Dodgy Crockett: King of the Wild Frontier. C'est moi.
You might think I am joking, but I kid you not. I have taken over Montmorency (I am in the inner circle now, so I just call it Monty). I walk, I mark. I walk some more, I mark some more. YES! It's been an interesting week have the family around again. Paul and Suzanne have been walking in the mornings looking at homes and I have taken the opportunity to mark every branch or tree, or mailbox for that matter along the way. I need the people of Oz to understand that I have arrived and I am a force to be reckoned with while I am out and about.
On Thursday, the family and I headed to a local park similar to Lick Creek. I was not allowed off the leash, but I enjoyed it regardless. I heard many new sounds and saw many new sites. I saw an ant. Let me just tell you, they say everything is bigger in Texas, but goodness...all I can say is "that is not an ant, THIS is an ant." It was the size of small human's pinky finger I would say. NO THANK YOU. I ran the other direction.
I did manage to ask the small humans what they think so far of life in Oz. Medium said "Good" and small said "Fun." Simple. I like that.
Now, as I sit in the living room while the rest of the family sleeps, I can reflect on my time as Dodgy Crockett. I have so much more to explore and conquer. I look forward to really getting to know the lorikeets (rainbow colored birds; google them!) I intend to have a convo with the local Kookaburra to find out what is so damn funny. Clearly I am missing the joke there. And perhaps I will chase a bunny or two at the farm soon.
King of the Wild Frontier. That is me for sure.
Word of the Day: Ta. It means thank you.
Ta for reading my blog.
Dodge out.
Thursday, May 29, 2014
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Speak Texan To Me
A series of first only seems appropriate for this blog considering I had a series of lasts when we left Texas.
Today was a busy first day down under. It started with a very long walk through the neighborhood to locate Ian's new school. Imagine my surprise when I found out that the first bell in the morning rings at 9 am, not 7:50 as it did it CStat.
Upon return to the house and after a whole lot of ironing, Paul and I headed to the bank to set up a new account. To my former students- you would appreciate hearing me ask questions that may have seemed silly to the banker (although she was incredibly friendly) but I had to ask them to be sure I understood how things worked.
After the accounts were established we headed straight to get our new cell phone accounts established. My number is unusual...and it will take me awhile to remember it and learn how to dial (once again being naive to the ways things work down here.) The experience while setting up the new phone accounts was highlighted by the employee mimicking an American accent. It wasn't quite "sing to me in Texan" but it may have well been. It was so bad that I didn't even realize what he was attempting to do until he told me that was his best effort. So, I suppose this is what Paul went through over and over again while in Texas. I gave him an odd look. He also talked about how aggressive American women are...not the best way to win me as a customer. Next time I will wear my boots and give him a good kick in the shin. I can give into the stereotypes if he insists. And yes, I did bring my cowboy boots.
While grabbing a bite to eat (meat pie again) I actually said pardon in a French accent to a lady. Clearly I am confused by the lack of familiarity and for some reason thought I was in France again.
In all, this day brought a new sense of relief. I felt better about life (probably due to the 12 hours of sleep I had.) I felt welcomed by the Aussies for the most part. I was excited to explore the neighborhood and even felt like I might get used to driving here. I was able to watch some of the Spurs game and the boys were able to watch Sam and Cat. Little familiarities made the day more comfortable and appreciating the baby steps showed me that I can adjust.
For years I have taught students to get out of their comfort zones and explore the "flatness" that is the world...to search for the things that make us unique and yet make us different as well. Today was the first day that I have had that chance in a long time.
On a final note, I dreamt that I left Texas A&M College Station to relocate to TAMU Kingsville. I guess my mind is telling me that I have moved south. Of course, it's a bit further that I ever anticipated.
Today was a busy first day down under. It started with a very long walk through the neighborhood to locate Ian's new school. Imagine my surprise when I found out that the first bell in the morning rings at 9 am, not 7:50 as it did it CStat.
Upon return to the house and after a whole lot of ironing, Paul and I headed to the bank to set up a new account. To my former students- you would appreciate hearing me ask questions that may have seemed silly to the banker (although she was incredibly friendly) but I had to ask them to be sure I understood how things worked.
After the accounts were established we headed straight to get our new cell phone accounts established. My number is unusual...and it will take me awhile to remember it and learn how to dial (once again being naive to the ways things work down here.) The experience while setting up the new phone accounts was highlighted by the employee mimicking an American accent. It wasn't quite "sing to me in Texan" but it may have well been. It was so bad that I didn't even realize what he was attempting to do until he told me that was his best effort. So, I suppose this is what Paul went through over and over again while in Texas. I gave him an odd look. He also talked about how aggressive American women are...not the best way to win me as a customer. Next time I will wear my boots and give him a good kick in the shin. I can give into the stereotypes if he insists. And yes, I did bring my cowboy boots.
While grabbing a bite to eat (meat pie again) I actually said pardon in a French accent to a lady. Clearly I am confused by the lack of familiarity and for some reason thought I was in France again.
In all, this day brought a new sense of relief. I felt better about life (probably due to the 12 hours of sleep I had.) I felt welcomed by the Aussies for the most part. I was excited to explore the neighborhood and even felt like I might get used to driving here. I was able to watch some of the Spurs game and the boys were able to watch Sam and Cat. Little familiarities made the day more comfortable and appreciating the baby steps showed me that I can adjust.
For years I have taught students to get out of their comfort zones and explore the "flatness" that is the world...to search for the things that make us unique and yet make us different as well. Today was the first day that I have had that chance in a long time.
On a final note, I dreamt that I left Texas A&M College Station to relocate to TAMU Kingsville. I guess my mind is telling me that I have moved south. Of course, it's a bit further that I ever anticipated.
