The Curse of June 27th

Warning: This post has nothing to do with the wedding.

Maybe it's hard for you to believe that I've taken a masters final with a mariachi band blazing outside my window or that my landlord got murdered when two weeks previous I got into a verbal altercation with him.  Maybe you don't believe that I have male-dressed-as-female prostitutes that walk down my street every weeknight at about 12:30 or that as I was eating dinner one winter evening, I looked out my dining room window and saw a man bleeding in my flower garden.  Believe it or not, it's all true.

But there's more.  A teenage girl tried to run over her boyfriend, and as he ran toward me standing on the sidewalk, so did her vehicle.  The female renters and the female landlord at the house next to mine got into a wrestling match in their yard the day before school got out and kept me up until 1 a.m.  A man (heavily under the influence) at the so-called "drug house" walked out into the busy street, collapsed, got run over, and then the neighborhood decided to watch in my yard.  Yep, that's all true too.

There is a big difference between having luck and being lucky.  I have luck, just the kind that no one wants.

Joe and I used to joke about the Curse of June 27th.  After last night, and yet another horrible incident, June 27th can spontaneously burst into flames or die by a thousand paper cuts. 

June 27, 2009: Joe and I had tickets to my favorite band, 311 and my favorite EVERYTHING, Snoop Dogg.  On our way to Salt Lake, the freeway going southbound was closed due to a bad accident.  With all of the side-streets, it took us four hours to go from North Ogden to Salt Lake.  When we arrived at our hotel, Joe got out, and his nice, new, khaki pants had turned black from sitting in a hot, black car for an extended period of time.  He had nothing else to wear, so he had to wear these "soiled" pants downtown until he could find a replacement.

June 27, 2010: Joe was already in Napa/Oakland/San Francisco visiting his friends, and I had my plane ticket to fly out.  I was scheduled to arrive at about 3 p.m. that afternoon.  Instead, I was stuck in Salt Lake due to an airplane malfunction.  I ended up on a teeny plane headed elsewhere, and a few of us were dropped off (meaning there was no terminal for us to go to) at about 8 p.m.

June 27, 2012: I was headed to my realtor's office to turn in my final papers on Lil Beans Compound.  I was rushing, so when I opened the large, steel door, my foot went under it.  No big deal until I pulled it out and saw that the top part of my big toe was still under the door.  Blood was everywhere.  Joe, who was planning on meeting me there, shows up and just stares in shock.  Amanda comes running down from her office and begins to dry-heave.  We go to the doctor where I was told to "stop bleeding on the carpet," and given several shots and prescriptions.

June 27, 2013: The freeway is closed on my way to Layton, so I sit in traffic for two hours.  After I get home, Joe and I decide to have a nice evening watching Moneyball.  Suddenly, we hear what we think are fireworks.  We run outside to see a branch on our biggest tree 75% snapped, and caught in our power line on the roof.  At 9:30 p.m., I call Rocky Mountain Power.  At 11 p.m., an idiot comes out (who I've had problems with before) and says it's "not his problem," and "it's not windy, so nothing will happen."  At 1:30 a.m., the branch snaps and the neighborhood wakes up thinking it's an earthquake and rushes over. I now have a forest in my yard, three broken shingles, and a sore throat from yelling at the power company.

But there is light at the end of this crap-filled, varmin-infested tunnel:  June 27 is now 365 days away.

No Excuses

One of my favorite classes that I teach is Base Camp.  Base Camp is a credit recovery course for students who are behind on graduation credit.  Most of the time is spent in silence while these kids are feverishly working on homework or packets, but every now and again, I take the opportunity to teach them a life lesson. 

On Day 1, as teachers are passing out disclosures and going over their long list of classroom rules (which I do in my other two courses), I have only one statement on the board for base camp.  It reads:

 On June 6, I will be at graduation, will you? 

 

I use this statement to start off class and to teach them that obviously something has happened along the way to land them in my class.  Maybe it was illness, or laziness, or home school, or lack of parenting, or pregnancy; regardless, they need to check their baggage at the door and concentrate on graduating and only on graduating.  My classroom motto is simple: No Excuses.  My only goal is to get them to graduate whether they are down one credit or thirteen. What do I want from them?  To see the value in graduating and meeting a goal...there is no excuse not to.

