REDEEMED
Job 33:28
Tuesday, April 23, 2024
That time the little guy deserved the beat-down
Wednesday, February 28, 2024
Chrystal from 7th grade
There are some names, which even as an adolescent, I thought sounded flagitious. Just kidding. I only learned that word today, and truthfully, it is not exactly the word that I want to use. Flagitious means criminal or villainous. It is a synonym for nefarious. I want a word that means, "Your name sounds like your mom expected you to grow up to be a pole dancer." I found the words "unchaste" and "licentious" but those are about sexually driven behaviors. I mean- maybe a pole dancer is unchaste and licentious, but let's give them the benefit of the doubt. (Are there male pole dancers?!)
In my search for the best word to start this blog, I found a phrase- "not cricket." The definition is "something contrary to traditional standards of fairness or rectitude." So then I had to look up rectitude. That means "morally correct behavior or thinking; righteousness". So- now we are getting somewhere in this story-
I begin:
Yesterday a memory about Chrystal from 7th grade came into my head. Thinking about Chrystal made me think about Desiree, which made me think about Amber. These are all girls I knew in 7th grade. All girls who I thought, because of their names (only) were " not cricket." It's terrible to judge people based on their names alone- they didn't even choose their names- but the fact was I was a pretty judge-y kid.
I was also "not cricket" in the ways that I treated Chrystal. Poor soul. Sorry Chrystal, wherever you are.
One day my friend and I were in the locker room talking about our mothers' ages. Who knows why? I was 12, so I said, "My mom is 39. My friend said, "My mom is 37." Chystal, who was not involved in the conversation chimed in and said, "Your moms are so old!"
I said, "What? No, they're not! Those are normal ages for moms!" (like moms have normal ages)
She said, "My mother is 28."
I said, "That's not true, do you mean your mom was 28 when you were born?"
She said, "No, she's 28 right now."
I said, "Your mom's 28, and you're 12?"
"Yeah."
"So, your mom was 16 when you were born?"
"Yeah."
"Wow."
She goes on, "My grandmother is 44."
Me: "Are you sure?"
Her: "Yeah!"
Me: "You probably shouldn't tell people that."
Her: "Why not?"
Me: "Because it's a pattern."
Her: "What are you talking about?"
Me: "Your mom had you when she was 16."
Her: "Yeah."
Me: "Your grandmother had your mom when she was 15."
Her: "Yeah."
Me: "Are you going to have a baby when you are 15 too?"
Her: "Of course not. I'm going to college."
And here's where things go off the rails.
Me: "No, you're not."
Her: "Yes, I am. I have a plan."
Me: "They won't let you in college if you get caught fighting in school."
Her: "I never fight in school!"
Me: "You just fought with me."
Her: "No, I didn't."
I look at my friend, "Did you just see her start a fight with me?"
My friend: "Yeah."
Me: "See?"
Her: "You can't do that! You'll get in trouble for fighting too!"
Me: "So what, I'm not going to college."
She starts crying, "I want to go to college! I can't go to college if I get in trouble for fighting! Don't fight with me!"
I felt bad. I say, "Crystal, I'm just kidding. I'm not going to fight you. Anyway, you can still go to college even if you do get in trouble for fighting. We are in 7th grade!"
She's all hysterical now, "No! If I get a bad report on my school record I can never go to college!"
I say, "Chrystal, calm down- everything is fine- let's go. I'm not going to fight you."
Every day after that Chrystal looked at me like a scared rabbit. Like I was the ruination of the dreams of generations.
If she was annoying me I'd hold up my fist and she'd leave.
I bet she was super happy when I moved away at the end of 7th grade.
Lost in the chaos
I can't find the paddle that kneads the bread in my bread machine. I felt compelled to let someone know this was my dilemma. Inshallah that is my only problem right?
It is not my only problem. The big picture is that there are a lot of things in my house that I need to get rid of. The detail in that picture is that everyone in my family is a saver. We want to save everything-
"I can use this!"
"I can make something out of that!"
"Can I have that?"
"Why?!"
"I like it."
"Why did you bring that home?"
"It was free."
"I found it".
"It's still good!"
"What's it good for?"
"I don't know. Yet!"
"PUT THAT BACK IN THE TRASH!!"
It's my own fault. I say, "Hey, look at the cool rock!" They say, "I want it!" Now I have approximately 537 rocks in my house.
Perhaps my bread machine kneading paddle is in with the rocks.
Monday, January 01, 2024
My third grade teacher was right
When I was in third grade my favorite teacher, Mrs. Richmond, told us that even though we had to learn the imperial measuring system, we also had to learn the metric system. She was sure that by the time we grew up the whole USA would use the metric system exclusively.
Here's me now-
I got a call from the doctor after the ultrasound. The doctor said, "The ultrasound shows that you have a large ovarian cyst on the left measuring 13 centimeters and several small ones on the right measuring 3-5 centimeters each. We have scheduled you for an MRI." Then she said the thing that no woman wants to hear- "And someone ate all the tacos."
No- that's not what she said. She said, "I've recommended you to a gynecological oncologist."
