The End

I never thought that much about my dear behind

Until it started hurting and a doctor it did find

So now I sit and wonder as I travel through this bout

If it ever will  forgive me for ever having doubt

That it is so damn useful in oh so many ways

Dreaming of the sweeter and way more kinder days

When I could sit down on a chair and not feel any pain

And dance and splash through puddles in any happy rain

So dear behind forgive me for taking you for granted

And get me up from this darn couch on which I’m firmly planted!



I am lost

What do you do when a young man comes up

to you and tells you he has been in a gang for

over 6 years and wants out, is only 18 and

fears retaliation for a summer of

foolishness?  I have already lost one of my

students to this same gang.  I lost him to

a life time in prison.  And now my heart

breaks for this sweet baby. I am so lost…

speaking in public

Well, here I am and it isn’t even 7am. I am up and it is my day off.

I have a public speaking engagement…Ugh!

Why did I agree to this?

What do I wear?

What was I thinking?

Seven minutes seemed such a short time…it ISN”T!!!

Will my voice crack like a 12 year old boys?

How do I sum up the last 3 years?

What is my role as the Interact Club Adviser?

It takes on so many paths that I may sound like I am rambling (which I do well) and jumping all over the place like a frightened bunny trying to find a place to hide from the fox and the hound.

I can’t seem to organize my thoughts. hahahaha…the filing cabinet I call a brain has papers and remnants of days gone by all jammed in there waiting for a drawer to fly open.

I don’t want to embarrass the Rotary Adviser, she has such confidence in me. What was SHE thinking?  Doesn’t she know I ramble and ramble and ramble and find tangents in a straight line?

Will what I say make a difference?

Will anyone care?  I can’t remember the fun stories…I am drawing a blank!  Stage fright at its finest. I feel like I am in the dream where I will get up to speak and find I am naked.  I feel naked!

There are so many people attending that they changed the venue. EEEEEK!

I think I can, I think I can, I think I can…where is “The Little Engine that Could” book when I need it? (okay, so I probably could recite it by heart)

Taking a deep breath (deeper, no deeper, a little deeper) Do NOT hyperventilate!  I am not giving birth…just speaking to a group of Rotarians who are, by nature, supportive and kind.

I can do this…

I know I can, I know I can, I know I can.

Cee’s Share Your World Challenge

Cee’s Share Your World Challenge:

You are given $5,000 and the chance to exchange it for one of two envelopes. One envelope contains $50,000 and one contains $500. Do you make the trade? Why or why not?

I would probably make the trade…then I would kick myself in the butt if I got the $500.  Either way, it is a win because I didn’t have it to begin with.

Do you believe in the afterlife?  Reincarnation?

I believe in the afterlife…heaven and hell.  Reincarnation…nope.  I am not sure that I wouldn’t come back as one of those crazy june bugs that fly around aimlessly bumping into things randomly until they accidentally land on their mate.

If someone made a movie of your life would it be a drama, a comedy, a romantic-comedy, action film, or science fiction?

All of the above.  Probably a little less of the action film…I am not one to jump out of perfectly good airplanes.  My action usually requires my feet to be on the ground.

If you had to spend one weekend alone in a single public building or institution, which building would you choose?

It would be a restaurant with a freezer packed with delicious things to eat and drink. I wouldn’t want to starve to death.  Plus, I could get creative and keep my mind occupied thinking up ways to cook different foods (which is ironic because I am mostly a meat and potatoes kind of gal).