Nothing but love...
Right about now I’m wondering if anyone would get the George Harrison reference in the title of my entry from last Sunday... I've had that song in my head now for days. Back in college, when I was taking sign language, I "sang" that song in sign lanuage for my final project. Needless to say, I know every note and then some...
It's a great song, really, and it kind of summarizes the way I feel about my life. I'm really happy right now, and I'm thankful for it.
I'm thankful for a lot.
Right now, I'm especially thankful for my Doctor Pheelgood.
Doctor Pheelgood, aka Officer Pheelgood, is the police officer at the middle school where I teach. This man is quite possibly one of the most genuine, kind hearted people I’ve ever met. He's a police officer, but also a therapist, and has PhD in abnormal psych. (What a perfect qualification to work at a middle school, btw...)
Several times a week, I find myself knocking on his door, just to sit down a chat for a few. Regardless of my mood when I enter, I always leave feeling happy and confident. I don't know how he does it. I could walk through the door feeling like an fugly, hideously incompetent societal reject, and I’ll leave knowing that I’m good at what I do, that I have the ability to fix whatever problem I may be having, and that I’m the most beautiful creature to have ever walked the face of the earth.
It also doesn’t hurt that Pheelgood enjoys the bounty that is my cleavage. Granted, he’s old enough to be my father and is happily married, but the sexually under-toned banter always puts a smile on my face.
I owe you a lot, Pheelgood. I don’t think I could’ve made it through this horrendous first year of teaching without your guidance. And for that, one of these days, I just may get drunk enough to show you my boobs.
Or maybe just one.
It's a great song, really, and it kind of summarizes the way I feel about my life. I'm really happy right now, and I'm thankful for it.
I'm thankful for a lot.
Right now, I'm especially thankful for my Doctor Pheelgood.
Doctor Pheelgood, aka Officer Pheelgood, is the police officer at the middle school where I teach. This man is quite possibly one of the most genuine, kind hearted people I’ve ever met. He's a police officer, but also a therapist, and has PhD in abnormal psych. (What a perfect qualification to work at a middle school, btw...)
Several times a week, I find myself knocking on his door, just to sit down a chat for a few. Regardless of my mood when I enter, I always leave feeling happy and confident. I don't know how he does it. I could walk through the door feeling like an fugly, hideously incompetent societal reject, and I’ll leave knowing that I’m good at what I do, that I have the ability to fix whatever problem I may be having, and that I’m the most beautiful creature to have ever walked the face of the earth.
It also doesn’t hurt that Pheelgood enjoys the bounty that is my cleavage. Granted, he’s old enough to be my father and is happily married, but the sexually under-toned banter always puts a smile on my face.
I owe you a lot, Pheelgood. I don’t think I could’ve made it through this horrendous first year of teaching without your guidance. And for that, one of these days, I just may get drunk enough to show you my boobs.
Or maybe just one.
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