Jun 28, 2012

see you in the court room, mr. webman.

Over the past two years. . .you have been dad and I have been mom to one hundred and twenty students.  Shockingly, we never had a fight and have always been on the same page with everything.  On a daily basis we worked hard to influence our kids to be better readers, writers, scientists and mathematicians.  Above all, you made sure each of our kids were better people in the world no matter what. We wish you all the luck in the world as your pursue your law degree at Harvard, but know you will be missed more than you will ever know.

     
  





goodbye goldy.

Goldy.
I never thought it would end so soon, but as this day came closer I began to think of all the people we work with now and all the ones that have gone....and I cannot think of any two people more opposite than you and me. 
At the same time, I cannot think of anyone else I would want to start my day with in homeroom at 8:12am.  While looking through years of photos, I realized that you have taught every child, in every grade, every year at school. 
You have made each of them better artists, better hoopers, and like Webman, better people in our world. 
  
So it is only fair that your video would have the most obvious of songs.  On behalf of all your students and everyone who has walked the hallways of gvms and lmc with you, thank you for being 
part of our world.  

- Ribs.


Dec 26, 2011

christmastime with the ribods'

 For over thirty years, I have spent Christmas morning in the same living room with the same people. There have been scenes of amazement and awe, tears from Santa forgetting to deliver some the toys we wanted, and lots of early mornings in footie pajamas and bed-head looking for new gifts. Over the years, the toys have gotten a little more sophisticated; more things require batteries or a plug. Regardless, I cannot think of a better place to spend Christmas day with my family....even if we have to video chat some of us in!










Merry Christmas Everyone.

Nov 26, 2011

miracle on parent rd.

My mother told me to use the same video from last year.  I just could not live with myself by re-publishing last year's tree.

Here's to another Christmas tree going up the day after Thanksgiving.  

Nov 19, 2011

Nov 14, 2011

fairview lake.

 Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
 I lived on air
That crossed me from sweet things,
The flow of- was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs
Down hill at dusk?
 I had the swirl and ache
From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they're gathered shake
Dew on the knuckle.
I craved strong sweets, but those
Seemed strong when I was young;
The petal of the rose
It was that stung.
Now no joy but lacks salt
That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
 I crave the stain
Of tears, the aftermark
Of almost too much love,
The sweet of bitter bark
And burning clove.
 When stiff and sore and scarred
I take away my hand
From leaning on it hard
In grass and sand,
The hurt is not enough:
 I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length.
-r.f.-

Nov 3, 2011

parent teacher conference karaoke.

we plan lessons.  we grade tests, quizzes and papers.  we call parents.  we give detention.  we go on field trips.  we do hall duty.  we talk all day.  we think about other jobs we could have.  we get dehydrated.  we babysit.  we take attendance.  we pray for snowdays. we wonder why kids can't multiply and laugh at the things they say.  we teach. 

some say we are role models.  

but on the friday after parent teacher conferences....we are stars.