So I said, "Okay."
And that was the end of the conversation.
Next, I had to think about how big 13 centimeters is. Mrs. Richmond would be disappointed. I pulled out my ruler. I looked at the metric side and measured to 13. I looked at it and thought- 'Is this big for an ovarian cyst? seems pretty small to me.' Then I realized that I had measured 13mm, not 13cm.
Then I measured 13cm and found it was about 5 inches. I still don't know what that means. 13cm long? 13cm diameter? I don't know.
I got the MRI- that was an event I'd rather not experience.
I had made an appointment with my gynecologist a month before when I had experienced the pain the last time. (It took that long to get in.) So I told her all my issues and showed her all my test results, and she told me what she thought it was and suggested that I "get rid of everything." She said, "you're almost 50, you don't need it!"
That sounded good to me.
When I went to talk to my surgeon, he said, "So- if we are going by the book I'd leave an ovary in if it isn't damaged."
I said, "Why?"
He said, "For hormones. Research suggests that women who start menopause surgically are at higher risks for several illnesses."
I said, "But I'm 50." When does menopause start for most women?
He said, "Between 52-54."
I said, "My gynecologist recommended that you take it all, and I'm okay with that."
He said, "Who is your gynecologist?"
I said, "Dr. Udell."
He said, "Kim Udell?"
I said, "Yeah."
He said, "She would say that."
He said, "You can decide, but going by the book, I'd leave one."
I said, "Okay- take it all."
In the end, the surgeon decided that although he was "pretty sure" that the cysts were not cancer, he didn't want to rupture them just in case. Since the cyst was so large he said he couldn't do the surgery laparoscopically, nor could he do it vaginally. He also said he would normally do the surgery in the same manner as a C-section, but since I have had 4 C-sections already, he thought there was too much scar tissue.
So ... I have 9-10 inch scar from my belly button all the way down to my C-section scar.
The doctor said the recovery would be similar to a C-section.
I disagree.
It was terrible.
It still hurts more than 6 weeks later.
But- I'm mostly healed and optimistic for the new year- just a few organs lighter.
Tuesday, October 17, 2023
the tech with no poker face
Wednesday, September 06, 2023
This is in fact my circus
I had a professional observation today.
This is how it went-
Imagine you are a monkey handler in a circus.
You only speak English, but the monkeys insist they only understand monkey talk. However, you know that they know more than they are letting on.
The monkeys don't remember anything you've ever said. In fact, maybe you never even said anything, ever before. Who are you? Have the monkeys ever seen you before?
So, when you say, 'Remember last time when we did X?" they just look at you with their blank little monkey eyes in their blank little monkey faces. So innocent.
Then they turn on Tejano music on their phones, run away before the tardy bell rings, insist they don't understand anything, and either sit there looking forlorn and lost- or chatter incessantly with their monkey friends. While you find yourself saying things like, "Sit down. Put your phone away. Let go of his head! Do this work. Pick up your pencil. No, this is not right, the answer is here- it's right here- just write this word on this line!"
I had a student from Poland once. Whenever she met a problem, she would say, "Not my circus, not my monkeys"- a Polish proverb meaning "this mess is not my problem, and the people causing the problem are not my concern."
The problem here is- it is my circus- and they are my monkeys.
I so look forward to the caustic feedback I'm going to get from this one.
Tuesday, August 01, 2023
Tuesday, July 25, 2023
Moth Night
A conversation with my husband
Him: Tomorrow night is Moth Night
Me: It is not!
Him: Yes it is! I sent you an email about it. It's Moth Night at the ... you know ... moth museum.
Me: You're just making that up.
Him: I'm pulling up the email right now.
Me: We don't have a moth museum! You are ridiculous!
Him: Look at this! (passes the phone to me)
Me: "It's Moth Night at River Legacy Park Nature Area on July 25." What? How is this even a thing?
Him: The girls want to go to Moth Night.
Me: I can't go to MOTH NIGHT! It's SHARK WEEK! Who puts Moth Night in the middle of Shark Week? You should take them to Moth Night!
Him: I can't.
Me: Why NOT!?
Him: I have a meeting.
Me: You have a meeting at 8:30PM?
Him: I don't know how long it will last.
Me: UGH- what kind of meeting?
Him: City Council.
Me: I seriously question the leadership of this city. First, they put Moth Night in the middle of Shark Week, then they schedule a city council meeting on MOTH NIGHT!? I didn't vote for this.
Saturday, June 10, 2023
Do yourself
Do yourself |
In 2007 my friend M gave me a sketchbook. She had lived in Korea for years, and we had decided together to learn how to draw. On the front cover it says, "Do yourself. Nobody is invited on your life. Fill out your own style." (Sidenote- I do love a foreign-made product with silly English sayings on it.)
In the beginning |
The cider was better |
We signed up for a class at the community college and although we went to the class faithfully all session- I can't say we got much better.
I'm not sure exactly what happened in May of 2008, but there is only one undated drawing after that.