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Dodge with a Blog: Like a Boomerang They Came Back
Captain's Log, star date 270514.
I can't. I just can't. I looked out the window and I saw something amazing. I wish I could explain the feeling I had, but I just can't.
What I saw was legend-wait for it cause I am not lactose intolerant- dary!!!!
Paul. AKA the Food Provider.
Suzanne. AKA the Baby Carrier.
Ian. AKA the Medium Human.
Evan. AKA the Little Human.
THEY ARRIVED.
I covered them in licks and I am not embarrassed to say that I cried. Maybe a lot.
I went on two walks with them. Showed them the neighborhood. Introduced them to the noisy magpies. And allowed them to pet me.
Life does not get much better.
Happy. Tail wag.
Dodge out.
I can't. I just can't. I looked out the window and I saw something amazing. I wish I could explain the feeling I had, but I just can't.
What I saw was legend-wait for it cause I am not lactose intolerant- dary!!!!
Paul. AKA the Food Provider.
Suzanne. AKA the Baby Carrier.
Ian. AKA the Medium Human.
Evan. AKA the Little Human.
THEY ARRIVED.
I covered them in licks and I am not embarrassed to say that I cried. Maybe a lot.
I went on two walks with them. Showed them the neighborhood. Introduced them to the noisy magpies. And allowed them to pet me.
Life does not get much better.
Happy. Tail wag.
Dodge out.
Sleep is Overrated
We have arrived. Two jet planes and lots of jet lag and we have managed to stay awake through the day. We left Texas at 10 pm on Sunday night. And arrived in Brisbane at 5 am on Tuesday morning. Oddly enough, when we left Dallas it was raining, similar to the weather on my last day of work at Texas A&M (see the previous blog titled The Storm.) The weather matched my mood. I literally bawled like a baby while saying goodbye to my brother Steve. So much so that the TSA agents felt sorry for me. I continued to cry on the plane. The movie (Saving Mr. Banks) settled me down (it's about Disney after all.) Ian and Evan were asleep pretty much from take off and remained so for about 8 hours. I slept on and off...but that is pretty typical when you are concerned about your kids and how they are doing. People have asked me about traveling that far with two kids. I have made the trip now 8 times, and 4 of those have been with the kids. It just seems normal to me now, I have gotten past the "eeeeewwww" stage of planes germs and how the boys seem to find all of them.
We arrived in Brisbane and we all seemed pretty content to walk as much as we could after the 15 hour flight from Texas. We then flew to Melbourne, we gathered our 7 bags, 2 car seats, and 4 carry ons and proceeded with Paul's parents to their home. Once again it was raining...and once again it matched my mood.
Then came the moment we had been waiting for...the time to reunite with our Dodge. He cried and cried and licked and wagged and wiggled (Dodger, not Paul) and we were so happy to hug him.
It was still raining outside and it was at that moment of seeing Dodge and cuddling with him that my tears started flowing again. Seeing him reminded me that this was not just a visit. He was the reminder that we had just walked away from our great life in Texas and relocated to the other side of the world.
We all showered and walked down to Were St for a pie (meat pie that is.) Dodge even went along and showed us that he is now part of the Were St crowd. It rained and rained.
But a funny thing happened later this afternoon...the sun came out. It ended up being a beautiful afternoon.
I can't really try to understand how I feel today because I am so tired. Every time I start to have a moment of thinking I can't handle this, I remind myself that I need to wait to decide how I feel.
Sleep is not actually overrated. I anticipate we will sleep very well tonight and wake up tomorrow ready to conquer the next steps.
We arrived in Brisbane and we all seemed pretty content to walk as much as we could after the 15 hour flight from Texas. We then flew to Melbourne, we gathered our 7 bags, 2 car seats, and 4 carry ons and proceeded with Paul's parents to their home. Once again it was raining...and once again it matched my mood.
Then came the moment we had been waiting for...the time to reunite with our Dodge. He cried and cried and licked and wagged and wiggled (Dodger, not Paul) and we were so happy to hug him.
It was still raining outside and it was at that moment of seeing Dodge and cuddling with him that my tears started flowing again. Seeing him reminded me that this was not just a visit. He was the reminder that we had just walked away from our great life in Texas and relocated to the other side of the world.
We all showered and walked down to Were St for a pie (meat pie that is.) Dodge even went along and showed us that he is now part of the Were St crowd. It rained and rained.
But a funny thing happened later this afternoon...the sun came out. It ended up being a beautiful afternoon.
I can't really try to understand how I feel today because I am so tired. Every time I start to have a moment of thinking I can't handle this, I remind myself that I need to wait to decide how I feel.
Sleep is not actually overrated. I anticipate we will sleep very well tonight and wake up tomorrow ready to conquer the next steps.
Sunday, May 25, 2014
Dodge with a Blog: Agent 00Dodge
Captain's Log, still trying to figure out the date but don't really care anymore.
My Dodgy senses are tingling. I have been spying on the Food Provider's Baby Carrier (aka Heather) and I have been testing my theory.
Theory: Paul, Suzanne and the boys are on their way. FPBC is willing to do whatever it takes so that they come.
Test: I pooped on the porch.
Results: FPBC cleaned it up and then proceeded to take me on a walk.
Possible next test ideas: crawl in bed with her and insist that she cuddle me, demand that she make me sausage rolls by herding her into the kitchen, bark at the garbage truck until she gives me a treat to hush me up. Stay tuned.
Dodge out.
My Dodgy senses are tingling. I have been spying on the Food Provider's Baby Carrier (aka Heather) and I have been testing my theory.
Theory: Paul, Suzanne and the boys are on their way. FPBC is willing to do whatever it takes so that they come.
