Teaching Tinies

The absence of literature posted to my blog lately has not been because of the lack of activity in my life.  In fact, the exact opposite is true.  As summer ends and another school year begins, I find myself scrambling to ensure I am adequately prepared for my incoming tinies.  In recent weeks, I’ve spent hours, days, weeks tending to my classroom: cleaning and organizing, decorating, labeling, etc.  Official back-to-school meetings commence tomorrow and bring forth bittersweet emotions with it.  On one end of the spectrum, I am excited to begin my 9th year teaching and ready to meet my new students.  On the other end, I am overwhelmed with the amount of new procedures and terminology I am faced with learning.  The sheer size of my school (800 children grades K-3!) is mind-boggling!  The threat of disappointing my past teaching partners, principal, and especially my former superintendent linger in the back of my mind.

Through it all, I have remained eerily calm, my husband can attest to that.  Typically by this point, I stay awake into the wee hours of the morning the majority of the week and fight back the urge to cry almost daily.  Today, while I feel overwhelmed, exhausted, and sad to leave my family to pursue this next chapter in my life, I also feel exhilarated.  This is an opportunity not everyone gets in life; the chance to create a new name for myself and show what I’m truly made of to people who have no reason to believe in me or even like me.  It gives me a renewed spirit and a chance to re-appreciate my chosen career.

I teach kindergarten.  It may not be glamorous and often times it’s fairly messy, but I chose to do it.  While it stresses me out and there are days when I think I never want to step foot into a classroom again, there are far more days when I come home knowing I’m completely beat because I gave my all to 20 kiddos.  If that’s not rewarding, I’m not sure what is.  Don’t forget to thank you child’s teacher.  They’re not raising 1 or 2 children; they’re raising 20+, all at once for 8 hours a day.  It’s harder (and more rewarding) than you think!

 

 

Flash Mob Update

I said I’d post a link to the flash mob I participated in as soon as one became available.  Here are two that we have found so far.  You can’t see us very well in either as there were nearly 250 participants, but the wow factor is amazing.  Enjoy!

Camp Modin Color War Break 2013

On the Portland Press Herald website, you have to click on “Dancing Flash Mob in Saco,” under Videos.

Juiced

What do you think of when you hear the phrase “on the juice?”  If you’re like me, you’re probably picturing a professional baseball or football player with muscles the size of cantaloupes protruding from his arms, a neck that appears to have bloomed a small head on top, and thighs the size of telephone polls.  I know, I know, not all professional athletes are juiced, but come on, you really think we believe your pecs got that big from bench-pressing alone?

Well, I’m pretty proud to say I went on the juice.  Yep, three solid days of it.  I’m not going to say it was easy, but I completed it and lived to tell about it, pretty much my motto for anything I do in life.  I finished my first juicing cleanse yesterday.  My motivation, you ask?  To reintroduce healthy eating back into my life, to jump start my taste buds for anything and everything leafy, and let’s face it, to shed a few pounds.  Since our move to Portland, my husband and I have tried as many restaurants as possible, eating out at least once a day.  The variety of cuisine here is indescribable.  With new eateries popping up each and every day, chefs have to add their unique flavor to even the most tried and true dishes.  I have been in food heaven, which has wreaked hell upon my body!

Up until this point, I have been a very strict eater.  I eat my fruit and nonfat Greek yogurt for breakfast every morning, raw almonds or an apple as a morning snack, protein shake for lunch, another handful of almonds or fruit for my pm snack, and a healthy dinner which always begins with a nice hearty salad.  I ALWAYS have at least once glass of red wine (usually 2) and I stay away from processed foods, most red meats, and fatty foods at all costs.  And, I don’t care for sweets, especially chocolate.  The smell of it makes me gag!  People often ask me, “How do you have such discipline?”  For me, it’s easy.  Food is an event to me.  It’s not just about what I’m eating, it’s about whom I get to share it with and having the time to enjoy it.  It’s not too much fun to eat gourmet sashimi in 15 minutes while elbow to elbow with 6 women talking about how many kids they sent home throwing up today, especially when the smell of cafeteria-style overcooked broccoli lingers through the air.  (I’m a teacher, btw.)

