Corey and Elizabeth
Corey, Christopher, Chuck, hey the 3 C's
Ca da Zan
inside the house
from the rose garden
love these trees
Chuck and Peter Paul Reubens, the painting where Abraham meets Melchizedek (sp?)
Friday
Ringling last Sunday
Trip to Ringling Museum of Art last Sunday.
Corey and Elizabeth
Corey, Christopher, Chuck, hey the 3 C's
Ca da Zan
inside the house
from the rose garden
love these trees
Chuck and Peter Paul Reubens, the painting where Abraham meets Melchizedek (sp?)
Corey and Elizabeth
Corey, Christopher, Chuck, hey the 3 C's
Ca da Zan
inside the house
from the rose garden
love these trees
Chuck and Peter Paul Reubens, the painting where Abraham meets Melchizedek (sp?)
Thursday
Catching up
Haven't had time to post lately so going to play catch up next few days. Beach trip 2 weeks ago.
Tuesday
Tired
I'm soooo tired...these kids are wearing me out...when a 2nd grader tells you you aren't going to get any respect because you're white it's not good.
Saturday
Friday
Decent day
This morning was the first in a few days I didn't have to give a note to the bus ramp attendant complaining (or making them aware, so the assistant principal could call them in and chew them out) about the kids behavior. This afternoon my manager told me one of the kids moms wanted me to call her. I was really dreading it, thinking she was going to chew me out 'cause I can't control all the kids and drive.
But, thank God, she was at her son's stop and asked me how he was behaving and handed me a paper with her name and phone and said if he ever gave me any problems to call her. I thanked her and told her I wished all the parents were as concerned as she is.
But, thank God, she was at her son's stop and asked me how he was behaving and handed me a paper with her name and phone and said if he ever gave me any problems to call her. I thanked her and told her I wished all the parents were as concerned as she is.
Thursday
Wednesday
blah..blah..blah..
Posting everyday is harder than I thought. blah..blah..blah covers work, pain in the patootie.
1st picture. A couple of years ago I had a dream. This picture, before I'd ever seen the desert was part of the dream. It was exactly like this, only my feet not Chuck's.
Chuck took this one, also in the desert, which strangely enough we decided is one of the big things we miss about the truck. Before we'd ever gone to the desert I never would have thought we would have actually liked it. But there's something about it -just can't explain.
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The road without screaming yelling kids, kind of miss it.
1st picture. A couple of years ago I had a dream. This picture, before I'd ever seen the desert was part of the dream. It was exactly like this, only my feet not Chuck's.
Chuck took this one, also in the desert, which strangely enough we decided is one of the big things we miss about the truck. Before we'd ever gone to the desert I never would have thought we would have actually liked it. But there's something about it -just can't explain.
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The road without screaming yelling kids, kind of miss it.
Monday
It's Monday. I already feel like I've worked a week. I may have to go to the Dr., always being tired is getting to me. Corey and I had a nice visit w/mom, dad, stu, and trish yesterday. Ate good food, played cards (almost won), saw the pretty color they're painting their LR, DR. Nice day.
The lake at Mom and Dad's.
The lake at Mom and Dad's.
Saturday
Catalina
19 years is a long time to have a cat. She was the best cat ever. She let the kids do anything to her and never complained. When we went to the Humane Society to get her she was the only one that didn't try to bite them and let them hold her no matter how awkward. I knew something wasn't right when I didn't hear her meowing this morning. She looked like she was just sleeping. I never thought I'd get so upset. Bye Cat we will miss you.
Friday
This has been a terrible week driving the kids. Not the high school or middle school but the elementary. Everyday has been a fight to get them to sit down, not yell, and just be safe so I can drive safe. Yesterday, I told one of them to give me a ball that the school administrator had told them to put in their backpack. He told them not to take it out on the bus. They took it out as soon as we got on the road and were tossing it. I told them to put it away but nooo... so I stopped the bus and told them to give it to me...it was thrown and hit me in the back of the head. Five referrals were given out today after talking to my boss and the school assistant principal. One was suspended from the bus the others took home their fun papers. On the way home, they were talking, loudly, about how what I said on the referrals wasn't true and how they disliked me. At one stop, where only one boy gets off, as he was getting off he handed me what you see below. I'll write what it says in case you can't read it. Needless to say he made my day.
