Monday, June 29, 2009
We found several sharks' teeth. You know what that means, don't you? That's right! Sharks don't take care of their teeth. My dentist should totally lay off the 'flossing after every meal' soapbox. There are probably hundreds of sharks who could benefit from her services.
I'm going to recommend she go to help out.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
My dad's little sister. I could never forget.
"I'm sorry to bother you but I needed to let you know your Aunt Kay died this past weekend."
My dad died almost 30 years ago. He was 36. I was 12. I haven't seen this side of the family regularly since his funeral.
"I called your grandmother to get your phone number."
I've missed this part of my family. Twelve years of memories are all I have.
"I need to get your address because your Aunt Kay left you something in her will."
I used to be bitter about how things turned out. How it seemed my sister and I didn't matter any more. Now I know that it was just life that got in the way.
"They found her on Saturday. At this point, we think she had a heart attack. Just like her son. In the same chair."
Poor, poor Aunt Kay lost both her husband and her only child to heart attacks. Now she can rest between them.
"Your grandmother updated me on all that has been going on in your life. I'm real proud of you. Your dad would be real proud, too."
And those tears I'm usually so good at holding back, I'm not doing so well today.
Monday, June 22, 2009
This past weekend, I worked in the backyard. I pulled weeds and then pulled some more weeds. Today, the backs of my legs are in revolt*. I can't walk without stifling the moans of pain. In fact, I can barely walk at all.
Forget running, I've been done in by some rascally weeds.
Since I can't walk, I think I'm going to spend the rest of the day with The Thirteenth Tale. This book was recommended by Jason and I have had to make myself put it down. Jason probably needs to start looking for some cheap tickets to Georgia. Since I can't tear myself away from the book, my summer projects have been neglected. And I have a garage to clean out along with some cabinets and closets.
*Grammar update courtesy of Comedy Goddess.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
My mother always scrounged for money to leave him a tip at Christmas and the beginning of July.
These days, the mailmen (and women) only deliver mail in their dorky little mail trucks. And those mailboxes attached to the house are just reminders of days gone by.
But I don't mind walking out to the mailbox to gather the
Yesterday, I received this little slip of paper in the mailbox. It was resting on top of the mail with no explanation.
The first thought that crossed my mind was that my
grumpy fatty, fatty two by four mailman was leaving us a thank you note for all the food we left by the mailbox during the recent food drive. I began to read the message.
What the heck!? My
idiot mailman is worried about me removing snow? We live in South Georgia. It doesn't snow here. And we are currently in the middle of a heatwave with the Heat Index hovering around 110 degrees. Does he know something about that place with the double hockey sticks freezing over? Should I be worried?
I continued reading
and I didn't even ask for help with the big words.
So, Mr. I'm So Darned Lazy I'd Rather Write 'Mailbox Blocked' And Deliver the Mail Another Day felt like it was time to leave a more official note. On a crappy overused copy with snow references even though we live in the armpit of the south where it doesn't snow. Because he isn't going to take the 3 steps from his truck on the road to the mailbox on the curb. What did he think would happen with 6 people in the house and 6 cars?
No wonder his voluminous hiney spills off the sides of the seat of his mail truck.
Does Mr. Funny's car look like it is too close to the mailbox? I think even a blind dude could figure this one out.
This year, the only tip he is getting from me is the suggestion to cut back on the Twinkies.
And now he wants my cooperation in this matter. In fact, he'd appreciate it.
I wonder how much he'd appreciate the thoughts in my head right now.
Monday, June 15, 2009
This past weekend, Mr. Funny took the ACT again in an attempt to raise the score
Dropping him off wasn't emotional at all. Nope. And I didn't lose any sleep worrying if he'd remember to wear his shower shoes or change to clean underwear. While I'm proud of him for accomplishments and his independence, sometimes a mother just needs to be needed
After we left, he called! It appears that he does need me! Yup, he needs me to drive to the store and get a ping pong paddle. Apparently, paddles are not included with the ping pong table in the recreation room.
What the heck? Is it 1975 again? I've been wondering if he needs a headband and some striped tube socks to go with the ensemble. What do you think?
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
When you want to save someone, start with yourself - and conversations from Mr. Strong during the early years
What do you think your mother will say about us?
When my first marriage ended, I stood taller. While my self-esteem had taken a beating, a renewed sense of confidence seeped in as I began to be true to my feelings.
What will your mother say about me being 14 years older than you?
When I dated, I had always been drawn to the underdog. To the boys and men who needed saving. It was my self-proposed plan to save them.
I never thought I could be a father figure to boys.
When the boys were born, I was a single mother. I just didn't get the credit for it until I was divorced. From the moment I saw them, I knew I would do whatever it took for them to make it in this world. No need to rely on any one. It was our own twisted version of us and them.
Please stay tonight. I really want you to stay.
