Yesterday I was scrolling through my reader and came across this post from Kristen over at Peaches and Poppycock. It was just the inspiration I needed. And by inspiration, I mean I’m just going to participate in The Daily Posts photo challenge like she did. Whatever works, right? Life has been kicking me in the crotch lately (there may be a post about it in the distant future, but maybe not) so I need all of the inspo I could get. So, thanks Kristen!
The Daily Post asked us to show a picture of the in-between. The getting there. I wish I could throw a few pictures up of me before and during my quest to lose the 5484897184 pounds I need to before wedding season starts, but that would require more Photoshopping than I have any kind of patience for. Because wedding season or not, I like to eat.
My family had a house on the Jersey Shore (just south of the fist pumpers) for over 50 years. I’d be lying if I said I loved every minute down there. Making friends was hard because most people rent there so they were gone before the waves took your first sandcastle. But there were good times to be had at that house and had them we did. We had to sell it late last year (which again, I may write about down the road). We have since bought another house. It’s close enough to our first one that if we wanted to visit we could. Our new house is great and ready for many memories to be made in it.
For people who are familiar with the area, you’ll know exactly what that is in the picture up there. For those who aren’t familiar, let me introduce you to The Shack. It was house that fishermen used to hang out in when they went out fishing for the day. I don’t think you can tell but it’s standing in the middle of a creekinlet small body of water. It was located right next to the bridge that you crossed to get on to the island. Everybody knew The Shack. When you saw it, you knew you had arrived. It had been abandoned years ago, but it stuck around for a while. It started to get really decrepit and there were rescue efforts up and down the island. Until Hurricane Sandy, that bitch. Now it lives on in the memories of those who waited all winter long to see that little beacon of summer. And at every arts and crafts show- photos of it are best sellers.
the end of an era.
What reminds you of summer? Or summers of your childhood?
I saw this video floating around Facebook recently. Take a look and then we’ll discuss.
Ok, first of all – this was over a cellphone. A CELLPHONE. When I was his age, I had a pre-paid cellphone. It didn’t text, it had actual buttons, the screen was green and black and it had monophonic ringtones. It did, however, have a snazzy light up antenna (oh! that too! an antenna! do kids these days even know what that is?) that lit up when the phone rang. It was quite exciting.
Second, where does this kid come off? He obviously wasn’t supposed to have his cellphone in class/school. He was probably using it because Instagram is so much more important than math or history or whatever the poor man was trying to teach. The teacher was probably fed up and just wanted to get through the lesson. Instead, he gets slammed to the ground. I don’t want to comment on what kind of job his parents are doing because I am not a parent myself and because I don’t know what goes on in this kid’s home/life, but you can probably guess what I would say.
It’s hard for me to watch the video because the teacher is my parents age. They aren’t teachers, but it kills me to think that they could walk in to work and have something like this happen to them. Imagine this guy going home and his wife asking how his day was and he has to tell her that he got beat up by a student? Ugh. I can’t. It makes me sick. The other thing that bothers me is that no one helped. Not one other student said “Hey dude, it’s not worth it.” (kids still say “dude today, right? did they ever say “dude”?) Finally at the end, you can hear someone say “Should I get security?” and someone else tells them “yea”. Well that only took forever.
I give teachers – middle and high school ones, especially- a ton of credit. I know I could never do it. Not just because of events like this one, but in general. Teachers have a certain something that I just don’t have. It’s a different kind of patience, I think.
Hope you’re having a great week and if you’re in an area that’s bracing for the blizzard this week (like I am), stay safe, warm, and make sure your liquor cabinet refrigerator is fully stocked. (for the record, i’m already freaking out over this storm. i hate snow and i’m hearing we should expect upwards of 3 feet. my boss isn’t one to close, which is a whole different post, so watch for me on the news – the only idiot in brooklyn trudging to work in a blizzard.)