Grace should be my middle name.

Location: United States

Monday, April 25, 2005

The Day it Pays to Be Poor... today! Because I just got my tax returns! The very best way to make a beautiful day even better.

Guys, tonight the beer's on me!

Friday, April 22, 2005

Boat Trip

When I found out that I was going to be taking 19 kids on a field trip on a BOAT RIDE where there was a big possibility that I would get a tan, see dolphins and wear flip flops, I was almost beside myself with joy. The day before our boat trip, I just kept thinking, "I get PAID to do this!"

As I drove over the bridge to work that day, there was not a cloud in the sky and the water was flat. I knew it was going to be a good day.

And while I could not wear flip flops, and while my tan was more of the farmer variety, or athlete, as I try to tell myself, I did see dolphins, and picked up fish, starfish, shrimp, sea slugs and crabs. I also successfully ran a "station" on salinity and turpidity and hydrometers, that I knew virtually nothing about before, but which, I think I know as much as the kids now. Lunch on the beach and only 1 threat to leave someone on the dock before we left and life was good. It just made me keep thinking. Dude, it's been way too long since I've been on a boat.

The highlight may or may not have been walking into school wearing sneakers, my FSU tennis t-shirt, my army (sorry Ruthie) tennis hat, and my pink flowered swimming trunks.

One student said, "Miss Grace, nice dress!" To which I said, "DRESS?!"




It seems that a teacher in beach attire completely throws off everyone because I was also told that I had "very tan legs." Though, that definitely disturbed me a bit.

The whole experience left me utterly exhausted though. 6 hours on a boat, with no reprieve, 19 kids and lots of work. This morning, I woke up wiht a sore throat and now I have a low-grade fever and plan on sleeping my Friday afternoon away. Sometimes having fun is just way too much work.


Monday, April 18, 2005


Friday night, I cooked a really nice Italian dinner, complete with chicken, meatballs, orzo, 3 colors of bell peppers, brocolli and a magnum bottle of Pino Noir. The whole cooking thing went very well, and was fairly clean. As opposed to my usual meals, which leave the kitcken with evidence of an explosion. I mean, it wasn't immaculate. There was some sauce around. But still. It looked pretty good.

Anyway, we at late, around 10 pm, but I had helped myself to a few glasses of wine while cooking. After dinner, and some nice conversation (wink, wink), I ended up dozing on the couch, along with my dinner companion. Eventually, he said he was leaving, but got virtually no response from me (I worked HARD cooking, Ok?). So he locked up the doors and windows and made me stand up to say goodbye so that he knew that I'd for sure lock the door.

The next morning, when I woke up and went to make myself some coffee, I realized that the kitchen was clean. There were no dishes, no food and no sauce! I don't mind making dinner for someone who cleans up after me. I might just have to keep him around.

Monday, April 11, 2005

We Are The Best

Sometimes I think that we (we, meaning most of the people who read this blog and pretty much everyone close to me, NOT those other idiots out there) know the answers. We may not realize we know them. And we might pretend to be so humble and not look pushy and say, "I don't have all the answers." But we do. We know.

But while we don't have all the answers to world peace, balancing the economy, ending starvation, curing AIDS and how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop (tootsie pops suck, blow pops rule...Does that sound gross?) we do have the answers to those essential, "Who am I?", "What am I doing?", and the always elusive, "Where am I going?"

We might have said, "I don't know what the heck to do after I graduate!" or "I don't know where the heck to live!" or "I don't know if I can marry this person!" But the truth is that we found and will continue to find some perfectly good things to do after we graduate. We are living in perfectly good places for our state in life. And, I (for one) absolutely could NOT marry that person and I figured that out! Snaps for me!

It's not having an absolute answer to those questions. Often those questions could and SHOULD be answered with more than one city, more than one career, hopefully various fruitful relationships, and ONE purposeful marriage. And you answer them as they come. You answer them in the time alloted to you. But we answer them with the all-powerful knowledge of ourselves. What we like. What we excell at. What we detest. What makes us giggle. What makes us swoon. What makes us scream. And probably what makes us money, too. But knowing ourselves is essential in making those decisions. Those daily decisions that we make even unconsiously. From how many times we hit the snooze button. To how much coffee we drink. To which route we take to work. To how we will show the world that reason for which we were created.

For instance, I know that at this moment in time, at the age of 25, I belong beyond a shadow of a doubt in S_____, __. I know that I most certainly was created to be a teacher of ___ to students, age __. I know that I should be dating a very nice boy and that I should be attempting to keep the balance of work, school, family, friends and play. My life is not the greatest. I have $10 in my checking account. My car is pretty old. The city I live in is the snow bird capital of the world. I'm about 5 pounds overweight. I have trouble being assertive.

We are in different states of life. Some in school, some in jobs, some at the beginning of relationships and others not so much at the beginning of relationships. We do different things. We like different foods. The thing is, we know who we are. And if you know who you are, the "Where you're going" gets a lot easier. Doors and windows open. And when you pick the wrong thing behind door #2, we know how to change to door #1. We cope. And our friends help us. And we keep going.

We may not know what's coming. But we know what's up. Because we have something more than the average Joe walking down the street. With that knowledge of who we are, we know that we can do our job and do our part. We know that it's our job to be our best. And because of that, we deserve the best. A misleading word, but I qualify:

We need the best things and the best people in life to help us be the best versions of ourselves. By knowing myself better, I better navigate my way towards grandness.

Monday, April 04, 2005

This Sort of Made Me Think of Al and what She'd Do When I Left the Dorm Room or Apartment

Saturday, April 02, 2005

Sorry, But I Just Had To...

You are Napoleon Dyanamite and a buttload of gangs
are trying to recruit you.

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Friday, April 01, 2005

A Week

What a week.

What a 2 weeks.

What a birthday, spring break and week back.

I have about 1,000 blogs in my head about all sorts of good stuff, but it hardly seems relevant this week. This week, I have had much to be thankful for. I have a job now and I have a job next year. I have the best friends in the world and got to have the best birthday and spring break ever. I also have a boy in my life who I feel so fully on the right page with and who is, as was described accurately by Al and El, "Solid."

This week my students made me laugh harder than ever. I had 2 successful April Fools Day jokes played on me. I ate pizza, saw family I hadn't in a while and watched a good movie. For all intents and purposes, it was a good week. A very good week.

It had also been a very sad week. A week that, tonight just made me want to crawl on the couch with a big blanket and sit. Not really a mopey mood. Not really a cry-my-eyes-out mood. Not a sick mood. Just a mood that can't fully stomach everything going on around and needs the time to just sit and be and think.

I had been obsessed, pre-Spring Break, as I have said before, with Terri Shrivo. I spent more hours reading and talking about it. I was and am even more scandalized by how it has developed and it makes me sick to envision in my mind that it actually did happen. And still is happening. Not often do I sit in front of my TV and say the the F-er word in reference to someone in particular. But it happened, probably a few times, of late.

I haven't cried in a really long time. I haven't needed to. But this afternoon, during my planning period, while watching the crowd in St. Peter's gather and sing and pray, I did. Just the memories and pictures in my mind of St. Peter's Square and the Truth and Love and History and Tradition and Message it stands for, and has stood for, was enough to move me.

And that combined with the last moments of someone who I think will one day be referred to as John Paul the Great just makes me want to reach out to people who understand. For people who know who he is and what he stand for and how he lived his life completely and fully aligned with the Will of God.

Someone said that he would be able to do even more good in heaven than he did on earth. Beautiful words about a beautiful man.