Dear busdriver
thankyou for driving me home for two weeks you are a good bus driver sincerly Deion.
I like the picture he drew of me.
Dear busdriver
thankyou for driving me home for two weeks you are a good bus driver sincerly Deion.
I like the picture he drew of me.
Thursday
Tuesday
Now that I'm home I think I might try to keep up with Tricia's idea of blogging everyday. I think it will mean short updates.
I started driving a bus again March 28th. I was a sub driver. Today I accepted a route that I have been driving. I don't know if I am happy about this because there are some really wild kids from the elementary school, the reason I have been on a camera bus. They need consistancy though. They need to know what the rules are to be able to follow them. If their driver keeps changing and there is no consistancy with what is expected of them, how will they know how they are supposed to behave?
Pray for me because they exhaust me and I want to be safe on the road.
I am also going to try to start sketching daily and post it once or twice a week - kind of a way of being accountable.
I started driving a bus again March 28th. I was a sub driver. Today I accepted a route that I have been driving. I don't know if I am happy about this because there are some really wild kids from the elementary school, the reason I have been on a camera bus. They need consistancy though. They need to know what the rules are to be able to follow them. If their driver keeps changing and there is no consistancy with what is expected of them, how will they know how they are supposed to behave?
Pray for me because they exhaust me and I want to be safe on the road.
I am also going to try to start sketching daily and post it once or twice a week - kind of a way of being accountable.
Monday
Friday
A trip to the Maitland Art Center for inspiration. Corey took all these pictures.
Sunday
Wednesday
I'm back.........
Well, it's official, I am now a bus driver again. I started this afternoon as a substitute driver. This means I go to work and wait for them to tell me where I'm going to work today. Today I was a monitor for special needs kids. I don't want to be a monitor but today was good, litte kids, really cute, and an air conditioned bus.
It's like a new job because I'm not in the area I was before and I don't know anyone.
So I guess I'll get to know some new people. I'm tired so that's all for now...
It's like a new job because I'm not in the area I was before and I don't know anyone.
So I guess I'll get to know some new people. I'm tired so that's all for now...
Thursday
Wow...
I just read Jesse's comment she left on facebook. I had to put it here for others to read:
When did the world turn to this?
When did freedom of speech mean:
I'm a liberal you have to listen to me complain vs. I'm a republican, I'm not allowed to say anything to offend you.
If I do happen to say anything at all about what my political/religious views I am risking a public stoning.
I was yesterday sitting in downtown monterey. There was a protest for the war going on. It was basically 100 people with a fake casket with a flag draped over it, a thing/monster that looked like a tiki pole (I took it to symbolize Bush or our Government), and people dressed as mourners. I laughed aloud at the sight. It was ridiculous. I risked opening my mouth and saying "wow this is the largest group of hipocrites. They say they want peace yet all they try to do is stir up agnst, anger and hatred." A camera man i presume that was with the group looked at me like he wanted to eat me and then he preceeded to flick me off. What a loving group. I hope to God he quotes me or something. Someone needs sense around here.
I wonder if those people realize that the people they say they want to come home from Iraq VOLUNTEERED for the position. All the soldiers, airmen, navy, and marines that i saw in the area all looked on the ridiculous 'parade' with disgust. If only those hippies realized that no one except them agrees with what they have to say.
If they lived in a communist country...where would they all be right now?
Jail.
Where alot of them belong.
I say do something useful with your time. Stop wasting ours.
And for crying out loud, stop abusing your Freedoms that you so blatantly don't deserve.
