Friday, July 24, 2009

Welcome to Becky Burress at 30- Sentimental beginnings and gentle warnings

Hi!! I'm Becky Burress. Well, no, I'm not. I'm using a psuedonym so that no one (ie- students and students' parents!!!) can Google me and know all about my life. I just want my friends (and any potential publishers who may be blown away by my witty observations) to know who I am and access the blog. It's a pretty cool name! I took my favorite, gun-dropping-but-winning-touchdown-catching football player's last name! Like my man Plaxico, I am not perfect and I make some bad decisions. I plan on being painfully honest in my blog- because its the only way to be. So, if there are things you may not want to know about me (mom), or you might not feel comfortable knowing and not telling my mom (facebook savvy uncles and cousins)think about that as you pick and choose the entries you decide to read. Topics I plan to conquer: weight gain and loss, the wonders of food, binge drinking, and anti-depressants, and how inappropriate behavior, bad decisions, and waking up in strange places in your twenties makes you a better person/wife in your thirties. I'll try to give the heads up in the titles.

So, what makes me think you want to read about my life and my opinions about things? Mostly because I'm a bit narcissistic. I've decided you really have to be when you are a teacher. There is a lot of talk about "student-centered" learning, but c'mon, the teacher is the sun and moon in their classroom. Actually I am the captain of the ship and the queen of the castle, at least that's what I tell my kids. So naturally I assume that the whole world should be paying the same rapt attention to every utterance that falls out of my mouth as I expect from my students. Also, I've just outgrown the one sentence forum of the facebook status update!

Seriously- I enjoy writing. I've always thought about writing but thought that I lacked the motivation and self-discipline to stick with it. I realized that I do, however, make the time to update my facebook status daily and to check up to see what every single person I've met since nursery school happens to be doing. I kept a blog a few years ago when I went to Spain. I toyed with the idea of keeping a blog about what happens right here in the USA. I thought about it but still didn't do it. I was further inspired by the biographical memoirs of Jen Lancaster. I kept thinking about it and then doing other important things like scouring Craig's list for the perfect bistro table (still haven't found it) or succumbing to the Twilight books (yeah- I gave in but they are AMAZING) I needed more inspiration...

Finally, inspiration literally came flying through the window. A bat flew into our living room and circled around for an hour before a friend finally came and captured it on a decorative shelf. I had an hour, standing out there on my lawn, screaming at the top of my lungs like a lunatic, to fully appreciate the situation and listen to the messages the universe (God, the angels, the Holy Spirit, the secret, Buddha)were sending me. During his brief 33 year life my father published a much too small collection of published written pieces. One of his pieces was about the under appreciated bat. He was able to draw on his knowledge and his experiences working in the bat house at the Bronx Zoo to actually make the winged rodents a sympathetic character! When my husband looked at me and said, "Who could we call?" I immediately thought of my father, who hasn't been with us in over two decades. I'd like to believe that night, he was smiling at me from Heaven, his half smile that I've memorized from years of pouring over pictures. I'd like to believe that little folly was his gentle nudge to me to get writing. With only nine years together on Earth, my dad wasn't able to give me a lot of gifts- a raccoon bank that I rubbed all the fur off of, a leather key chain I still keep on my car keys. He did give me a love for the written word. I can remember falling asleep to the sound of his typewriter or watching him read a Louis L'Amour novel, standing up next to my bed because I couldn't sleep. These things were what made me the avid reader- and sometimes writer- I am today.

Alright enough with the sappy stuff!! So here I am... post-mystical nudge, writing a blog and who knows where that will take me. Who knows, once I get the juices flowing I may write an article or a book or those wedding thank you notes I've been procrastinating over!!

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