Test: I pooped on the porch.
Results: FPBC cleaned it up and then proceeded to take me on a walk.
Possible next test ideas: crawl in bed with her and insist that she cuddle me, demand that she make me sausage rolls by herding her into the kitchen, bark at the garbage truck until she gives me a treat to hush me up. Stay tuned.
Dodge out.
Je Suis Pret vs Je Ne Suis Pas Pret
Tonight we leave. Tonight we will board the plane and head to the Southern Hemisphere. While I can say I am ready, I am not 100% sure that I am but there is nothing I can do now. I need to see the dog and I know that he is waiting there for us. The past week has gone from rough to great. Last Monday and Tuesday the movers were at our house. It was pretty uneventful. They came, they saw, they packed, they left. I sat, sat some more...read a little, watched a little, sat around. I thought- yes je suis pret (I am ready.) On Tuesday night, we had a sleep over in our master bedroom with the boys. It was the last night in the house and we all wanted to be together. This was the house we had brought both babies home to.
Wednesday resulted in the closing of the house. While we were waiting we had a visitor at the house. I took it as a sign to get the heck out of the house...it was a five foot rat snake. Not poisonous but he was hanging out in our front garden. It was enough for me to say adios and jump in the car. Although I can joke about it all now, there were a lot of tears that day on my part. When we drove out of Aggieland I thought that I would not be able to stop crying. I cried until I fell asleep and woke up feeling much better. I thought again je suis pret. I could do this.
We arrived in Dallas to visit family and began the last weekend of eating in Texas. Steaks, turkey, sweet potato soufflé, dressing, chili dogs, Mexican food, BBQ, sweet tea, beer biscuits, and lots and lots of good drinks. Every time the food was served I said je suis pret. It was all delicious and we had a great time hanging out in big D.
These feelings continue to swing back and forth. One moment I think I will be fine with it, and the next I am thinking there is no way I can do this. I suppose this is what getting out of your comfort zone means. Regardless of if one is ready or not, it can be a good thing.
It is happening. But today, je ne suis pas pret. But off we go anyways. My next blog will happen from Oz. Prayers are appreciated during this time.
Wednesday resulted in the closing of the house. While we were waiting we had a visitor at the house. I took it as a sign to get the heck out of the house...it was a five foot rat snake. Not poisonous but he was hanging out in our front garden. It was enough for me to say adios and jump in the car. Although I can joke about it all now, there were a lot of tears that day on my part. When we drove out of Aggieland I thought that I would not be able to stop crying. I cried until I fell asleep and woke up feeling much better. I thought again je suis pret. I could do this.
We arrived in Dallas to visit family and began the last weekend of eating in Texas. Steaks, turkey, sweet potato soufflé, dressing, chili dogs, Mexican food, BBQ, sweet tea, beer biscuits, and lots and lots of good drinks. Every time the food was served I said je suis pret. It was all delicious and we had a great time hanging out in big D.
These feelings continue to swing back and forth. One moment I think I will be fine with it, and the next I am thinking there is no way I can do this. I suppose this is what getting out of your comfort zone means. Regardless of if one is ready or not, it can be a good thing.
It is happening. But today, je ne suis pas pret. But off we go anyways. My next blog will happen from Oz. Prayers are appreciated during this time.
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Spirit of Aggieland
It's the Spirit of Aggieland...
Tonight we said our final goodbyes to dear friends. Many could not make it but sent messages. It's hard to believe that 14 years ago we started our adventures here in Aggieland. As Paul and I were discussing our time here we started talking about our Top 10 moments in Aggieland. We will probably think of a million more because it has been a wild ride!
10. The first really big game that Paul was on the sidelines for at Kyle- we beat Notre Dame in 2001! We just saw Coach Slocum the other night and he greeted Paul with a great big smile.
9. Eating dinner on Good Friday with Babs and George at Olive Garden. What were the former President and First Lady doing eating there?? We were a poor grad student and newly employed staff member at TAMU. That is what we could afford! We had no idea we would be in that company. That Olive Garden burned down.
8. After TAMU beat #1 ranked OU we went to Zapatos and had trash can nachos. The Sooners fans were awesome and joined us! A great night! This was when Reggie came off the bench as a fish and the "let him play" campaign started.
7. Bridgette Ingram asking Paul to sing Happy Birthday in Australian to her. We still talk about this so clearly it is still important!
6. Halloween parties, birthday parties and tail gates. Wigs, baby bjorns, solo cups, pink dinosaurs- so many great memories with great people!
5. The 2012 football season. All of it including Johnny Heisman and Johnny Hangover and the new tv that followed.
4. Pre-game and half-times in Neetum. This includes hanging with 41, seeing what tactics the team had before each game (depending on each diffident coach), walking out behind the team sometimes, and of course NAPS!
3. Working and playing with the greatest friends we could ask for! These people became our family.
2. The adoption of our sweet Dodge from God's Little Creatures.
1. The birth of our children.
CStat and Aggieland have been A&Mazing. We lived here as boyfriend and girlfriend, as a fiancé to each other, as husband and wife, and as mother and father. It will always be our home and we will miss it! Thanks for the memories!
From the outside looking in, you can't understand it and from the inside looking out you can't explain it.
You just have to experience Aggieland.
Sunday, May 18, 2014
Dodge with a Blog Down Under- Sheilas, and Blokes and Dingos, Oh My!
Howdy! G'day!
I finally have access to a computer again. I was beginning to think that on this planet they didn't have computers...but I have managed to get out of where I was (to my surprise) and have found a nice computer to jot down a few thoughts on.
