We were all shaken up, and there were bruises, but apparently Mayzie's bones are made of rubber.
This past weekend, it was my turn. I was on my way out to my brother-in-law's house to work on my dissertation in a quiet place. As I made my way down his road, I was driving about 7 miles per hour due to the crazy ice. I crept up to the 90 degree turn to his house, and the car just kept going straight into the bushes of his neighbors' house. It was scary, but for me the actual scary part was what could have happened. I was pinned into the car by the bushes, but those bushes may have actually saved my life. You see, these bushes were on an 8 foot tall deeply angled cliff. Had those bushes not been there, I would have rolled. I crawled out the passenger side door, and was shaken up. Thankfully, my brother-in-law and his neighbor easily pulled me out of the bushes. Scary, but it could have been MUCH worse.
Back to the dissertation...This is what is left of the process:
1. I go to Cleveland to defend my dissertation in front of 4 (hopefully not vicious) professors.
2. I file a bunch of papers.
3. I graduate with my doctorate in May!
4. We PARTY!!
Andy's pretty bummed that he won't be able to come up to Cleveland with me for my defense, but my mom's going to come with me. A road trip with my mom will be nice though.
So what's been going on with you?
Any big news that I missed?
Here's my car after the bush incident.
