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Quote of the Day

That you may retain your self-respect, it is better to displease the people by doing what you know is right, than to temporarily please them by doing what you know is wrong.

~William J. H. Boetcker~


Twas’ the Night Before Christmas….

It happened last night. It was inevitable. I knew it was coming, like murky grey clouds hanging over my house….the electric smell of a storm brewing. I had avoided it for almost a year. I kept thinking to myself….just one more year, a little more time, I am just not ready yet. We were sitting outside on the balcony. I inhaled a long drag off of my P-Funk and blew it away from him, as always when he would come out with me. The smoke just hung in the air like those cartoon bubbles above characters heads….just waiting for the silence to break. Then he asked….

“Mom….is Santa Claus real?”

I stopped breathing for a second or five…all possible answers flew through my head like a swarm of locusts on a crop.

“What do your friends say about it?”, I questioned back quicker than I thought.

“They said he isn’t real…that your parents do everything…so do all the kids in my class.”, he responded. He was matter of fact. Just as if he were telling me what time it was.

“What do you believe?”, I quietly said.

“I think he’s real.”…..And there it was. The answer I didn’t want to hear. He is going to be nine years old in exactly one month. I found out when I was about seven or so. Now what? I was so happy I squeaked by last year with answers like, “Do you think I want to stay up all night and put presents together?”….”Why would you think I would do all of that…I’m tired.” I refer to myself in the singular only because in the past eight years there had not been one Christmas Eve where Ted had been awake long enough to do it all. I was Santa all these years.

Jake is extremely mature for an eight year old. People don’t give him enough credit for how smart he is or for how much of the real world he does understand. He’s in third grade, reading at a fifth grade level….and a math genius. How do you lie to a genius?

So I did the dirty deed.

I explained it all. Santa…St. Nicholas…why people created the fantasy of such a person. A person with incredible influence and power over children. How does a child get over the fact that it is all a lie?

A lie is something you tell someone to hurt them. A lie is meant to be cruel….the fantasy of Santa is not a lie….it is a way of making children understand the concept of giving. It helps them to understand how to treat one another….how lucky we are and how unfortunate others may be. It is the reason we feed the hungry, house the homeless and drop our change and dollars into those red buckets every year outside of Wal-Mart.

He wasn’t upset. He wasn’t sad. He asked one question. “Well, if Santa and Mrs. Claus aren’t real, then who I was talking to on the phone last year wasn’t real?”

Ummm…yea….here we go…..

“Well, they were real people, just not Santa and Mrs. Claus.”, I answered.

“Then who were they?”, he asked.

“Your aunt and uncle.”, I said timidly.

“So, they lied to me.”, he responded…so quickly and with a shred of anger.

I proceeded to explain how it wasn’t really considered a lie, as it was not meant to hurt him in any way. It was merely meant to keep up with the illusion of the Santa myth. (I didn’t say that part ver batim….I skirted around that one as much as possible). At this moment,  Ted came in from walking the dog. I proceeded to tell him the entire story. He didn’t react as I expected. He was extremely angry that I didn’t “consult” him before telling Jake the truth about Santa. Really?

I mean fucking REALLY?

Three months ago Jake asked the sex question. I “consulted” him on that one and he proceeded to simply say….”Oh no, you got this one.” and threw his hands in the air. So I took it and with the maturity that Jake has, he handled it just fine, matter of fact, not really even surprised at all. He just said, “Oh, ok”, and shrugged his shoulders.

Ted was so enraged about this life altering decision I had made that he went on and on for over an hour. I defended myself, Jake told him to knock it off…that he was just fine and to “get over it”, which I found completely hysterical.

After Jake fell asleep and Owen was bathed and finally in la-la land too, I proceeded to give Ted the silent treatment. For someone who says that I talk too much and to leave him alone during an argument, he cannot stand the silent treatment. It kills him. He tries any and everything to get me to give him some sort of response…none of it worked.

About 11:00 PM, Ted got up to go to bed. I simply said, “Ted, if it will make you feel better, I’ll give you the Easter Bunny and the fucking Tooth Fairy…..ok?”



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In rememberance of all those who have given the ultimate sacrifice…9/11/2001

To live in hearts we leave behind….. Is not to die.

~Thomas Campbell, “Hallowed Ground”

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Quote of The Day

“Would you like me to give you a formula for success? It’s quite simple, really. Double your rate of failure. You are thinking of failure as the enemy of success. But it isn’t at all. You can be discouraged by failure or you can learn from it, So go ahead and make mistakes. Make all you can. Because remember that’s where you will find success.”
– Thomas J. Watson

The Longest Journey Begins With a Single Step.

Title quoted from~~~Lao Tsu, Tao Te Ching

This is from an email I received today. For anyone who has ever thought that something was insurmountable, including myself, please watch this and be truly inspired.