Regarding that surprise I mentioned- I woke up on Sunday morning after a beaut of a sleep and found that I had two visitors. I couldn't imagine who they were, but when I came around the corner I saw the Food Provider's Baby Carrier (FPBC) and Grandpa Rob (he and I are on a first name basis). I was so excited to see these two familiar faces. I was really over the top tail wagging happy when they took me to a voyager and we traveled to a home. It was a little odd being on the other side of the rode and I think Rob was driving...but I am not quite sure. And then we kept going around in circles...odd.
We arrived at Sealey house down under; Rob and I went for a W A L K (yes, I know how to spell that magic word). Then, FPBC came with us and we went to Were St. This particular road was very nice...new scents, a coffee shop where I could sit and watch the world pass me by, and of course plenty of sheilas to spark my interest in this new place. These ladies sound more like my Food Provider...so, I am needing to figure out a few new pick up lines. Later today, I went to visit Hawt Blondie's house and Hawt Blondie's Baby Carrier was there too. I remember Hawt Blondie from when she visited my place and I was so happy to have a chance to reunite with her and have a good play. The FPBC and Hawt Blondie's Baby Carrier had a cuppa and I thought to myself that perhaps I should have a cup of tea sometime. It seems so royal. I was also able to meet FPBC's sister Younger Version and niece Tall Blondie. And of course GGM. I have heard so much about GGM and I was very excited to be able to see her! I know the little humans would love to be here!
As for the sites- I have been chasing these really loud black and white birds all days; they are called magpies and they are a bit annoying. But, chatty.
Perhaps I will see my Texas family again soon. Let's face it- I know that Food Provider is Paul and Baby Carrier is Suzanne, but sometimes I like to refer to them by their functions. I got this from FPBC when she started calling me Dog. I think she knows my name is Dodger now, but we will see.
As promised- today's Aussie Word of the Day is fair dinkum. I looked it up and it means "genuine." Someone said this about me today. I like it.
As for the sites- I have been chasing these really loud black and white birds all days; they are called magpies and they are a bit annoying. But, chatty.
Perhaps I will see my Texas family again soon. Let's face it- I know that Food Provider is Paul and Baby Carrier is Suzanne, but sometimes I like to refer to them by their functions. I got this from FPBC when she started calling me Dog. I think she knows my name is Dodger now, but we will see.
As promised- today's Aussie Word of the Day is fair dinkum. I looked it up and it means "genuine." Someone said this about me today. I like it.
Until next time, Dodge out.
Saturday, May 17, 2014
I Think I Can, I Think I Can
Wednesday morning was my first official day of being unemployed. I started the morning by going to have a facial and massage, then later that afternoon had a haircut. It was incredibly relaxing. Almost too much so. I found myself thinking too much, which only makes me more stressed about this move.
That night I cried. Cried so hard and swore we had made the wrong decision. I fell asleep and awoke to a new day. I had breakfast with a former student (Ana Davila) which last two hours. I decided at that point in time that life is too short, and my time in College Station was limited. I wanted to go to the office. So, I did just that. I drove down New Main, parked near the Pavilion, then climbed the stairs. It felt so right. I reached the doors that say "Staff Only" and walked right through them with no hesitation. Said my hellos, said my goodbyes and then left to get stuff done. We have been so busy getting ready for this move. We have many things we have had to get rid of and sale, and go through, etc. Paul has taken care of the majority of it, but it was time for me to step up. I start making calls to the variety of places to cancel services and close out accounts. I needed to get on board with the move.
Each night I go through the same feelings...crying, doubting, then I sleep and wake up to a new day. I try to focus on the adventures we will have and the new opportunities.
Friday morning I walked Ian to school. He was quite hesitant at first but on the walk he told me "it must be a special day"...that made me feel so good. For years I have wanted the opportunity to do things like that with my kids. I expect to have many more mornings to be similar to this experience. We discussed the fact that after the move we would be making new friends and discovering new things. This seemed to make him excited. I had a glimpse of the identity that I need to assume with this move. I need to support my children and focus on them.
I feel like the little engine that could everyday saying "I think I can, I think I can." I know I can, but it has been difficult to accept that I won't be living in Texas much longer.
Change is hard. Getting out of your comfort zone is difficult. I have led students and staff through change and now I have an opportunity to lead my family through it.
That night I cried. Cried so hard and swore we had made the wrong decision. I fell asleep and awoke to a new day. I had breakfast with a former student (Ana Davila) which last two hours. I decided at that point in time that life is too short, and my time in College Station was limited. I wanted to go to the office. So, I did just that. I drove down New Main, parked near the Pavilion, then climbed the stairs. It felt so right. I reached the doors that say "Staff Only" and walked right through them with no hesitation. Said my hellos, said my goodbyes and then left to get stuff done. We have been so busy getting ready for this move. We have many things we have had to get rid of and sale, and go through, etc. Paul has taken care of the majority of it, but it was time for me to step up. I start making calls to the variety of places to cancel services and close out accounts. I needed to get on board with the move.
Each night I go through the same feelings...crying, doubting, then I sleep and wake up to a new day. I try to focus on the adventures we will have and the new opportunities.
Friday morning I walked Ian to school. He was quite hesitant at first but on the walk he told me "it must be a special day"...that made me feel so good. For years I have wanted the opportunity to do things like that with my kids. I expect to have many more mornings to be similar to this experience. We discussed the fact that after the move we would be making new friends and discovering new things. This seemed to make him excited. I had a glimpse of the identity that I need to assume with this move. I need to support my children and focus on them.
I feel like the little engine that could everyday saying "I think I can, I think I can." I know I can, but it has been difficult to accept that I won't be living in Texas much longer.
Change is hard. Getting out of your comfort zone is difficult. I have led students and staff through change and now I have an opportunity to lead my family through it.
