Sep 20

Today In My Life

745 Breakfast duty – greet students, smile, hurry along to get food, but not too fast because thou shalt not run!

800 See new student coming in with Principal, greet her like she’s long lost kin. Swap breakfast duty with principal, Hug a student back when she hugs me. Even though the hygiene is sketchy. Because I know things about this student that would make me scream in the night if I thought too much about it. Because if this student trusts me enough to hug me, I’m sure as shit gonna give this student that. Take new student to class. Help her choose what she wants for lunch, find her desk, find her a pencil because she has no school supplies. Hear secretary calling my name, while taking permission to test paperwork from a Kindergartner. Go see secretary, get supplies for new student that the office has on hand for students who just aren’t gonna get to go to the great wallyworld to get all new things. Put supplies on my desk to take to her later rather than strolling in “Hey! Here’s yer stuff!”

810 Trying to walk out the door to go to TWO IEP meetings, meet parent in doorway and schedule a different IEP meeting, talk to parent, walk to car, realize I’ve forgotten half my things, go back, get things, get to car, get to meeting 5 minutes late, which is fine because the parents haven’t shown. Commune with sped teacher about all our students.

840 Parents arrive after having a “livestock issue” that made them late. Discuss student one. They are grateful to hear we have ideas to actually GASP teach her since her last teacher said she would be surprised if she ever had the skills to leave home. Uh. No. See also. Duh dumbass teacher. Finish talking about student one, proceed to talking about student two, get phone numbers from parents so we can be sure we can get a hold of them when the inevitable behaviors of student two surface.

945 Return to my building. Take a lunch bag down to the Kindergarten. Peek at new student. Library duty. Mark absent student and mental note to see him later in the week. Document the five other students I didn’t see because I was in IEP meetings. Try to learn how to give a new test. Discover materials are missing. Email sped director about “hey I have a few hundred dollars of test here that is worthless because 13 stimulus cards of clouds and cowboy hats are missing.” Get supplies for new student to classroom teacher.

1110 Look up. Late to pick up “high needs student”. The one they all warned me about. Who I laugh about because she weighs 35 pounds dripping wet. I’ve been threatened by kids twice my size that I was going to be punched in the stomach. When I was pregnant. Before I was showing. This little squeak ain’t gonna phase me. Don’t care how many times she (practically unintelligibly) tells me “shit” “shut up” and “goddamnit”. Go get her. Artic drill her like crazy for 20 minutes. Take her back to class. About face halfway there. Take her to nurse. Because she’s peed out. Get Lysol from nurse and go spray down peed in chair in my classroom. Take her freshly changed back to class as I swing a plastic bag of wet shorts with a song in my heart and whistling a happy tune. Go to lunchroom to make sure my new student will get lunch even though her free lunch paperwork isn’t in the computer yet. Email sped director that I borked something in the computer and no longer have documentation for permission to test on a student who’s parents are not easy to get to respond to things like permission to test notes.

1150 Go to see “student two” who isn’t in his room because he’s in the “buddy room” take barely reading preprimer level in 4th grade student back to my room and watch as he dismantles electronics while looking for batteries as he tells me about being five years old and taking his dad’s motorcycle apart. Smile inside.

1220 Lunch duty. Find out a student has Aspergers and is on a 504. Wonder just who tf is in charge of that since I’ve never known about it. ID a student crying. Let other teacher deal with it. Golden boy of class had told him he smelled like poop because he didn’t wipe. Classy. Shake head as teacher puts golden boy at table alone for the duration of lunch today and maybe the next two days. Jackass.

100 – Observe 2 students in classroom. Take notes. Observe two more students in another class. Go to see other sped teacher, take squeak from pee story above out of her classroom to the principal’s office since squeak was throwing papers on the floor, leg clinging and starting to hit. Principal not there. Sit with her in office till she’s ready to try again. Walk her back to class, direct her on what to do. Watch her pick up papers and NOT ankle bite anyone. Go talk to OT, get cushion for chair to see if it will help a student sit still, take back to classroom, leave note for teacher about it. Glance in at new student. Talk to teacher.

