Posh & Poor

Sometimes it hits me.  I live in this New York place.  Where you can see the splatter of the whole world’s diversity in one trip to central park.  Where you can buy cup cakes from ATMs.  And people write songs about our lives.

But really, I’m only hit with the excitement of New York City when I’m in Manhattan.  Which was basically 2 times in the last 6 weeks.  Instead I live this Brooklyn life.  Where ‘gentrification’ makes its way into weekly conversations.  And my kids write funny answers on their worksheets.  And the males in my neighborhood have become obsessed with ‘wheelies.’  Bicycles.  Motorbikes. You name it- if they can tip it, it will be tipped!

Also, according to my emails ‘wordpress has missed me’.  Which means I haven’t really been blogging too much.  Which means lots of regular things have been going on in my life. And, I mean, how many of you blog about regular things?

WHell.  Apparently I do.  Because you are about to see a lot of regular things.  Because it’s May and it’s spring and that makes me happy enough to dump all my phone pictures onto the internet in hopes that maybe someone will smile along with my life.

Category 1: My parents came to visit.  They were here for one day after a trip to PA.  I offered to meet them there.  But my dad forgot how much he hated New York for a hot second and decided to drive to meet me instead.  Don’t worry, he remembered by the time he arrived why he only visits once a year. But, we got bagels and found a farmers’ market and even got a whole train car to ourselves once.  That did make him smile.

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{Indirect Window Selfie with my Dad}

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Category 2:

More recently, I made an intentional trip to Central Park because it’s spring (my favorite time of year) and I wanted to see things that were blooming and people that we crazy.  And eat my favorite Waffles and Dinges.  SO much winning that day!

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{Columbus Circle- Looking Out from the mall}IMG_20150425_185259153_HDR

{Has it really been a whole year since I had a gyro??  Just another reason to miss college and food carts.}

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Bonus Feature:

So.  There’s this place called “Serendipity III.”  It’s totally this cafe in Manhattan that was in some movie and therefore has these ridiculously long waits and lots of tourists to eat from its overpriced menu.  However, due to its ‘frozen hot chocolate’ (made from 14 gourmet cocoas) it’s on, like, every ‘what to eat in New York’ list.  Even mine.  So. I finally went this week.  With a friend.  We were going to go running but it called for rain.  So we went for dessert instead. (Her and I, we share the same heart.) Needless to say. It had this great “Alice in Wonderland” feel and the hot chocolate was loved by all.

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Category 3:

Work it!  I mean. Work.

So yeah. This month is coming up on one year since graduation.  And it’s amazing to me that I am, in fact, surviving my first year ‘therapisting’ (since I’m not a teacher- I’m a speech therapist, I’m not quite sure what to call this, but, you get the picture….)  Ahnyways.  I was just talking with someone this weekend about my job and I was struck with the incredible miracle that THIS is my ‘first year experience.’ So yeah, I work at 2 different schools.  And some days I run out of patience and skills.  But I was hired the week before school started.  And my schools are both incredible.  Supportive.  Helpful.  Safe places to grow.  Plus, some of my kids are pretty funny too.

{I had to laugh at this answer.}

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{We made flowers for spring.}

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{Some 5th graders think they are sooo funny.}

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Also.  My current favorite funny kid story.

Setting: 2nd grade boy and I are walking together to my office and we pass another adult with a student.

boy (to me): Did you see that tall girl??  She is MY type!

me: You mean the grown up?

boy: yeah!

me:  Buddy.  You can’t date a grown up until you are a grown up.

boy: ooohhh

Which brings us to the end of my incredibly long post about my incredibly regular life.

Here’s something just for fun.

Haha, read it!

Happy May, friends!