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Yesterday's Supreme Court ruling has already resulted in the overturning of numerous domestic violence murder convictions, and motions are piling in for more of these verdicts to be overturned.

What this means for us, personally, is that our "Jaime got her justice" moment will likely be ending in an overturned verdict.

We will have a new trial to look forward to. A trial where Jaime's voice (her official complaints to the police and her statements to friends and family) will be silent.

totally psyched

yes, just yesterday i was crying about the move. but that was then and this is now. the tide has turned and now I am SOOOOO excited about it!

this morning hubby and i figured out he has only 2 more commutes away from us before the move. 2 more horrible sad goodbyes. thats it!

whenever i get all pitiful about leaving i just have to remind myself how much this situation has sucked, how horrible it really has been...especially for hubby. but soon soon soon that will be a thing of the past!

awesome, awesome and awesome!

the moving blues

Our California days are dwindling. There is so little time left here and so much left that we want and have to do.

The surveyor just left our house, and left me knowing that the days of this house being home are numbered. This house where Hubby made me dinner on one of our first dates. Where we brought our son home from the hospital to. Where we had bbqs and parties, and so many many happy memories.

And while I'm having this blue moment, let me mention that when I took my niece and nephew to the train station yesterday I was in such a hurry to get them boarded that I sent them off without even hugging them goodbye. L-A-M-E.

exciting possibilities

We're set for house hunting next week! I feel so much better now that the arrangements have been settled through corporate travel. We got the flight and accommodations I had hoped for and I feel significantly less tense about traveling with Little Guy. Hubby and I are both excited about the trip and finding a new home. And about our new life together in what seems to be a very nice area.

On a separate note, we also got the confirmation that our corporate moving service includes packing up of the house -- awesome, awesome and also awesome!

thank you, top chef

a week spent viewing a recorded marathon of "top chef" inspired me to cook yesterday. this in itself is somewhat momentous -- due to various time strains and stresses there has been extremely little of that going on under this roof.

but last night with hours of 'top chef" swimming around my head i whipped up 3 new dishes and they were all yummy. so thank you, "top chef"...from the entire family.

goodbye^24

Friday was my last day at work and it was very emotional. I'm not sure at exactly what point in life I became one of those women who cry uncontrollably when they're very sad or angry (I think circa 2003) but it is extremely annoying.

I stayed busy late into the night Thursday with preparations for the last day of class, and I was doing very well. But I wanted one of my last day activities to be an art table where my students could make cards for their homeroom teachers, so I started searching for poems about teachers that I could have ready for their use.

I found this:

You're a very special person.
and you should know
How I loved to be your teacher,
how fast the time did go.

We did a lot of special things-
We learned, we laughed, we cared
I always will remember you
And all these times we shared.

I wish that you could visit me,
as through the grades you go.
Try hard to learn all you can,
there's just so much to know.

The one thing I hope you remember
to last your whole life through,
Is that you are special and you are cared for
Each and every one of you!

Sappy Poem + Me = Weepy Tearful Mess

So I cried most the rest of the night. I got up early and ran around, dropped Little Guy off at Grandma's and as soon as I walked into the teacher's lounge I started crying again. I got to my classroom and as I set it up for the last day -- more crying. The first students started trickling in and I finally calmed down, pulled it together and settled into business. Then at the end of class out came the evil crying poem...needless to say there was crying.

I never in a million years would have thought it would be this difficult to say goodbye to my students. But it is. I don't think I ever fathomed when I was in school just how much the teachers cared. How teachers come to think of students as *their* kids.

So tearful goodbyes...class is dismissed. Then I spent the next 4 hours putting my classroom away for the summer and filling out intervention reports. By then I was dusty and dirty and glad to say goodbye to the school, if not the students.

I hope my 24 kids have bright futures.
I hope they rise above their circumstances.
I hope they learn that it is not their fault when bad things happen to them.
I hope they make good choices.
I hope they have a great teacher next year, who cares about them even half as much as I do.