At graduation, while all of the students stand in line alphabetically, I go and congratulate my base camp students and my CE students.  I've done this for four years, and it is one of the things I look forward to the most out of the entire school year.  Last year, as I was hugging one of my darling base camp boys, he began to cry.  His words were simple and heartbreaking, "You are the only person here to see me graduate."  I didn't know what to say, so out it came, "there is no excuse for some people."  This particular student worked full-time, went to school full-time, and gave his parents every cent of his paycheck because they couldn't find work.  All he wanted was for his pathetic parents to sit in a hot auditorium and clap when his name was read or to fake a smile, and then take him to Chuck-a-Rama for a piece of processed chicken and a sundae. They weren't there, and he will never graduate from high school again.  There was no excuse reasonable enough for them not being there. 

We are fourteen days away from getting married.  As time winds down, we often catch ourselves reflecting on the whole engagement/wedding process, and I see how I am adopting the whole Base Camp No Excuses mantra.  For instance, since I've had exactly one year to plan, there is no excuse for it not being exactly how I wanted it.  Similar to my base camp student, however, I can only be responsible for so much.  He didn't have control over his parents, much like I don't have control over the people in my life (except for Joe, haha). 

If I could do an investigational research study on this whole wedding process, I would focus my energy on others' behavior rather than my own.  Picking Joe's brain, as well as my own, here is what we have learned about others during this process:

• Our married friends and family are more supportive than our single friends and family.
• Our vendors have become some of our biggest fans and friends for life.
• Everyone has an opinion about something, but you have to do what's best for you.
• Weddings, funerals, births, and graduations bring out the best and the worst in people.

We've also classified our friends and family into five categories for our own amusement.  I tried to stick with a common theme, but due to our newly-discovered green thumbs, all we could think of at the end was lawn care.

Rock Solid: Those that have been supportive from the beginning, but we assumed they probably would be. (Mamacita, Joe's immediate family, Grandpa George).

Gems: Our "shiners."  Those that we knew would help us, but they went beyond what we expected from them, and we truly feel that they have helped us make this wedding possible. (Shannon, Shannon, Melissa, Kristin, Justin, Peter).

Fossils: Those that weren't on our radar, but once they surfaced, have helped us realize that there are great people out there who are selfless and 100% happy for us. We need to upgrade our relationship status from "acquaintence" to "friend."  (Joe's aunts and cousins who aren't really his aunts and cousins are driving from California and have been so sweet to us throughout the year).

Crab grass: Those that exist without any expectations placed on them, and somewhere along the line we invited them out of obligation.  As rude as that sounds, let's be honest: they are just coming for the food and I probably won't see them again until the next obligatory event.

Dandelions: These are some of our friends and family members who we thought would be beautiful flowers and surprised us/disappointed us by being dandelions.  We were waiting for a phone call SOMEWHERE in the 365 days like, "Hey, so excited for you.  Do you need help with anything?"  Instead, we got a whole bunch of excuses and I cried many tears along the way. 

So there you have it.  My last post before our wedding that, like high school graduation, will come and go whether anyone (except for me and Joe) is there or not.  We are excited to share our day with you and you can eat all of the unprocessed chicken that you want!  But please, keep your excuses (and children) at home.

On July 12, I will be at my wedding reception, will you?

Meet the In-Laws

Disneyland 2012

It was a cold, dark, winter evening and I was at Joe's restaurant helping out after work.  Joe started putting on his black, leather coat, gloves, and a black beanie.  His dad walked in, wearing the exact same thing.  "Are you ready?"  Tom asked, looking intently at Joe.  "Yes," he said.  "We will be back shortly," Joe whispered, and they both got onto their motorcycles and drove away.

I'm not sure how long they were gone, but my creative mind pictured all of these things...most of them illegal.  When Joe returned, I know that my face must have been ghost-white, and I said to him in the most serious tone possible.  "I'm going to ask you something, and no matter what, you have to tell me the truth.  Do you promise?" I asked.  "Sure, what is it?" Joe said. I started out looking at the floor, and finally reached his eyes. "Are you in the mafia?" I whispered.

There was a long pause. Joe smiled, and I almost started crying.  He started laughing, and continued laughing so hard he cried and was bent over the counter holding his stomach.  "Well, are you or not?" I asked.  "I hate to break it to you, but I am not."  Joe continued,  "one day this will be a funny story and you will laugh just as much as I am right now...trust me."  I shook my head, wiped away my tears, and continued working.

 *****

In-Laws.  You don't marry just your significant other; you marry his family.  Joe and I chose to keep our relationship private for the first few years.  Yes, I said years.  We felt we needed to focus on us before bringing in outside factors.  I think for Joe, part of it was if I passed his test.  If I did, I would meet his family.  If not, why waste everyone's time?

