ANZAC day is today. I've spent some time remembering the sacrifice of Australian soldiers.
We had a school ANZAC service yesterday. All of our kids did a really good job being respectful and standing up straight. We heard the Last Post and sang Advance Australia Fair. I love my sunburnt country, that's for sure.
God Bless this beautiful country.
I'm tired. Being a teacher is so much work. The amount of crap I have to get done in one day makes my stomach feel sore with ulcer like worry.
Also: My sister sent me a text today which said "I can't stop thinking about what you wrote about the family who lost their baby girl. It actually melted my heart"... I showed her that post over a week ago. Maybe she was surprised by my sensitivity. I'm surprised by hers. Ava never leaves the hearts of those she enters.
I'm going to watch Mr. Holland's Opus. Because who doesn't love that movie?
Friday, April 25, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
The kindess of strangers.
Me: (to my sister) Aren't they beautiful!? (about a massive bunch of pink lollypop lillies)
Kate: Yep. They're really nice.
Lady: (turns) Thanks.
Me: Oh, they smell fantastic. That's so nice.
Kate: They really do.
Lady: (stepping onto the bus) Here.
Me: Oh! No! I can't take these from you, they're yours!
Lady: No, seriously, please, they were a gift at work but they're too strong for me. Please. Take them.
Me: No, I really can't. They're yours! They're too beautiful!
Lady: Please, take them. Enjoy them.
Me: Wow. Thank you. They're wonderful.
She got off the bus before I got a chance to say thank you again.
In other news: Prac is exhausting.
I was poisoned last night by [what I suspect] to be some filthy contamination in our kitchen. I threw up all over the shower. It was awful. I spent the night trying to get to sleep and shaking and feeling like I was dying. That was nice. I didn't know if I'd make it to prac today but I did, and it was quite a good day.
I have a few more clock things to organize, then I'm going to sleep.
Oh, and the new One Tree Hill was awesome. Joy sang! :) Perfection.
Nighty night.
Kate: Yep. They're really nice.
Lady: (turns) Thanks.
Me: Oh, they smell fantastic. That's so nice.
Kate: They really do.
Lady: (stepping onto the bus) Here.
Me: Oh! No! I can't take these from you, they're yours!
Lady: No, seriously, please, they were a gift at work but they're too strong for me. Please. Take them.
Me: No, I really can't. They're yours! They're too beautiful!
Lady: Please, take them. Enjoy them.
Me: Wow. Thank you. They're wonderful.
She got off the bus before I got a chance to say thank you again.
In other news: Prac is exhausting.
I was poisoned last night by [what I suspect] to be some filthy contamination in our kitchen. I threw up all over the shower. It was awful. I spent the night trying to get to sleep and shaking and feeling like I was dying. That was nice. I didn't know if I'd make it to prac today but I did, and it was quite a good day.
I have a few more clock things to organize, then I'm going to sleep.
Oh, and the new One Tree Hill was awesome. Joy sang! :) Perfection.
Nighty night.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Your warm whispers.. out of the dark, they carry my heart...
Over the summer, some time in December or January, I was feeling... uhm... some sense of... cluckiness, I guess you could say. Like a hen in spring time. I was just curious and looking up various things about babies and pregnancies and all that. I think most women [note: see my blog on being referred to as a woman, though, haha] go through this at some stage, where, even though pregnancy and child-rearing and all that go along with them are not even remotely possible, nor something that is really practical, or, attainable for the time being, we still think about it. I love babies. But, I make a note: I am 20. I am not in a relationship. I am at school. I am on the brink of an exciting career. I'm not even near ready to think about actually having children. Brilliant babysitter and teacher extraordinaire is FINE for the mo.
I typed in something like "pregnancy blog" to google. I was interested in finding a blog which perhaps started when a couple first found they were expecting until the exciting big arrival of their baby, and seeing all the baby's developments, and so on. You know.
So. Like I said, I typed in "pregnancy blog" into the trusty search engine that is google, to find within the first few results the "We're having a baby!" blog of a wonderful couple in Canada. "Oo! Just what I've been looking for." The first thing I found when clicking on that link was a heartbreaking post about the (unfortunate? doesn't even scratch the surface) (devastating? doesn't say it hard enough).... loss of a beautiful baby girl. Born and passed on her birthday. Her birthday was three years ago. Her birthday is today.
I went through months and months and months worth of this fantastically courageous woman's blog, both before and after the arrival and passing of her beautiful girl, to find that as a memorial of her daughter, she and her husband and family had released balloons into the sky. Each year since, they've done the same. Their physical family went from two, to three, to two, and three again, with the arrival of their precious son a year and some months later. I feel though, that baby boy's big sister will never ever ever ever leave them.
