5:45 - Husband gets up to go to the Y
6:10 - Wake up and get ready for work
6:55 - Leave for work
7:00 - Arrive at work
4:15 - Leave work
4:20 - Arrive at church to prepare for evening
5:00 - Leave church to eat
6:20 - Arrive at church for evening
10:30 - Leave church after choir and praise band practice
10:45 - Fall into bed after yet another marathon Wednesday
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Kaiani made today special
It is such a joyous special thing when a baby is born. It is even more special when that baby is going to have wonderful loving parents who will support it and train it up in the way it should go.
Kaiani was born this morning at 6:59 this morning. Her parents, friends and family have anxiously been awaiting her birth. Now she is finally here and we can see her, hold her, and love her in a more real way than we could before.
Today is special.
Kaiani was born this morning at 6:59 this morning. Her parents, friends and family have anxiously been awaiting her birth. Now she is finally here and we can see her, hold her, and love her in a more real way than we could before.
Today is special.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Forget it Friday
That is what the teachers call Friday in the spring. Forget it Friday. It's pretty bad when the students and the teachers are both counting down the days to summer. The good news is that the summer weather is giving me a wonderful peace about life right now. It is sad that I am so influenced by the seasons, but summer is just where I thrive. Bring on the heat!!!
On a darker note, I have been sort of sick all week and now my body has taken to wanting to hack up both of my lungs. So, here's to hoping that Mucus will not be my demise today.
Have a FABULOUS FORGET IT FRIDAY!
On a darker note, I have been sort of sick all week and now my body has taken to wanting to hack up both of my lungs. So, here's to hoping that Mucus will not be my demise today.
Have a FABULOUS FORGET IT FRIDAY!
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
waiting
I am waiting for someone to call me. I don't know when or if they will call. It is kind of like waiting for someone to call and let you know if you got the job or not. It may be a good thing for me to call. It may be pointless for me to call. Calling back may make me seem over interested.
Perhaps I should send an e-mail. Those are short and can be businesslike and formal. I don't know how to write a formal e-mail. Should I google it?
Waiting...
Perhaps I should send an e-mail. Those are short and can be businesslike and formal. I don't know how to write a formal e-mail. Should I google it?
Waiting...
Thursday, April 09, 2009
What do you do?
What do you do when you are a fifth grade boy whose second grade sister died last year of cancer, and a well meaning girl in your class asks if you know if your sister is in heaven or "down there?"
What do you do if the girl was well meaning, but said that your sister wasn't in heaven because she wasn't a Christian?
What do you tell your daughter if she was trying to talk with a classmate about God, but instead she said something that may have turned him off from Jesus for a long time?
Why do seven year old girls die of cancer?
Why do mothers of seven year old girls rely on fifth grade boys to cairry them through their grief?
Why do seven year old boys who need Jesus Love encounter well meaning fifth grade girls who say things that they don't understand.
What do you do? And Why
What do you do if the girl was well meaning, but said that your sister wasn't in heaven because she wasn't a Christian?
What do you tell your daughter if she was trying to talk with a classmate about God, but instead she said something that may have turned him off from Jesus for a long time?
Why do seven year old girls die of cancer?
Why do mothers of seven year old girls rely on fifth grade boys to cairry them through their grief?
Why do seven year old boys who need Jesus Love encounter well meaning fifth grade girls who say things that they don't understand.
What do you do? And Why
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Hai YA!
Today was the first annual RECORDER KARATI CLOSING CERIMONIES! I had all of the fourth grades in my classroom and I red off their names and their last belts recieved. Then we took pictures of the groupings of belts. Black had it's own picture.
Then the brown and red belts:
Finally the blue and purple belts:
It was a good time for the students to see who had done as well as they had, and also a good time to praise those students who went the extra mile to get their black belts. Students who recieved their black belts can play:
Hot Crossed Buns, Gently Sleep, Merrily We Roll Along, It's Raining, Old McDonald, O' when the Saints, Twinkle Twinkle, Amazing Grace, and Ode to Joy
Oh fourth graders, you have done me proud.