I actually met Joe's family separately, which I think was a good idea especially since I am an only child.  I was very intimidated at first, and I blame Joe for this, because he would just tell me terrible stories, and being as gullable as I am, I believed him!  I can honestly say that I feel I fit in now. I had to put on my big-girl panties and just learn how to use my voice. And now, since I'm the first of their official in-laws, I'm their favorite, AND I always will be AND that's that!

Tommy, Joe's younger and only brother, was the first person I met.  He was playing hockey for Canada, and came home to visit around January.  His hair was bleached blonde and down to his shoulders.  He said, "hi," sat on Joe's couch, and ignored me the rest of the night.  He returned to Canada shortly thereafter, and I wasn't sure if I would ever see this odd, nineteen-year-old again.

Six years later, and now Tommy is twenty-five. I adore him as if he were my own brother and sometimes I forget that biologically he isn't.  I've caught myself saying "brother" instead of "brother-in-law" or "Joe's brother" several times.  Do I think that Joe and I maybe sometimes enable Tommy?  Why yes, yes we do.  Tommy has a soft spot in our hearts and always will.

When Nancy graduated with her Bachelor's.  One of my favorite pictures of Joe and Tommy.

One of the best memories I have of Tommy is the day I was finally allowed to move to Lil Beans Compound.  The grass was nearly as tall as I am, and the weeds were even worse.  I was at my town house in Bountiful cleaning, and Tommy and Tom went to my house and took care of the grass.  When I showed up hours later, Tommy was so happy to show me what he had accomplished and even bought me my first piece of yard equipment...a rake.  I tried not to cry, but I could feel it coming so I hurry and hopped back in my car and went and got us both McDonalds.  When I came back, the tears started coming.  "Oh gosh, please don't cry," Tommy begged.  So I sucked it up, and we had a picnic in the empty living room, just Tommy and me.  I've never had a brother, so I don't know what brothers and sisters do, but I imagine that something like this would be it.

The second best memory I have of Tommy is when he got my name for Christmas.  He was able to "slut up" a Bratz doll and named her "The Real Housewife of Salt Lake City."  IT WAS HILARIOUS!  I adored the fact that he went to all of this trouble just for me.  I have this doll on display and it will always have a special place in my heart because "my brother" gave it to me.  One of the best pleasures that I will have throughout my lifetime is that I am literally going to be part of the majority of Tommy's life.

Real Housewife of Salt Lake City.

The second person I met from Joe's family was his sister, Kate.  Kate is six months younger than me, and from the beginning, scared the heck out of me.  Again, I blame Joe for this.  Joe painted Kate to be the perfect sister, perfect female, perfect everything.  He made it very clear that her opinion about me was what mattered...and that was that.  Early on in our relationship, I saw how much he valued Kate.  When she would call, no matter what, Joe would pick up.  It was Kate, and he needed no explanation otherwise.  Then came the part where she was studying to be a cop and had a gun.  I was scared of her before I knew she had firearms and this was making it worse!

I met Kate for the first time at the restaurant.  She came in, gave me a quick hello, and was telling Joe about some stupid person who she wanted to kill.  All I could think of was is she really going to kill him/her or is this just an expression that she uses?  I also started looking at her wondering where her gun was.  As soon as she left, Joe stated, "that's Kate, she's just the best, isn't she?"  I tried not to pee my pants in fear.  I just replied with, "yeah, she's great!"

I would like to say that six years later I am no longer afraid of Kate...that much.  I feel that there are two sides and it's best to be on the side that she is on.  If I was on the "other" side, then that's where I would be fearful.  Kate is passionate and loyal and will do anything to stand up for what's right and protect her family.  She and Joe have this unique relationship where they just sit and say nothing for five solid minutes, and then they just start talking, and they both get it, and no one else does, and that's ok.

My favorite memory of Kate was when we both "left/were escorted/kicked out" of Tommy's hockey game.  In short, a stupid, fat, old man takes a cheap/illegal shot on Tommy, and the refs do nothing.  Joe is standing up saying every name in the book and gets kicked out (super classy).  Once he leaves, the crowd dies down, and Kate and I feed off of each other and continue what Joe started (super classy).  We are then "leaving," when Kate spots the jerkface walking to the locker room and got in his face.  I then climb up on the railing, lean over, and start yelling again.  Needless to say, Joe, Kate, and I were sitting in my car during the rest of the hockey game dreaming up all of the things we would like to do to this idiot and laughing about it even more.  A Word to the Wise: Don't Mess with Kate!