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
The Storm
Overnight, it rained.
No, it stormed.
It was a perfect evening for sleeping and even when I did find myself awake stressing about what is to come, I realized that the soothing rain helped me drift back to sleep. Rain calms me. Storms comfort me.
Many may not realize that I have been facing a storm in the last two months. Most people think about how lucky we are that we are relocating to Australia. I think, yes, we are destined for great adventures. But living in College Station and working at Texas A&M has been an adventure as well. The storm that I have faced has provided a variety of emotions. Casting Crowns says:
I am not complaining about my future, but rather reflecting on the fact that my heart is torn, just as the lyrics say. Torn between leaving my amazing job, my friends at work, my family in Texas and being in a new city, with new opportunities, and getting to know my Aussie family.
But after the storm comes calm. So, today during the actual storm I reflect on the "lasts" of the day and know that after today, this storm shall pass and I will be ready to face the next chapter.
You never said it would be easy
But You said You'd see me through the storm
-Mark Shultz (He Will Carry Me)
Hallelujah, grace like rain falls down on me.
-Todd Agnew (Grace Like Rain)
No, it stormed.
It was a perfect evening for sleeping and even when I did find myself awake stressing about what is to come, I realized that the soothing rain helped me drift back to sleep. Rain calms me. Storms comfort me.
Many may not realize that I have been facing a storm in the last two months. Most people think about how lucky we are that we are relocating to Australia. I think, yes, we are destined for great adventures. But living in College Station and working at Texas A&M has been an adventure as well. The storm that I have faced has provided a variety of emotions. Casting Crowns says:
As the thunder rolls
I barely hear Your whisper through the rain, "I'm with you"
And as Your mercy falls I raise my hands
And praise the God who gives and takes away
I barely hear Your whisper through the rain, "I'm with you"
And as Your mercy falls I raise my hands
And praise the God who gives and takes away
And I'll praise You in this storm and I will lift my hands
For You are who You are no matter where I am
And every tear I've cried You hold in Your hand
You never left my side and though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm
For You are who You are no matter where I am
And every tear I've cried You hold in Your hand
You never left my side and though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm
I am not complaining about my future, but rather reflecting on the fact that my heart is torn, just as the lyrics say. Torn between leaving my amazing job, my friends at work, my family in Texas and being in a new city, with new opportunities, and getting to know my Aussie family.
But after the storm comes calm. So, today during the actual storm I reflect on the "lasts" of the day and know that after today, this storm shall pass and I will be ready to face the next chapter.
You never said it would be easy
But You said You'd see me through the storm
-Mark Shultz (He Will Carry Me)
Hallelujah, grace like rain falls down on me.
-Todd Agnew (Grace Like Rain)
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Where Everybody Knows Your Name
Identity. Such a simple word and yet I have taken advantage of it over the years. In two days I will feel as though the identity that I have worked so hard for will be gone. I have grown into my identity but it took me very long to really determine what it would be during my time at Texas A&M. I have had many, but the two most important ones have been that of my work identity and that of being a mother and wife.
Strength & Conditioning Coach's wife.
This was one that I became ten years ago this month (May 22). I have loved the family that came with this identity. I love being the supporter showing up to soccer games and swimming events and dragging the boys along. As of this past Friday, I am no longer this. Paul finished his job at the university and now (at least for the next two days) I am the bread winner and he is Mr. Mom (this doesn't mean he gets to celebrate Mother's Day however). I imagine this week he will be busy preparing the house for the big move and trying to wrap things up here. But I think we can both say that being part of the Strength & Conditioning family was a great experience and I know we will both miss it. I remember when Neetum came down after the last football game in the fall thinking how things would be different during the next football season. We have spent the years in Neetum before the games and have typically been lucky enough to see the guys warm up or come through and get excited before the game (depending on which coach it was determined what they did). No more Neetum...no more pregame high fives from Mike Evans. Oh well, he is off to Tampa Bay and we are off to Melbourne.
Associate Director, Assistant Director, Regents' Scholars Coordinator.
This identity is very hard to let go of. Everywhere I go I run into my students and I always feel like a little celebrity. Sometimes the identity comes with them thinking I am intimidating (please- I am 5'3" and don't even like to hurt bugs). Sometimes it meant I was their mediator or counselor helping them through whatever problem they were facing. Sometimes it meant I was able to celebrate with them. In two days this identity will be gone and I am not quite sure how I will honestly manage. For the first time ever this identity made me feel like I was good at something. Now I will be going to a place where they don't know what I am capable of, nor do they care I believe.
American/Texan.
There have been hints that I will have to give this identity up. Find a new flag, speak the language, dress the part. News for everyone on this one- I will never give this up. Learn to appreciate it or you won't be seeing much of me. I am and always will be an American and Texan first and foremost. Yes, I am stubborn.
Friend, margarita drinker, salt lover and sometimes pre-game Neetum napper.
This is my tailgate identity. This weekend we had our farewell party with our tailgate family and it was a great time. I am sad that we won't be here to continue these relationships and see the kids all grow up together (and see how many of the girls Evan will kiss along the way. The score so far- Evan-2 Tailgate Girls- 0).
So, this loss of identity all comes down to one thing. Sometimes you really do want to go where everybody knows your name. No offense to where I will find myself in two weeks, but I will miss walking into places and seeing a sea of familiar faces who do know my name, know me, know my strengths, and appreciate it all.
Be glad there's one place in the world
Where everybody knows your name and they're always glad you came
You want to go where people know, people are all the same
You want to go where everybody knows your name.
Strength & Conditioning Coach's wife.
