Kelly Greene

Angry Girl Bio: A blog about how weird I am and why.

 

I went to 7 different high schools in 4 different states, not because I wanted to but because the adults in my life sucked. I registered my senior year in school as an abandoned child. I jumped out of an airplane at 23 because I had nothing  to lose and wasn't afraid to die. I met a stranger at the airport, rented a car, drove to Vegas and got very drunk for 4 days while I gambled all my money away. I had a baby when I was 18. I got divorced when I was 23 (right around that airplane jump). I lived in Tampa, Florida for 7 years. I've thrown things at people with the intent of hitting them in the head.  I have a Bachelor's degree. I have a Master's degree. I have 8  9 tattoos.

 I've given in to some of the anger I feel about the past;  it makes me creative. I kind of like it the tenacity it brings. Now that I'm older, educated, wiser I guess, the anger doesn't control me. I haven't jumped out of an airplane lately,  I quit drinking and running with scissors. I still might throw things though. 

 

I've also had the same best friend since I was 11 which is proof that people can like me for long periods of time.

 

I work out 7 days a week, probably as a result of my addictive personality. A student once posted that I taught him that no matter where you came from you can always change where you're going. I like that.

 

Mindful Parenting

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When I was One and Twenty

 My son is going to be 21 next month and I'm going to be sober for 5 years. Last night, at age 39, I was honored as one of fourteen teachers in my district as Teacher of the Year. On my 22nd birthday, I checked myself into a rehab program. At 23, I spent the night in jail the day before I moved to Florida. Three years later I graduated with a bachelor's degree. It's likely I wasn't sober for most of the 7 years I lived in Florida. By age 29, I had a master's degree and became a high school teacher....more

Talking to Your Kids About People Holding Cardboard Signs on Corners

Starting around November the number of people holding cardboard signs on the side of the road has increased in my area. I'm pretty good at ignoring people, but when I see them I'm quietly afraid they might try to jump in my car and demand I take them to a gas stationPeople with cardboard signs have always been around, like scenery.  I lived in Florida when my son was little and we would see them, standing, frowning, looking shabby and sad. We got pretty used to them and once around age 7, as I was driving through an intersection, my son said, "oh, another stupid homo."...more

Drunk Adults at Birthday Parties

I took one of my daughter's to a birthday party the other day in a part of town that reminded me of the 80s. The houses were probably built in the 70s, low ceilings, sunk in living room and linoleum.I  lived in a home like that until about 1988 when stucco really became a big deal and track homes and HOAs were the cool kid in town.So I drop my kid off after introducing myself to the parents. I'll be back in two hours. At a certain age it's okay to just drop your kid off. I don't like small talk....more
Oh I would have been judgmental x10.  27 point to you for leaving your child and not hovering ...more

People Holding Cardboard Signs

Starting around November the number of people holding cardboard signs on the side of the road has increased in my area. I'm pretty good at ignoring people, but when I see them I'm quietly afraid they might try to jump in my car and demand I take them to a gas station.People with cardboard signs have always been around, like scenery.  I lived in Florida when my son was little and we would see them, standing, frowning, looking shabby and sad. We got pretty used to them and once around age 7, as I was driving through an intersection, my son said, "oh, another stupid homo."...more

Another Blog about being a Parent

Today as I was driving back from picking Tyler up from the place he is living now, I had a frightening realization about our relationship....more

When it Rains

When I was seven or eight or some naive age, I gave my dad a picture I colored of a rainbow, some rain, and a few clouds. In my childish writing, over the rainbow I wrote, "When it rains, look for the rainbow." It said that because it was a song I was singing in the school choir so it was plastered to my psyche even though I had no idea what it meant. My dad knew what it meant and he started crying. I was pretty freaked out by seeing a man cry, especially my dad....more

Being 20

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Life, Love and Death

Last week I watched a friend's husband die on Facebook.  She posted that her husband, Eric, had a brain tumor, they were getting a second opinion, but if that came back the same, he would have surgery on January 6th. On January 6th there was a picture of them standing beside a hospital bed smiling and worried. Every few hours after there was an update. He was still in surgery. They were waiting to hear. Surgery was over. He's in ICU. There's a setback. He has a blood clot....more