Friday, September 12, 2008
5) Despite their perfectly pink leotard and tutu with their dainty little ballet shoes, despite their adorable little scamper as they excitedly enter the studio, despite their sweet little plie and jete, when you try to put a bun in their hair....the animal within reveals itself.
4) Nothing quite ruins a week (or a fantasy football season) like a philandering football player with a bum knee.
3) Pre-school homework is not a reflection of you, your home, or your abilities as a parent. She is only 3, she is only 3, she is only 3......
2) Whether it's food, money, or just an old dress you'd never wear again anyway, nothing feels better than doing something for a stranger in need.
And, of course, putting all levity aside....
1) Let us never let go of the memories of "where you were when", the images of planes without peaceful pilots, and the hope that even amid threats, divisive politics, and revisionist histories, a nation can hold onto its spirit, it solemnity, and its freedom.
I quite literally "threw" in two, but thankfully a woman volunteered her seamstress and steaming abilities to make sure the selection is as polished as it is philanthropic.
Goodness begets goodness.....
Thursday, September 11, 2008
I was very newly married and beginning a new school year teaching in a school that seemed so far from the career I'd started at that great little school in the Bronx. My friends and family were back in New York, but my new life was in New Jersey.
I was teaching a group of unassuming ninth graders when another teacher frantically came to my door. She waved me to her and I begrudgingly obliged, assuming the snack machine was down again the faculty lounge. I was so clueless.
The news of a plane hitting a tower seemed to rush out of her as some other apprehensive teachers watched my reaction from a distance. I remember trying to remember which building Tony (my husband's best friend) was in, and if this was another case of my 18th birthday.
When I was 18, I lived on Governors Island (next to the Statue of Liberty) and the first World Trade Center bombing occurred, prohibiting anyone from leaving the island since the ferry slip was located right in Battery Park. Like a truly narcissistic teenager, I was so angry at the inconvenience.
Anyway, the gravity of the situation had yet to sink in.
Minutes later the same frantic teacher appeared in my door to announce that the second tower had been struck....and the bottom kind of fell out of me.
The rule of teaching is, no matter what, you need to be the calming port in the storm for your students. No matter what situation might present itself, your children (yes, 15 year olds are still children) need to feel safe. They look to you for guidance, for security.
And then the Pentagon was hit.
I made it through fourth period, though I have no idea what or how I did.
When the kids bounced off to lunch, I broke down. They sent the New Yorker home early to try to make contact with a long list of people who may or may not be lost.
Friends and family at both towers.
My brother was supposed to be at the Pentagon.
My best friend was flying out of Logan for a business trip.
And the worst part was, I couldn't stop watching the television. Horrible images, unbelievable stories, and a sense that I should have been in New York.
Now, years removed, I still have a hard to reconciling all that happened...but I guess that's the point, there has been no reconciliation. When will there be?
****I know we all have our "Where were you when...." stories. Feel free to share them in the Comments. In particular, a request to my friend Sutty to share the "wedding table" story involving the Cantor Fitzgerald people.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Is there ever a point when you're not exhausted?
Sometimes I hit a big lull in the late afternoon, but more times than not I am foggy from 11 AM on...and I wish I had more energy to really do better with the mom stuff (playing, engaging, really interacting).
On another tangent, does anyone know how to self-administer caffeine through an IV drip?
But there is one upside....
According to the AP:
Deadbeat dads and moms around the country are discovering that their
economic stimulus checks from Washington — intended to encourage the purchase of TVs, cars and other goods — are being intercepted and funneled toward the support of their children.
Treasury Department figures obtained by The Associated Press show that more than 1.4 million of the checks have been seized since the payments began last spring, and a total of $831 million has been collected by child support agencies nationwide.
Can we also do that with tax returns?
Anyway, the first assignment had my daughter and I filling out a worksheet about her favorite things. We just needed to answer the questions, color the images, and attach a collage of pictures of our family, our pets, and our home.
And the last requirement was where I found myself in a dilemma. I love photography and though I do not have the talents of my favorite Shirley, I am snapping away non-stop. So, when it comes to having to choose images that represent our family, I am simply overwhelmed by the magnitude of the task.
Among the considerations:
1) Do I really have to include a picture of my house?? What if that grumpy mom I cut off in the parking lot this morning spies my location and retaliates? I know that sounds like a long shot, but she was wearing head-to-toe spandex and blaring Jock Jams....she's definitely got the crazies.
2) Does the picture of myself have to be a recent one? Would it be inappropriate to include one of me from college when I was many pounds lighter? I do have one from my earlt twenties that has a slight blur, giving the illusion of soft hair and no freckles....
3) I have a really funny picture of my husband that I once used to scare away the bird that was stalking my sliding backdoor. Now that would be funny....until he found out.
So many decisions! The worst part is that these pictures are going in an album with the worksheet to be sent home to each family after its completion. I think I'll make an appointment at Glamour Shots....I imagine my husband will look fantastic in a boa, surrounded by laser lighting.
Why didn't they just recast the original people and have them pick up where they left off? At least I could bask in the heat that is the Andrea - Jesse passion, or the hypnotizing dance of Dylan's amputated eyebrow.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
To ensure every person eligible has the opportunity to attend, a group of women in North Carolina (headed by Julie the Nurse) are collecting gowns for the occasion. Each woman will pay $1 for a gown, and they can only choose one.
If you are like me (my closet is a history of cocktail dresses that have seen more weddings than a Las Vegas chapel), and you can find the time to swing by the post office tomorrow, please send whatever formal dresses you no longer have use for to:
Julie Weaver 109 Emmen Rd., New Bern, NC 28562.
Any dresses not used wil be donated to charity.
The only catch is that she needs it by the end of the week!!!
Thanks, in advance, for your consideration.
Monday, September 8, 2008
I feel more confident managing the morning rush to ensure she is neatly dressed, well fed, and drained of all "bladdery" fluids. I think I can do this....and she loves it.
But as goes everything with parenting, once you get comfortable, they enter a new phase.
This week begins.....dance class!!
Well, "Pre-Dance" as the Academy designates it. It is a formal introduction to ballet, jazz, tap, and expressive movement (I'm not sure what they mean by "expressive movement" but it better not include a poll). The class is also designated for the littlest dancers and so I may just explode from all the cuteness I am certain is coming my way.
The preparation for class was more than a little involved as specific directions for leotards, ballet shoes, and tap shoes were disseminated, leading us all to rush around and compare interpretations to make sure we got everything right. We also have to make sure their hair is firmly pulled back with no fly aways, which means "expressive wrestling" will also be introduced as I attempt to finagle a bun on someone who hates anything having to do with well groomed hair.
Parenting truly is life's great experiment.
In 2008, he loses the Superbowl to the typically talentless Giants in what many consider to be the upset of the century. Then, he begins the season by tearing his ACL.
What's that word? I think it rhymes with blarma....and I also think I hear Lawyer Boy weeping somewhere far, far away.
Hmmm.....I knew I shouldn't have drafted him.
Though the above clip is arguably his greatest moment, Eric Martin (former lead singer of the short-loved rock band Mr. Big) went on to dabble in a solo career to capitalize on the band's great Japanese following (that is not a joke).
Since then, he has joined with equally legendary rockers Gunnar Nelson, Matthew Nelson, Kelly Keager (Night Ranger), and Mark Slaughter (Slaughter) to form the very unsucessful group "Scrap Metal".