Then the brown and red belts:
Finally the blue and purple belts:
It was a good time for the students to see who had done as well as they had, and also a good time to praise those students who went the extra mile to get their black belts. Students who recieved their black belts can play:
Hot Crossed Buns, Gently Sleep, Merrily We Roll Along, It's Raining, Old McDonald, O' when the Saints, Twinkle Twinkle, Amazing Grace, and Ode to Joy
Oh fourth graders, you have done me proud.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Let up
I haven't posted in FOREVER sorry about that. The final countdown ended with an amazing trip to CA to visit friends. I got to spend lots of time with J and E and lots of time with the belly that is little baby H to come.
If I could sum up the trip in two words they would be Comfort and Yum. We had lots of comfortable fun just hanging out, walking, playing games, and watching movies with comfortable friends. We also ate A LOT of good food. I think I consumed my entire food ration for March in that one week. We ate everything from Japanese stake house, to the best sushi that I have ever had, to brazillian bar-b-cue, to Mexican market food. WOW... and we topped it off with a seven pound chocolate cake. Yah... the cake actually weighed seven pounds.
Then spring break was over and last week came and went with a whoosh. No kidding it was a wierd week both with the weather and with life. We started the week on Monday with a disasterous wind storm resulting in the loss of power for two and a half hours. Had a couple nice days and then ended the week with a 10 inch snow storm with 3-4 foot drifts. Two days after the snow storm it was 60 degrees and the snow has all melted.
The children responded to mother natures tricks with all of the following:
Dispondancy
Gregariousness
Disrespect
Slugishness
Hyper social tendencies
Some of those traits all happened at the same time in the same classes. It was not a bad week, it was a wierd week with lots of energy spent.
So I am hoping that this week will go a little steadier. Although Mother Nature is already sending us spinning on a hot/cold dance in which I would rather not partake.
If I could sum up the trip in two words they would be Comfort and Yum. We had lots of comfortable fun just hanging out, walking, playing games, and watching movies with comfortable friends. We also ate A LOT of good food. I think I consumed my entire food ration for March in that one week. We ate everything from Japanese stake house, to the best sushi that I have ever had, to brazillian bar-b-cue, to Mexican market food. WOW... and we topped it off with a seven pound chocolate cake. Yah... the cake actually weighed seven pounds.
Then spring break was over and last week came and went with a whoosh. No kidding it was a wierd week both with the weather and with life. We started the week on Monday with a disasterous wind storm resulting in the loss of power for two and a half hours. Had a couple nice days and then ended the week with a 10 inch snow storm with 3-4 foot drifts. Two days after the snow storm it was 60 degrees and the snow has all melted.
The children responded to mother natures tricks with all of the following:
Dispondancy
Gregariousness
Disrespect
Slugishness
Hyper social tendencies
Some of those traits all happened at the same time in the same classes. It was not a bad week, it was a wierd week with lots of energy spent.
So I am hoping that this week will go a little steadier. Although Mother Nature is already sending us spinning on a hot/cold dance in which I would rather not partake.
Friday, March 13, 2009
The Final Countdown
Disclaimer: You should not read this if you have something better to do. Um... you don't even have to read this one if you have something worse to do. It isn't that good.
WOW,
So I have been in this "final countdown" for officially 25 days. That is the number that I actually started with when I wrote down the dates on the calendar. That is the day when I felt it appropriate to actually number the days. The actual time span has been more like 60 days... but I didn't want to put myself under that kind of suspense.
This is the final countdown to spring break 2009. Most people associate spring break with relaxation, cleaning, partying, road trips, and many other things. For me this year means spring break with J. and E. out in California. E. will be 8 months pregnant when we see them, so I expect I will be spending a significant time watching "the belly" move by itself.
Anyway I wanted to say that I haven't counted down to anything since the wedding, but that would be a lie. I tend to count down to a lot of things in my life. I counted down to KMEA when I got to go to W and spend time refreshing my personal and social life.
I counted down to the work day that I had last Friday so that I could actually get my fifth grade program choreographed and finished.
After spring break I will be counting down to May 22, which is the work day at the end of the year. Lord knows that will be a difficult countdown. I may just have to number that one on the good old planner so that I don't have to re-count it every week.
Sometimes I try to get myself to stop counting down. I don't think it is good for me to be looking ahead all of the time. I have goals that I am going to live in the present. I actually have done a pretty good job of living in the present at school this year. I lived in the present so much that the first 9 weeks of second semester flew by. I just need to figure out how to do that again.
Well... this post is pretty much boring for anyone who read it... there were no anecdotes or interesting stories... just little things about my thought processing for life.