God Bless America. Even though we don't deserve it.
When did the world turn to this?
When did freedom of speech mean:
I'm a liberal you have to listen to me complain vs. I'm a republican, I'm not allowed to say anything to offend you.
If I do happen to say anything at all about what my political/religious views I am risking a public stoning.
I was yesterday sitting in downtown monterey. There was a protest for the war going on. It was basically 100 people with a fake casket with a flag draped over it, a thing/monster that looked like a tiki pole (I took it to symbolize Bush or our Government), and people dressed as mourners. I laughed aloud at the sight. It was ridiculous. I risked opening my mouth and saying "wow this is the largest group of hipocrites. They say they want peace yet all they try to do is stir up agnst, anger and hatred." A camera man i presume that was with the group looked at me like he wanted to eat me and then he preceeded to flick me off. What a loving group. I hope to God he quotes me or something. Someone needs sense around here.
I wonder if those people realize that the people they say they want to come home from Iraq VOLUNTEERED for the position. All the soldiers, airmen, navy, and marines that i saw in the area all looked on the ridiculous 'parade' with disgust. If only those hippies realized that no one except them agrees with what they have to say.
If they lived in a communist country...where would they all be right now?
Jail.
Where alot of them belong.
I say do something useful with your time. Stop wasting ours.
And for crying out loud, stop abusing your Freedoms that you so blatantly don't deserve.
God Bless America. Even though we don't deserve it.
Monday
Art..Sunday...Nice break and inspiration...
Sunday, I skipped church (I'm bad) and went to the Winter Park Art Festival early. After 7 months of being in the truck I really needed to just be around art, artists, family, outside, a non-industrial place, somewhere that could inspire me to do what I am meant to. It was a nice day, cool, some good art, some weird, some creepy, some gorgeous, just nice to be around. We got there early enough to miss the crowds, yeah!!
I was not comfortable taking pictures of anyones's art so I took some of Corey and Christopher, my brother Stuart, and fountains and plants.
Thank God for art and creative people....
I was not comfortable taking pictures of anyones's art so I took some of Corey and Christopher, my brother Stuart, and fountains and plants.
Thank God for art and creative people....
Wednesday
i see smoke..
Yesterday, an off day from job hunting, I took a resume to Lk Mary and Tricia and I went to breakfast in Heathrow, very pretty. I wish I'd taken my camera in. The one and only drawback to this camera is you can't be discreet about taking pictures.
Afterward, we were driving home and saw smoke like something had exploded. Tricia wanted to see what was causing it so that was cool. It must have been a controlled burn or something, it was really neat to see how the smoke kept changing and all the people it attracted.
Then I got to go bowling with mom. I did awful but I enjoy time with mom. I met a lady who gave me info about a possible part time job driving for senior citizens, which was one of my more favorite jobs.
Afterward, we were driving home and saw smoke like something had exploded. Tricia wanted to see what was causing it so that was cool. It must have been a controlled burn or something, it was really neat to see how the smoke kept changing and all the people it attracted.
Then I got to go bowling with mom. I did awful but I enjoy time with mom. I met a lady who gave me info about a possible part time job driving for senior citizens, which was one of my more favorite jobs.
The end.... and the beginning.....
I read this on someone else's blog and it felt familiar...
So what is it that determines when the "old" ends and the "new" begins? Especially when "it" is not a date on a calendar; when it is a small, quiet, internal event that changes the way we see things...including ourselves? What is "it" that prompts the finishing of one chapter...and the beginning of a new one?
I'm not sure that I can define what the "it" is...but I do know that I've felt as if I've been on the brink of "it" over the past year; almost like everything I've been through was necessary in order for me to arrive at this moment. There is an undeniable and subtle excitement which reminds me of the first day of school (with new supplies in hand of course!) mixed with a touch of anxiety over the unknown and a twinge of sadness for having to let go of old thoughts and paradigms...and even, people. Letting go is the hardest part for me...especially of things that are familiar and comfortable even though I've outgrown them (like a favorite pair of jeans...or friends), but I've found that it is necessary so that I can free myself up and be open for what is to come.
