Between The Teeth

Saturday, October 29, 2005

Moving On

The last post was a half-assed effort to write an piece similiar to those TALES OF THE UNEXPECTED I so loved as a child.
The idea was there but it needs some work, to busy to bother with at the moment.
This Blog is getting old and sloppy. Could it be the cause of me.
Therefore I am looking at a new approach, a new style a change.
I'm working on a new one, so just be pacient and it'll be posted when I good and ready.
Thanks

Friday, October 28, 2005

If Only

After three wonderful years together. He knew she was the one.He loved her with all his heart, she had come into his life at the lowest of low. Bringing with her smiles and laughter, friends, parties and social evenings. The whirl wind romance grew in the hassle and bussle of her busy life. Somewhere in it all he had forgotten his sorrow and pain and because of this he felt he loved her.He had saved his pay check for months, hoping to propose with the perfect ring. It was difficult trying to keep all the bills paid, putting away extra for the engagement ring, while still keeping enough spending money for her social ways. Dining out with friends, going to the theatre shows, attending art galas. Though to him she was worth it, she distracted him from the pain.It was planned out perfectly, the ring although not as big as he had hoped was elegant and simple, it was the promise, the symbol of his love. All he needed now was her to accept.After a nice dinner at the finest french bistro in town, they walked along the cobbled streets in the old part of Montreal. The night was perfect, the sky clear and crisp for a late summer night.Near the fountain by the historic hotel, he grabbed her hand and dropped to his knees. She blushed in the anticipation of it all. He opened the black box, and slid the ring up on her finger.As his heart raced he asked the question.She smiled, and kissed him, replied with a hesitant yes.She would marry him, she loved him, but the ring. She hesitated because of the ring.The response surprised him, but it seemed so miner at the time he agreed.Months passed, and he had tried to save more for a bigger ring. She had picked one that she felt was her hearts desire, though in doing so she had also made it more of a burden on him financially. Even though marriage was in the future, she wanted to mantain her busy social calendar, and the ring that she had picked would be the envy of all within her active social circle.This seemed of utmost importance to her. He didn't understand it but he would do everything he could to please her.By the end of the year he finally could afford the ring she so desperatly wanted. She smiled in delight when he arrived home from work with the new ring in hand. Time passed and wedding plans became more concrete.One day she came home late from a evening out with the girls, seemly distressed he questioned her displeasure. It seems her ring was again much to small in comparison to her friends she so needed to impress. Again she asked him to exchange it to even a greater size and greater cost.Silently he agreed.Another year passed and the burden of the approaching wedding cost and ring began to strain on him. He had taken on another job in the evenings to help, and because of this, she now spent more and more time socializing in the evenings without him.Two weeks before the wedding he asked her for her old ring, as he had enough of a down payment to collect the new one for her, just in time for the wedding. On the way to the jewellershis car was hit by a semi and he was killed instantly. A terrible explosion had occurred and engulfed his car in flames.The police came to the door late in the evening to inform her of the tragic event. All they found in the remains was the ring he was to exchange.They gave it to her, as she wept over her loss, she placed it on her finger and they left.The bliss of a wedding day was replaced by the sadness of his funeral. The companies involved with the wedding planning we're heartfelt and understanding so without much financial loss we're able to plan out and attend to the details of the funeral.Weeks had passed since the funeral and in the mail one day she received a letter from the jewelery. It was a survey about the service he had received and a reminder that the rings were ready.She decided she still wanted her new ring that he had been paying off over the last few months.When she arrived at the jewelers and inquired about her ring she was quite surprised with what she found. The jewelry pulled out a simple gold band, and a tiny most simple engagement ring. Even smaller than the one he bought her the first time.In shock she asked the jeweler to explain.The jeweler replied," Your husband told me how sweet and kind you are, and how you loved him more than the cost and burden of the diamond, since he lost his first wife to cancer you had asked him to take back the diamond ring in exchange for just the simple wedding band, while giving the money for your previous ring to the cancer society for research. When he told me about your warm and generous heart I couldn't bare to see you with just a simple band for your wonderful wedding. A lady with such a big heart derserves more therefore I gave your husband this tiny diamond engagement ring for free with the wedding band. I do hope you like it, it is so simple and elegant just as you, I wish your husband could have given it to you."With a flash af anger she took the rings and left, only to be tragically struck by a passing motorist.

