Fences

"Some people build fences to keep people out and other people build fences to keep people in."

What kind of fences do you build?

random.

2 more days of summer school and then I can officially shut that part of my brain off. Tomorrow I'll be spending several hours at work trying to do something productive for next year LOL I love my job and I love that I love my job.. so It's not a big deal. I also have to get a new license. Womp. I lost mine somewhere.. .and carrying around a passport is getting old. I love errands... No I don't but sometimes you just gotta get it done. I just hope I can keep my old picture, cause its AWESOME. Go Spidey. I know when I move I'm gonna find it. 3 weeks till the move :-) are you excited.. cause I am.

The Big Chop is coming soon too, to a kitchen near you <--get it. kitchen? LMAO haaa i'm funny.

Team Awesome!!

I am at the right place right now. I am focused on achieving my goals. I know I am doing what I am supposed to do and everything is going in the right direction... My students did the damn thing on the CRCT!!!! I am so excited.. I am so validated.. I am so happy. I know that the CRCT is not the end all or be all.. but I do know that they learned.. They achieved.. and I am more than happy to report that i am a successful teacher. My kids both love me and they learn from me... so I have a long way to go and grow.. but I am on the right track...

Summer school even rocks!! My kids are hilarious... my co-teacher rocks... getting out at 12 rocks. Life is awesome.

I am officially on Team Awesome.

I love it!!

I love it. I think i am going to go to the moon this weekend.. are you ready to rocket!!! :-)

:-) I'm gonna read a book and eat some cheese and go to sleep... I am lovin this...

Trauma at the Toll Booth!!

Yesterday, I was taking the dope shortcut into the perimeter through good old GA 400... I had my 50 cents in my hand.. I drive up and there is a cashier AND one of those little funnel catching thingies... So I attempt to hand the money to the guy and he just looks at me and nods towards the basket.. whatever dude...So with my miniature limb I toss my change out of the window.... and clank clank... both quarters land on the floor... I panic... In Chicago its apparently illegal to open your door and pick up your change at a toll, or so says my mom..

And I dont have any other cash. WOMP!!! I asked the guy, wide eyes and frightened, if i can get my change... he makes some random gesture and I proceed to open the door.. all the while my trusty passenger is freaking out. OMG this is so embarrassing.. hurry up!!

one quarter is conveniently right at my feet.. the other has wandered off in that pesky way that change can do... but where did it roll.... I look left, then right.. on the curb, ooooH There is it by my tire.. .. ooh shit.. that's a dime... then it dawns on me. FUCK!!!!! its under the car... ick...

I crouch down.. aware of the line of cars forming behind me.. but cracking up all the while, why Passenger Patty is still yelling at me to hurry up LOL... I find the quarter and toss it in and Laugh my ass off... the guy in the booth.. not so amused...


Only me!

Quote of the hour.

“Loving oneself is no easy matter because it means loving all of oneself, including the shadow where one is inferior and socially so unacceptable. The care one gives this humiliating part is also the cure. Thus the cure is a paradox requiring two incommensurables: the moral recognition that parts of me are burdensome and intolerable and must change, and the loving, laughing acceptance which takes them just as they are, joyfully, forever. One both tries hard and lets go, both judges harshly and joins gladly.” John Hillman

Work of Art

I was watching the show Work of Art and felt inspired. It was fun. I'm def gonna do this again.. let me know what you think it is! And please remember my art training is as extensive as Mr. Bruner's Art 1 LOL

I call it... Sharpie my Pencil... Not really but that's funny... Okay for real my 4 readers, what do you think it is...

And a child shall lead them

I have a mentee. She is awesome. Last night, I was up late and woke up tired.. worked summer school, burned WAY too much gas running errands and then barely had a chance to change my clothes, and in the midst of all of that.. I wasn't really having the best day ever. Therefore, at 2:30 when it was time for me to get up and go pick her up for her birthday soiree, I wasn't feeling it... then it started to rain .. I mean POUR on the way... and I began rehearsing my sorry to do this to you speech..

"Doll, Sorry to do this to you, but I'm just going to take you home because I'd rather not drive downtown in this rain. I promise i'll make this up to you on another day." I was ready to totally ditch her and then be back in the bed or on the couch by 4.

But I got to the school, the rain let up... and I saw her bobbing down the steps and I knew I couldnt... I hung up the phone with my mom loving her little pep talk...

The day was fun.. we talked and had a good time, but I was still having a hard time shaking my general malaise... when my Sugardumpling says.. "Look at what I found today."

Out of her pocket, she pulls a tiny tiny stone, about the size of a dime that says, "Let Go, Let God" And at that moment, I knew I was in the right place, with the right person and that life is always right.

Even when it doesnt feel good... life is right.. So I will promise to Let Go and Let God because my life is awesome. It truly is.. and sometimes you need a newly turned 14 year old to remind you exactly what you need to do!! :-))))

Thanks Doll.

Bitchassness in Bosses...

make me sick.. If you have a problem with my work product or practices, then man the fuck up and have a conversation with me face to face.. do not be a punk ass bitch and write me a letter and put it in my box and not address it to me, but put my name on the outside and then have the audacity to not sign your name... gimme a damn break... Grow some balls and lets handle this like adults...

Give a nigga a walkie talkie and all of a sudden they think they the shit...

Dialog in the Dark

On Monday, while you were dicking away your holiday with booze and burgers, I was educating myself and expanding my horizons.. Oh, hell no, I wasn't reading, or writing, or volunteering with old folks or anything... c'mon.. it was a holiday after all.. all of those activities are total downers!!!


Instead, I went to an awesome and awe inspiring exhibit called Dialog in the Dark.


The exhibit is done in total darkness, and you have a walking cane like blind folks use.. and as you go through the exhibit you are guided through different rooms and asked to do different tasks and experience the daily exercises that people do.. everything was totally normal, except the fact that I couldn't see a damn thing..

You know I have claustrophobic tendencies and generally do not enjoy crowds because I HATE random people touching me and bumping into me, but I found the DITD experience to make me much more patient. There was nothing I could do, there was no one purposefully running into me because they were ALL blind.. I also kept feeling liek I could see things, even though I know the room was pitch black.. It was kinda like when people lose their limbs but they still feel pain in them... yeah I don't know LOL it was wild.

It made me appreciate my sight much more than I ever had in the past... and I certainly no longer take it for granted.. just for the ease that it brings..

But it also did make me realize that I am missing out on experiencing alot of life because I am not using my other senses as much... I am not smelling and feeling things to get the full experience. The smell of the pineapple in the exhibit was sooo enticing.. it was like the first time I had ever smelled one... 'Twas AWESOME..

DITD is in Atlanta until June 2011...s o if you come down here.. Go.. If you don't live down here.. then wait for it to come to you and then... Go!!

In honor of our visually impaired brethren the rest of this post will be in Braille:

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Have a fabulous Friday!!! :-)