The Realities of Miss Bethie

Monday, July 24, 2006

The return of James

James was one of my favorite kids from the ski trip this past February.

James was back on this reunion trip. He looked different with hair. He is off of chemo and now has a thick afro and eyebrows.

He also has his cancer back and it is now untreatable. It is a form of brain cancer (the same that my buddy Kevin has--see post below), and it is now pushing he eye. The eye is red, bulging and not for the weak of heart or stomach to gaze upon.

But he was still my little James. He wore a "grill" and chased me with a gun that shoots ping pong balls.

But the last day of our reunion, James was weak and we had to take him out in a wheelchair. He kept on a brave face, though, and even managed to save enough strength to bust some of his fierce moves on the dance floor.

It was so rough on all of us to see him loosing some of his spunk, to tire out so quickly, and not torment the chaperones as much.

It also sent our hearts soaring when he tried to be spunky, keep up with the other kids, and torment the chaperones.
He just wants to be a normal kid again.
He was a normal kid for those 5 fabulous days.

The other man

So, on my trip with the pediatric cancer group, I fall in love about a hundred times over.

Let me tell you about Kevin. Little for his age, shy, on the edge of things, wanting to fit in, but not quite like the more out going kids.
And like all of them, he is as cute as a button.

Kevin had brain cancer, which I am sure is a large reason his social skills are a little immature.

He was hanging out on the fringes of the dance floor, watching the "cool kids" who were busting a move. He was also watching the dorky adults having way too much fun without enough rhythm.

A slow song came on, and I grabbed Kevin and asked him to dance with me. Well, maybe I told him he was going to dance with me. Whatever. He lit up, just the same. At first he was quiet, and I asked if he would rather dance with a cute girl his age. He emphatically shook his head and said he wanted to dance with me. We chatted, and he told me what a great time he was having on this trip because he knew more kids and he was healthier. (His type of cancer often comes back. We've lost several kids to this particular brain cancer.)

Kevin hated having his picture taken. A lot of the brain cancer kids seem to have this same reaction. It is a shame, because you know their parents can't get enough pictures of these angels. When the photographer asked to take our picture, he hid his face. I told him I was going to want to always remember dancing with such a cool kid, and I really, really wanted a picture of us on the dance floor. He gave a big smile to the camera and the photographer snapped a great shot. She told me it was one of the few pictures she was able to get of him over the course of the trip. I know his mom will love see him on that dance floor, even if it is with some strange lady wearing a Hawaiian shirt and a grass skirt over her capris. (Give me a break...it was a beach-themed party!)

The last day we sign each other's t-shirts, and Kevin signed mine, "BFF".
Too cute, huh?

LAL heard all about Kevin, and teased me that I am HIS woman, but Kevin is allowed to be my dance partner, since LAL doesn't dance. Ever.
When he saw Kevin's picture, he saw what a special guy Kevin is.
He totally understands why I say that Kevin is my other sweetheart.

The Ex-Mrs. Laughs-A-Lot

I understand that when a relationship goes bad, there are two people involved, and both have some fault in it. One may have more than the other, but no one is totally innocent. I say that so that when I talk about LAL's ex, I do know that LAL was not perfect in the situation.

Let me set up their marriage. They dated off and on through his junior and senior year of high school. While in high school and then after, he worked at a grocery store on the overnight shift. He never had a chance to meet anyone new, and he felt like he had to settle. He admits to having no self-esteem at this point in his life.

Flash forward 5 years, and LAL and some friends are kicking around the idea of moving to Canada and finding work there. They camp there for a few weeks every year, and would like to get out of the grind here.
LAL's girlfriend, the high school "sweetheart" whom he has broken up with on no less than 5 occasions, but always finds himself back with, hears this and does not like it. Remarkably, she ends up pregnant shortly after hearing this news.
LAL's words--"I thought I was being careful!"
LAL's sister suspects that the timing could indicate that someone in the relationship may have been trying to keep someone else from ever leaving The Lou.