In the nearly 3 months since I’ve moved, I’ve let go of the reigns and given myself a food freedom I’ve never allowed myself to before.  I’ll admit, I even had buffalo wings at Gritty’s a few weeks ago, and they were incredible!  The time had come, however, to tighten up my belt and clean my body so that I can be in tip-top shape for the herd of children I’ll be raising for the next nine months, therefore, cleanse time!

I chose to use the juice recipes made on the documentary “Fat, Sick, and Nearly Dead.”  The idea for me was not to starve my body in hopes of achieving that Hillary Swank body we all desire (yeah, that’s sarcasm, folks).  I wanted to make sure my body was getting an overload of vitamins and nutrients, something it had not received as much of lately.  For three days, I drank 5 specially concocted juices, one each for breakfast, morning snack, lunch, pm snack, and before dinner, which consisted of, you guessed it, more fruits and vegetables.  Day 1 was pretty difficult as I found myself full quickly and had a hard time getting all the juices in for the first day.  I was too full to even eat dinner that night.  Day 2 was the hardest as I worked in my classroom all day, exerting more energy than I had thought I would.  The fullness of the juices ran thru me quickly and I found myself starving by the time I got home.  Dinner that evening was a huge spring mix salad with lots of tomatoes and onions, no salt, pepper, or dressing and watermelon for dessert.  Day 3 was the easiest, by far and I enjoyed roasted brussel sprouts, purple potatoes, garlic cloves, and red peppers, again, no salt, pepper, or olive oil.

The most difficult part of the whole process was the actual juicing.  The first day, I spent at least 6 hours focused on this task between shopping for the ridiculous amount of produce it required and juicing them all.  Though it wasn’t the easiest on the bank account, I would much rather have spent the money on this task than any kind of medical procedure, which could have been warranted upon continuation of this eating spree.

Today, I begin eating normal again, though with one small change, I have decided to give up red meat.  It’s something I’ve milled over for quite some time now and after much research, I find it’s a great decision for me.  While I am a huge advocate for animals, I’ll be honest and say it’s not because of the cruel ways animals are treated before they are slaughtered and consumed.  I’m very in-tune with my body and have discovered that red meat makes me feel awful after I eat it.  Why consume something that makes you feel bloated, sluggish, and slightly ill?   I’m just one step closer to becoming meat free, Ashley!  Soon, I’ll be calling you for vegetarian recipes.

You can find this cleanse by clicking on Joe Cross’ 3-Day Weekend Juice.  Below is a breakdown of the produce I consumed in 3 days time.

12 carrots, 12 apples, 6 Golden Delicious apples, a huge ginger root, 9 cucumbers, 18 stalks of celery, 9 bunches of kale, 2 lemons, 3 limes, 12 plum tomatoes, 6 red bell peppers, 1 red onion, 6 cups of parsley, 3 sweet potatoes, 6 beets, 3 bunches of Swiss Chard, and 18 clementines, and this doesn’t include my dinners.

Two Thumbs Up

Last night, my husband and I attended a movie premier.  No, not the ‘get all dolled up in an expensive gown and walk down the red carpet kind’ (darn), but a premier, nonetheless.  The event took place in downtown Portland’s contemporary art museum SPACE Gallery.  We blundered onto this unique space while attending last weeks First Friday Art Walk.  Intrigued by the unconventional pieces displayed in the windows, we were taken aback by the retro paintings on the wall, not to mention the bar in the entrance and the crowd of people doing yoga to “trance” style music while everyone watched. A place we knew we would certainly have to visit again.  My husband was researching online and came across this weekend’s events, one being this premier of “Blackfish,” a movie we were both anxious to see.

We first heard about the movie “Blackfish” while listening to NPR one afternoon.  (Same place we heard about La Boheme.  If you’re not listening to NPR, you’re missing out!)  This movie was originally an independent film shown at the Sundance Film Festival in January and was later picked up by Magnolia Pictures.  It depicts the pitfalls of capturing and training orca whales, specifically the role Sea World plays in this.  The film interviewed several past trainers and employees regarding practices and procedures used with the whales, everything from how they were captured to the pools they are placed in during non-showtimes, etc.  Just a heads up, this movie is not for the faint of heart.  If you have a passion for animals, this will truly make you sick to your stomach when you see what these animals are put through for the purpose of entertainment.