I think I will go back to the beginning and put a disclaimer.
WOW,
So I have been in this "final countdown" for officially 25 days. That is the number that I actually started with when I wrote down the dates on the calendar. That is the day when I felt it appropriate to actually number the days. The actual time span has been more like 60 days... but I didn't want to put myself under that kind of suspense.
This is the final countdown to spring break 2009. Most people associate spring break with relaxation, cleaning, partying, road trips, and many other things. For me this year means spring break with J. and E. out in California. E. will be 8 months pregnant when we see them, so I expect I will be spending a significant time watching "the belly" move by itself.
Anyway I wanted to say that I haven't counted down to anything since the wedding, but that would be a lie. I tend to count down to a lot of things in my life. I counted down to KMEA when I got to go to W and spend time refreshing my personal and social life.
I counted down to the work day that I had last Friday so that I could actually get my fifth grade program choreographed and finished.
After spring break I will be counting down to May 22, which is the work day at the end of the year. Lord knows that will be a difficult countdown. I may just have to number that one on the good old planner so that I don't have to re-count it every week.
Sometimes I try to get myself to stop counting down. I don't think it is good for me to be looking ahead all of the time. I have goals that I am going to live in the present. I actually have done a pretty good job of living in the present at school this year. I lived in the present so much that the first 9 weeks of second semester flew by. I just need to figure out how to do that again.
Well... this post is pretty much boring for anyone who read it... there were no anecdotes or interesting stories... just little things about my thought processing for life.
I think I will go back to the beginning and put a disclaimer.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Oh the storm before the calm
Wow,
I really am feeling the need to post right now. So I will even though I have a ton of other stuff to do.
First of all... updates on the week. Last night I had a meeting at church. These meetings are only supposed to last 2 hours, but we are lucky if we get by with 3. Last night was no exception. Husband started texting me at 8:30 and continued to demand that I come home till I walked in the door at 9:30. I ate and went to bed. Not so much an exciting evening.
Tonight are my first and second grade programs. As usual the children are pulling out all of the stops at the last moment. I really hope that I didn't overshoot the peak of their performance by one practice. That would be a REAL SHAME since this is kind of like my state assessment.
Speaking of state assessments... we started them today. The quiet signs will be up in the hall ways for the next month or so. My schedule will be overturned. The children will be rambunctious. Time for all of the movement lessons I can come up with.
So tonight is full. Tomorrow I have Choir which should go alright....
(time laps of two days)
So... I don't normally start posts and finish them two days later, but today I did... or rather two days I did. Anyway...
Choir did not go as alright as I had hoped. Some of the songs are just about ready, and some are, well, in need of some shock therapy. I need to say some shocking things to get these people moving. There was something else that happened after Choir that dampened my spirits. Just some "advice" about choosing music that I don't really know how to take. It seems that the music that I have been choosing is too difficult and artful. It makes them sound "classical."
Well, excuse me for raising the bar on musicianship.
Ahem... That's all.
Today is my first night off from everything. I think I am going to try to get my hair did. It is in need of a trim and some root attention.
Two more days and then we fly. The calm can finally come. This week is almost through. WAHOO!
I really am feeling the need to post right now. So I will even though I have a ton of other stuff to do.
First of all... updates on the week. Last night I had a meeting at church. These meetings are only supposed to last 2 hours, but we are lucky if we get by with 3. Last night was no exception. Husband started texting me at 8:30 and continued to demand that I come home till I walked in the door at 9:30. I ate and went to bed. Not so much an exciting evening.
Tonight are my first and second grade programs. As usual the children are pulling out all of the stops at the last moment. I really hope that I didn't overshoot the peak of their performance by one practice. That would be a REAL SHAME since this is kind of like my state assessment.
Speaking of state assessments... we started them today. The quiet signs will be up in the hall ways for the next month or so. My schedule will be overturned. The children will be rambunctious. Time for all of the movement lessons I can come up with.
So tonight is full. Tomorrow I have Choir which should go alright....
(time laps of two days)
So... I don't normally start posts and finish them two days later, but today I did... or rather two days I did. Anyway...