LAL thinks he has to marry this girl now, and is thinking, as so many fools do, that the addition of the child might fix things. So, for the next 7 years, LAL is an excellent daddy, working the night shift as the Dairy manager at this grocery store that he continued to work at during college, (having dropped out before his degree was finished to get married and work full time) and his wife works days. Things seem fine UNTIL...
He and his wife work the same shifts...And he is forced to have a lot of time with her. Now he sees that he cannot live with her, and more importantly, as he tells it, he didn't want his little girl growing up thinking that married couples spend their time in different rooms, doing different things, and never talking. Other than their daughter, they have nothing in common. They never fight, but he is miserable and they never talk or do things together. So, after trying counseling and various things, they divorce. His ex was bitter, and wants LAL to die a lonely man who was never able to find love.
(Did I tell the story of her reaction when he brother was diagnosed with a brain tumor when they were still married? I will have to share it if I haven't already.)

LAL's biggest complaint about his ex is that she is very immature. As a result, whenever she sees me, she has to talk loudly about how much she loves her daughter, and how much her daughter looks like her, and that she is so proud to be the mother of her daughter.
Lady, I am NOT trying to take your place. I even talk very nicely about you to Bubbles. "Your mom really did a great job helping you with that project!" "I'm glad you inherited your mama's long legs!" and so on. I refuse to ever bad-mouth the woman. EVEN THOUGH she has said such things as, "She's really short," and "She's fatter than me."
Because I have better hair, better teeth, better skin, am more intelligent, have a sense of humor and am more giving, I can say to myself, "Bring it on, bitch!" I rank way above her.

It really galls her, I know, that her daughter adores me and wants my opinion on everything before she acts on anything, and yet, doesn't really care for her stepdad. She has managed to "misplace" a few little trinkets I have given her daughter. LAL had to tell Bubbles that anything from me stays at his place. But she is a kid and sometimes forgets. I just shrug and tell Bubbles not to worry. Accidents happen. So does silly jealousy. :)

The Ex pumps her daughter for info on LAL's and my relationship. When LAL would casually ask at gymnastics meets and when waiting at parent/teacher conferences if the Ex was dating anyone, she would snip it was not a topic she was comfortable discussing with him and to mind his own business. He was concerned because her sister is a motorcycle mama, and after the divorce the two hung out. He wanted to make sure his daughter wasn't being exposed to any low-lifes.
He didn't even know she was married until he gave her an alimony check and she said, "Oh, I got married last weekend, so you don't have to pay alimony anymore."

She's been concerned that LAL and I are getting serious. She wants information, but Bubbles never has any to give.
Two months ago Bubbles told us (and I swear we NEVER ask for info, she just puts it out there) that the Ex told her new husband that she refuses to have kids until he grows up. She was adamant.

Then Bubbles asked me if I wanted kids of my own and my answer was, "Someday I hope to have some."
Shortly after, The Ex was preggers.
Now, knowing she managed to get herself pregnant before when not really prepared, maybe both pregnancies were an accident.
Or maybe she just wants to make sure she hits that milestone before we do.

Three times now she has been with Bubbles, either dropping her off or watching her gymnastics, when I have been the adult with Bubbles. Three times she has avoided eye contact and not answered me when I said, "How are you doing?"
Of course, this just makes it more fun for me to talk to her.

I know when there are ex's involved, it can be rough. My friends who have significant other's who are divorced are able to talk to these people. They can call and say, "My dad's retirement party is next week. Can we keep the kid an extra day?" or, Can we switch weekends so we can go to the lake?"
I will never have that relationship with the Ex. And that is fine, because I know it is neither LAL's or my doings. And I know that at this point Bubbles is oblivious. Even when she finally sees it, she'll see that her daddy and I always took the high road.
And Bubbles is the first to say she gets her humor, intelligence, artistic ability and laid-back attitude from her dad. We all thank her mom for the gymnastics ability, though.

Another Reason Laughs-A-Lot is INCREDIBLE

I am a quirky gal. I know this, and LAL has learned most of my quirks, and finds them endearing. (He has very few. It is almost annoying.)

Here is one of my quirks--I love a man in a kilt. I just do. I cannot explain it, but I love 'em, especially when the guy has cute legs.

LAL has cute legs.

LAL has absolutely no Scottish blood in his genealogy.