This was one that I became ten years ago this month (May 22). I have loved the family that came with this identity. I love being the supporter showing up to soccer games and swimming events and dragging the boys along. As of this past Friday, I am no longer this. Paul finished his job at the university and now (at least for the next two days) I am the bread winner and he is Mr. Mom (this doesn't mean he gets to celebrate Mother's Day however). I imagine this week he will be busy preparing the house for the big move and trying to wrap things up here. But I think we can both say that being part of the Strength & Conditioning family was a great experience and I know we will both miss it. I remember when Neetum came down after the last football game in the fall thinking how things would be different during the next football season. We have spent the years in Neetum before the games and have typically been lucky enough to see the guys warm up or come through and get excited before the game (depending on which coach it was determined what they did). No more Neetum...no more pregame high fives from Mike Evans. Oh well, he is off to Tampa Bay and we are off to Melbourne.
Associate Director, Assistant Director, Regents' Scholars Coordinator.
This identity is very hard to let go of. Everywhere I go I run into my students and I always feel like a little celebrity. Sometimes the identity comes with them thinking I am intimidating (please- I am 5'3" and don't even like to hurt bugs). Sometimes it meant I was their mediator or counselor helping them through whatever problem they were facing. Sometimes it meant I was able to celebrate with them. In two days this identity will be gone and I am not quite sure how I will honestly manage. For the first time ever this identity made me feel like I was good at something. Now I will be going to a place where they don't know what I am capable of, nor do they care I believe.
American/Texan.
There have been hints that I will have to give this identity up. Find a new flag, speak the language, dress the part. News for everyone on this one- I will never give this up. Learn to appreciate it or you won't be seeing much of me. I am and always will be an American and Texan first and foremost. Yes, I am stubborn.
Friend, margarita drinker, salt lover and sometimes pre-game Neetum napper.
This is my tailgate identity. This weekend we had our farewell party with our tailgate family and it was a great time. I am sad that we won't be here to continue these relationships and see the kids all grow up together (and see how many of the girls Evan will kiss along the way. The score so far- Evan-2 Tailgate Girls- 0).
So, this loss of identity all comes down to one thing. Sometimes you really do want to go where everybody knows your name. No offense to where I will find myself in two weeks, but I will miss walking into places and seeing a sea of familiar faces who do know my name, know me, know my strengths, and appreciate it all.
Be glad there's one place in the world
Where everybody knows your name and they're always glad you came
You want to go where people know, people are all the same
You want to go where everybody knows your name.
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Dodge with a Blog Down Under
Captain's Log Star Date I Still Don't Know.
A trip. Let's discuss exactly what that means. When the Food Provider told me we were going on a trip, I thought he met to Petco. Let me just tell you that is not what happened.
I thought by riding in the front seat he and I would be discussing the finer things in life. I had never sat in the front seat of my voyager. It was exciting. There were no little humans; only me and the Food Provider.
Then, it all happened. I ended up with some random guy who, although he did give me lots of treats and he did know my name, he was not the Food Provider or the Baby Carrier. I shall call him the Transporter. The Transporter took me to a spaceship. It was shocking in size. I had no idea I would be placed on this ship and I had no clue where it would be taking me.
The ride on the great ship was not bad. Not too bumpy and I had a nice nap.
Then I arrived on the planet LAX and taken to a pink building filled with other dogs, a pool, playground. CLEARLY I had landed on the planet of the dogs. I saw one cute French poodle named Kitty Kardashian. I approached her and said "Excusez moi. Bonjour, ca va? Mon nom est Dodger. Voulez-vous aller à la piscine avec moi?" She looked at me, informed me that she did not speak French and walked away. That was not the last of my pursuits however. There was no way I was going to let Kitty ignore me. So, I followed, gave her a good sniff to which she quickly snapped at me. I decided the pursuit was not worth the effort and moved on to the pool alone. I made many friends there. Some came and left the planet quickly, but I enjoyed the day in the LAX sun.
That night, I was awoken from my slumber and placed on a new ship. This one was much larger and I had a new Transporter.
This trip was much longer, but I had plenty of sleep time. We had a few bumps along the way, but I imagine that was just traveling through space at a record amount of speed.
When I landed, I was on a new planet- Tullamarine. I am pretty certain that this is where Luke and Leia were from, but that is another story. There, I was given a bath, some food and had a good play upon arrival. I am currently still there and quite enjoying my stay. I am wondering however where the Food Provider, the Baby Carrier, Medium Human and Little Human are...and when will I see them again. I do miss them and hope they will come find me soon. I even miss their germs.
Until next time...Dodge out.
A trip. Let's discuss exactly what that means. When the Food Provider told me we were going on a trip, I thought he met to Petco. Let me just tell you that is not what happened.
I thought by riding in the front seat he and I would be discussing the finer things in life. I had never sat in the front seat of my voyager. It was exciting. There were no little humans; only me and the Food Provider.
Then, it all happened. I ended up with some random guy who, although he did give me lots of treats and he did know my name, he was not the Food Provider or the Baby Carrier. I shall call him the Transporter. The Transporter took me to a spaceship. It was shocking in size. I had no idea I would be placed on this ship and I had no clue where it would be taking me.
The ride on the great ship was not bad. Not too bumpy and I had a nice nap.
Then I arrived on the planet LAX and taken to a pink building filled with other dogs, a pool, playground. CLEARLY I had landed on the planet of the dogs. I saw one cute French poodle named Kitty Kardashian. I approached her and said "Excusez moi. Bonjour, ca va? Mon nom est Dodger. Voulez-vous aller à la piscine avec moi?" She looked at me, informed me that she did not speak French and walked away. That was not the last of my pursuits however. There was no way I was going to let Kitty ignore me. So, I followed, gave her a good sniff to which she quickly snapped at me. I decided the pursuit was not worth the effort and moved on to the pool alone. I made many friends there. Some came and left the planet quickly, but I enjoyed the day in the LAX sun.