Choir did not go as alright as I had hoped. Some of the songs are just about ready, and some are, well, in need of some shock therapy. I need to say some shocking things to get these people moving. There was something else that happened after Choir that dampened my spirits. Just some "advice" about choosing music that I don't really know how to take. It seems that the music that I have been choosing is too difficult and artful. It makes them sound "classical."
Well, excuse me for raising the bar on musicianship.
Ahem... That's all.
Today is my first night off from everything. I think I am going to try to get my hair did. It is in need of a trim and some root attention.
Two more days and then we fly. The calm can finally come. This week is almost through. WAHOO!
Thursday, March 05, 2009
KMEA and the madness that is life
So.... I was at KMEA last weekend. It made my week short, but short weeks are always so fast, and I never get to write when I want to.
Then KMEA happened, and it was a wonderful time to gather new materials and re-charge my batteries. I danced. I sang. I watched teachers use smart boards like professionals. I even talked with a first year teacher who looked like she was about to pass out right there on scene. I remember that feeling. The feeling that if you are pushed one more inch that you will crumble like a dried up Gumby. I assured her that it will get better. SO much better.
Then this week came, and it is the last week of third quarter so I am grading like a mad fiend.
So much for posting more often.
Then KMEA happened, and it was a wonderful time to gather new materials and re-charge my batteries. I danced. I sang. I watched teachers use smart boards like professionals. I even talked with a first year teacher who looked like she was about to pass out right there on scene. I remember that feeling. The feeling that if you are pushed one more inch that you will crumble like a dried up Gumby. I assured her that it will get better. SO much better.
Then this week came, and it is the last week of third quarter so I am grading like a mad fiend.
So much for posting more often.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
My Dreams
Well...
For the past few nights I have been having very vivid dreams... Dreams that are somewhat disturbing in different ways. Don't be alarmed by the darkness or the brightness of these dreams... I think it is just my mind reacting to the hustle and bustle that is my life as of now.
Last week, I had the dream that I was in one of my childhood friend's homes for a reunion of some sort. I had to use the bathroom... So I was directed down to the basement. That wasn't a big surprise since I spent most of my time with this friend in her room in the basement. But then I was told, "not that basement, the second basement." Yes I did climb down stars that led me to a basement under the basement which was a HUGE workshop of some sort. There were car jacks and wood working tools and the such. I looked and looked for the toilet... Couldn't find one. Finally I spotted a Urinal under the work bench. Are you serious??? You ask. Oh yes. I am going to end the dream there because it did not end well. Lets just say that the getting under the bench to actually try to use the urinal didn't go so well and that coupled with my friend's dad walking in on me getting ready to use the urinal...
I am so glad that it was a dream.
Ok ready for the next one?
So I am back in the burrow at schfirn's and I am studying or something on the futon in my living room. Suddenly I hear this creepy noise. I went back into my bedroom, and there on the windowsill that didn't exist in real life was a spider the size of ... well the body of the spider was about the size of a tennis ball and then add the legs. So I ran to the kitchen to get "the spray." now this spray actually exists in real life because I can't stand smashing spiders, but I will not live with them around so I have attack spider can o' spray. (aka bug be gone or something of that sort) So I go back and completely attack the huge creature. He then crawled behind the couch which was under the window. I heard him inching across the floor and when he emerged from underneath the couch, he had grown to the size of a human skull. He even had skull like markings. There was no choice for me. I stepped on him and he popped like a balloon full of goo. It must have been traumatic because the popping of grossness woke me up.
I am so glad it was a dream.
Ok... Last one....
I am in my old church in childhood town and I am aware that I have indeed been teaching for a year. Something has happened with my college requirements and I have to do another recital. This one is called a "Life Recital." My faithful piano player is there to help me. I am getting ready thinking... "Well, how hard can it be. I have already done it once. If they are going to make me do another recital, I will just use all of the music from the first one." I am getting ready to go into the sanctuary to perform and I see CA friends J and E there with new baby. (who isn't born yet in real life) I also see many other people from my lifetime. They are beckoning for me to come in. I don't even know what the program says is my first song. I found a program and the titles are something as follows.
"The old black pig."
"There's a hole in the bucket."
"Rooster Rooster Where Are You?"
These are not songs that I know (with the exception of hole in the bucket) but they are expecting me to teach the audience like I teach my little kids. Then in the next section there are all language songs by famous composers, but I don't know the words to the songs. The last section is English songs, but again they are songs the I may have heard once but have never done.
