it's been about a year since i stopped crying everyday and about a month since i stopped crying every sunday. it's been a yr and a half since i let go of my mom's hand at the hospital and i feel like i'm just starting to come out of the first hell of grief.
it's been about 5 months since i first felt the inkling of change in my life, or more specifically, saw a new 'path' before me. whatever that was...
it's been 4 months since joining eh, a huge change...
it's been 1 month since leaving my home church of nearly 30yrs, to explore this 'change.'
i'm giving away the things that i've collected over the years and am paring down to the things i'm willing to pay to keep.
change: make or become different. alter.
the pastor of the church i visited this month said a curious thing. he said that we all experience a season of change in the middle of our lives. most commonly known as the midlife crisis. but what that change consists of is the shift from the external journey to an internal journey. meaning, the first half of our lives is spent primarily on building our external lives: education, marriage/family, career and home. once that's settled, the second half of our lives is then primarily focused on building the internal life, of mind, heart and soul. or at least should be anyway. many often go astray, in mistaking the shift from external to internal to one that is external to another external. in order to continue on the path of wisdom and maturity, one must recognize this shift w/the right perspective. otherwise, we simply end up running on a hamster wheel...
how am i to seek this internal journey?
in some ways, or maybe in a lot of ways, i actually feel as though i've done the opposite. that i've been focusing on the internal and have let the external things of life just 'collect' over the years. in some ways, i feel as though i'm waking up to the part of life that IS external and recognizing it and giving it due diligence. intentionally. for once.
hmm. that's food for thought...
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Monday, August 27, 2007
final destination...??
saw my mom in my dream last nite.
dreamt we were going to korea, or rather, had landed in korea, at the airport which was supposed to be incheon.
we were outside the baggage claim, in line for a bus to take us to the city.
the line was made up of all old people, as if we had joined a senior citizens group tour.
my mom was wearing all black, and she was younger, like in her late forties or early 50's, w/a full, wavy set of black hair.
it was cold, or at least, my mom was shivering, so i wrapped my new shawl bennie bought me from thailand around her shoulders. saying that it's thin, but was surprisingly warm, so the dream was set in real lifetime.
i had gotten her bags and was depositing them in the underside of the bus when i realized that i'd forgotten to retrieve my bag (the black rolling backpack that i always carry on trips) from the carousel, so i ran back to baggage claim to get it.
the man at the entrance gave me a bit of a hard time, but let me go upon pleading w/him, and i ran to the carousel to search for my bag...
and that's where the dream sort of fades...
i didn't fully awake after i had the dream...i went onto other dreams. but even then, my mind was still thinking about the dream and what it could mean. the first thought that came to my mind was that maybe i'm headed for my final destination sooner than i think. maybe that's the 'change' in my life that i've been sensing.
i woke up w/both the dream and the possible interpretation in my mind.
dreamt we were going to korea, or rather, had landed in korea, at the airport which was supposed to be incheon.
we were outside the baggage claim, in line for a bus to take us to the city.
the line was made up of all old people, as if we had joined a senior citizens group tour.
my mom was wearing all black, and she was younger, like in her late forties or early 50's, w/a full, wavy set of black hair.
it was cold, or at least, my mom was shivering, so i wrapped my new shawl bennie bought me from thailand around her shoulders. saying that it's thin, but was surprisingly warm, so the dream was set in real lifetime.
i had gotten her bags and was depositing them in the underside of the bus when i realized that i'd forgotten to retrieve my bag (the black rolling backpack that i always carry on trips) from the carousel, so i ran back to baggage claim to get it.
the man at the entrance gave me a bit of a hard time, but let me go upon pleading w/him, and i ran to the carousel to search for my bag...
and that's where the dream sort of fades...
i didn't fully awake after i had the dream...i went onto other dreams. but even then, my mind was still thinking about the dream and what it could mean. the first thought that came to my mind was that maybe i'm headed for my final destination sooner than i think. maybe that's the 'change' in my life that i've been sensing.
i woke up w/both the dream and the possible interpretation in my mind.