225 Still in my building, supposed to be in other building. Call that teacher, reschedule for tomorrow. Realize I haven’t peed today. Go to workroom, get cut off by gym teacher. Consider peeing on his shoes, go to other bathroom instead. After getting another permission to test form out of my mailbox. Go get student, test hearing. For first time since grad school. Yay! The student can hear! Take her back to class. Reply to email, reply to email, reply to email. Give student two’s phone numbers to office, recite them three times for the three students from that family in our building. Realize student who I’m supposed to “buddy” to the bus on Wednesday will be buddyless today because both the other teachers are out. Go to Kindergarten, get one student packed up to go home, get the other buddy, get him on the bus, meet parent for IEP meeting [this parent used to live downstairs from the Dude and I [AWKWARD], she and her kids don’t recognize me thanks to being out of context, minus thirty pounds and 6 inches of hair] have IEP meeting, wave parent goodbye, mental floss that I have heard her headboard banging, sit at my desk and pant, the [work] day is done.

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Sep 19

Still Screamin’

I’m okay y’all. I’m screamin’ it out. But I’m okay.

I guess that post is one that was in my head one way and came out another way.

I don’t like to be patient. I don’t like to wait and see. I want to know if my energy spent is worth it. Especially after spending so much of the last year on something most definitely NOT worth my energy and then recovering from said energy drain.

If I have an opportunity, I want to know how it will benefit or cost Alex and I. If someone is in my life, I want to know they are invested in me and in Alex. If I have a job, I want to know it will be there next year. If I have a garbage disposal, I want to know what to do when all it will do it sit there and hum at me and not let the marshmallows from the Lucky Charms go down the drain.

I’m not great at having faith, been kicked in the teeth one too many times for that trust to come easily to me. Right now I’m in a situation with an opportunity where if I just KNEW the outcome, I would be content. I DON’T know the outcome, and as my crystal ball is currently on backorder, my role is to wait and find my patience.

I also don’t want to make snap decisions – turn my back on an opportunity because I can’t get all the facts RIGHT NOW! The urge to say fuckit and move on is strong . . .

Emotions, Logic, Pro Con Pro, Sit silently, Pray, Resist. The. Urge. To. Push.

I’m trying to listen to my gut, since I’ve had plenty of lessons in that, and I thought I was getting pretty good at it, but right now my gut my mind and my heart REFUSE to come to any kind of consensus. They are all screaming too and I just. can’t. hear.

So I scream along with them, and like the mom who screams back at the baby because she just can’t take the screaming anymore – it doesn’t do any good.

So I chase my tail so far and fast that I’m motion sick and slightly crazy. (uh, crazier)

So I flip a coin – wait or run, wait or run – I drop the quarter before I am ready, I let it settle to the floor – sick because I think I know what side it is on -

I am wrong – it landed on the side I wanted -

And so I go on.

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Sep 18

Scream it Out

Yannow the Linkin Park song Bleed it Out?

In my case it’s scream it out.

er. make that

SCREAM IT OUT

I’m just that mess of so much that needs to GET OUT

After a week of being sick . . . without energy . . . the walls of the house closing in as I can.not.function and can only sleep to get the will to get out of bed to cough another day  . . .

I am finally feeling better –  not perfect – but good enough to be stir crazy – to see the clothes on the floor and want to lose my mind.

I’ve had so much time to lay around and think and think and Think and THINK that my thoughts are a tornado of swirls and I can barely catch the tail of my plan, of my future, of whatever I’ve organized in my head to be my next step.

I settle myself into a plan – already forgotten by the next time I think about it – so I have to go through the motions of figuring it out again – spending that energy and that time slowing going freaking crazy in the swirl of thoughts.

