Inspiration

So, there has been no update to our blog in what we will call a "relatively" long time. I sat down in front of my laptop with the specific assignment, self inflicted, to update the blog. And I sat, and I sat...it was hauntingly like my high school experience writing essays for English (and a major reason why I studied math in college--numbers prompt me to explore, blank white paper does not call to me).

As I racked my brain for what to write I thought about the classroom, the season, and the upcoming holiday. Well teenage drama and a teacher who demands everything be written on graph paper (no lined paper allowed in my classroom) didn't seem very interesting to talk about. Talking about winter and saying it was freezing seemed pretty lame since I live in California and I have several family members who live in Vermont who think my idea of freezing is spring. Then there is Valentine's Day...I could talk about how I love my family, husband, and daughter; but I am not a romantic and sappy isn't my strong suite. And though I DO love my family, husband, and daughter; I would rather tell them than blog about them.

So in the end here is the boring bullet point look out our lives of late:

Jeff loves the responsibility of overseeing all things Mexico for his company. They are "his people" in language, culture, and mannerism. When he told them he was 1/8th Mexican they didn't believe him until sometime later when he was relaying a story about when he worked in

"landscaping" (glorified word for lawnmower) while he was in high school. The point of the story was lost on those listening, but they did say with full enthusiasm "if you worked lawns, you are one of us."

Nan is teaching things she loves: sinusoidal equations, vectors, and limits. She hasn't sold all the students on the great beauty of these concepts, but they humor her for the most part and plug along with the learning. She has started doing a little more running and GAINED 10 pounds--go figure.

Whitney is in the midst of planning her next international affair. She will be spending a month in Amman, Jordan working at a hospital. The trip is part of fulfilling her global nursing requirement. I think the one thing Whitney might hyperventilate about would be if she couldn't find her passport. The kid just can't handle not getting that thing stamped at least once a year. When she gets back from that adventure, we are not sure of her exact plans other than they don't include more than a visit home.