Friday, August 24, 2007
MAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!!!!!!
i'm !@#$%&! mad!!!!
my !@#$%&! !@#$%&! of a sister in law calls me in the middle of the nite to leave me a freaking msg about NOTHING! and now i can't go back to sleep.
i'm not upset over the sleeplessness. i've had other sleepless nites. i'm feeling utter anger over my NONFAMILY.
my !@#$%&! of a dad just can't appreciate the family that he's got. he complains about giving money to his !@#$%&! grandkids. SO DON'T GIVE EM ANY!! he complains that his kids don't visit enough. and then when they do, he cancels on ME and complains. !@#$%&!!!
my !@#$%&! brother comes to town and calls everyone and their grandmother but his own sister. even comes to my church and doesn't bother to let me know. !@#$%&! EM ALL.
my sister in laws are either too !@#$%&! self-absorbed, self-pitying or self-glorifying to have any amount of decent conversation.
i exist apart from a family.
and my nonattempts at finding my own are so pathetic i can puke.
!@#$%&! it. i'm living my life.
my !@#$%&! !@#$%&! of a sister in law calls me in the middle of the nite to leave me a freaking msg about NOTHING! and now i can't go back to sleep.
i'm not upset over the sleeplessness. i've had other sleepless nites. i'm feeling utter anger over my NONFAMILY.
my !@#$%&! of a dad just can't appreciate the family that he's got. he complains about giving money to his !@#$%&! grandkids. SO DON'T GIVE EM ANY!! he complains that his kids don't visit enough. and then when they do, he cancels on ME and complains. !@#$%&!!!
my !@#$%&! brother comes to town and calls everyone and their grandmother but his own sister. even comes to my church and doesn't bother to let me know. !@#$%&! EM ALL.
my sister in laws are either too !@#$%&! self-absorbed, self-pitying or self-glorifying to have any amount of decent conversation.
i exist apart from a family.
and my nonattempts at finding my own are so pathetic i can puke.
!@#$%&! it. i'm living my life.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
sad...
sad is an awfully short word for an interminably long emotion.
horatio spafford phrased it effectively, 'when sorrows like sea billows roll...'
sometimes they're as turbulent as stormy waves, and other times as subdued as bare ripples lapping on the shore.
but as constant as the ocean, with varying depths, and unyielding unpredictability.
sad is an incredibly simple word for an unfathomably complex emotion.
the psalmist concurred, 'be merciful to me, O LORD, for I am in distress; my eyes grow weak with sorrow, my soul and my body with grief...'
it's emotion oozing out physiologically. shortness of breath, vision delay, restless sleep, depleted energy, overwhelming fatigue, irritability, sore muscles, sore gums, bruises, blisters, fevers, aches, just to name the few that can be named...
horatio spafford phrased it effectively, 'when sorrows like sea billows roll...'
sometimes they're as turbulent as stormy waves, and other times as subdued as bare ripples lapping on the shore.
but as constant as the ocean, with varying depths, and unyielding unpredictability.
sad is an incredibly simple word for an unfathomably complex emotion.
the psalmist concurred, 'be merciful to me, O LORD, for I am in distress; my eyes grow weak with sorrow, my soul and my body with grief...'
it's emotion oozing out physiologically. shortness of breath, vision delay, restless sleep, depleted energy, overwhelming fatigue, irritability, sore muscles, sore gums, bruises, blisters, fevers, aches, just to name the few that can be named...
Monday, May 21, 2007
freudian? or too much late nite lamyun?
had a disturbing dream last nite, a dark, spiritual-feeling sort of dream.
it was a mishmash of vignettes.
at first, i think i was watching someone's baby, and then that baby got kidnapped.
so i followed the kidnappers to a building that resembled an old mansion of sorts, something like a college campus building. i went inside and an indian-looking man gave me specific, but long directions on where to go to find the baby. i found myself descending a spiral staircase. i was nearing the bottom when i heard voices speaking in plain english, which was a surprise to me, which leads me to believe that i was in a foreign country.
it turns out that it was a forum of sorts, a conspiracy forum. there were men of high caliber, all well-known theologians, scholars, politicians, etc. and they were conspiring on how to mislead the world in the doctrines of the Bible.
my heart just about stopped as i stood there leaning against the stairwall, just before the last bend to the conference room (which felt more like a dungeon after descending so far). i turned and ascended the stairs, only to be caught by some sneering man who started interrogating me. i started to stammer and say that i had followed a man here who knew where my baby was (all of a sudden, it was MY baby!) when that indian-looking man emerged from some secret closet in the room behind the sneering man and started to shake his head slightly, signaling me not to give away his identity, while at the same time pointing with his chin for me to turn around and look, to find that there she was, my baby on the bed, behind me!