When you are busy saving others, you don't have to worry about revealing the skeletons in your own closet.
I love you.
When you let your guard down, when you really let someone know you, it is healing. I never dreamed it would be me who needed saving.
Happy Anniversary, Mr. Strong! Thanks for saving me.
Monday, June 8, 2009
I don't like disappointing him.
He tried to make me feel better by saying he knew I had a difficult faculty. He even said he thought I probably had the most challenging faculty of any of the other schools in our system.
Still, I disappointed him.
I'm sure I'll feel better tomorrow.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
For the record, it is a huge neighborhood. And filled with very pricey homes
Mr. Happy's Friend: "Yeah. That was hard trying to find my way out of this crazy neighborhood."
Me: "Did you get lost out here one time?"
Mr. Happy's Friend: "Well, yeah. Your son and another friend blindfolded me, drove around and then dropped me off with a bicycle to see if I could find my way out." (OMG! This sounds like a great idea!)
Me: "So, how did you do?"
Mr. Happy's Friend: "I think I did okay but I want to be sure you know that the cow costume was not my idea."
Just what you'd expect from a bunch of honor graduates, eh?
Actually, I love watching the marsh. There are lots of birds and other animals that call this wetland their home. The picture above was the view from our hotel room.
For the past several years, Georgia has been in a drought complete with water restrictions, fights over the water being dammed
We took a walk behind the hotel
The resort we stayed in is really nice
At the conference, during a break, I cornered the Superintendent. It turns out he wants to talk to my Assistant Principal and I about the changes we made in teaching assignments in our faculty. Uh. Um. Ok.
But they took 3 of my teachers. And they made changes in the number of teachers allotted to each grade level. We had to make changes based on the changes they handed down to us.
I may or may not have the wife of a board member
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
At the conference, most of the women who bring their husbands do so because the husbands are golf fanatics. Mr. Strong is no golfer. As a result, I do believe Mr. Strong will be hanging out with the wives. This usually entails going to the pool, beach, and shopping. Things Mr. Strong prefers over golfing.
The resort where we are staying is nice but has chosen to reside in 1995. There is no internet access unless you head to the conference center and pay a ridiculous sum for a crappy connection. Therefore, I will be internet-free until Friday. I KNOW. I am worried the tremors might give away my internet addiction.
While I am at the conference, I plan to corner my Superintendent. He had his secretary call to tell my assistant principal and I we have a meeting with him this coming up Monday. Holy freak out! The secretary didn't know what the meeting was about
I figure either we are in trouble or we are going to be knighted.
Fortunately for me, I think I have ways to get the Superintendent to talk while we are at this conference. And if my plan is foiled, there is always the Hospitality Room to help drown out my worries.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Their imagination is often big and bizarre. And I love it!
This was the conversation at the 5K the other day.
Mr. Happy: "Oh, look. I think that is the dude who works at the Bingo place." (What!?)
Me: "You play Bingo?"
Mr. Happy: "Well, yeah. It is a lot of fun and you can win money."
Me: "Are there other people your age? And have you won any money?"
Mr. Happy: "Just my friend and I go and we haven't won anything yet but I did help this old lady once when she didn't realize she had Bingo already."
So, while some kids are playing video games or sneaking alcohol out of their parent's liquor cabinet, my son is playing the Bingo. With little old ladies.
Mr. Funny will be going to an Honor's Program this summer for 6 weeks and he is getting so excited about getting all his stuff together. He'll be living on a college campus in a dorm surrounded by other
As he was gathering the items on his packing list, Mr. Funny suddenly turned to me and asked (with excitement), "Should I take my horse mask?"
Me: "You have a horse mask?"
Mr. Funny: "Yeah. I keep it in the car just in case." (In case of what?!)
All I could do was stare and then laugh.
And hell yeah, he should take it!
Monday, June 1, 2009
I'm all for good advice and suggestions that might help me improve myself and our school.
At my the school I worked in prior to my current school, I would receive comments suggesting that I check on when breakfast really started or that a weekly calendar would help with all the changes in the monthly calendar. There were comments I could use to benefit the teachers in the school.
Four years ago, I was moved to my current school and, at first, I was devastated by the move. I had heard about the morale issues at my new school and questioned if I was truly capable of making a difference. But I had no choice, so
At this new school, there are a lot of teachers with strong opinions, bad attitudes, and a resistance to anything new. I've seen teachers like this in other schools, however, not to this degree.
Which brings us back to the yearly anonymous surveys. I know I shouldn't take the comments to heart. Maybe I need thicker skin. But to say that I am on a witch hunt is just asinine
Not all the comments were hateful. But the hateful comments were the ones to stand out.
It makes it hard to keep a great attitude every day.
Not a lot of thanks for working 10 to 12 hours (or more) a day. Trying to help the teachers. Always asking what is in the best interest of the students.
I wonder how the teachers would do if the parents could complete an anonymous survey on them.