Monthly Archives: November 2016

Oh Come On Gilmore

Couldn’t wait to watch the Gilmore Girls revival. Could. Not. Wait.


What the ever living he**?!

Okay, Lorelai and Luke: Yay!

Stars Hollow: Yay!

Emily: Yay! That DAR moment might have been the best ever. The giant painting was hilarious…and sad…but mostly hilarious.

Emily and Lorelai: Yay! 

Paris: Yay!!!

Doyle? Huh?!

32-year-old Rory: Uhhhhh, what?! I mean come on. When Rory was 16 and 17 and 18 and even when she was 22 some hard life decisions with real consequences led to or should have led to some real lessons, right? 

Okay. So, yes, Gilmore Girls is fiction.

And yes, Lorelai is not REALLY Rory’s mom.

But Lorelai Gilmore did not raise that milktoast, whiny, mess of a gal hanging on to, or sort of hanging on to, a guy with a fiancé. 

Sure destructive behavior was part of Rory’s growing up. But she grew up and she grew up good. We saw it at the end of season 7. And even when she told Logan no and rode off into the sunset to become the next Christiane Amanpour, we knew, we knew she’d be okay because Lorelai raised her and Stars Hollow raised her and Chilton raised her and even Emily and Richard and Luke and Sookie and Jackson…they all raised her, and they didn’t raise that empty, shallow creature who couldn’t to find a way to stand up for herself.

No way Paris is putting up with this Rory.

And what in the heck? Paul Anka, the missing dog, got more air time than Lane.

I know, I know. Gilmore Girls is NOT real. But geez, what in the heck? 10 years and that’s what you give Rory?

Boo. Just boo.

Thank goodness for Luke and Lorelai. That’s all I’m saying.

An Open Letter

We have to move on.The election is over. Trump won. Everyone who voted for him isn’t a racist misogynist. A lot of people who voted for him are just Republicans. The normal kind who want small government (except where uteruses are concerned and Rock Star Jesus–not to be confused with real Jesus). Some are Republicans, the fiscal kind–the often don’t care about uteruses and RSJ. They just want to see big dividends. Some of them are the ones who always vote the anti-abortion ticket…no matter what. Some are the ones who always vote R, no matter what because they believe it’s the right thing to do.

You can be mad, sad, angry. 

But it’s over.

Be mad. But go do something: volunteer at your local political office, a ministry, a community organization that supports your causes. Fundraise for them. Post articles with facts about the things important to you. Engage in dialogue, real dialogue, not diatribe.

You know people who voted R. You love people who voted R. They are not your enemy.

Did this election bring out White Nationalism? You bet it did. And you know what? That’s a good thing. It was already there, seething, waiting for a chance to spring out and say ha! Take that country who voted for Obama twice.

Now we know it’s there in all its ugliness. When you see the ugly, you can address it for real. But you can’t lump every Republican in one big pile and call them equal. That is wrong.

We have a democratic process. Trump won. We’ve got four years to work on that.

But we also have months to work on local elections and state elections. It’s not just about DC.

One more thing: over the last couple years I’ve seen a constant bombardment of misinformation out there with the sole purpose of scaring the crap out of our baby boomers. Don’t be part of the problem. Fact check with real sources. This is not just an R problem.

One more thing. We are the United States. What happens next depends on us. All of us.

Yes, Trump/Pence get to nominate a Supreme Court Justice (hopefully just one). That sucks. But that’s the system (unless the R’s control the system and lock out all nominees). Yes, they get to jack with the programs we think make our lives better. That’s the system. Want to change things? Change the next election. We don’t do that by calling our loved ones racists.

Love Wins…?

While a lot of people had all day to process the results of the election, I had to put my emotions away and work with kids who have the right to go to class without the journalism teacher telling them how to think politically. On the way home I was overcome with sadness. The grief was real and it wasn’t because the Republicans won.

It was because Trump won. 

It was because you can say all day that it’s about politics, but to listen to the man speak throughout this election proved it was about so much more. 

The election is over, and I hurt.