i grabbed her and then all of a sudden i was outside the building, but it was another sequence of the dream. the baby was gone. but it was still a continuation. this one, i don't remember, except that my administrator from school was there, trying to give me a clue...
then another sequence began, where i was eating figs and my former senior pastor's wife, hannah smn wanted some. so i gave her my last one and walked underneath a fig tree and was trying to grab some figs but they were too high. then she said she had to go and went to get in her minivan, which was burgundy in the dream, but not in real life. i got in the minivan with her and (i'm getting goosebums as i'm writing this, and i don't know why...) i think someone was chasing us. or we them. don't know.
i think the dream ended with me taking a shower and using a bristle brush to ddae-mil-uh (scrub the dirt off my skin). that's been a series lately. trying to get clean.
hmm.
it was a mishmash of vignettes.
at first, i think i was watching someone's baby, and then that baby got kidnapped.
so i followed the kidnappers to a building that resembled an old mansion of sorts, something like a college campus building. i went inside and an indian-looking man gave me specific, but long directions on where to go to find the baby. i found myself descending a spiral staircase. i was nearing the bottom when i heard voices speaking in plain english, which was a surprise to me, which leads me to believe that i was in a foreign country.
it turns out that it was a forum of sorts, a conspiracy forum. there were men of high caliber, all well-known theologians, scholars, politicians, etc. and they were conspiring on how to mislead the world in the doctrines of the Bible.
my heart just about stopped as i stood there leaning against the stairwall, just before the last bend to the conference room (which felt more like a dungeon after descending so far). i turned and ascended the stairs, only to be caught by some sneering man who started interrogating me. i started to stammer and say that i had followed a man here who knew where my baby was (all of a sudden, it was MY baby!) when that indian-looking man emerged from some secret closet in the room behind the sneering man and started to shake his head slightly, signaling me not to give away his identity, while at the same time pointing with his chin for me to turn around and look, to find that there she was, my baby on the bed, behind me!
i grabbed her and then all of a sudden i was outside the building, but it was another sequence of the dream. the baby was gone. but it was still a continuation. this one, i don't remember, except that my administrator from school was there, trying to give me a clue...
then another sequence began, where i was eating figs and my former senior pastor's wife, hannah smn wanted some. so i gave her my last one and walked underneath a fig tree and was trying to grab some figs but they were too high. then she said she had to go and went to get in her minivan, which was burgundy in the dream, but not in real life. i got in the minivan with her and (i'm getting goosebums as i'm writing this, and i don't know why...) i think someone was chasing us. or we them. don't know.
i think the dream ended with me taking a shower and using a bristle brush to ddae-mil-uh (scrub the dirt off my skin). that's been a series lately. trying to get clean.
hmm.
Friday, May 4, 2007
ebb and flow...
without which we wouldn't have
seashells to collect
tidepools to explore
grunions laying eggs
moist sand for building castles
flow brings in the treasures
ebb leaves them behind
some i keep and cherish
some i toss back
some just stay forgotten in the sand
it's not a lesson in nature i've been learning, but one of relationships.
as i look back on the relationships i've had in my lifetime, i see a pattern of ebb and flow, much like the tides of the ocean. different seasons bring different tides and different tides bring different marks on the shore of life.
i've had seasons of green moss and life and what felt like high tide. fun and bonding and sweetness and knowing. i've also had seasons of dried kelp and hot sand and what felt like very low tide. brokenness and heartache and waiting and longing.
i've just begun to realize that without the low tides, i wouldn't discover the treasures that the high tides brought in. lessons on loving and giving and knowing and asking. collecting and cherishing memories. exploring that which was and still remains hidden in the pool of my heart. spawning life from the last high tide and letting it go with the next one. making and building anew, knowing full well the risks of what the tides will take as well as give.
and then there are things that are better left in the sand. dead things. dangerous things. dang ugly things. better to step around, over and away. let the next high tide wash it away. and if it doesn't take it away, pick it up and throw it away. bitter things. hurtful things. smelly, stinging, sour things. i'm starting to sound like dr. seuss...no wonder, it's nearing midnite.
at present, i think the monterey coast resonates with me.
with its rocky terrain resulting in turbulent waves with hidden alcoves of peace and quiet.
timely mists that change and even cloud the view of the ocean, but which also bring relief to the heated hillsides.
yes, monterey resonates with me.
