Sunday, November 30, 2008

For my Teacher

A folded up filler paper was left on my table this morning.
This poem painted a big smile on my face...
I have this teacher
she is very pretty
She lets us play games
like “centers” and “Jeopardy”
She brought Meatball once
her little loving dog
I remember that time
when she chased Brandon like a frog
She took us to the movies
and she is very kind
Another person like her would be to hard to find
She has a funny boyfriend
His name is Mr. Brad
This woman is Ms. Kathy
Best teacher I’ve ever had!
From Breyandel Santos
Thanksgiving Break

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Happy (almost) TURKEY Day

I could just picture Gypsy (Glen and Lindsay's dog) and Meatball having this conversation. I just can't decide who the instigator would be.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008


As unpolitical as I choose to be, watching Obama give his victory speech was overwhelming. Having Brad and Angelo cry at the same moment was just as priceless.

What Fairy Tale?

Fairy tales are myths. Happily Ever After’s are as uncertain as the vote Sarah Palin will receive from her mother in law. That is just the painful reality of love.
I’ve been living with my boyfriend for quite a while now. It was a decision that hurt a lot of people in our lives (but that’s a whole different story). There are days of exhilarating happiness, of natural high, and moments when confusion is strapping, it binds you in pain.
A few days ago, Brad was talking to a mutual friend on the phone. After we said our hi’s and hello’s she mentioned how different Brad and I are although we are both water signs (Scorpio and Cancer). Whether I believe in the interpretation of stars or not, the truth in her remark astounded me. This wasn’t the first time I’ve heard it but it was surprisingly the first time my thoughts swiveled … was her comment just based on astrology or was it because she knew us in various periods of our lives? It’s true both Brad and I enjoy the outdoors and revere the thrill of new adventures (among others) but there are a lot of things we say or do that raises an eyebrow and some that gets our blood churning.
He could make himself laugh when I could find the same comment completely insulting. We could be wrapped in a sweet snuggle at the same time he decides to pass gas. He is amazingly comfortable and great at entertaining big crowds while I have to seek for familiar faces in a small room. At times I wonder if our unlike personalities would clash and leave us in pieces.
When we have days where we struggle to adjust or accept differences, I often ask someone what ever happened to happily ever after. Once a wonderful friend, Vince, said “oh sweetie, it doesn’t exist.” It was like watching the beginning of Shrek when it starts off with the traditional opening 'Once upon a time...' and is then cut off when Shrek says 'What a load of...' (for the record, I thought that was hilarious).
Albeit that painful reality, my heart continues to skip when I hear his car pull in the parking lot or when I get a random call that begins with “I just had to tell you first.” I still love the comfort of having him in the next room or falling asleep on the sofa watching a movie (especially without the flatulence) and of course the lilies that make an ordinary day special.
I don't envy those who live in blissful ignorance, waiting for their fairytale to happen, not anymore. I’ve already accepted that my life won’t be filled with dragons, witches, damsels in distress, or a pineapple under the sea, that’s what Disney World is for. Although I will continue to believe that once in a while in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a taste of magic.