Monday, February 25, 2013


My husband was given the opportunity to take a job in Chicago. This would be a move for our whole family.

The potential new employer wanted an answer quickly. The weekend to think it over. That's it.

We decided no.

One week until OA.

Ha! Chicago's too far, but anywhere in the world? Yeah, that's ok.

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Ta da! I'm back.

So, yeah, some time has passed since I wrote last.
Hi, my name is Emily, and I'm a blog-avoider.
All together: "Hello, Emily."

I have a husband on the PD register, still.  He has been for, um, I think three or four years. By the way, 5.4 doesn't get you called off the register. He passed the OA three times with the same score: 5.4.

In a month he's taking the OA again.

I'm not even kidding.

I am working as a preschool teacher.
My husband is working in communications.

I have an 8-year-old spunky daughter (C). A gymnast, soccer player, and quite the talker. She's a reader and makes friends easily.

I have a 10-year-old son (S) who is strong and silent at first glance, but goofy and funny when you get to know him. He's also a competitive gymnast and soccer player. He broke his front tooth a month ago on a snowboard, yes, the permanent one. Gah!

Then there is the 12-year-old son (B) who is already an engineer, always thinking, designing and planning. He swims and wrestles. He is now taller than me and getting so handsome and witty.

And of course one yellow lab and two cats. I had to bring home the cardboard box with the two kittens in it. They were living under the stairs of a Chinese restaurant, so small and innocent. I just had to save them from becoming "sweet and sour kitties." My husband just couldn't say no after the kids caught a glance at the contents of the box....

So, that's where we are.

Blaze and Scout

S, B, and C