I am so angry with kids that just don't get it. "No place for hate" does not exist in Boyertown School district. It is by far one of the worst places I have experienced for bullying of kids. The comments made to my child over the last 2 and 1/2 years have boiled over today and I am done....done with trying to have kids work it out amongst themselves. Enough is enough.
Two kids in my child's class said such hateful things today that the pain I feel is visceral. I feel as though someone has literally stabbed me in the heart and laughed while doing it. It's amazing how quickly something like this can take you smack back to when I was a child and was taunted and teased. Such anger that comes from deep down inside.
I can remember being teased horrible as a new student in middle school in 8th grade. I didn't think I would live through it. I didn't think that there was a single person that was remotely kind or accepting of someone new. I am 41 years old and when this happened to my child today I quickly was transported back in time to being 13 years old.....chubby, short, braces with short hair that didn't look like all the other girls in my class.....and was about to endure a few years of being picked on because of these things.
It is amazing how such a painful experience can shape a person forever. Since I know this first hand and what it can do and did do to me....I just want to die inside. I want tell my child, its my fault you are being picked on....I must have passed it down through a gene. Then another part of me wants to take those kids that are doing this and flash them forward in time to show them what losers they will end up to be....cause I have seen that end product too, and know its highly likely....especially if there only means of making themselves feel good is to put others down or treat them awful.....they will surely not amount to much more then bullies in adulthood....they are the losers.
So many peoples lives have been changed by bullies like these....some have overcome the taunts and teasing and gone on to be amazing people....others have had their self-esteem destroyed and are unable to bounce back and there are some that have taken their own lives feeling so worthless because of kids like these kids.....when is it enough....when?
Monday, May 17, 2010
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Robins Egg Blue
When I was a kid I can remember going to art class and working on a piece of pottery that I could not wait to paint Robins Egg Blue. It was by far one of the uglies pieces of pottery you have ever seen but I just knew that the Robins Egg Blue glaze I was putting on it was going to make it the most beautiful piece.....I just knew that color would make all the difference. I glazed that puppy up and had the teacher throw it in the kiln. I could not wait to get to the next art class to see my master piece.....which turned out to be a really ugly piece of pottery the shade of Robins Egg Blue.....so much for the color making the piece.
Flashforward 30 years.....now at the age of 41 I must be thinking the same thing about Robins Egg Blue. Only this time the Robins Egg Blue color is not on pottery but actually my undergarments. I knew the underwear and matching bra must have caught my eye....and I also know that I must have been thinking that color was going to turn this out of shape 40 something body into a master piece. Damn color. Needless to say a trip to the mall with ones 14 year old daughter proved that Robins Egg Blue does nothing for a flabby old body.
Ah...the horror! I was standing in the dressing room taking off my capris and my shirt. Getting ready to try on a dress that again...I thought would hide all of my imperfections....Then it hit me. I was standing there in my Robins Egg Blue Bra and Robins Egg Blue granny panties and it was not a scene that should be witnessed by those with weak stomachs. I have to give it to my daughter....she really held it together and her 14 year old tongue which could no doubt have harpooned the sight in the mirror. Note to self, if Robins Egg Blue did not improve the ugliest piece of pottery in 6th grade it certainly isn't going to improve the 40 something body of a Champion Eater.
Flashforward 30 years.....now at the age of 41 I must be thinking the same thing about Robins Egg Blue. Only this time the Robins Egg Blue color is not on pottery but actually my undergarments. I knew the underwear and matching bra must have caught my eye....and I also know that I must have been thinking that color was going to turn this out of shape 40 something body into a master piece. Damn color. Needless to say a trip to the mall with ones 14 year old daughter proved that Robins Egg Blue does nothing for a flabby old body.
Ah...the horror! I was standing in the dressing room taking off my capris and my shirt. Getting ready to try on a dress that again...I thought would hide all of my imperfections....Then it hit me. I was standing there in my Robins Egg Blue Bra and Robins Egg Blue granny panties and it was not a scene that should be witnessed by those with weak stomachs. I have to give it to my daughter....she really held it together and her 14 year old tongue which could no doubt have harpooned the sight in the mirror. Note to self, if Robins Egg Blue did not improve the ugliest piece of pottery in 6th grade it certainly isn't going to improve the 40 something body of a Champion Eater.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Starbucks
This week I am a way for for work. I am in the beautiful Northwest of the country....Washington State. To be exact I am in Spokane which is extremely Eastern Washington state. The weather has been less then desirable but the people are so nice in the Northwest that it really makes up for the lack of sunshine.
This morning when I got up to make coffee in my hotel room I ripped the filter that the coffee was in and needless to say was unable to make coffee. No coffee makes Jen a very sluggish girl. On my way to the office I decided to stop for coffee and headed to McDonald's. When I pulled into the parking lot there gleaming in green was a Starbucks and I knew that I was going there instead of Mickey D's.
I first thought of going through the drive through since the weather is cold and wet but the line was so long that I decided it was worth it to go inside to order. There was no line inside and I was ready to go.
