Tuesday, July 07, 2009

Overheard...

"Do you know anyone with a real live gun?"

"No."

"You do now."

This was a brief conversation between two 8 year olds I heard on the beach yesterday as I was leaving. Today I'm going to try to identify who said it and maybe approach the boy's mother. The same families go to the beach during the week so it shouldn't be too hard. I was actually considering not saying anything to anyone (just you ;)) but, I pictured this brief conversations as the start of some series of events could lead to a tragedy. I could almost hear how this would play out between them.

"Wow, can I see it?

"Yea, but I have to get the key out of my dad's drawer."

And the rest is a horrible headline that could have been avoided. I hope.

The way I see it, the mom can react either one of two ways. She can thank me for letting her know or tell me to piss off, but either way she knows and what she chooses to do with the information is up to her. My hunch is that she will address the situation regardless of how she reacts to me.

A lot of people around here hunt and have guns. It is not unusual to walk into someone's house and see some sign of something that had been hunted or of some hunting gear, but the way this boy said it to the other, he was definitely imparting forbidden information.

I also feel that I would want to know if my sons were planting the seeds to their own demise, especially if someone overheard them doing so....

wouldn't you?

Saturday, July 04, 2009

Feeling Patriotic?



Happy 4th!!

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

The Payoff

On the last day of school I attend two graduations, a middle school graduation and a high school graduation. I love to see the kids dressed up surrounded by beaming relatives marveling at their accomplishments.

I'll never understand why the middle school girls pick graduation to wear their first pair of high heels. I guess it's their way of showing how they are ready for their next stage of life, the one that may require the wearing of high heels. And I'll never understand why the high school girls insist on wearing heels that exceed 5 inches as they strut across the turf. Maybe it's their way of showing that they mastered the high heel wearing thing and are ready for the next stage of life, that may require.. um.. stilts?

This year's 8th grade graduation was quite emotional as a student who passed away was honored, and another student who has been very sick was able to attend and received quite an amazing standing ovation from her classmates and community. There wasn't a dry eye in the house.

As I watch these kids accept their certificates and diplomas, I feel humbled and grateful to have been a part of their lives. I think about the conversations I have had with so many of them over the years and I am honored to be a thread in their grand tapestry, and I realize this is why I put up with all that I put up with during the year.

This is the payoff.


Congratulations to all the graduates and to the the people who love and support them throughout their lives!

Monday, June 22, 2009

something's gotta give...

I know I've lamented about work a great deal, and mostly about a crazy co-worker who was finally let go. We've had so much administrative movement (sounds like something one does alone in the bathroom with a newspaper) that no one knows what's going on half the time or what anyone's job is.

We got a new director... well, actually a new interim director and once again I find myself navigating the muddy waters of miscommunication and misunderstanding. It seems that when a newbie comes along they are so eager to prove themselves that instead of taking the time to really understand what and why things are done, they shove their past accomplishments down your throat and begin ripping well established things apart only to have to restore them because the previous once-resolved issues arise. All I know is that most of my time and sanity this year has been trying to keep the ship afloat.

I really don't give a crap about the administration, I am there for the kids. But the problem is that I can never get to "the kids" because my time is absorbed with this other stuff, and the whole thing is taking its toll on me emotionally and physically...

So this summer, I'm going to be doing some re-evaluating of my options. Mr. Elle is absolutely dead set against my leaving my job because of the salary and benefits, and I realize how incredibly lucky I am to have a recession proof job during these times, and truth be told, I am realistic about needing to stay for the benefit of my family as well. But I also know that I have to find some sort of balance in my world because I cannot continue down this pathway that is leading to my emotional and physical erosion.

I just can't seem to crack the career code. I want to love what I do.. and for the most part I do, when I am actually able to do what I love. That's the problem. It's like being and artist and given a studio with all the supplies one can imagine and not being able to create a thing before every supply is properly labeled and categorized.. and just when you are putting the label on the last tube of paint, someone comes in and rips off all the labels and you have to start all over again...

it's exhausting...

Sunday, June 21, 2009

He was my first real true love. Parts of the relationship were magical, and parts were pure hell. We both had crazy home situations and did the best we could with what we knew, which wasn't much. We were together for 4 years, and things ended badly. I always wished him the best, and hoped that he would find peace and happiness in his life, as I had found in mine. I think he did, from what I read in his obituary today.


Goodbye Joe...

Thursday, June 11, 2009

I'm only truly happy...

When I'm writing... and I haven't been writing.

I have been hiding out, waiting for this school year to end. It's been another rough one, and I'm doing what I can to get through the day and get to the next... Just 6 to go... sigh

Friday, May 22, 2009

Have a Great Weekend, and never forget.. xo