I say I'm not sure 'exactly,' because I remember the broad strokes of things that happened- and in the end M and I were not friends anymore. I stopped drawing in my little Korean notebook. But I kept it. I moved it around from apartment to apartment to house, to duplex to house to house. Here it is. Sitting on my shelf 1/3 of the pages used- until this year. I decided to complete at least one of my sketchbooks. I choose this one because it already had some pages complete because it is small- because every once in a while I think about M and wonder what she does in her free time these days.
check out my purse |
Sunday, May 28, 2023
Gen X in decline
Some years ago I learned an acquaintance from college had terminal cancer. He had made some mistakes, and in his last months, he was changing, apologizing, and working to get back to who he wanted to be. His kids were young teens- he was the first (that I heard) of my peers passing.
Lately, the news of terminal illnesses and sudden endings has been coming more frequently. My great friend Scott passed after a long illness. Scott, who was by far the sweetest, kindest, most generous human I knew. He was long-suffering and Christlike. He was forgiving and joyful even in the pain. Scott is safe in Jesus but is sorely missed by many still here.
This past week I woke up at 5:50 and I was already thinking about Scott and his sister who misses him daily. Then I thought of my friend from middle school, Jennifer. Jen's long suffered the same illness as Scott. She had never had it easy- her mom passed when she was a baby- she was the oldest of a very large and poor family. She had experienced her own health problems for many years. She had a son just out of high school. It was just them for a long while, but then in her 30s she married and started her second family. Her second son was meeting milestones until he was about 3 when he started to have trouble walking, and potty training gains reversed. He was diagnosed with autism. Around that time she lost a baby in a late-term miscarriage. That was devastating, but not long after she had another son- he had Spina Bifida and was also later diagnosed with autism. She had a fierce love for those boys- her husband left her, so she was alone to work, advocate for her special needs kids, and deal with her own health issues. She was in and out of the hospital, with surgeries, long recoveries, treatments- general ill health, and still she fought with all her power to get everything for her kids.
She passed on Easter Sunday.
When I learned that she had passed I thought of another friend from high school who had recently announced on FB that she was fighting breast cancer. She too has a long story of struggles. Sexual and physical abuse destroyed her self-worth, and just when she had finally escaped to a happier place with her kids and her family- she gets this . . . As always she put on her armor and stepped into the storm-
I tried to check on her via Facebook yesterday, but I no longer had access. I don't know what that means. I hope it means that she's decided to cull her friends list to people she regularly interacts with so that she can focus on her recovery.
So, THANK YOU GOD for my personal health, and the health, and wellness of my husband and children. THANK YOU for helping me grow and move through my own struggles. GOD BLESS those struggling with health issues for themselves and their families. Comfort, Calm, Rest, Understanding, a return of JOY, and Growth in YOU for my acquaintances, friends, and family who are struggling.
Thursday, May 04, 2023
update local bucket list
Last month I wrote a local bucket list- and I have been working on it- accomplished some things- not started many things. I could add some things-
Every day I try to do a few things- maybe just 10 minutes a day, but any little bit helps me not turn into mush.
Every day I try to do these things for at least 10 minutes:
Draw and/or paint
Study a language (Spanish or French)
Read a book
Listen to the Bible in a Year podcast
The things I should tell myself to do every day?
Exercise
Clean the house
Fold the laundry
Organize my office
Work on future lesson plans
Bible study
Well, darling- summer is coming. Here's what I know about summer when you are a school teacher- those seem to be the sweetest two months of the year. Even sweeter because you have survived the school year.
I work at a Title 1 school, which means lots of low-income kids- which comes with challenges many people would never consider. I came in having already considered them- being that I was a low-income kid myself.
Sweet-Hot-Lazy summer- I have never looked so forward to you! Three weeks left of school. Three.
Here's an unusual reason I'm looking forward to summer this year. Pandemic residue. I guess I didn't really process it at the time, but looking back on the pandemic I realize I was overwhelmed with all of it. And the more overwhelmed I felt, the more it manifested in the house. Things started piling up. Papers, books, clothes, toys- things that need to be sorted and donated and tossed just sat around. And the more stuff that sat around the more I looked at it and felt like giving up. I couldn't make decisions about what to do with it. Even when I did make a choice I couldn't effectively execute the plan.
Now I'm looking at the mess- an embarrassing mess of stuff and thinking- summer is coming. I'm going to say, "Thank you for your service, goodbye" to some things all over the house. I HOPE. I really need to get started now- but I am also lazy.
I would like to take the girls on vacation. I would love a beach- but a cooler beach- a northern beach. A cold water, warm sand nothing to do beach- but that's not really for kids- it's for me. The kids want a something to do all the time vacation. They want to go to Sicily to visit their cousins. I want to do that too- but then money. :)
Here is my updated Bucket list
1. I have not started a fire without matches or lighter- this seems like a summer activity
2. I have made one self portait. (1/7)
3. 13/24 books read
4. 18/52 blogs written
5. 18/49 pages left in an art journal which I had already started some years ago.
6. 162/300 days in Duolingo
7. Teacher cert- no progress X
8. Write a kid's book X
9. Acupuncture X
10. Embroider Lord's prayer X
11. Baby booties X
12. James Method X