After we were stunned by the film, we were fortunate enough to participate in a live Q & A session with former Sea World trainer, John Hargrove.  Several audience members had the opportunity to speak with him and ask questions regarding his time spent as a trainer and his knowledge of the whales.  Listening to him speak offered more insight into this obscene form of entertainment and his outlook on the subject.

Upon leaving the premier, my husband and I crossed the street to grab a bite at a trendy night-time hotspot, Nosh.  This place is known for their bacon dusted french fries. (Sorry, Kitty, not a fan.)  While we waited for our yummy dishes, we were entertained by what had to have been someone’s mixed tape from the early 90’s.  Discussing the film and toe-tapping to the likes of Vanilla Ice, Naughty By Nature, and Dr. Dre really made for an exceptional evening.  We wet our pallete with some lip-smacking libations and cured our growling stomachs with some savory sandwiches.  We then finished the evening with a nice walk into downtown South Portland with our sweet puppies.

My Boogie Shoes

I wouldn’t consider myself a great dancer.  Beat and rhythm come very natural to me, but dancing, whew!  That’s a whole other ballgame.  Friends of mine who have seen me dance truly understand this.  Let’s just say I have a way of awkwardly contorting my body so as to alert others and gain pity.  That sort of, “Aw, she’s special,” kind of way.  Regardless, I don’t let it stop me from doing what I love to do.

That being said, I signed my husband and I up for a flash mob back in May.  A friend I met during a visit to NYC (thank you, Chloe!) told me about this great website called Flash Mob America where you sign up and they send you emails informing you of dates and locations of upcoming mobs.  I was stoked to find Maine’s debut would be in August!  Just in time for us to get settled in to our new home and before the back-to-school rush.  The perfect formal Mainer induction, wouldn’t ya say?

So like I said, I signed us up in May and we anticipated our directions.  Come June, no word on any flash mobs.  July, nada, nothing.  Finally August 1, just 4 days shy of actual performance day, we received an email with details of the mob including video tutorials and the official day and time.  Group practice dates and times were the 2 days prior to the event and the location was strictly hush, hush, only to be announced at the END of Monday’s rehearsal.  We attended Sunday’s rehearsal (3 hours!) and Monday’s rehearsal (3 hours!) only to find out that we still were not to be told of the location.  We were being bused in (yes, in true “go ’round and ’round” fashion) and it was a closed event.  The patrons would be taking care of all videography and we might have access to the video afterwards if they so choose.

Everyone in rehearsals had their own theory as to whom we were performing for.  My husband and I, being the zany couple we are, decided to begin a rumor that we were the opening act for next season’s SYTYCD.  That’s So You Think You Can Dance for the latecomers.  Needless to say, I don’t think it spread like wildfire, but we thought we were pretty entertaining:).

We loaded the buses at 3:30pm with our performance time scheduled at 5pm.  For those of you not mathematically inclined, that’s an hour and a half until show time, which meant more time on the bus than needed for anyone over the age of 12.  Thankfully, we were a short 10 minute drive from our rehearsal space, however, that gave us a good wait on the bus so as to not reveal the big show.  Once we were allowed off the bus, we were finally clued in to the beneficiaries of our grueling work.  We were to perform the “Color Wars Reveal” for a summer camp called Camp Modin.  (After googling this place, I would give all 4 limbs to work here, let alone be a camper here.)

The show actually took place in a field located behind Funtown Splashtown in Old Orchard Beach.  As the campers finished a day of tummy-twisting rides, they were herded into a tent and given strict directions to follow staff to their next location.  Along their destination, our flash mob surprised them by jumping out from behind parked vehicles in a parking lot and performing an oh so chipper dance to “Pump It” by the Black Eyed Peas.  They were then directed to the field where a mob of over 200 volunteers got funky to “Light ‘Em Up” by Fall Out Boy.  Now, I’m not gonna say I was fantastic, but I sure brought my boogie shoes and had a blast!  Those kids didn’t have a clue as to what was coming to them!  And the volunteers did a great job of keeping the momentum going with a balanced dose of singing and jamming out!