If you play Golf you should watch this video……
If you don’t play Golf, you should watch this video                                      
If you ever had a dream please watch this video………..
If you have never had a dream,  please watch………

You will be richer for the watching and with no regrets……….

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Everywhere is walking distance if you have the time.  ~Steven Wright

Thank a Teacher

I have had writer’s block for a while now. A while to me is any more than a day or so…so this was too long.  Again, I have no inspiration. I don’t care much to talk about the infamous “Beer Summit”. I have no interest in family issues today….maybe another time, but sometimes I just need to have a few days to relax and forget about the issues that are shaping my life.


I never thought about it that way. The issues shaping my life…the very issues that on many occasions have driven me to tears are the inspiration for many blogs, writings and short stories.  This is a realization I am having at this very moment. If I had no serious issues in my life, I would not have much to write and question. Really. You can’t make this shit up.

Take, for instance, my archived blog “The Reality of It All”. If I did not write that dream down the moment I woke up at 4 AM…it would have never been as real as it was to me just then. After a few more hours of sleep, a great deal of calming down and a Xanax, I read that blog. I could not remember almost all of that dream…the dream that made me cry to the point of intoxication. It would have never been so vivid and genuine if I waited until morning.

Sometimes the best writing comes out of the worst emotional situations. And if you don’t take advantage of the inspiration right when it hits you….it’s gone forever. When I sit down to write, whether it be in a journal, on scraps of paper or this blog I write in a frenzy. I finish most pieces within minutes. Anyone who writes knows when a piece is just perfect, when you’re on a roll….when it is perfect. I have had such occasions that no revisions were necessary and have had the most compliments on those pieces.

I was having a conversation with a friend the other day about teachers and how which ones in our lives had inspired us. Her mom is a teacher…English and she is a Penn State Graduate with a degree in the same….so, the conversation was easy. I starting talking about my 9th grade English teacher. She was also my Advanced Spanish teacher…although after four years of Spanish I just know enough to find my way around Cancun or Cabo and ask where the bathroom is.

It was a normal day in english class. I was attending Bishop Hafey Catholic High School, which I would later leave in the 10th grade for public school. I had finished some sort of project. It was to be a book cover on a specific subject. We had to make one pertaining to whatever topic we were give, mine was on Native Americans…I can’t remember exactly what, but I do remember burning the edges of magazine pictures, for a feeling of authenticity I guess, to attach to the book cover. It was an easy project….I thought nothing of it.

That day in class, my teacher announced that there was one project in particular that stood out. It was informative, but mostly creative in such a way that I guess she wanted to show it to the class. I remember thinking, “Christie Grier, it’s her”. She was ultra smart and always got good grades, honor classes, honor roll…you know. We were not friends, per say, but we were nice to each other. I wonder whatever happened to her? I’ll have to Goggle her or look her up on Facebook.  Anyway…. I was shocked when the teacher called my name. I had to get up in front of the class and describe my project…the idea, inspiration…all of it. I was truly surprised. I thought it was mediocre at best.

The next week we had just finished reading The Merchant of Venice. We had to write a paper about one or two of the characters….our choice. While I don’t remember that book to this day, I do remember the paper I wrote. It was from Salerio’s point of view. Salerio served mostly as a commentator in the story. In my paper he told the story as if he were a modern day news reporter, but I can’t remember whom he was reporting on. I wrote it one evening at home in about an hour. Ten pages. It wasn’t hard for me…I just thought I was given an easy assignment.

A few days later the teacher announced that there was one particular paper that was great. I distinctly remember her saying “amazing”. I was thinking again…”Christie Grier”. No, me again. She recommended it for the school paper. I was really shocked this time. I had to talk to her after class.

She said I had a true gift for writing.

I said…”Ummm, I do? I just thought these were easy assignments.”

She continued, “No, I had a few failing grades on these assignments….you really have no idea that you are that good at this?”

I said, “No, I didn’t think anything of it. I just thought it was easy…it came so easily and it was fun.”

She said, “Well then, I think you know what your calling is.”

I had no clue what that really meant, being a 9th grade girl obsessed with boys. I went on to college in 1988 and it was the same…easy English classes with a 4.0 in Creative Writing and many other English classes to follow. It was only then that I remembered what my 9th grade English teacher had told me about my “calling”.

Her name was Mrs. Cambas. She has since passed away from cancer. I never got the chance to thank her for making me realize what I was capable of. I wish I could have told her that now, close to 40, I am finally using the gift that I have been just passively using for the last 20 years.

I guess all of those public service annoucements are for a good cause. We should be thanking teachers more often. So many people have benefited from a person they see everyday for several years of theirs lives, all while this person works tirelessly for minimal pay and pay out of their own pockets for many things that are not in the school budget and we never thank them.

I hope Mrs. Cambus knows how much of an impact she made on my life….I have a feeling she does.

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