That night, I was awoken from my slumber and placed on a new ship. This one was much larger and I had a new Transporter.
This trip was much longer, but I had plenty of sleep time. We had a few bumps along the way, but I imagine that was just traveling through space at a record amount of speed.
When I landed, I was on a new planet- Tullamarine. I am pretty certain that this is where Luke and Leia were from, but that is another story. There, I was given a bath, some food and had a good play upon arrival. I am currently still there and quite enjoying my stay. I am wondering however where the Food Provider, the Baby Carrier, Medium Human and Little Human are...and when will I see them again. I do miss them and hope they will come find me soon. I even miss their germs.
Until next time...Dodge out.
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
AWB : 081 - 38455034
AWB: 081 - 38455034. Such a random number. I am not sure that anyone really knows what this number is. Never fear, I am here to educate as I myself just learned what it is. It is a Qantas Airway Bill number. In other words, it's a tracking number for Qantas freight.
Freight. My Dodge is not freight. He is a member of our family. He is "Nana" to the boys. It's odd being in this house without him. I find myself asking him if he needs to go outside, only to realize he is not here. Evan asked last night for Dodger in his room and I had to remind him that Dodge was on his way to LAX. What Evan did not know was that Dodge is having a vacation from us. Seriously- he stayed at the Kennel Club LAX. He has probably had plenty of play time, a few treats, and maybe even a doggie massage. Clearly, he is hanging out with some movie star pups, getting his party on. But, we are still stuck at home without him.
Tonight Ian sketched out a picture of Dodger. Actually he sketched two. One for him and one for his brother. He titled both sketches "Dodger" and then placed each picture on their beds. He said that way Dodge would be with them at bedtime.
We miss our friend, but know that he will be waiting for us down under. He will have scouted out all the good paths and be ready for a big walk when we arrive. Tonight he flies from LA to Melbourne and I may just stay awake thinking about our boy. Not freight.
Freight. My Dodge is not freight. He is a member of our family. He is "Nana" to the boys. It's odd being in this house without him. I find myself asking him if he needs to go outside, only to realize he is not here. Evan asked last night for Dodger in his room and I had to remind him that Dodge was on his way to LAX. What Evan did not know was that Dodge is having a vacation from us. Seriously- he stayed at the Kennel Club LAX. He has probably had plenty of play time, a few treats, and maybe even a doggie massage. Clearly, he is hanging out with some movie star pups, getting his party on. But, we are still stuck at home without him.
Tonight Ian sketched out a picture of Dodger. Actually he sketched two. One for him and one for his brother. He titled both sketches "Dodger" and then placed each picture on their beds. He said that way Dodge would be with them at bedtime.
We miss our friend, but know that he will be waiting for us down under. He will have scouted out all the good paths and be ready for a big walk when we arrive. Tonight he flies from LA to Melbourne and I may just stay awake thinking about our boy. Not freight.
Saturday, May 3, 2014
Dodge with a Blog
Captain's Log Star Date I don't know.
My humans are acting odd. I am not sure what is going on. I have a new bed. Why did I need a new bed? And they have been allowing the little humans to play in the new bed. Human germs. Icky.
The Baby Carrier keeps looking at me lovingly and saying "I am not sure how I can do this for three weeks" but the Food Provider just says "He will be fine." Who is this He they are referring to?
The Baby Carrier also asks me "Where is your passport?" What is this "passport" she refers to and why would I need it? I know that Jason DeRulo talks about his passport having lipstick stamps. That sounds good to me.
The Food Provider has made several surprise visits to my house during the day. I am both happy and shocked by this. Why do my humans come to visit me when it is their time off? They should be off enjoying their rest while they are not taking care of me. When the Food Provider comes home, he puts me in my voyager and we go to see my good friend and loyal advisor, Dr. Bond. There I receive lots of treats and rubs, and sometimes I am poked my a long needle. I can only assume this is my advisor giving me something to protect me from the human germs, especially those of the little humans. They are interesting creatures.
The littlest human keeps giving me hugs and saying "good boy." I demand that he refers to me as Captain, but he clearly does not understand.
The medium human tells the Baby Carrier that he is quite worried about my trip.
Wait. What?
Trip?
What is this "trip?"
Are we going to Lick Creek Park?
Are there bunnies there?
I will continue to keep my subjects apprised of the happenings in my home. Until then...
Dodge out.
My humans are acting odd. I am not sure what is going on. I have a new bed. Why did I need a new bed? And they have been allowing the little humans to play in the new bed. Human germs. Icky.
The Baby Carrier keeps looking at me lovingly and saying "I am not sure how I can do this for three weeks" but the Food Provider just says "He will be fine." Who is this He they are referring to?
The Baby Carrier also asks me "Where is your passport?" What is this "passport" she refers to and why would I need it? I know that Jason DeRulo talks about his passport having lipstick stamps. That sounds good to me.
The Food Provider has made several surprise visits to my house during the day. I am both happy and shocked by this. Why do my humans come to visit me when it is their time off? They should be off enjoying their rest while they are not taking care of me. When the Food Provider comes home, he puts me in my voyager and we go to see my good friend and loyal advisor, Dr. Bond. There I receive lots of treats and rubs, and sometimes I am poked my a long needle. I can only assume this is my advisor giving me something to protect me from the human germs, especially those of the little humans. They are interesting creatures.
The littlest human keeps giving me hugs and saying "good boy." I demand that he refers to me as Captain, but he clearly does not understand.
The medium human tells the Baby Carrier that he is quite worried about my trip.
Wait. What?
Trip?
What is this "trip?"