seashells to collect
tidepools to explore
grunions laying eggs
moist sand for building castles
flow brings in the treasures
ebb leaves them behind
some i keep and cherish
some i toss back
some just stay forgotten in the sand
it's not a lesson in nature i've been learning, but one of relationships.
as i look back on the relationships i've had in my lifetime, i see a pattern of ebb and flow, much like the tides of the ocean. different seasons bring different tides and different tides bring different marks on the shore of life.
i've had seasons of green moss and life and what felt like high tide. fun and bonding and sweetness and knowing. i've also had seasons of dried kelp and hot sand and what felt like very low tide. brokenness and heartache and waiting and longing.
i've just begun to realize that without the low tides, i wouldn't discover the treasures that the high tides brought in. lessons on loving and giving and knowing and asking. collecting and cherishing memories. exploring that which was and still remains hidden in the pool of my heart. spawning life from the last high tide and letting it go with the next one. making and building anew, knowing full well the risks of what the tides will take as well as give.
and then there are things that are better left in the sand. dead things. dangerous things. dang ugly things. better to step around, over and away. let the next high tide wash it away. and if it doesn't take it away, pick it up and throw it away. bitter things. hurtful things. smelly, stinging, sour things. i'm starting to sound like dr. seuss...no wonder, it's nearing midnite.
at present, i think the monterey coast resonates with me.
with its rocky terrain resulting in turbulent waves with hidden alcoves of peace and quiet.
timely mists that change and even cloud the view of the ocean, but which also bring relief to the heated hillsides.
yes, monterey resonates with me.
Sunday, April 8, 2007
leggo my ego
it occured to me today that God is not an ego. not super-ego. not even omni-ego. when we talk about God being all about His glory, His name, His image, we're not talking about His super-omni-ego...which is difficult to grasp, for us ultra-egocentrics.
the Bible says that God is Love. it's the greatest Commandment and the fulfillment of the Law. it's what we are told to pursue and what is promised to never fail. it's the Cause for all the universe and the Effect in all its glory. Love is why we exist and as we live and seek Love, Love is manifested in all its - or rather, His glory.
God is all about His glory, because His glory is Love.
God is all about His name, because His name is Love.
God is all about His image, because His image is Love.
Love is not self-seeking.
when God is all about Love, He is not self-seeking. the Bible says that He humbled Himself, to the point of death, even death on a cross. what we humans, in our ego-centric nature view as a lowering of the Godhead, God views as an elevation of glory, an exaltation of Love.
God Himself subjects His own Being to the laws of Love.
patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness, forgiveness.
purity, righteousness, justice, holiness.
truth.
God does not call us to worship His ego.
He calls us to a fellowship of Love. and to be conscious and fully aware of our interaction with Love. to give ourselves to utter abandonment of self and jubilate in the glory of Love. this is what God is about. and what He calls us to be after.
He did not create Love. He is Love.
He created the universe out of Love. to reveal Love.
but He created us in Love. in His image, He created man and woman.
to worship is to seek and pursue Love, with heart, soul, mind and strength.
the Bible says that God is Love. it's the greatest Commandment and the fulfillment of the Law. it's what we are told to pursue and what is promised to never fail. it's the Cause for all the universe and the Effect in all its glory. Love is why we exist and as we live and seek Love, Love is manifested in all its - or rather, His glory.
God is all about His glory, because His glory is Love.
God is all about His name, because His name is Love.
God is all about His image, because His image is Love.
Love is not self-seeking.
when God is all about Love, He is not self-seeking. the Bible says that He humbled Himself, to the point of death, even death on a cross. what we humans, in our ego-centric nature view as a lowering of the Godhead, God views as an elevation of glory, an exaltation of Love.
God Himself subjects His own Being to the laws of Love.
patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness, forgiveness.
purity, righteousness, justice, holiness.
truth.
God does not call us to worship His ego.
He calls us to a fellowship of Love. and to be conscious and fully aware of our interaction with Love. to give ourselves to utter abandonment of self and jubilate in the glory of Love. this is what God is about. and what He calls us to be after.
He did not create Love. He is Love.
He created the universe out of Love. to reveal Love.
but He created us in Love. in His image, He created man and woman.
to worship is to seek and pursue Love, with heart, soul, mind and strength.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
kids say the warmest things...
'I HAAATE MS. OHHHHH!!!!' - anthony, after a series of disciplinary measures, resulting in a temporary expulsion from class (layman's terms: got kicked outta class after pushing the old bag's buttons one too many times).