Kate and Joe at Downtown Disney.

Tom, Joe's father, and who I originally thought was the mafia boss, is a man of few words.  I first met him at the restaurant.  After sitting there for nearly an hour, and of course no introduction from Joe, I finally say to him, "Hi, I'm Kristin, you must be Joe's dad."  His reply was short, "I know who you are, but let's make Joe introduce you."  Later that day, Joe finally did.  During the summers, I would spend my afternoons at the restaurant with Tom talking about everything from food to presidential candidates.

Tom and I both have our masters degrees so we have our little jokes that drives Joe crazy such as "we don't have to do that, we have our masters degree," or "we have a fist-full of degrees."  At Disneyland, we were also the first two ready EVERY SINGLE MORNING, so we would sit on the steps and laugh at all of the nonsense we could hear in the hotel rooms of the others frantically getting ready.  Tom frequently has told me that he thinks that his family is totally crazy, but then one day he realized that "everyone else's family is just as crazy."  I think he is wise...and right.

Because surely anyone who holds up their hands in Splash Mountain has to be part of the mafia...right?

Nancy, Joe's mom and Nikki, Joe's sister, were the last two I met and who I've mentioned in previous posts.  As I get to know both of them, I cannot believe how much Nikki reminds me of Joe, and how much Nancy reminds me of...me!  Nancy and Nikki are both better cooks than I am, so I need to get better at that, and they are both better under pressure, where I just crack!  Nancy has the ability to put everyone else's needs in front of her own and accomplish them all at the same time.  I don't think she ever has a day off or anyone tells her "thank you" enough.  So Thank You, Nancy, from Your Favorite!  As far as Nikki is concerned, her personality is contagious and I forsee many times in the future of us being together and getting into trouble.  Hopefully, someone will be able to set bail!

Trouble with a capital T.

We were little school girls in Sleep Beauty's Castle!
 

Chelsea, Tommy's girlfriend, was the last person I met.  I love Chelsea for several reasons.  #1 She is an only child so she understands my social awkwardness.  #2 She is only twenty years old and is going to graduate with her bachelor's degree in social work so that makes her incredibly smart and focused.  #3 She never complains, and always listens.  #4 She likes owls!  #5 She has the best fashion sense out of all of us.  I think she adds a calming element to the family and I can't imagine a family function without her.   

Tommy and Chelsea.

*****

Some people say, "You can't live with them, you can't live without them," or "Oh great, I have do deal with the in-law's again!"  As Joe's mom, Nancy, was cleaning my disgusting fridge in Bountiful, I asked her why she was doing all this for me.  She stopped immediately what she was doing, looked at me dead in the eyes, and said, "NO MATTER what, this family will always be there for one another.  It's what we do." 

And now, I am part of it.

It's Only Weird if it Doesn't Work

One late Sunday night, I was nestled downstairs in the family room watching some installment of The Real Housewives.  Joe comes running in from his man den to find me downstairs and throws me an old, smelly jersey.  "It's time!"  He yells.  "Put this on!"  I merely cast it aside, and continue watching my nonsense. 

Joe starts fidgeting.  "Please," he begs.  "When you get this on, meet me upstairs."  I follow him  upstairs, still without the jersey on, but nosy as to what he is up to.  I find him in my bedroom, on my bed, tv blasting.  Now, I'm officially not impressed.  "What the heck are you doing?" I asked.  He is immersed in the baseball game.  "Put the jersey on, it has to be on right now!"  I follow his request and sit silently on my bed next to him.  At commercial break, I look at him completely confused.  "The last time the Giants played, I was in here during the exact same inning and I was wearing this and you were wearing that." This was all he managed to say before he was on the move again.  "Now what are you doing?"  I questioned.  "I watched the next inning out in the man den and I was on the telephone."  And with that he was off, with phone dialing, and I was still in an old, smelly jersey.

We can laugh at superstitions, or rituals, or old wives tales, or the politically correct term: traditions.  Regardless, it seems strange to outsiders, but seemingly has been in my life for a long time, first with my grandpa and mom, and now with Joe.  I would like to say that this was Joe's first "incident" but it's not, and it surely won't be the last.  At the end of the Bud Light commercial which first aired at Superbowl 2012, the tag line reads, "It's Only Weird if it Doesn't Work."  That evening, Joe's San Francisco Giants won the World Series.

