Sunday, March 25, 2007

A match made to survive

A conversation regarding a couple we are friendly with came up. Honey and I were working in the yard while the kids played in the woods and on the play set near by. He starts.....

Honey: "Ya know, Monroe, he's a really nice guy. Very genuine."

Me: "Yeah, I like him. He's very funny."

Honey: "I swear you two should have hooked up. You are both exactly the same people."

Me: "Well, not exactly the same."

Honey: "Stupid! You know what I mean."

Me: "Yeah, I know. But that would leave you with Nicole. Then again you are both very much the could possibly work out."

Honey: "Maybe, but it would be hard for me to be with her, now that I've been with you."

Me: "Well thank you Honey!"

Honey: "LOL, you know what I mean. Her body is so different than yours. Really different."

Me: "Well, yeah it is but you'd be OK."

Honey: "I don't know."

Me: "What about me? Monroe is like giant man. He's huge. I mean Honey, he's big!"

Honey: "Oh man! Just because I know you, I can say you'd give him a run for his money but ultimately, he'd kill you."

Me: "I know, I'd be a mere smudge on the sheet but thanks for your vote of confidence."

Honey: "We're just right!"

Me: "Yeah, we are. Aren't we?!"

It's nice to know, that although our personalities are very different, we think differently and react differently to many things he still thinks I'm the piece of life's puzzle that fits him perfectly.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Batman Building

Just one of the many things that I think is cool......

.....about my city!

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

It's elementary my dear

Let me tell you, that is where it's going to stay. Yesterday, I was in a classroom that was working with children that have severe behavior disorders. There were only 6 students in the entire class and there is no way not even one more could have been added. Those 6 were like having 16.

I spent the entire day trying to keep the furniture on the floor. There were chairs being thrown along with books. Desks being flipped. Students screaming at the top of their lungs because their neighbor looked at them. And that was before lunch. Lunch, where my pleasant little girl shoved another students lunch on the floor and refused to do anything, other than sit and kick the table the entire lunch period.

Then it was back to restraining kids and ducking. I was spent by 3p but still had a good day. I truly feel for these kids and restraining them is no fun but I do it. And for that reason, I will stay in the elementary business. I'm certain a student any larger than a 4th grader would pound me into the ground.

Friday, March 09, 2007

Photo Friday

Standing among the shadows.
On this day I felt very small.

Friday, March 02, 2007

I can't make pearls

Easy going. Those are two words I think most people that know me, would use to describe me. I don't ever worry about too much, I'm quick to laugh and slow to become annoyed or irritated about anything. Unless of course, it's something I feel very passionate about. But, there are days, moments, even just minutes, I wish I was an oyster.

Yes, an oyster. Hanging out on the ocean floor, taking in all the aquatic beauty, just chilling with my fellow oysters. Although, they too become irritated at times by foreign materials, often the tiniest grain of sand. They respond to these irritants by producing nacre, a combination of calcium and protein. This substance coats the irritating material and over time will produce a pearl. Ah, a pearl after withstanding an irritation or annoyance. See, there is something that comes of their discomfort. However, in order for us to recieve the product, the oyster must give it's life.

So, I'll never be an oyster and for the very reason I mentioned, I'm glad. But in the right frame of mind, I do see that all my trails, tribulations, annoyances and irritants are producing something in me. They are producing, trust, character, patience and increasing my faith, among many other traits I strive to display on a daily basis.

So, although I'll never produce a pearl, I hope that through my life's experiences I will become a gem of sorts. A gem that could someday be looked upon as beautiful.

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