' ms. oh, i'm sorry about what just happened...' - jaime, who, along w/the rest of the class, focused ALL their energies on pretending to work on their exams as silently as they could during the above escapade...
'ms. oh, you're a fun teacher. when i first came to 3rd grade, i didn't know much. now i know a lot.' - mercedes, during one of my saturday brunches w/my kids
'we're learning about each other...' - mercedes again, after i stopped myself from talking about school lessons, since we were just there (at coco's) to eat and have fun.
'i'm sorry, ms. oh. i didn't mean what i said...' - anthony, after cooling down in another classroom for 20 minutes.
*****
i have anger issues.
this year, it's called anthony.
he's been abandoned/rejected by his mother, who gave him to her sister to be raised because she 'doesn't get along' w/him. so he's being raised by his aunt while his brother is being raised by his mom, who i guess gets along w/his younger brother enough to keep him.
he's smart, w/a slight nasal speech impediment.
he's an aspiring astronaut, as staring into space is his primary function
he's as sweet as a bunny,
as quiet as a mouse (that you don't hear til you don't want to hear, then of course, it's all you hear...),
as stubborn as a mule,
and as odd as number 3 (i just made that up!).
he's my headache and my heartache
he's in my line of vision (sits in front of my station - at my school, we have teacher stations made equipment-friendly instead of desks)
he's in my range of hearing (front and center when we're on the rug)
i just hope he's within my reach within this year, or at least within his memory, if time comes to pass.
*****
'you're pretty...' - unknown student walking by me in the hall. :)
(alright, so she was a special ed student...they're the most honest!)
' ms. oh, i'm sorry about what just happened...' - jaime, who, along w/the rest of the class, focused ALL their energies on pretending to work on their exams as silently as they could during the above escapade...
'ms. oh, you're a fun teacher. when i first came to 3rd grade, i didn't know much. now i know a lot.' - mercedes, during one of my saturday brunches w/my kids
'we're learning about each other...' - mercedes again, after i stopped myself from talking about school lessons, since we were just there (at coco's) to eat and have fun.
'i'm sorry, ms. oh. i didn't mean what i said...' - anthony, after cooling down in another classroom for 20 minutes.
*****
i have anger issues.
this year, it's called anthony.
he's been abandoned/rejected by his mother, who gave him to her sister to be raised because she 'doesn't get along' w/him. so he's being raised by his aunt while his brother is being raised by his mom, who i guess gets along w/his younger brother enough to keep him.
he's smart, w/a slight nasal speech impediment.
he's an aspiring astronaut, as staring into space is his primary function
he's as sweet as a bunny,
as quiet as a mouse (that you don't hear til you don't want to hear, then of course, it's all you hear...),
as stubborn as a mule,
and as odd as number 3 (i just made that up!).
he's my headache and my heartache
he's in my line of vision (sits in front of my station - at my school, we have teacher stations made equipment-friendly instead of desks)
he's in my range of hearing (front and center when we're on the rug)
i just hope he's within my reach within this year, or at least within his memory, if time comes to pass.
*****
'you're pretty...' - unknown student walking by me in the hall. :)
(alright, so she was a special ed student...they're the most honest!)
Saturday, March 3, 2007
cancer...
i remember being told in the 80's that by the year 2000, the average person would know 5 people personally, who had contracted the hiv virus. i don't know of anyone in my personal life who's been diagnosed as having the hiv virus, but i know plenty who have been diagnosed w/cancer of some sort:
damian-leukemia
chiyon-stomach
gina-breast
dean-brain
franklin-brain
katie's mom-lung
julie's mom-some sort
our bodies are mutating. the fallen nature of all of creation and our blatant abuse of it is taking its toll. hiv is somewhat preventable, according to lifestyle (exceptions being blood transfusions, etc). but cancer is unpredictable, indiscriminate, unstoppable.
or at least it appears so.
i'm sure it IS predictable, IS stoppable. to God. by God.
it's only by His revelation that other discoveries were made. will He reveal this mystery as well? and if so, when? or maybe, to whom? or is it, who will search for what seems unsearchable, reach for what seems unreachable? but aren't there scores of people doing just that?
i wonder who the first cancer patient was...and if there'll ever be a last cancer fatality...