As an avid sports fan and hockey player, Joe has told me of his very unhygienic and usual ways of actively participating to insure a win.  From wearing the same socks, to never washing a particular jersey the day the Indianapolis Colts play, to even synchronizing his watch to complete a full play-by-play from the last game, his teams usually win and win big.

And what do we do if they don't win?  Joe comes up with another plan naturally.  For instance, when the Saints played the Colts, I had a Superbowl party.  The Colts lost, and I sat there in tears among strangers who just raided my house for free food.  Joe says no more watching the Superbowl with people, and we haven't had or attended a Superbowl party since.

So with the "feelings" my grandpa gets, the "things happen in groups of three" that my mom lives by, and the smelly jerseys I will probably endure for the rest of my life from Joe, I have seamlessly followed and even created some of my own wedding rules/rituals/superstitions over the past year.  Here a just a few:

• Most of the recipients of the wedding invitations received them exactly a month prior to our wedding.
• I mailed out my wedding invitations from five different post offices to insure proper and timely delivery.
• NO ONE except for the moms are allowed to see my dress prior to the wedding ceremony.
• I have worn the same outfit to all of our vendors meetings and have eaten the same thing after each.
• Any particularly special occasion such as pictures, showers, final appointments, I have worn the wedding colors of yellow and teal.
• I will discuss other people's weddings with limitations and I will not actively participate in other's wedding planning process until after ours.
• Most of the dates we have scheduled for wedding things occur on our wedding dates of the 7th and 12th.  If they don't, there is some other significance behind the particular number chosen.
• July 7th will be exactly one year since we got engaged and is Joe's grandmother, Ruth's birthday.
• July 12th is halfway between my birthday and Joe's birthday.
• At the wedding reception, every little thing has a purpose for being there.  Most guests won't get it, but I will, and if I believe it makes the feng shui better, then so be it.

It's only weird if it doesn't work.

It Takes a Village

When I was barely twenty-four, I began teaching.  Eight years later, I have taught five different courses and been the advisor for eight clubs.  I have been to five graduations, eight "Looking Back" assemblies, thirty-two Parent-Teacher Conferences, and have taught approximately 1,280 students.  In eight years, I've had three kidney stones, dated four guys, moved six times, received my masters degree, got engaged, and will be getting married right before my ninth year.  While my life was in constant motion, one thing remained the same: Viewmont.

In March, I was approached by two of my best friends to have a faculty bridal shower.  I immediately said yes, but then I was overwhelmed with the unknown.  What would happen?  Who would be there?  What do I say?  What do I wear?  I thought about this bridal shower for two solid months.

The day finally came, and I wore a dress....a dress!  I wanted to show how important this day was to me and how nice I thought it was for everyone to spend time after work doing this.  Wearing a dress was the only way I knew how.  During 8th period, I started getting the jitters.  My students even asked me why I was so nervous.  "I have somewhere important to be after school," I said, "and I need to make a good impression."  They didn't get it, but who could blame them?  I didn't either.

When I walked downstairs, I couldn't believe my eyes.  Decorations, food, gifts, and most importantly, the people who have made my eight years some of the best years in my life.  Some people I knew would come, but some I was truly shocked at.  I didn't think ALL of the secretaries would be there.  Some even came on their day off or stayed late when they work part-time.  I couldn't believe that all of these people were there for me!

Needless to say, I had a fabulous time, and it is one of my fondest memories of Viewmont.  Not because I got a Magic Bullet (which is completely awesome), but because I was able to share one of the most important events of my life with some of the most important people in my life. 

After the bridal shower, I drove to my mom's house to show her all of the nice things I received and to tell her about it.  I started crying just speaking to her about it, and just like a mom, she did too.  I finally managed the words to express what I was feeling, "they did all of this for me because they are part of what has made me into the person I am today.  They've watched me grow up."

Since I've dedicated a previous post to my "school moms," I would like to dedicate this post to all of my fabulous friends at Viewmont who have made my life better just by being in it.  Here are just a few:

Whipplelott: Shannon and I grew up together as teachers.  We were advisors together and taught the same subjects.  She started as a newlywed and since has had two children. We ate lunch together every day for six years!  She is the person who I have confided in the most about...everything.  She is one of three people who I feel comfortable crying in front of, and she always manages to make me feel better even if she says nothing at all.  Although she has a different job now, every time I see her it is like she has never left.  My life is enriched because she is part of it, and I know no matter where our paths may lead us, we will always keep in touch.

