Monthly Archives: September 2013

Gratitudes 9-27-13

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I’m super grateful for a supportive school community. I’ve had people give me supplies, lessons, and my dept lead has pulled my butt out of the fire a few times.

I’m grateful that even though I have 6 class sections, they’re all the same grade to prep for. Some of my colleagues have 2 or even 3. Ouch.

I’m grateful for good kids. They’re a handful, but they’re 6th graders… they’re kind of supposed to be. They are energetic and talkative and scatterbrained and irresponsible… so yeah, they’re right where 11 and 12 year olds should be. But they’re GOOD kids. Kids that still, in general, respect adults and want to do well. Kids that give me hugs and ask me what my favorite color is on any given day so they know what color to make the happy little doodles they give me.

I’m grateful to be in grad school, even if it makes me just a little manic sometimes.

Gratitudes 9-23-13

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I have wonderful, loving friends. I really feel like I can’t say that enough.

I’m grateful for cuddle piles. Oh so grateful. I apparently attract them. Oh phooey. Lol.

I’m grateful for the LTC (sorry for the inside joke, but it’s sub rosa.) Some of my readers will get this.

Morning Confessions

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I finally dragged my behind out of bed after lazing around for two hours. It’s a glorious early fall morning – cool, breezy and sunny. My absolute favorite kind. And now I’m lounging in flannel PJ pants and my most cherished hoodie. another guilty pleasure.

The only thing souring this morning is the loneliness of it. I know I’ve talked before about the fact that I am a snuggle addict. I absolutely crave physical affection. And these are the kinds of mornings that are just perfect for sharing with that special someone.

I guess for this morning I’ll have to settle for the sweetness in my cocoa.

Homesick

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I am a New Yorker. I will always be one.

I’ll argue whose pizza is best, juxtapose random yiddish phrases and Italian swearwords and can parallel park like a beast. New York City Champagne is the best tap water on earth. I had to hitch-hike home the day the towers fell.

For the last few years I’ve been living right across the river in NJ. Most recently, Bayonne (birthplace of George R.R. Martin… no kidding, I pass his childhood home every time I run in the park near my house).

I don’t dislike Jersey. I’ve got some good memories here, and I actually really like my current neighborhood. But there’s something in the familiarity of going back home. Where my accent comes back because everyone else talks the same way. Where my niece and nephew play in the same backyard I did. Where the people who helped form who I truly am as an adult still congregate.

My first full time job out of college was truly a dream job. I got to work with animals and kids and I adored it. I adored the people I worked with. Over the 7+ years I spent there, we became more like a family. We bickered and argued but through it all when shit hit the fan we were there for each other. Whether it was setting up each other’s rooms when somebody was running late, dancing like a fool at someone’s wedding, or supporting one another when a loved one died. And I don’t mean one of those sad little handshakes and the generic “I’m sorry for your loss” that you give a mere coworker.

I hadn’t seen most of these people in at least 5 years. And I was sad that I was seeing them because one of our own just lost her mom. But it was so incredibly good to see them, hug them again. She was greeting people at the door when I arrived. She immediately stopped her conversation and came over, enveloping me in such a genuine hug I almost cried.

We waxed nostalgic about the good old days. We got caught up on what’s new.

I need to be better at keeping up connections. These are my roots. I need to water them.

Gratitudes 9-3-13

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The crazy credit from the overpaid electric bill (mentioned in the 10-19 Gratitudes) lasted until THIS MONTH. That’s nearly a year. Holy cow do I conserve electricity or what?

My co-worker and temporary roomie found a great apartment for herself.

I seem to have at least some cool coworkers. The rest remain to be seen…