I never heard back from Saint Paul schools but I assume I wasn't hired, and I can hardly fathom any longer why that is . . . I wish I knew . . . sort of . . . I am not terribly disappointed that I didn't get the job, but it sure messes with the psyche - like, what's wrong with me? Maybe I'm not a good teacher . . .
On another note, maybe I could make a career out of Target. I was recognized as a fast friendly team member this month. I'm not sure what that means, or how important it was . . . but it felt good to be acknowledged amidst all of these things.
We had Thanksgiving part II here the other night. We cooked a whole other Turkey for the sole purpose of having something to go with Mom's delicious homemade cranberry sauce, which is more like a jelly. Aaron and Asher were over as well. Asher had been sick, but was pretty excited to be there. We put a plate of food in front of him to eat. He looked at his food. Played around some. Looked at his food some more. Complained a little about the food. Wanted to be fed. Aaron finally gave him a big mouthful. Asher chewed a little bit then froze, frowning some and looking a bit worried. He clutched his stomach and threw up. Aaron patted him on the back, and Asher threw up on Aaron. I had absently taken another bite, then realized what I was doing and no longer wanted to chew myself. Tolga took Asher to the bathroom, and as soon as Asher was gone, Aaron started gagging. I probably would have been okay, but when Aaron started gagging, I started gagging and choking because I still had food in my mouth.
Thanksgiving part three.
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