If you listened to the most recent podcast or read Marty Luster’s post entitled, “Thank You, Dave” then you already know that we were all so happy to receive some postcards, maps, and currency from one of the most faithful and kind FOBs we have…Dave Moore!
After other contributors took their share of Dave’s gifts, I was lucky enough to secure the rest to bring to my students. On Monday morning I shared the items with my class. We admired the gorgeous postcards and were struck by their beauty, we learned a bit about the Won and its worth in comparison to our American dollars, and we studied the tourism maps to learn more about daily life in South Korea. Dave’s gifts gave me the opportunity to share some maps of Asia with the class, to discuss time zones, and to, of course, revisit how to write “Thank You” notes.
David’s gifts are now on the shelf in our large geography area and many students have sat independently and looked through the cards…several had fun sorting them by natural landscapes, architecture, food, etc. They have also tried to recreate the scenes found on the Won.
My students were incredibly grateful that someone so far away would think to share items with them and are making the most of the learning opportunity.
Some of you have asked to see some of the postcards so I took the liberty of photographing several….along with some of Dave’s other gifts and the classroom materials that we are now using along with them.
One act of kindness can go a long way. So, that having been said, Thank You again to Dave and Kim Moore!
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Both Donna and Joey already posted some fantastic photos from this weekend’s Fall Festival at Mile Marker One, but it was such a great event, that more can’t hurt. Mile Marker One, Marshall’s Farm Stand, and The Bridge pulled off a fantastic afternoon despite some threatening weather.
The city of Gloucester provided some pretty awesome vehicles including Fire Engine 3, a police Hummer, an ATV, and even a Coast Guard Vessel. That’s pretty much all my boys needed to make a day of it, but the pony rides, face painting, bouncy houses, awesome vendors, pretty yummy Bloody Marys, gelato, the Sam Adams Brewery Oktoberfest Beer Hoisting Competition (what?), and some pretty sweet alpacas made it all that much more fun. And…that was by no means all that the event had to offer.
A true collaboration of forces to pull off yet another fantastic family event here in our great city. Thanks to all! Put this one on your calendar for next year for sure.
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One of my best friends in the entire world has a penis.
I could stop this post there and assume you know what I’m getting at…but, for fear you’ll misinterpret my meaning, I’ll go on.
One of my very best friends is a boy.
That may not seem blog worthy to you, but as of late I’ve been wondering how many others out there have a best friend of the opposite sex.
This friend and I have been close for almost 20 years and he means the world to me.I’m not going to lie, in the very beginning we toyed with the idea of being more than friends, but never much did.
One night, a few years into our friendship, we were out together on Christmas Eve and he introduced me to the man who is now my husband of 13 years and the father to our two sons.
My friend is still an amazing friend and I treasure his presence in my life in ways that are kind of hard to explain.I know he’d do anything for me and he’s brutally honest in ways that are totally refreshing.He’s one of the most generous people people I’ve ever met…and the laughing that comes when we’re together is priceless to me.Really, truly, priceless.
He goes away for long periods of time for work and we go months (or even longer) without seeing each other, but when he comes home I’m beyond thrilled to see him.Through the years he’s had a fair share of long term relationships….and I’ve met them all.Some embraced me as his good friend, sometimes realizing that befriending me was as a hall pass of sorts….some didn’t quite understand and never much liked me.Bygones.
My husband is supportive (well, maybe tolerant is a better adjective) because I think he really understands that this friendship is something that I need and cherish…even if I can’t so eloquently explain why.But, I am well aware, it is a luxury that he is tolerant as most others raise an eyebrow and find it more than a bit strange.
Sometimes I understand why others find it strange….sometimes I don’t.To be blunt, the fact that he has a penis doesn’t mean I’m going to see it any more than the fact that my girlfriends having boobies and a vagina means that I’m going to be seeing those.I have plenty of girlfriends whose private parts I’ve certainly never seen.Right?
So, I ask you, can men and women just be friends?When Harry Met Sally tells us “no”, but I think “yes”.
Comment please if you do indeed (or ever have had) a good friend of the opposite sex and take the poll to add your opinion.