Weshizzle: Weston and I started together as first year teachers, and we've had this bond ever since.  He is so silly and funny, and I enable it by laughing!   For only teaching together for three years, we have managed to stay in contact and see each other several times a year.  Weston has quite a fan base and is frequently on the news and in the newspaper, but when I see him, he is just Weston to me.  He was the first person who came to see my house, and I proudly/ socially awkwardly went to his son's baby shower.  Weston is my smart, famous, ridiculous, scarf-wearing, coffee drinking at the movies, avenues "hipster" friend, and my role model.

Shannon: Shannon is the third side to our first-year triangle.  She started the same time as Weston and I, so all three of us ate lunch together.  Shannon speaks her mind, and I think with her example, she has given me strength.  In the eight years I've known her, she has had two of the best behaved boys I've ever had the pleasure of watching grow.  Shannon is strong, but her best feature is her loyalty.  I know no matter what, Shannon always has my back, and in return, I will always have hers.

Melissa: Melissa was first friends with Whipplelott, so that's how I met her, and I am so glad I did!  Melissa is passionate, kind, and tough!  She single-handedly made and hung up all of the bridal shower decorations.  No big deal, right?  It is when you are seven months pregnant!  I have a different relationship with Melissa than I do Whipplelott and Shannon.  I look at Melissa as being my little sister.  I naturally just want to take care of her and watch out for her (even though she doesn't really need it).  I strive to be a better person so Melissa has someone to look up to.

Kristin: Kristin is the first person who I met at Viewmont, and truly one of the best.  When I told my mom about my interview, I said, "one day, I want to be just like her."  Kristin is such a great leader.  She is smart, caring, and does more for the school than even she realizes.  I love having my classroom next to hers and seeing her every day.  She doesn't expect anything from anyone that she doesn't expect first from herself.  I think a lot of us strive to be just like her because she is such a master teacher (plus, I never want to disappoint her).  She is still a person that I hope to be like someday, but I am also proud to call her my friend, and one of my best friends at that.

J. Fletch: I have only known Jo for about three years, and our friendship is just nonsense!  Whether we are at Costco, she's eating spaghetti on my living room floor, or we are just sitting in her office, when we are together, it is pure chaos.   What two women hide in the floor of my car after school?  I could go on and on about the crazy things we've done together, but maybe some of them are illegal?!? She makes me laugh so hard I cry, and half the time, we don't even know what we are talking about.  She has a contagious personality that lots of people flock to.  This year, she was named Counselor of the Year, and no one deserves it more than her.  She loves her students as if they were her own, and while she pours out confidence, she cares a lot about what people think of her.  Just so she knows, people think you're great!

Lisa: Everyone gets to have a crazy friend in their life, and I am so glad that mine is Lisa!  Lisa moved to Viewmont the same year as I started, and our classrooms were right next to each other.  Since then, she has moved far away, but I look forward to seeing her at least once a week and hearing her stories.  Her family has adopted me as if I was one of their own, and now Joe looks to her husband, Michael, as one of his best friends.  Lisa has the biggest heart and is one of the kindest people I know.  She always has words of wisdom that I take to heart.  Yesterday she taught me, "at the end of the day, all you have is your reputation, and that is the most important of all." 

Jizzle: Like so many others, I grew up with Jamie as she was my fellow advisor.  Some people have just work friends, some people just play friends.  To me, Jamie was both.  We had just a good of time at a football game as we would a Snoop Dogg concert.  She was my Jizzle and I was her Fred.  When she left for other opportunities, she came to my classroom to say goodbye, and as soon as I opened the door, we just stood there crying and laughing and crying and laughing.   No one loves her friends more than Jamie, and no one loves Viewmont more than Jamie.  I hope to possess that same passion.

Judy: Judy and I are seemingly opposite in some ways, and creepily alike in others.  We are both perfectionists, we like to plan, we love rap, and our favorite baseball team of all-time is the Mariners!  When I have a random comment that has nothing to do with nothing, I text him, and he does the same.  I guess you could say, we appreciate nonsense!  I think out of all my friends, I probably give Judy the most crap, but when someone else tries, I flip out.  Maybe in some ways, Judy is the little brother that I didn't know I wanted to have.

Breckon: Breckon and I have a bond that keeps us connected forever: SBO.  Other's think they know what it's about, but truly, they have no idea.  Where I was organized, she was creative.  Either way, SBO flourished because we loved the kids.  Sadly, she is not returning next year, but I hope to see her beyond the brick and mortar.

It Takes a Village to Raise a Fred!

Thank You!