Are we going to Lick Creek Park?
Are there bunnies there?
I will continue to keep my subjects apprised of the happenings in my home. Until then...
Dodge out.
Thursday, May 1, 2014
Even if it Breaks Your Heart
48 hours post Regents' Scholars banquet.
48 hours of being drained.
48 hours of not being sure I am strong enough to walk away from Texas A&M.
The banquet on Tuesday night marked my 10th year with this office. And yet, these past 48 hours have been the hardest. Tuesday night resulted in tears. I vowed not to cry, and only shed a few tears when the current Regents' Scholars Organization President (and one my babysitters) spoke- Ana Davila shared words of wisdom with the fish as I sat and listened. I am wondering how it is she is already graduating? It seems like she only recently arrived...
I did not cry when I received an award that I created. The Dr. Robert M. Gates Inspiration Award is selected based on student nominations. Cleary this is one of the best awards I have received. I sat there wondering, as the speech was being read (a speech that I wrote several years ago when the award started)- if Dr. Gates had attended the event as I had hoped, and if we had awarded him the award, would that be weird? Then I think of Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy... I digress.
I did not cry when the first President of RSO spoke and shared his remarks. I remember looking around trying to figure out where ten years went. It seems just like yesterday that he was standing at the same podium welcoming the class of 2011 during their orientation. Now we are getting ready to welcome the class of 2018, and I won't be here to recruit the class of 2019. Again, my chain of thoughts spirals out of control.
I did however bawl like a baby when I had to say goodbye to Salma. Salma wondered into my office in the spring of 2005 as a senior in high school. She went on to become everything that I knew about the program. It became real when I hugged her and said goodbye, and it was too much for me to handle. I think my students were a bit worried about me, but that did not stop them from making me feel like a celebrity.
I am not sure if students realize what we as staff think of them. Sure, they arrive in August enthusiastic for the new year, and we complain about their driving skills and the fact that we can't go anywhere without dealing with the crowds. They leave at winter break and we celebrate as we enjoy the empty college town. Then May comes along, many of them graduate and move on. Many of them say "see you in the fall." My students aren't sure what to say to me. I have been here for quite awhile and they always find me in my office working away. When they arrive back on campus in the fall, my office will either be empty or have some new staff member in it. Another thought enters my mind, and all I can hear is Matthew McConaughey saying "I get older, they stay the same age. Alright, alright, alright."
So to the students, I am the one to say goodbye. And I have to say thank you to them. So many of them tell me thank you. But what they don't know is that they are the reason I come to my office everyday. Many days when I am down, I think of them and know that every application I receive, every scholarship I process is helping them achieve their educational goals.
My heart is breaking during this time. My heart breaks as I prepare to leave the home of the 12th Man. My heart breaks as I think that I will be living somewhere they might not appreciate "Howdy" to start the lecture. My heart breaks to leave my friends and family here. But I have to keep on dreaming and hoping for what lies ahead. I encourage my students to keep on dreaming, even if it breaks your heart. I vow to do the same.
48 hours of being drained.
48 hours of not being sure I am strong enough to walk away from Texas A&M.
The banquet on Tuesday night marked my 10th year with this office. And yet, these past 48 hours have been the hardest. Tuesday night resulted in tears. I vowed not to cry, and only shed a few tears when the current Regents' Scholars Organization President (and one my babysitters) spoke- Ana Davila shared words of wisdom with the fish as I sat and listened. I am wondering how it is she is already graduating? It seems like she only recently arrived...
I did not cry when I received an award that I created. The Dr. Robert M. Gates Inspiration Award is selected based on student nominations. Cleary this is one of the best awards I have received. I sat there wondering, as the speech was being read (a speech that I wrote several years ago when the award started)- if Dr. Gates had attended the event as I had hoped, and if we had awarded him the award, would that be weird? Then I think of Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy... I digress.
I did not cry when the first President of RSO spoke and shared his remarks. I remember looking around trying to figure out where ten years went. It seems just like yesterday that he was standing at the same podium welcoming the class of 2011 during their orientation. Now we are getting ready to welcome the class of 2018, and I won't be here to recruit the class of 2019. Again, my chain of thoughts spirals out of control.
I did however bawl like a baby when I had to say goodbye to Salma. Salma wondered into my office in the spring of 2005 as a senior in high school. She went on to become everything that I knew about the program. It became real when I hugged her and said goodbye, and it was too much for me to handle. I think my students were a bit worried about me, but that did not stop them from making me feel like a celebrity.
I am not sure if students realize what we as staff think of them. Sure, they arrive in August enthusiastic for the new year, and we complain about their driving skills and the fact that we can't go anywhere without dealing with the crowds. They leave at winter break and we celebrate as we enjoy the empty college town. Then May comes along, many of them graduate and move on. Many of them say "see you in the fall." My students aren't sure what to say to me. I have been here for quite awhile and they always find me in my office working away. When they arrive back on campus in the fall, my office will either be empty or have some new staff member in it. Another thought enters my mind, and all I can hear is Matthew McConaughey saying "I get older, they stay the same age. Alright, alright, alright."
So to the students, I am the one to say goodbye. And I have to say thank you to them. So many of them tell me thank you. But what they don't know is that they are the reason I come to my office everyday. Many days when I am down, I think of them and know that every application I receive, every scholarship I process is helping them achieve their educational goals.
My heart is breaking during this time. My heart breaks as I prepare to leave the home of the 12th Man. My heart breaks as I think that I will be living somewhere they might not appreciate "Howdy" to start the lecture. My heart breaks to leave my friends and family here. But I have to keep on dreaming and hoping for what lies ahead. I encourage my students to keep on dreaming, even if it breaks your heart. I vow to do the same.
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