I hurt for my friends of the Muslim faith who have been equated to terrorists, for the people who have been victims of sexual assault at the hands of men who felt it was their right to take what they wanted, for people from Mexico, Central and South America who have heard “Build the wall” shouted out randomly by people who think they’re being funny. I hurt for my friends and loved ones in the LGBTQ+ community who have to fight for acceptance every day and have had to fight harder this last year. I hurt for every woman who has ever been openly rated and scored for no other reason than her physical beauty by the men in her life. 

I hurt for the representation that Trump was somehow the Jesus candidate. I hurt because people said time and again “they’re just words” and stop being so “politically correct.” 

I hurt.

I hurt for a nation suffering so much that they were willing to risk it all on the chance that maybe Trump and his “I can save you” mentality actually can do better than what we’ve had my entire lifetime.

All that said, through the tears I’m shedding while writing this post, through the pain in my throat and the cannonball of dread in my stomach, all that said, I still believe in my country and the system we have that allows the democratic election of the person to lead the United States. 
I believe love trumps hate. And I believe when it comes down to it, the people of this country WANT to work together. 

I pray this hurt will ease. I hope my fears for a Trump presidency will prove to be as ridiculous as my friends who voted for Trump have told me they are. I haven’t heard Trump’s speech today, but I read the highlights, and that’s a start.
Is it time for reconciliation? Yes.
Is it time for healing? Yes.

Is it okay that I hurt? Yes.

Hit the Wall

There’s this meme making the rounds every Friday. It’s a cat sprawled on a couch with the words teachers be like on a Friday after school.

Yesterday I hit that wall.

I came home, we talked about the game, I took Emmie for a walk, sat in the chair…and woke up at 7:30. Long enough to say good night and head to bed.

I don’t remember the last time I did that. Maybe it was a combination of staying up late for the World Series and NaNo, but for whatever reason I was out last night.

Brian’s had the tough part the last month. He’s been driving back and forth regularly, going to Wichita Falls, Lawton with his dad for chemo then back here for a few days.

I’ve been working, writing, reading JD Robb (just finished 35 but that’s done until after NaNo) and watching TV. My life has been almost normal.

But sleeping like that means I’m not taking care of myself so I’m going to make that a focus. 

I used to exist on four hours of sleep a night. It never bothered me. My how things have changed. 

I added cardio back to my life last week, now I’m adding sleep. It’s a must. Plus I read a study that said it’s helpful to weight loss. 😊

We need fun too

I have this problem.

As an adviser, I forget to have fun. 

I’m so focused on deadline, deadline, deadline I forgot to play games and be silly with the kids sometimes. 

We need fun too.

The class is too hard without it. I know that, but still, I forget.

This week was senior week and organizations decorated game walls to transform the school hallways as a tribute to the seniors. Super cool idea, but yearbook didn’t have a game wall because we’re on deadline and with seven kids, missing a deadline is disasterous.

Flash forward to yesterday when one of the kids came in before school and said, hey, I know, there are four of us and Trouble has four colors. We should be “Nothing but Trouble.”

I said sure, do it! 

So she started.

But she wasn’t done. When class began second period she asked if she could keep working, and I was faced with a decision.

Do the work because we’re on deadline, or do the fun because this is high school and fun is important to building a team.

I almost said no, deadline first.

But I didn’t.

Most of the kids kept working on deadline, but the few who built the game wall worked hard  today, and I think they’ll still finish. The ones who worked had fun watching their friends build the Trouble game.

Lesson learned.

Fun is important. Super important. I need to remember that.

Senior yearbook staff


Cardio Matters

How fast does cardio make a difference?

I’m paying attention this time.

Day 2 I felt it in my breathing. It was just easier to be. I don’t know if that makes sense or not. Deep breaths were just normal two days in. Yesterday I had to settle for walking around the complex since the gym was closed for the little kids Halloween party. Today I can definitely tell I never reached cardio level with the walk.

2 days.

That’s a big deal.

I’ll be back on the elliptical tonight.