My husband and I are both still signed up on the website and anticipate doing several more of these.  Take a glance and see if you have the opportunity to be a part.  I promise it’s something you’ll be glad you joined!  And I’ll post a YouTube link if one becomes available.

Cliche…

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An incredible photographer, Ed Cooley, once told me that on every location shoot he goes on, whether Paris, Rome, or Portland Maine, he always takes the “Cliche” shots first.  “Just get em out of the way because you’ve got to take em.  Then you can look for angles and lighting that lend more towards your own style or mood that day.”  So here is my “Cliche” take on Portland Head Light, the most photographed spot in Maine, with my spin on it.  Hopefully the first shot gives a classic feeling making the viewer unsure of what era it was shot in, and the second should elude to the amount of tourism, and or voyeurism, at this gorgeous location.  I’ve also added an image of a bird perched on a chain link fence next to its manufactured home.  Birding is a large past time and draw for tourists up…

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“You Can’t Get to There From Here”

Have you ever been orienteering?  You know, tossed in the middle of some unknown wilderness with nothing but a topo map and a compass?  I actually have.  My husband and I competed in the Ozark’s Greenway Adventure Race a few years back where orienteering was one of the main events.  Thankfully, I was teamed up with the hubs and two more skillful men who were able to lead us to all our checkpoints and back to our bikes before dusk.  There’s nothing quite like 10+ hours of running, biking, and orienteering thru the mud.  It really was quite entertaining and certainly tested myself physically and mentally.

That, however, was a race.  Today, I’ve been plopped down in the middle of a modern wilderness.  Though I don’t run the risk of dehydration or having to urinate in the woods, the threat of me getting lost here is certainly a possibility and has happened a few times already.  I typically have a keen sense of direction (my husband would argue this point) and can feel which way is north.  Maine has truly put my navigational skills to the test and so far, they stink!  But I must attest, I’m not the only one who has been a bit baffled by the layout of this area, my husband has commented on it several times and even led himself astray coming home from last week’s ballgame.

We noticed immediately the nonsensical roads, as each seems to merge and bend in no particular rhyme or reason.  And forget the grid pattern in which they run parallel and perpendicular to each other, I don’t think Maine has ever heard of it.  We have asked several people where the design for the roads system came from and so far, we’ve gotten the same response.  When the northeast was founded, it was traveled by horse and buggy.  People began to develop areas and build houses between the dirt paths for easy access to travel.  By the time formal roads were built, homes and businesses stood where logical intersections should meet.  Unable to change the patterns, they paved the paths and people just figured it out.

Whether this is actually true or not, I don’t think I’ll ever know, but it is interesting as to the number of people who have offered us this same explanation.  When we tell people we’re new to the area, they offer many suggestions of things to do, restaurants in which to dine, and sites to see. When we ask for directions, they all seem to have the same response…”Well, you can’t get to there from here.”  Super.  Thanks, Mainers.

 

 

 

On Top of the World

The beauties of the surroundings of my new home are absolutely breathtaking.  Here in South Portland, it’s the architecture of the cape-style homes, in Portland, the history behind the brick buildings and cobblestone roads.  As I travel beyond the city, it’s the plant life, not just the abundance and varieties, but the shear heights of these trees are incredible!

With this much outdoor beauty so close at hand, it’s hard to believe it’s taken my husband and I this long to finally do a day hike.  Really, we had to find a pet sitter for the dogs and I was a bit leery about letting a total stranger come into my home and play with my pups.  Thankfully, we’ve found an amazing lady with a passion for animals just a few short blocks from us.  We knew she was the perfect fit when she walked thru the door and Lulu didn’t bark at all!  Any who, with the dogs taken care of, we planned a day hike and fully executed it yesterday.  Here’s how it went down.