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I’m so sad that our own Joey C. must have snuck off to the bathroom just before I snapped this pic. He was commiserating with these fellow Jeter fans about the end of an era, but needed to excuse himself to get composed after some tears were shed.
On another note, Tasty Burgers are indeed T.A.S.T.Y. I had the Gorgonzola Burger (fantastic) and a super yummy Whale’s Tale from Nantucket’s own Cisco Brewery. Ok….maybe 2 Whale’s Tales.
So, baseball is over for another 188 days….or a mere 142 if you start counting back from when pitchers and catchers report to Spring Training…and Jeter is gone. BUT…Tasty Burger is still there, and if you haven’t been there for some indulgent grub, you’re missing out a bit.
It was quite possibly one of the strangest last days of Red Sox baseball I’ve ever witnessed. It was indeed a pleasure to bear witness to Derek Jeter’s last game of major league baseball today within the walls of Fenway Park. The ball park was teaming with #2 Yankees shirts, pin stripes, and New York fans. It was almost difficult to remember that we were actually there to wrap up a Boston season and wish them well as we begin to dream of a better 2015.
In true Red Sox fashion, the organization planned an impressive send off to the beloved Yankees #2 and it is one of “those” days that will be written down in the well read history books that make the Red Sox, well, the Red Sox.
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Jesse Dawaileebe from Rochester, New York scored the last autograph from Derek Jeter as he walked back into the dugout after his final farewell from baseball. Congratulations to him!
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I’m feeling a little down and out as the 2014 Red Sox season comes to an all-too-early-end this coming weekend. I find myself reminiscing back to Opening Day and the giddiness that comes with new possibilities, green grass, crisp white uniforms, cold beer, Sweet Caroline, the boys of summer, and magical nights inside the hallowed grounds of the one and only Fenway Park.
Opening Days, especially those that involve a ring ceremony, always give me the chills. I can’t get enough of the sound of the crowd, the vivid colors that blend together to paint a portrait like none other, and the goosebumps. I’ve been fortunate to breathe in the awesomeness of Opening Days from the field. To look up and around….to pan the crowd…and see it in almost slow motion. It may come as no surprise that I may possibly be the world’s biggest sap, but Opening Day gets to me in a way that I have trouble putting into words. So, it isn’t supposed to end this way. The years with no post season play feel like a year without Christmas, July 4th, beach days, and grapefruit beer. The horror.
For me, it isn’t just the baseball. The post season is about the camaraderie that is palpable while ordering your morning coffee after a late night win, while coexisting with strangers during mundane errands prior to rushing home for the first pitch, or while cheering on the Sox at a local bar. Never mind the 9 inning marriage of 37,400 fans cheering on the team inside the park! It is impossible to not feel like all of Red Sox Nation are immediate best friends come late September and October….if, that is, we’ve made it. Which, of course, we haven’t.
With no wild card run, American League Divisional Series, American League Championship Series….and, sigh, no World Series….I’m feeling like I’ve just arrived to a luxurious beach vacation and the weather forecast is calling for 7 straight days of torrential rain. And that, my friends, may be an understatement.
Sure, we’ll fill these fall days with plenty of fun…but, something will be missing for sure.
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Cape Ann Youth Hockey, along with some folks named the Boston Bruins, pulled off a fantastic event yesterday afternoon….all in the name of the Open Door Food Pantry. The Boston Bruins Street Brigade Clinic gave about 50 kids the opportunity to participate in some street hockey games, meet Blades (the Bruins mascot), and receive gifts from the Boston Bruins. In return, Cape Ann Youth Hockey and the Bruins simply asked that participants make a donation to the incredibly worthy Open Door Food Pantry. A win-win!
Another example of great things happening on any given day within our community!
A huge thanks to all of those involved! It is never too late to make a donation! Please consider.
So here’s some good news for parents of children with some energy to spare. In case you read that wrong….the children should have the energy to spare. Not the parents. On that note, are there parents out there with energy to spare, because I’m wiped.
Regardless…
Sky Zone is coming to Danvers SOON….at the Liberty Tree Mall.