Possibilities...new beginnings.
Where this person does not know what the "it" is I have sooo many "its" I don't know which to choose from.
Yes, it's been almost a year of changes. Deciding to try the truck thing... actually going thru with it... passing the school...getting a truck and going out on the road.... Jesse leaving home and getting married.... Hannah dying.... Corey starting school again... meeting Christopher and being in a relationship.... so many things.
But the truth for me is it's been more like a long change, 5 - 6 years of it. Chuck's accident, him not working for 3 years, home school (of 14 years) ending.
So in essence the life I knew and really did not plan beyond ended and a new one began. I've struggled with accepting it. I've disliked it immensely, hated is better. I thought I would be more involved with art and maybe able to make $$ off it. Of course, I think this is something I've given up too easily on.
Now starting over, yet again, - trying to find another job, Chuck getting his old job back, Thursday he left for his last trip in the truck - solo - I'm done. I can't believe it!!!
I feel like I've been gone forever. It's going to take some getting used to being back home. I realized yesterday when I was in the truck, the focus was drive, eat and sleep. I didn't have to think beyond it. I come home and there's so much that's gotten behind here because of being gone 7 months and just dumping when I did come home, yikes!! I feel so overwhelmed, where to start, what to do, and look for a job while I do it all...
I do have to admit though, for the first time in a very long time, I am maybe a little excited about possibilities.... if I can just get organized...
everything I've been through was necessary in order for me to arrive at this moment
So what is it that determines when the "old" ends and the "new" begins? Especially when "it" is not a date on a calendar; when it is a small, quiet, internal event that changes the way we see things...including ourselves? What is "it" that prompts the finishing of one chapter...and the beginning of a new one?
I'm not sure that I can define what the "it" is...but I do know that I've felt as if I've been on the brink of "it" over the past year; almost like everything I've been through was necessary in order for me to arrive at this moment. There is an undeniable and subtle excitement which reminds me of the first day of school (with new supplies in hand of course!) mixed with a touch of anxiety over the unknown and a twinge of sadness for having to let go of old thoughts and paradigms...and even, people. Letting go is the hardest part for me...especially of things that are familiar and comfortable even though I've outgrown them (like a favorite pair of jeans...or friends), but I've found that it is necessary so that I can free myself up and be open for what is to come.
Possibilities...new beginnings.
Where this person does not know what the "it" is I have sooo many "its" I don't know which to choose from.
Yes, it's been almost a year of changes. Deciding to try the truck thing... actually going thru with it... passing the school...getting a truck and going out on the road.... Jesse leaving home and getting married.... Hannah dying.... Corey starting school again... meeting Christopher and being in a relationship.... so many things.
But the truth for me is it's been more like a long change, 5 - 6 years of it. Chuck's accident, him not working for 3 years, home school (of 14 years) ending.
So in essence the life I knew and really did not plan beyond ended and a new one began. I've struggled with accepting it. I've disliked it immensely, hated is better. I thought I would be more involved with art and maybe able to make $$ off it. Of course, I think this is something I've given up too easily on.
Now starting over, yet again, - trying to find another job, Chuck getting his old job back, Thursday he left for his last trip in the truck - solo - I'm done. I can't believe it!!!
I feel like I've been gone forever. It's going to take some getting used to being back home. I realized yesterday when I was in the truck, the focus was drive, eat and sleep. I didn't have to think beyond it. I come home and there's so much that's gotten behind here because of being gone 7 months and just dumping when I did come home, yikes!! I feel so overwhelmed, where to start, what to do, and look for a job while I do it all...
I do have to admit though, for the first time in a very long time, I am maybe a little excited about possibilities.... if I can just get organized...
everything I've been through was necessary in order for me to arrive at this moment
Sunday
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