damian-leukemia
chiyon-stomach
gina-breast
dean-brain
franklin-brain
katie's mom-lung
julie's mom-some sort
our bodies are mutating. the fallen nature of all of creation and our blatant abuse of it is taking its toll. hiv is somewhat preventable, according to lifestyle (exceptions being blood transfusions, etc). but cancer is unpredictable, indiscriminate, unstoppable.
or at least it appears so.
i'm sure it IS predictable, IS stoppable. to God. by God.
it's only by His revelation that other discoveries were made. will He reveal this mystery as well? and if so, when? or maybe, to whom? or is it, who will search for what seems unsearchable, reach for what seems unreachable? but aren't there scores of people doing just that?
i wonder who the first cancer patient was...and if there'll ever be a last cancer fatality...
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
good news at last
damian's biopsy came out negative! he's well on his way toward remission.
janet's in guatemala! it marks a milestone in her journey of healing and growing.
heather's coming to town this wknd. will have lunch w/some old friends.
bennie's sister, susan is pregnant. :)
it's not total equilibrium, but it's good news.
i've been saying that life just gets better and better every year, and it's still true.
i know sorrow better, i know grief better.
i know mercy better and grace better.
i know the power of prayer better and the sweetness of answer better.
i know the bitterness of disappointment better and the difficulty of acceptance better.
i know myself better and i am better.
it used to be that i looked forward to the betterment of life year by year.
i find myself more tentative in experiencing the betterment of life as the scope of betterment increases year by year.
i think i wouldn't mind much if life got better and better every other year...
janet's in guatemala! it marks a milestone in her journey of healing and growing.
heather's coming to town this wknd. will have lunch w/some old friends.
bennie's sister, susan is pregnant. :)
it's not total equilibrium, but it's good news.
i've been saying that life just gets better and better every year, and it's still true.
i know sorrow better, i know grief better.
i know mercy better and grace better.
i know the power of prayer better and the sweetness of answer better.
i know the bitterness of disappointment better and the difficulty of acceptance better.
i know myself better and i am better.
it used to be that i looked forward to the betterment of life year by year.
i find myself more tentative in experiencing the betterment of life as the scope of betterment increases year by year.
i think i wouldn't mind much if life got better and better every other year...
Thursday, February 15, 2007
kids say the darndest things...
so i'm sitting at coco's w/2 of my students who've won a brunch w/their favorite 3rd grade teacher. here's a snippet of our conversation:
ms oh: what do you like the most about school?
kid1: recess, lunch...
kid2: homework!
ms oh: mmhmm. what's the hardest thing about school?
kid1&2: mmm...the desk. yeah.
ms oh: ohhhkaaaay...lemme rephrase my question...what's the hardest thing to do at school?
kid1&2: getting the playground apparatus!
(we have one of those mcdonald's playground equipments fenced in the corner of our playground that classes take turns using, based on perfect attendance)
ms oh: when is ms oh the scaaariest??
kids1&2: ...mmm...on halloweeeeen!!
ms oh: haha...well, i guess that's good...at least it's not during math or lang...wait a minute, but i wasn't dressed up for halloween...!
kids1&2: ohhhh, yeahhhh....
my life, the 3rd grade life...
ms oh: what do you like the most about school?
kid1: recess, lunch...
kid2: homework!
ms oh: mmhmm. what's the hardest thing about school?
kid1&2: mmm...the desk. yeah.
ms oh: ohhhkaaaay...lemme rephrase my question...what's the hardest thing to do at school?
kid1&2: getting the playground apparatus!
(we have one of those mcdonald's playground equipments fenced in the corner of our playground that classes take turns using, based on perfect attendance)
ms oh: when is ms oh the scaaariest??
kids1&2: ...mmm...on halloweeeeen!!
ms oh: haha...well, i guess that's good...at least it's not during math or lang...wait a minute, but i wasn't dressed up for halloween...!
kids1&2: ohhhh, yeahhhh....
my life, the 3rd grade life...
Sunday, February 4, 2007
history in the making
ohjeanius has finally entered the 21st century. i have a blogsite.
reason? i need good news.
this past wk was a bombardment of bad news.
friend diagnosed w/leukemia, fellow teacher had hysterectomy, another colleague mourns the loss of her mom.
anybody out there with some good news?
reason? i need good news.
this past wk was a bombardment of bad news.
friend diagnosed w/leukemia, fellow teacher had hysterectomy, another colleague mourns the loss of her mom.
anybody out there with some good news?
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