Friday, October 21, 2005

Between then and now

Sometime between then and now I have changed.
Along with crows feet and a few sparse grey hairs came a hardness.
I'm finding myself becoming a stone angel. Life hardens my soul and creases my brow.
My leaps of faith have turned to steps of caution.
Those unexpected events nolonger adventure but annoyances.
A love of new and different, a fear of the unknown.
I nolonger spash in the puddles but walk around them.
Somewhere between then and now.
I got lost.
Am I the only one?

Monday, October 17, 2005

My New Thoughts

Nothing Much...

Thursday, October 06, 2005

The Fairy

I have a secret Fairy. Not a tooth fairy, not a dream fairy, and no, not the fruit loop fairy.
You know that commercial for Becel margarine, how that Becel wants you too eat healthier, encourages taking the stair instead. Well my fairy is kind of like that, looking for a healthier tomorrow.
I have had a summer filled with door knob surprises.
A bag of fresh beets and carrots,
Crab apples,
potatoes,
fresh pears,
even brown bananas for banana bread.
Some fairies I have met. Some I know well. Others remain secret. Not wanting to be known for their generous nature.
One fairy even brought some quite smoking literature, to help on our quest for a smoke free lifestyle.
Well, today I just want to Thank all my health fairies. The freezer is full for the winter of beet soup, banana bread, and stew.
So if I put on forty pounds this winter, I wish to remind my fairies that a good fairy is their through thick and thin. So expect to be running laps this spring.

Monday, October 03, 2005

The Flipside to Education

Canadain society places value on successful education. From our first few years in elementary school to our adult life, passing the grade and being a great student is a measurement of worth.
But what does it really mean, and could the "successful student" be just a label for those of us with a set personality disposition. A personality that fits into the mould of our expections within the boundaries of our education system.
At the elementary level I was an honour student, a model student, I raised my hand often, followed direction, did my homework, and tried to please and impress my teachers. All of these brought me awards, praise and ease of transition into the higher grades. But it left me lacking in one area. Confidence in my own way of thinking.
Once I hit highschool the need to please others had vanished, I feel into a difficult reality of being myself, or moulding myself for the continued label of the model student. Nolonger was the world black and white, nolonger we're teachers perfect, nolonger was authority always fair and just.
I could now read between the lines of political, and educational misjustice. I became more questioning, more assertive and less likely to follow ones lead. Therefore I became a challenge student. Difficult, too direct, too opinionated, and too outspoken for the likes of many teachers.
Independent thought raises to chaos.
My "model student label" vanished to the way side, and although I was still doing fine academically (except for spelling of couse) I struggled with just getting along with the authorities. Did that make me less intelligent? No, of course not.
Therefore why do we look at the quiet, shy, non disruptive children and adults as success students. It is much easier to speak only when asked, answer questions with only what is taught and rewrite only what is written.
Is it not true that the world was once thought to be flat, and that medicine was only a practice for men. Those who had great discoveries, wrote amazing books, and build unheard of flying machines we're not model students. They challege the masses in their narrow thinking, they causes choas and discord. Therefore lets stop expecting our kids to be successful students, giving them drugs for attention disorders, and praising straight A,s. And if they are a "model student," then all we truly know about them is that they can sit quietly for long periods, listen too direction, and rewrite, and reverbalize what has already been said and done.
Besides any really great teachers out there always loved a challenge. Let's encourage all types of personalities, and find worth in all of them.


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