To honor this precious baby girl, people all over the world have released balloons into their skies on her birthday. I did that today, for the very first time, and it is something that I will do every April 14th for as long as I live. A baby whose heart could only beat for 7 hours of one day after she was born deserves that much. She deserves everything. Her parents would have given her everything.
So, I went to a park that I haven't been to for quite a while, and walked and walked til I found a place I liked. I found a big clear field of green grass beside the Tamar River, beside the boardwalk, amongst the sunshine, with singing birds, children playing, old couples walking their dogs, and boats tied to their docks. I said a silent prayer for a precious child who didn't get the time she should have, and let go the big pink and silver balloon into the sky. Godspeed, Ava, I said, as I watched it leave my hand and float quietly and softly into the sky above me. I stood there, in place, my hands by my sides, my back to the sun, watching the balloon become a star in a clear blue sky, and I guess that's what she is.. she's a star all day long, in a beautiful blue sky. A walk in the park. And tonight, the sunset was more beautiful than it has been in a long time... Godspeed, Ava, indeed....
You'll want to know more: http://www.untanglingknots.com/
I typed in something like "pregnancy blog" to google. I was interested in finding a blog which perhaps started when a couple first found they were expecting until the exciting big arrival of their baby, and seeing all the baby's developments, and so on. You know.
So. Like I said, I typed in "pregnancy blog" into the trusty search engine that is google, to find within the first few results the "We're having a baby!" blog of a wonderful couple in Canada. "Oo! Just what I've been looking for." The first thing I found when clicking on that link was a heartbreaking post about the (unfortunate? doesn't even scratch the surface) (devastating? doesn't say it hard enough).... loss of a beautiful baby girl. Born and passed on her birthday. Her birthday was three years ago. Her birthday is today.
I went through months and months and months worth of this fantastically courageous woman's blog, both before and after the arrival and passing of her beautiful girl, to find that as a memorial of her daughter, she and her husband and family had released balloons into the sky. Each year since, they've done the same. Their physical family went from two, to three, to two, and three again, with the arrival of their precious son a year and some months later. I feel though, that baby boy's big sister will never ever ever ever leave them.
To honor this precious baby girl, people all over the world have released balloons into their skies on her birthday. I did that today, for the very first time, and it is something that I will do every April 14th for as long as I live. A baby whose heart could only beat for 7 hours of one day after she was born deserves that much. She deserves everything. Her parents would have given her everything.
So, I went to a park that I haven't been to for quite a while, and walked and walked til I found a place I liked. I found a big clear field of green grass beside the Tamar River, beside the boardwalk, amongst the sunshine, with singing birds, children playing, old couples walking their dogs, and boats tied to their docks. I said a silent prayer for a precious child who didn't get the time she should have, and let go the big pink and silver balloon into the sky. Godspeed, Ava, I said, as I watched it leave my hand and float quietly and softly into the sky above me. I stood there, in place, my hands by my sides, my back to the sun, watching the balloon become a star in a clear blue sky, and I guess that's what she is.. she's a star all day long, in a beautiful blue sky. A walk in the park. And tonight, the sunset was more beautiful than it has been in a long time... Godspeed, Ava, indeed....
You'll want to know more: http://www.untanglingknots.com/
Sunday, April 6, 2008
...the whir of the fan, the tap tap tap...
I'm on a masssssive health kick at the moment and loving it! I feel excellent! (or, at least more and more excellent every day).
I haven't had anything remotely bad (unless you count light peanut butter) to eat for over a week. It's going great! I've been very active, also, doing the nutbush (which is a step dance to 'Nutbush City Limits' by Ike and Tina Turner that no American I've talked to has ever heard of) for 15-40 minutes (depending on what I've already done) regularly. It's quite the cardio! I'm looking to be wicked-fit by the time Ashley gets here so we can go hard core with out adventures across Tasmania and ALSO to climb none other than the Sydney Harbour Bridge! Awesome.
Wish me luck. I'm loving it.
(You mightn't have noticed but the titles for most of my posts have been song lyrics, and, usually what I'm listening to at the time. At the moment, I'm not listening to anything except the noise around me, thus, the title of this post.)
I haven't had anything remotely bad (unless you count light peanut butter) to eat for over a week. It's going great! I've been very active, also, doing the nutbush (which is a step dance to 'Nutbush City Limits' by Ike and Tina Turner that no American I've talked to has ever heard of) for 15-40 minutes (depending on what I've already done) regularly. It's quite the cardio! I'm looking to be wicked-fit by the time Ashley gets here so we can go hard core with out adventures across Tasmania and ALSO to climb none other than the Sydney Harbour Bridge! Awesome.
Wish me luck. I'm loving it.
(You mightn't have noticed but the titles for most of my posts have been song lyrics, and, usually what I'm listening to at the time. At the moment, I'm not listening to anything except the noise around me, thus, the title of this post.)
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