To start, my husband had a late ballgame Wednesday night which pushed our wake-up time back an hour.  Of course, it took us a good three attempts to get out of the apartment with everything we needed.  We had to stop for gas and Ananias’s didn’t have any breakfast sandwiches prepared so I had to wait for those.  We took off for our hike at 10:30am, MUCH later than planned.  For those of you who’ve hiked the Rockies, you know that this hike would not be happening.  With the sudden change in weather on the mountains, the thin air, and the difficult level of the trails, this late start time would have been the perfect recipe for disaster.  Thankfully, my husband and I were driving to the White Mountain National Forest in New Hampshire where the distance between sea level and mountain summit are much smaller in comparison and alleviates oxygen deprivation.  There’s also much less threat of erratic weather.  As for the terrain, I would say it’s very comparable, at least if I base it on the soreness I feel today.

Though we got a little turned around a couple of times (thanks Siri), we made it to Piper Trailhead by noon and began the 4 1/2 mile hike to summit Mt. Chocorua.  Now I have to preface this with the fact that by the time we arrived, we had changed our plans and weren’t going to summit.  We ran into another couple about our age at the bottom and the guy told us this was at least a 10-hour hike, top to bottom.  This caused us some worry, as there was no way I was hiking this at night.  We had decided to hike to a lookout about 2 1/2 miles up and then head back.  This is where I get to brag on us a little.

My husband said we needed to, “Book it,” meaning go super fast which is much easier for him with his long, Nairobi legs than me with my Miss Piggy legs.  Either way, I did my best to keep up and we hiked the crap out of that mountain!  From parking lot to summit, we made it in 2 1/2 hours!  And the views were totally worth it.

Mt. Chocorua Summit

Enjoying the View

Greenery

The descent was a little scary as it is much easier to climb up rocks than down them and apparently in my older age, I’m becoming less than thrilled with heights.  Fatigue had begun to set in our legs which we hadn’t realized until we stood up after enjoying our mountain top view.  It also didn’t help that on our way up, rather than stay on the path, we crawled wherever we wanted to make it to the top.  This caused for a bit of confusion on the way down and thankfully with the help of a couple of nice and well-informed hikers, we found our trail to get back down.  At this point, we were hungry, thirsty, and tired and still had 4 1/2 miles to go.  No worries, though.  We blazed that trail making it back to our car in under an hour and 20 minutes.  We even ran the last 2 miles of the trail!

The drive back to South Portland went much smoother as we didn’t get lost and were able to reflect on our day over some much needed water and snacks.  Back home, we enjoyed some great bar food and drinks at Gritty McDuff’s Brewpub in Old Port.  Tonight’s agenda includes a four-course dinner at raved restaurant Bar Lola in Portland’s East End followed by tickets to see La Boheme at Merrill Auditorium.  Just another day in paradise!

That’s a big boat!

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Walking to the grocery store the other day I couldn’t help but notice someone had parked their rather large boat down by my favorite watering hole, J’s Oyster.  Now with my dad having been in the Navy for 20 years I’ve seen a good number boats, but this one dwarfs them all for sure.  Upon further investigation, this gal’s name is Glory. She’s 14 stories tall and houses about 3000 people for 7 days at a time.  Carnival Glory departs from NYC and cruises to Boston, Portland, New Brunswick, and Nova Scotia, then makes it’s way back to the Big Apple.

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Mis Padres

The hardest part about being in a new place with so many wonderful experiences is not being able to share it with my parents.  So far, I’ve encountered two unconnected situations in which I’ve fielded questions regarding how my parents are handling the distance that now separates us.  I’ve done pretty well at hiding the obvious.

As we’ve decorated our new apartment, I feel torn by the need to exhibit by husband’s photography and the desire to show my family photos.  There’s an internal conflict in displaying these photos as I feel the need to be artistic and the need to decorate our new home with a modern flair.  My husband’s photos are very much modern and convey so much meaning.  Every portrait portrays a distinct trip, moment, or feeling shared between the two of us.  But the family photos, even the super corny ones, are moments I hold so dearly.  Often times, we take those nerdy moments for granted and never realize their true importance.

So it’s tonight’s post that reminds everyone to hold those you cherish close, tell them you love them everyday, and in everything that you do, make them proud.  I live my life for me and mis padres and I’m certain they couldn’t be prouder.

Mom, Dad, Me, and baby sister Toni