I have no doubts about what is important. I *know* VERY CLEARLY what I want, what I hold most dear. I am done with the old, the broken. I know the direction I want to take my Alex and I, yet we aren’t moving that way – we are sitting at a red light of the intersection of life, watching the traffic whizzing by, inching forward , wondering if the sensor missed our presence, wondering just how long till we get to go OVAH THERE (for the loveuhgawd!)

I am standing here in my mental superhero cape poised and ready to jump but stuck waiting for the flag to drop to tell me it’s go time.

So I will sit here and SCREAM IT OUT.

 

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Sep 13

tribute to my sexy voice

Smelly Dawn, Smelly Dawn,
You smell like vapo rub
Smelly Dawn, Smelly Dawn
Wow barking co-ough!

You sound like a smoking vet
You’re not gonna sing at the Met
Smelly Dawn, Smelly Dawn
Wow barking co-ough!

Your students think you are insane
Your memory has gone down the drain
Its hard to know if they know their sounds
When your head feels like its in the ground!

Ev’rybody!

Smelly Dawn, Smelly Dawn,
You smell like vapo rub
Smelly Dawn, Smelly Dawn
Wow barking co-ough!

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Sep 11

Love and the City

I am a junkie for commentaries on dvds. I adore hearing what was on the minds of the people who created the thing I just watched.

I’ve watched the Sex and the City series over the last few weeks – which I haven’t done before – the last episode is just full of quoteworthy material.

“Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that’s just fabulous.”

I like watching a character go through their journey and then hearing the backstory on it – Like when Carrie and Big are laying on the floor of the hotel laughing and they haven’t had the big “you’re the one speech” yet but they are just dying laughing till they cry over how ridiculous the situation is to be all dressed up and laying on the floor of a hotel landing after she’s tripped him . . . and the commentators voice over is about how she never laughed with the Russian and

“she didn’t laugh once that night [with the Russian] – she’s not herself. Ideally to me if you can have the combo of passion and laughter? SOLD!”

It was one of those observations where I went Abso-fuckin-lutely!

I’ve been run over by the whole “love” thing before – thinking that the tinfoil model of “love” was something real – building “relationships” on the “foundation” of that tinfoil – and then being surprised and hurt when it all came crashing down.

Today in church I was pondering the half assed point the minister was trying to make and realized that for me, if my goal is to learn, then learning to be open to ME loving someone on my own terms is a huge lesson for me.

I’ve been hurt. I’ve been destroyed. I’ve rebuilt. I’ve found that exciting, challenging significant relationship with myself.

I’m learning that being passionate is wonderful. That laughter is so important, so healing, so foundation building.

I’m learning that the people I can laugh the hardest with are the ones who I love the most. And the people I can laugh with at the hardest times are the ones where that foundation of trust and of friendship is anything but tinfoil.

 

 

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Sep 07

people person

There’s a weird little flip side to the joys of independence.

The times that I can’t fill the role myself. Like listing “in case of emergency” contacts for work.

This week I was supposed to give the admin my emergency contacts. My mom was a no brainer (if a wee bit pathetic feeling) but a second contact . . . I had no idea. I had no “person”. I was crabby and bugged that I gave a shit that I had no easy answer for my “person”.

I have PEOPLE. Beautiful, wonderful PEOPLE. I have ME. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been, and you know why I’m bugged by that empty line? I don’t want to bother someone else. That line was like “who do you most want to inconvenience after your mother?”

Scout still has all my legal paperwork rights – which is great because if anything happens to me, it leaves him able to take care of Alex without anything tying his hands. The jokes about how he will sign a DNR for me if I have a hangnail are also pretty entertaining :) As for an “in case of emergency” – well I don’t think nine hours away is a good distance for reacting to emergency.

So it’s weird – the local people, I wouldn’t really want to inconvenience. The people I know would have my back, I don’t know if it’s really practical. And if it’s an emergency, I’m guessing I can’t really take care of myself.

So the line sits blank and waiting for an answer. Waiting for my person. Meanwhile, I’m grateful for all my people.