But still LAL is going to rent a kilt from a local Scottish store that rents kilts, and wear it for me.

Isn't he just dreamy?

Saturday, July 22, 2006

The Night the the Lights Went Down in St. Louis

We had some major storms here Wednesday night.
When I say major, I mean that 600,000 people lost electricity, and a piece of roof from a terminal at our airport was torn off and blew onto the nearby highway.
Crazy.

I just got my power back late yesterday. It was MISERABLE.
Oh, did I mention, we were hit and lost power during record high temperatures. Yeah.

LAL and Bubbles are staying with his folks. I was over there watching movies with them and his mom, when his dad came into the room and told him to check his phoneline. LAL had been calling his phone every hour or so, hoping the machine would pick up, letting him know he has power.

The man who never dances did a happy dance.

We pack him and Bubbles up and head back to his place. We set all the clocks, Bubble is contently sitting on the sofa watching TV. We join her on the sofa, full of relieve of both the physical and emotional kind.

Then the power went out again. We hoped it was just a glitch and would quickly return.
But neigh.

We were hit with mind but very windy storms again yesterday, so the electric company lost some of its ground. Initially we heard some home would not get power back for 6 days. I hope for his sake (and mine, in a weird way) he has it back long before then!

Anyway...that is part of the reason I have been MIA.

Friday, July 14, 2006

I'm Baaaack!

Our reunion trip was fantastic, and magical, and wonderful, and touching, and sad, and phenomenal, and...
Well, I think I hit just about every emotion there is to be felt in the course of the five days.

I'll be back with more stories.

But suffice it to say, these kids are INCREDIBLE!

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

The Jobby-Job

So, two major reasons I quit my previous teaching positions was because I wanted out of special ed, and because I wanted to be closer to home, with gas prices being what they are, and all.

I had an interview with a special education co-op that was even further away. They offered me a job in special ed, working with 4 kids in grades 5 and 6, with the label Emotionally Disturbed. I will have a paraprofessional with me.

So, I am further away and still in special ed. The special ed part will not be too bad, because the paperwork on 4 kids, compared to 18-22 at any given time, will be much less taxing. The paperwork, as well as the director, who is one of the few people in this world I truly cannot stand to the point that I could probably call it hate, were what was sucking the joy out of my job. I LOVE the special needs kids. I love the challenge of them, and trying to break their little codes.

I now have insurance, I am still in my retirement system, and I have less stress worrying about finding a job. LAL, while never saying anything during the search, seems to also be happy for me, thinking, as I do, that the current budget of most districts means their will be very little hiring.

But here is the important thing...the guy who interviewed me was merely in an interim position. His last day was the day I accepted. He is now the assistant superintendent in a district that is much closer. Why is this important? Because we TOTALLY clicked. We have the same philosophies, we had the same sense of humor, and we just clicked (in a professional way, ya sickos!)
THEN I come to find out, we have some mutual acquaintances. ROCK ON!
So, my hope is that I can stay in touch with him, and when his district is hiring, he'll let me know. Hopefully a year with this cooperative group, then on to greener pastures.

Oh, and here is the kicker. My last classroom I always belly-ached about because it was an interior room with no windows.
My new classroom is a trailer outside the school. Ye-ah.
I can't wait, though, to decorate it with lights and fun stuff for each holiday.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Still Alive!

I wish I had some wickedly glamorous tale to tell as to why I have been gone for a week.
I would love to tell you that after accepting the job, (and there is a draft I started about it), that Laughs-A-Lot whisked me away to some place warm, secluded and romantic, and if you want to say that about St. Louis in July, well then I guess we are already there.

But, instead, I will give you honesty. It is, after all, the best policy.

I bought an MP3 player and have been loading it up, when not at Laughs-A-Lot's, helping him move and decorate. (The sofa, loveseat and tables are FANTASTIC! His brother-in-law wants me to shop with him and his wife when they are ready to buy, and his mother said this confirms I am a keeper.)

Saturday at an ungodly hour, I leave for my reunion trip with the kiddos from the pediatric cancer charity. TOTALLY psyched! TOTALLY not ready, though.
I am also working extra nights to cover vacation at the second job.

BUT...I hope to finish the two drafts I have saved.