Imagine my surprise this morning when I logged into my blog to add a link and noticed that my latest post was dated 2009. I was shocked. 2009! That is SO last year!
How has this happened? How could so much time have passed? I'm an English teacher who forces my students to write in a journal every day, and yet I can't seem to post once in two and a half months. That can't be right.
It really is amazing how quickly time can pass when one is working full time, taking accelerated courses (a semester every month if you can believe it), dealing with two internships, and mommying. I try to take one evening a week for "me time." This usually includes a glass of wine and catching up on whatever is on the tivo (Survivor!) or playing video games... and of course some laughing and snuggling with the ever-patient, oh-so-wonderful CSB. I don't even know how to explain everything he's done, and how amazing he's been without sounding like a completely schmoopy goob, so I won't.
One would think that in this "me time" I might sit down and write a post or two. Unfortunately, by the time I get an evening "off" I usually am unable to think in full & coherent sentences. Anyone who has seen me in a social setting recently can probably attest to this sad yet true fact. I suppose this is also the point where I apologize for being so bad at keeping up with communications with most of my friends. I promise, as soon as I have my teaching credential and master's degree, we'll have a drink & catch up. At this point, we're looking at about a year (depending on how many classes I drop).
Another thing which has occurred to me lately is that I actually like my job. For the first time ever, I am concerned that the things I say and the things I do might cause me to lose my job, and I actually care. I suppose this whole teacher thing has kinda gotten to me. I seem to actually be enjoying it and have heard that some people might think I'm good at it... I'm not entirely sure what might happen to me if I am told I can't do it anymore. As much as I fought against the idea of "being a teacher," I suppose that is exactly what and who I am... and I really don't mind it.
It is really funny, now that I've done it for almost two school years, every assumption I ever made about teachers has disappeared. Only to be replaced by a new found reality, understanding of, and respect for the people who spend every day of their lives focused on someone else's child. In her emmy acceptance speech, Sandra Bullock thanked, "the moms that take care of the babies and the children no matter where they come from," and although I understand exactly what she meant, a little part of my brain added teachers to her intended meaning.
If you missed it, you can see her speech here (have a tissue handy).
Anyway, I suppose all this is just to say hi, and to let you (if there are any of "you" left... aside from my mom and CSB) know that I'm still here, and plan to continue blogging.....
At a time when many people are waxing nostalgic, writing blogs about the past year, or creating top ten lists and resolutions, I feel kinda silly writing the obligatory New Year's Eve post.
I could easily write about what a wonderful year it has been, but I feel I've already done that. If you want to read about all the great things that have happened in my life over the last year, you could easily go back through my archives and read any of the things I have posted. Yet, somehow, as I sit here with my cup of coffee watching a Three Stooges marathon with CSB on the final morning of 2009, I feel compelled to create one last post for the year.
I feel so very fortunate for the family and friends that I have. The people in my life are a huge part of what has made it such a fantastic journey. Living my day to day life with CSB has been nothing short of spectacular and there has been more than one instance when I stopped, looked around, and thought, "I don't know what kind of crazy magic this is, but I have exactly what I've always said I wanted." Somehow, I got exactly what I wished for... and it came out right.
The ShortBus grows ever more intelligent and charming by the day. He is growing up quickly, and I love having the ability to experience life all over again through his eyes. Living so close to my parents has been great for all of us, I feel quite lucky to have such amazing family so near.
As my "winter break" draws to an end, my brain is starting to switch back on and my "to do" list is beginning to come back to life. Although my mind is a constantly humming hive of upcoming events, I am ever living in the present and enjoying the now as much as all the prospects for the future ahead.
Happy new year everyone. Remember: the future is now, all we have is this moment. Live well, live right, but most importantly, live.
Stuck somewhere between my heart and my head is a Christmas post. It has been bouncing back and forth, working itself out, attempting to form coherent ideas and sentences for the last week or so.
I feel a bit like the Grinch this year... not the beginning of the movie grumpy Grinch, but the end of the movie Grinch after his heart has grown three times its original size. It feels like it has been so long since I have really, truly enjoyed the holiday season.
As I sit here this Christmas eve, listening to the ShortBus helping CSB wrap presents and asking a million questions about Santa and Rudolph, I can't help but grin. I can't imagine a more perfect end to a wonderful year.
Now that the Fair/e season is finally over and we can finally sit back and take a break (pretty much the first full weekend off since sometime in August), I can truly reflect on all that has contributed to my happiness and what a truly amazing year it has been. I don't even have the words to express how fortunate I feel and how thankful I am. My Christmas wish is for you all to have serenity, peace, balance, freedom, joy, and love in your lives. May it not only exist in your world tomorrow... but each and every day.
I know it sounds silly, but having the opportunity to be a zombie last Sunday night was one of the highlights of my life.
Having heard a "rumor" early Sunday morning about a zombie flash mob happening after close at Dickens, I quickly filed it away under "amusing notes for the day," and didn't really think much of it. Throughout the day I really didn't hear anything else, and for the most part completely forgot about the whole victorian zombie concept.
Around 4pm, we figured it was about time to take TheGlen to the airport, and said our goodbyes, not planning to return to the Cow Palace that evening. But, once we left the airport and realized how early it was, we decided a couple more hours of Dickensian fun couldn't hurt and returned to the Dickens Fair. It was later that evening one of the guys approached me and asked, "so, are you going to be a zombie?"
The thought hadn't even occurred to me. The first thing out of my mouth was, "Can I? Yes, please!"
We wandered over to the right place at the right time but when the call for "background zombies" came, I hesitated.... for about half a second before tugging on CSB's sleeve, and dragging him into position. We waited eagerly for make-up to come by and dust us with black accents then giggled our way through the first rehearsal.
It was great fun.
I think it was near the middle of the whole thing when I realized just how nice it is to have a "partner" in life. A person who enjoys many of the same things you do and who is right there by your side when acting silly is the order of the day is just as important as someone who has your back if things go wrong.
Before I get any more schmoopy.... I am proud to present for your viewing pleasure, our bit parts in: Victorian Thriller
(at about 21 seconds in, mid-screen there is a very large man in a light colored top hat about center screen behind the dancers, CSB and I are on either side of him. If you can find that guy throughout the video, you can find us.)
The journey of self-discovery is an ongoing process. When one stops looking within, they lose sight of who they are.
Writing forces me to stop for a moment and keep an eye on who I am.
"That training is for morons... why did you have to go twice?"
"If its nude pix of the wrestling coach I'll go home"
"You should save drunk time for when I get to share it with you"
"SPOOOOOOOOOON!"
"In the eye of his mother, a monkey is a gazelle."
Quote of the Day
"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness." - Friedrich Nietzsche
"Out beyond the ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there." - Jalal-Ad-Din Rumi
"Happiness is always a by-product. It is probably a matter of temperament, and for anything I know it may be glandular. But it is not something that can be demanded from life, and if you are not happy you had better stop worrying about it and see what treasures you can pluck from your own brand of unhappiness." - Robertson Davies