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Sep 05

I will make this a home if it kills me – and it might

Every day I do things on my own. The mom, the home owner, the teacher, the matriarch, the Dawn. I’m pretty bull headed obstinate stubborn determined to do this thing on my own – equal parts independence and not wanting to be a bother to someone else.

My shower head broke this week – spraying water out the back and the front and making an Alex worthy mess of things. My mom recommended a handy man. I bought a new one and happily discovered I can disconnect and reconnect a shower head in under ten minutes, no tools necessary. And tomorrow I will actually be brave enough to make sure it works!

I bought a television. Been here 6 months, finally have a couch, figured it was time for tv. Got overwhelmed, got a gentleman friend* to tell me exactly what to buy. After specific instructions, several clarifications, and much cranky butt confusion on my part, I have a tv and a blu-ray player all hooked up and functional in my living room. (Apparently I have to buy an HDMI cable and some other … fuck if I know …. cables …. to get the REALLY pretty picture in the moving picture box.)

I picked new sheets for my room, I added a memory foam topper (to try to remedy the fact I hate my mattress), I realized that my bed was now taller than my hip bone and several inches taller than my bedside tables. I disassembled my bed, moved the cats out of the way, moved my under-the-bed storage to by-the-bed storage (for now – it matches my clean laundry still on the floor), moved the cats out of the way, put the box spring on the floor, moved the cats out of the way, got the mattress monkey fucked back on by throwing it around and then sitting on the floor and using my feet to push it where I needed it -  and now my bed is several inches SHORTER than my bedside tables – but at least I don’t need stairs to haul myself into bed. The solution to this problem – I’m not sure yet. Ghetto college style cinderblocks? May just be a possibility. Except I’d be the one to have to haul those things around. Screw that.

 

[*Yeah, I think gentleman friend sounds totally lame too - but APPARENTLY "Captain Calico" isn't allowed, so you better come up with something ACME Secret Ident Kit worthy sooner or later :) ]

 

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Sep 04

Dearest Missouri

I’ve been an Arizona girl in the land of the silicone and sunsets. I’ve been a Minnesota girl with the all things fried on a stick at the State Fair. I’ve been a Kentucky girl surrounded by the history of Mary Todd Lincoln and beautiful tree lined streets and horse fields and bourbon.

I am the prodigal child. I leave, I berate her, I ignore her. She waits for me. Her wicked ice storms blast my homecomings. Her oppressive summer heat makes me sweat and forces my clothes to cling to my body. All four seasons – to the extremes.

Forest Park

I have come home from the desert in the spring and have been overjoyed at green trees over hills and valleys from my feet to the horizon.

Lovely Missouri Hills

Floating in her dirty rivers and lakes, I have connected with my friends – no matter how stretch marked from children or grey haired or calico haired – no matter how long its been since the last time – my huckleberry friends all come home to each other.

Gasconade River 2009

I bitch at her snowfall that turns to ice. (Always, ALWAYS on my birthday weekend.) Grateful the snow will melt in a few days so I can bitch about the mud it leaves behind.

April and May bring the lilacs that remind me of my grandma and our lilac bush. Once a year, she gives me that connection to that woman gone six years now.

Morels fried in cracker crumbs. Catfish fried in cornmeal.

Summer apples – picked warm from the tree, pesticide buffed off on my shorts and eaten right there. Pecans all over my grandma’s yard. Climbing on the roof with my cousins because the pecans on the roof needed to be picked up too.

Homecoming parades full of high school bands and Shriners on their little trikes and bikes and cars.

Hearing the football game from a mile away on a Friday night. Hearing the speedway from MILES away on a Saturday night.

Winding roads, trees, rocks, lakes. Seeing the forest and the trees.

Campfires and songs. Waking in a cabin up from a river bank, covered in thick morning foggy dew.

Mississippi River Scenic Byway in Missouri

Stealth bombers flying overhead as a common daily event.

I went all the way to Germany and loved it best because it reminded me of home.

This home. Where all my ancestors settled over a hundred fifty years ago. Old country cemeteries where I recognize most of the names.