The last official day of summer marks the date for what we consider to be one of our favorite fall events. And when I say “we” I really just mean myself and the boys, because my husband isn’t necessarily fond of being on tour for the entire fall season. But, he does it….so, brownie points there. This year’s Family Farm Day at Appleton Farm in Ipswich is happening on Sunday, September 21st from 10-3…oddly enough it may reach into the 80s. Sadly, the Schraffts will most likely be no-shows this year due to an 11:30 hockey game…go figure. But, you should all go!
Our fall days at an assortment of farms continue to be some of my favorite memories with the boys. We are, and always will be, “summer people” but, that having been said, there is something about the crisp weather, the pick-your-own abundance of super yummy fruit, the music, the changing leaves….the cider donuts, etc. that gives me super warm fuzzies. I am a stickler for tradition and there is something sentimental about the annual trip to each place that makes me happy. I love seeing how much the boys have grown from autumn to autumn and see what parts of each farm draw them in each season. My boys have also always been a bit obsessed with farm animals. There are no fewer than 50 goats, cows, and pigs that could tell you tales about a Schrafft boy’s finger being shoved into places they don’t belong. Primarily noses….but, there was that one time…. Bygones.
This year our Farm Tour will take a significant hit due to conflicting hockey schedules, but, we still have a few “must do” romps that I’m not willing to skip. Our favorite farm of all is Applecrest Farm in Hampton Falls, New Hampshire. First of all, I kind of like that it is a bit of a drive. A little known secret is that I’m a wicked Sunday driver. Again, my husband may disagree that the ride is a bonus, and…if I’m being honest here…it did lead to quite a marital tiff one year. The words “remind me again what exactly is wrong with the apples that are 20 minutes away from home?” were uttered in traffic on the way home….and we may or may not have missed the first quarter of the Patriots game. I digress. Applecrest is a fantastic destination and if you take the back roads, the drive is stunningly gorgeous. If you check out their event calendar you may get lucky enough to catch their super cute “Story Book Hayrides” that are put on by the drama students of a local high school to help pay for their annual school trip. They also host car shows, a field plowing day, and other events in addition to the already excellent activities that can easily fill a whole day. I’m a giant fan of the petting farm (small barnyard animals, peeps….seriously) and the excellent blue grass music. The good eats don’t hurt either! There’s also some good shopping to be done in their barn. We always come home with some classroom snacks for the boys and some sinful treats for the house.
We have lots of close runner-ups when it comes to local farms, but I’d rather hear yours! So, with fall approaching, where do you and yours always head? I’d really like to know!
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You know what I don’t do nearly enough? Go to comedy shows.
Every few years a few of us get together and make plans to take in a show….and then, inevitably I find myself wondering, “Why don’t I do this more often?”
Who doesn’t need a good, honest, unbridled laugh every so often?
Last week I did just that. I laughed, and laughed, and laughed.
Somehow, a year has gone by since my friends opened Laugh Boston and, on the club’s 1st anniversary, it was finally time to cross it off this year’s bucket list. I am so glad that I did! The comedians were, well, hysterical and the club itself is, dare I say, the perfect combination of industrial yet cozy. Its fantastic location within the Westin Waterfront in Boston’s Seaport district doesn’t hurt either. Nor does its full bar and “light fare” menu.
Laugh Boston is, as they say, “the stand-up brother to the Improv Asylum, Boston’s improv & sketch comedy theater located in the North End.”
If you haven’t been there either….you are totally missing out. In contrast to Stand Up comedy, the Improv Asylum features incredibly quick-witted improvisation and sketch comedy. Which, in my humble opinion, takes a true artist to pull off. They can boast to over 10,000 shows since its opening in 1998.
So, dinner and drinks in the North End and then a riot of an evening at the club. Or, a trip to the Seaport District, tons of laughs at the stand up club, and maybe even a quick overnight stay at the Westin? With summer coming to an end, that’s two good excuses to get over not only the A. Piatt Andrew, but also, the Tobin Bridges!
A somewhat crisp, early afternoon on a late summer day….
Children gather all over Evan’s Field in Rockport, families in tow, with a rainbow of colors representing the various teams that make up our little Rockport Youth Soccer League. Couldn’t be sweater, really.