Ordering at Starbucks can be as intimidating as ordering at Geno's steaks in south Philly. You don't want to sound like an idiot but yet you want to make sure that you are getting the coffee you want....plus deep down you want to appear cool. I had practiced my line in the hotel when I was in Seattle and it had worked there so I was feeling much more confident about ordering this time. I walked up to the barista and placed my order with authority. "I'll have a tall skinny mocha latte". She wrote on the cup and within minutes I had my skinny mocha...in all it's yummy deliciousness. Walking back to the car I felt a sense of accomplishment as well as the warmth of the cup in my hand and the taste of the perfectly blended coffee and chocolate.....I think I have finally graduated to being an order pro at Starbucks.
This morning when I got up to make coffee in my hotel room I ripped the filter that the coffee was in and needless to say was unable to make coffee. No coffee makes Jen a very sluggish girl. On my way to the office I decided to stop for coffee and headed to McDonald's. When I pulled into the parking lot there gleaming in green was a Starbucks and I knew that I was going there instead of Mickey D's.
I first thought of going through the drive through since the weather is cold and wet but the line was so long that I decided it was worth it to go inside to order. There was no line inside and I was ready to go.
Ordering at Starbucks can be as intimidating as ordering at Geno's steaks in south Philly. You don't want to sound like an idiot but yet you want to make sure that you are getting the coffee you want....plus deep down you want to appear cool. I had practiced my line in the hotel when I was in Seattle and it had worked there so I was feeling much more confident about ordering this time. I walked up to the barista and placed my order with authority. "I'll have a tall skinny mocha latte". She wrote on the cup and within minutes I had my skinny mocha...in all it's yummy deliciousness. Walking back to the car I felt a sense of accomplishment as well as the warmth of the cup in my hand and the taste of the perfectly blended coffee and chocolate.....I think I have finally graduated to being an order pro at Starbucks.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Claiming States
My husband and I have had this ongoing competition as to which has been to the most states. I have always felt that landing in an airport within a state is not the same as actually going to the state. My husband of course believes that it does count.
Which brings me to this topic is I am currently on a trip to Eastern Washington state for work. Both of us have been to Washington State so its not as though I am now one ahead. I did drive over to Idaho last night but that state has also been "claimed" by my husband. So I am on a mission to "claim" Montana. According to my local co-workers it should only take me an hour maybe hour and ten to get to the state line from the office. Tomorrow is stake a "Claim" day and I will be heading out for Montana after work.
The whole "Claiming States" thing got me to thinking about what exactly makes a marriage happy or exciting. I realize for most that "claiming" a state is not very exciting but for me and the hub...it is and its just one of the many little things that make us excited about our marriage, our friendship our life together. Its a little game between just the two of us that brings out the competitive side yet makes us laugh at the same time. It is through these little things I realize how blessed I am to have the man I married and the life we have together.
Which brings me to this topic is I am currently on a trip to Eastern Washington state for work. Both of us have been to Washington State so its not as though I am now one ahead. I did drive over to Idaho last night but that state has also been "claimed" by my husband. So I am on a mission to "claim" Montana. According to my local co-workers it should only take me an hour maybe hour and ten to get to the state line from the office. Tomorrow is stake a "Claim" day and I will be heading out for Montana after work.
The whole "Claiming States" thing got me to thinking about what exactly makes a marriage happy or exciting. I realize for most that "claiming" a state is not very exciting but for me and the hub...it is and its just one of the many little things that make us excited about our marriage, our friendship our life together. Its a little game between just the two of us that brings out the competitive side yet makes us laugh at the same time. It is through these little things I realize how blessed I am to have the man I married and the life we have together.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Wednesday April 21, 2010
I'd like to say I am original and thought about doing a blog all on my own but that would not be the truth. A good friend was discussing her blog last night and I thought I would give it a try....see what happens......you never know.
Whats got me all Jacked up today? Could be lots of things...but the one that is really standing out is a phone call that came this morning. It was one of those phone calls made by someone who was thinking you weren't home so they could make it look like they care by leaving a message on your answering machine. Only thing was as they were leaving the message you picked up the phone and they hung up. Since you saw their phone number on caller id you know which phone they were calling from and then try to pretend they aren't home when you dial them back at that number immediately......Dude.....seriously......seriously! You've been called out.
Being Jacked up is not always about something that makes you complain. Last night I was all Jacked up on sugar. In it's own way it was pretty sweet....no pun intended. It did remind me of Ricky Bobby though and being all Jacked up on Mountain Dew. Since being on Weight Watchers for the last 6 weeks I have had minimal sugar. Last night I let myself go and just take it all in.....needless to say when you have been living on Splenda for over a month the real deal is something to write home about. So today, I am back on the Splenda wagon.....sugar in check and all that good stuff.
Whats got me all Jacked up today? Could be lots of things...but the one that is really standing out is a phone call that came this morning. It was one of those phone calls made by someone who was thinking you weren't home so they could make it look like they care by leaving a message on your answering machine. Only thing was as they were leaving the message you picked up the phone and they hung up. Since you saw their phone number on caller id you know which phone they were calling from and then try to pretend they aren't home when you dial them back at that number immediately......Dude.....seriously......seriously! You've been called out.
Being Jacked up is not always about something that makes you complain. Last night I was all Jacked up on sugar. In it's own way it was pretty sweet....no pun intended. It did remind me of Ricky Bobby though and being all Jacked up on Mountain Dew. Since being on Weight Watchers for the last 6 weeks I have had minimal sugar. Last night I let myself go and just take it all in.....needless to say when you have been living on Splenda for over a month the real deal is something to write home about. So today, I am back on the Splenda wagon.....sugar in check and all that good stuff.
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