Tiny towns of 300 people. Gravel county roads marked by letters and spotted with Century Farms. Numbered highways surrounded by corn. Adding in extra time for a drive because you never know when you’ll get stuck behind a tractor. The little twinge of decadent guilt when passing a Mennonite horse carriage.

Kansas City and the Plaza Lights and high end shopping.

Springfield and two-thirds of my colleges attended.

M-I-Z-Z-O-U. Jayhawk/Tiger rivalry trash talk at every family function. Royals, Chiefs and Rams.

The Cardinals who kick some serious Game Six Ass!

She ain’t sexy or glamorous. She’s plain spoken and Show Me attituded. I’ve fought her my whole life. Now here I am.

I am Missouri’s daughter. She is my home. As summer is beginning to give up its fight, I realize how ready I am to just rest in her.

She is my home, and with all her flaws and beauty, she is enough. Just like her daughter.

(photos link to original images)

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Aug 31

Puppy Boy

I know I’ve declared that all I have to be is me.

Days like today, there isn’t enough me.

Today Alex needed played and played hard. He kept trying to jump on me. He wanted on my shoulders. “Baby, I can’t do that.”

“Daddy can do it.”

“I know baby, but Mommy can’t.

He wanted to wrestle. He wrestled his teddy bear. (He also gave the teddy bear pretend milk because the teddy bear was sad – well rounded boy, that Alex.)

He needed people to run, jump, fall, tumble, wrestle, bike, tussle, hug, climb and beat on.

I wasn’t that person.

I’m okay with that.

But I hate it for him.

I wonder if I buy him a chew toy if it would help . . .

I wonder if Daddies feel this way when it comes to sitting and cuddling and talking and drying tears . . .***

 

*** Yeah yeah yeah, that’s a generalization that mom’s are calm and dad’s are fun, but dude – there IS something to be said for playing to one’s strengths.

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Aug 29

Rhythm Method

Ah. Rhythm. Routine. Schedule.

I crave it. I’m not good at keeping it – left on my own I’m far too airy fairy to follow a schedule. I’ve been trying ever since Alex was a wee tot to find a daily routine.

For the last year my routine has been make a mess, eat some fast food, have a smoke, repeat. Occasionally with a blast of cleaning or home repair.

But Rhythm. Ahh Rhythm.

It’s only been a week and I can feel the peace it’s bringing to me. I feel more centered, more capable, more likely to succeed.

I woke before my alarm at 645am. Which, lucky for me, because my alarm didn’t actually make any noise. (Man I need a new phone. And a paycheck. Bygones.) I put on clothes and HEELS (bad move – 4 bandaids on my feet later  . . .)

Last week, I put together the paper schedule for my students. Which is always a tricky thing – pulling students out of class – there are the ‘thou shalt nots’ – like from specials (aka phy ed, music art, recess, lunch) – there are the ‘thou mustn’ts’ (Reading time – aka CAT time. uh okay.) – then there’s the turf. ah the unwritten rules of turf. “oh you can’t take him during Phonics” Uh, wanna bet? Imma show you my federally mandated piece of paperwork signed by the district and parents and damn near God himself that says otherwise . . . .

Oh, but I digress. My bad.

I wrote out draft three of my schedule last week and walked in today on this sunny Monday to follow it and watched it blow the fuck right up :) Did I care? Nope. Really really didn’t. Because I was running around seeing kids, doing my job and documenting my heart out. I honestly have very little remembrance of what I did today because I was THAT busy. Which is fine – it’s all written in my notebook for me to compile the data on later.

I know I’m doing something right – a teacher stopped me in the hall and said, “You are SUCH a breath of fresh air – I want you to know I really appreciate it.”

At the end of the day, I revamped the schedule. Taking the red pen to it and going to talk to teachers. Tomorrow I will try it again, and see how intact I can keep it.

And my feet. Oh fricking aching feet. Running around in heels all day – sweet holy ouch.