The boys and I took Marlin, our German Shorthaired Pointer, to Finn’s early morning Kick Start Soccer Program and let him sniff the other dogs and then have a good romp around the field once the youngest players had scattered. We took a stroll down the dirt road and waved to the horses grazing in the field.
With just enough time to get home, regroup, and grab our bikes….we were off for Game #2. The boys are new to riding their bikes across town. I’m not going to lie, I slightly panic that Finn is going to swerve, fall off the curb accidentally, and get struck by a car. I’m trying to be less nervous…and they LOVE riding down South Street, through town, up Broadway, past the train tracks, and to the ball field. So, we do it.
Thatcher is a hockey player first and foremost, but he’s been loving soccer so far this season too. He has a fantastic coach and is a totally different player than he was just one year ago. I was just settling in after getting Finn a snack and watching him wander up the hill to pat a super cute puppy. I was enjoying a bit of a “my boys are pretty awesome….and things are getting easier as they’re growing up a bit” moment.
And then, Thatcher and another kid collided. Thatcher tripped, totally fine, but was on the ground fumbling with his cleat that had fallen off. The other child was also fine…and kindly took a second to turn around to check on Thatcher. As I was thinking, “That’s sweet….good job….way to check out the other player” my thoughts were quickly interrupted.
The grandmother of the other player shouted, “Don’t look back to see if he’s ok. Who cares.” I was flabbergasted. My first though was, “He’s fine, your kid isn’t that tough.” My second was, “Shame on you, lady.”
Seriously….shame on her.
I don’t really straddle the fence of Helicopter Parentville. I’m, as many people can attest, a pretty tough parent. I expect my boys to be polite, I don’t tolerate too much crappy behavior, and I offer up plenty of constructive criticism. I love them more than I ever knew humanly possible, but I don’t sugarcoat, and I expect them to be accountable and good kids.
While I wan’t compelled for even a second to run down and check on Thatcher….because A) he was fine and B) it is more my nature to let the coach assess the situation and summon me if necessary… I was still horrified by her “Who Cares” assertion. I mean, really. Who cares? Is that really what any of us want to teach our children. That is exactly the type of response I hope that my boys NEVER have as they continue to grow and live their lives. I hope that they always care.
As a parent, as a teacher, and as someone who hopes my kids are, above anything else kind, sympathetic, and compassionate to their friends, their classmates, their teammates, and even strangers, I was sad.
What did I do, you may ask. Not much. I’ve been regretting my lack of reaction all weekend. I simply looked over my shoulder, made eye contact with the mother of the child, and said, “Wow.”
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My boys have been super excited about spotting Wicked Tuna boats all summer long. I have to admit it is pretty darn cute listening to the two of them talking about the boats, crew, fish, green sticks, the price per pound, fat quality, this pound test or that pound test, etc. While they’ve watched the show here and there during past seasons, they’re just a bit older this year…and hence, much more into it. Likewise, for whatever the reasons, the North vs. South episodes that are currently airing get them giddy.
They clocked some serious hours at the Blue Fin Blowout back earlier this summer and I was so proud of how long they sat patiently waiting for boats to arrive. They were completely riveted by the weigh-ins and the size of the fish. They couldn’t get down there fast enough for Day #2 of the action. A couple of weekends ago they got their “Wicked Tuna” on down at the wharf and thought they were the coolest cats in town when they got to haul their own little fish down the dock. And, worth mentioning, they both gobbled up the sushi like it was candy after helping my husband clean the fish. Finn hasn’t quite mastered the “Tails Up” yet though.
Despite witnessing their enthusiasm all summer, I was still surprised to see the journal entry that Thatcher wrote at school yesterday. Love that kid! I get that many probably find the fact that we let our 5 and 7 year-olds watch Wicked Tuna in the first place may not be the best of parenting decisions….but, I’ll take the learning opportunity and run with it. (insert shameless shout out to his amazing teachers at the Harborlight-Stoneridge Montessori School).
Just more proof that growing up salty is excellent and that this little slice of heaven that we call home is bursting at the seams with opportunities for the kiddos to find something unique that speaks to them and to be passionate about.
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