I peak into the sanctuary and the Guitar player accompanist sees me and starts to play the intro music. (Yah I had intro music from a beachy bumming looking guitar player accompanist) I freaked out and took off. The only thing that I could keep thinking was, "Now I won't be able to see my friends because I could never face them after that."
I am so glad it was a dream.
For the past few nights I have been having very vivid dreams... Dreams that are somewhat disturbing in different ways. Don't be alarmed by the darkness or the brightness of these dreams... I think it is just my mind reacting to the hustle and bustle that is my life as of now.
Last week, I had the dream that I was in one of my childhood friend's homes for a reunion of some sort. I had to use the bathroom... So I was directed down to the basement. That wasn't a big surprise since I spent most of my time with this friend in her room in the basement. But then I was told, "not that basement, the second basement." Yes I did climb down stars that led me to a basement under the basement which was a HUGE workshop of some sort. There were car jacks and wood working tools and the such. I looked and looked for the toilet... Couldn't find one. Finally I spotted a Urinal under the work bench. Are you serious??? You ask. Oh yes. I am going to end the dream there because it did not end well. Lets just say that the getting under the bench to actually try to use the urinal didn't go so well and that coupled with my friend's dad walking in on me getting ready to use the urinal...
I am so glad that it was a dream.
Ok ready for the next one?
So I am back in the burrow at schfirn's and I am studying or something on the futon in my living room. Suddenly I hear this creepy noise. I went back into my bedroom, and there on the windowsill that didn't exist in real life was a spider the size of ... well the body of the spider was about the size of a tennis ball and then add the legs. So I ran to the kitchen to get "the spray." now this spray actually exists in real life because I can't stand smashing spiders, but I will not live with them around so I have attack spider can o' spray. (aka bug be gone or something of that sort) So I go back and completely attack the huge creature. He then crawled behind the couch which was under the window. I heard him inching across the floor and when he emerged from underneath the couch, he had grown to the size of a human skull. He even had skull like markings. There was no choice for me. I stepped on him and he popped like a balloon full of goo. It must have been traumatic because the popping of grossness woke me up.
I am so glad it was a dream.
Ok... Last one....
I am in my old church in childhood town and I am aware that I have indeed been teaching for a year. Something has happened with my college requirements and I have to do another recital. This one is called a "Life Recital." My faithful piano player is there to help me. I am getting ready thinking... "Well, how hard can it be. I have already done it once. If they are going to make me do another recital, I will just use all of the music from the first one." I am getting ready to go into the sanctuary to perform and I see CA friends J and E there with new baby. (who isn't born yet in real life) I also see many other people from my lifetime. They are beckoning for me to come in. I don't even know what the program says is my first song. I found a program and the titles are something as follows.
"The old black pig."
"There's a hole in the bucket."
"Rooster Rooster Where Are You?"
These are not songs that I know (with the exception of hole in the bucket) but they are expecting me to teach the audience like I teach my little kids. Then in the next section there are all language songs by famous composers, but I don't know the words to the songs. The last section is English songs, but again they are songs the I may have heard once but have never done.
I peak into the sanctuary and the Guitar player accompanist sees me and starts to play the intro music. (Yah I had intro music from a beachy bumming looking guitar player accompanist) I freaked out and took off. The only thing that I could keep thinking was, "Now I won't be able to see my friends because I could never face them after that."
I am so glad it was a dream.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Dill
Isn’t it wonderful what a morning that feels like spring can do for you? This morning truly felt like spring. It was fresh… there was dew… there were birds singing… the sun was shooting beautiful rays over the horizon behind the school building. Ahhhh….
It may also feel like spring because I have all of the fans in my classroom on full blast. I have clean linen air freshener swirling around, and my door is propped open. This may seem like a freshness blast, but let me assure you that it is necessary. You see I am getting ready to do a stomp/blue man group HUGE ordeal with my fifth graders, and I have had the lunch ladies at all of the schools collecting buckets for me. Well… the good news is that the buckets are great big pretty green buckets, and I am getting them for free. Bad news is that they are the buckets that the pickles come in. So… my classroom smells like pickles. A LOT. Thirteen five-gallon buckets of pickles a lot.
I keep telling myself that it is worth it. I don’t mind the smell… The kids aren’t so hot on it though. They keep asking me, “Mrs. Music, why does your room smell like salad?”