On the home front, yesterday, Alex and I were superhero house cleaners. Or at least I was. He decorated my cabinets.

I really just quit on yesterday at that point. Fortunately today being a new day lets me know that I can set the timer and work on each other rooms in the house and find a bit of a rhythm, so MommyNAlex can have the home we want. (I would like to add that Alex just read this entire paragraph as I was typing it. It’s been said, “We all pray for smart kids, I don’t know that we want them as smart as yours.” Holy heck was he right.)

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Aug 25

The Red Dress

There’s this red dress. I bought it a year ago for BlogHer in New York. It worked well when I tried it on and held my breath and posed just right.

 

In practice, it was a little difficult to negotiate after several free drinks. I didn’t care, I was with my beesh . . . look at our smiles.
08.05.10 Dawn & MeI was shimmied into it when it didn’t really fit in January. I didn’t care. I was with my girls.
Blissdom 2011 by Mishelle Lane PhotographyMishi thought I was pretty and took pretty pictures of me in my red dress.

Now I feel awkward with my pretty pictures. I’ve yanked this picture out of this post at least twice. I almost deleted the whole post out of teh awkward.

But I was thinking of my dress . . . it should fit better now . . . I have no place to wear it and throw my arms around my friends to smile big for the camera and not realize or care about the multiple wardrobe malfunctions.

Tonight anyway.

I have plans. Fun and friends and a hot little red dress.

I’m gonna need some great shoes.

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Aug 23

What I Hold Most Dear

I’m going through old journals. I have quotes written in them, my own thoughts, my plans. This particular one is over ten years old.

I have two movie quotes my friend Ty shared with me:

Q: Are you in love?

A: I have memorized his phone number, I do not share his toothbrush, it’s somewhere in between.

(I believe it’s from Things to do in Denver when You’re Dead)

The next one I’ve used as a basis for my partners – It meshed well with what I always really thought, it was just phrased prettier

Make a list of the ten things you hold most dear. You never find someone to fill all ten, but if you fill five or six, you’ve done well.”

See. I don’t know about that anymore. Why not expect all ten? Are we selling ourselves and our potential relationships short by just assuming?

In any case. I have a list dated May 20, 2001 that I thought I’d share for giggles. :) Oh what that girl thought she knew. Oh how I wonder what I will think in 2021 of the girl I am now.

Things I Hold Most Dear

Home (I am a daughter of Missouri)

Writing – being able to share (2001 = preblogging wth?)

Family

Church

Camp friends (singing, talking, support, love of a good float trip)

Love

Career goals

Not being pushed away

Education

Ability to make it through the day without a drink or a toke

Having goals – wanting to do something

9-5 M-F regular schedule

Whistle or sing around the house

Make my heart beat faster

Wants kids/good with kids

A dance partner

Turns off the alarm on the first ring

That sharp haircut at the back of the neck

A reader

A roadtripper

 

September 4, 2001 (just before the whole damn world changed)

I learned I need a man I can adore, and I have to be smart enough that I make sure he matches the list and is good to me.

December 10, 2001

I learned I deserve a man who adores me too.

 

I wonder how I got so frickin’ lost along the way – but I know the answer. I did all that work on looking out at what I wanted and I never considered myself. Adoring myself. Nothing in there about choosing joy no matter what.

So if ya need me, I’ll be over here jumpin’ back and kissing myself :)

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Aug 22

Movin’ On

My wise friend Talyaa pointed out that while I may have disconnected from the Dude, that I was still holding on to the anger and hurt of the future I had planned on (and had been promised).

Taking her wise words, I dug out the papers I had with doodles and thoughts and plans . . . Papers I hadn’t thought of till she showed me what was going on that I hadn’t thought of.

So I made a house.

 

and then I burned it down.

 

I set myself free. Again.

Without malice. I just did what needed to be done. There is better out there for me than that future I was so attached to. I see clearly what I want, and why, and I know it’s the very best for me. The very, very, freaking best.

I

(Bulletin board next to my desk at work :) )

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