It may also feel like spring because I have all of the fans in my classroom on full blast. I have clean linen air freshener swirling around, and my door is propped open. This may seem like a freshness blast, but let me assure you that it is necessary. You see I am getting ready to do a stomp/blue man group HUGE ordeal with my fifth graders, and I have had the lunch ladies at all of the schools collecting buckets for me. Well… the good news is that the buckets are great big pretty green buckets, and I am getting them for free. Bad news is that they are the buckets that the pickles come in. So… my classroom smells like pickles. A LOT. Thirteen five-gallon buckets of pickles a lot.
I keep telling myself that it is worth it. I don’t mind the smell… The kids aren’t so hot on it though. They keep asking me, “Mrs. Music, why does your room smell like salad?”
Friday, February 20, 2009
more up beat
So...
My last post was a little depressing. But that is just how life was at that time. Things are a little better now. I actually had a good day yesterday, and I am hoping for the same today. I don't think that the students were any less crazy, I just think that God was giving me extra peace and patience.
Yesterday I got back after working out at the YMCA. I made an easy to throw together supper. We read magazines and watched Greys anatomy. Then we skyped with Justin and Elise. Yesterday was good.
We went to sleep last night and WHOOT today is Friday. What more could I ask for?
Well... I think that I am going to go be productive.
See Ya Later
My last post was a little depressing. But that is just how life was at that time. Things are a little better now. I actually had a good day yesterday, and I am hoping for the same today. I don't think that the students were any less crazy, I just think that God was giving me extra peace and patience.
Yesterday I got back after working out at the YMCA. I made an easy to throw together supper. We read magazines and watched Greys anatomy. Then we skyped with Justin and Elise. Yesterday was good.
We went to sleep last night and WHOOT today is Friday. What more could I ask for?
Well... I think that I am going to go be productive.
See Ya Later
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Sap
I love the analogy of "having one's strength sapped out of her." It is one of those phrases that I used to read in books and picture how it could happen. This year I am experiencing this first hand. I don't really want to talk about it, but all that I know is that I am going to need some prayer to make it through Tuesday, Thursday and every other Friday without having a nervous breakdown.
Yesterday after school I just sat... and stared... at the desert scene on my computer screen. And sat. And sat. A student came in to practice piano... All I did was sit. I didn't really talk to him or his brother and sister... They did their homework, and I sat.
So it is a Wednesday. I am swimming after school. I have choir practice after that. Long day, little strength. I am hoping that because this is a Wednesday I will have a little more peace of mind.
Here's a question for you. Can you approximate the age that you learned how to use a glue stick? When did you learn to put the glue on the smaller piece of paper that you were sticking to the bigger piece of paper, rather than all over the big piece of paper and then approximating the placement of the smaller piece?
I have third graders who don't know how to glue. I have flip books that don't flip because all of the pages are glued together. I have third graders after an entire unit on the brass instruments who can't tell the difference between the trumpet and the trombone. Slide kids... Slide.
Well... That's enough of my sad song. Sorry that this was not quite up beat. I just knew I needed to post so that the records of my life would not go by the way side.
Yesterday after school I just sat... and stared... at the desert scene on my computer screen. And sat. And sat. A student came in to practice piano... All I did was sit. I didn't really talk to him or his brother and sister... They did their homework, and I sat.
So it is a Wednesday. I am swimming after school. I have choir practice after that. Long day, little strength. I am hoping that because this is a Wednesday I will have a little more peace of mind.
Here's a question for you. Can you approximate the age that you learned how to use a glue stick? When did you learn to put the glue on the smaller piece of paper that you were sticking to the bigger piece of paper, rather than all over the big piece of paper and then approximating the placement of the smaller piece?
I have third graders who don't know how to glue. I have flip books that don't flip because all of the pages are glued together. I have third graders after an entire unit on the brass instruments who can't tell the difference between the trumpet and the trombone. Slide kids... Slide.
Well... That's enough of my sad song. Sorry that this was not quite up beat. I just knew I needed to post so that the records of my life would not go by the way side.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Saturday
So, This Saturday was Valentine's day. It was a nice day. We got up and worked out then came home and finally caught up on American Idol. After that we ate lunch and played some card games and finally wound up at the mall to watch a movie. This must have been the popular idea for V-day because I have never seen that place so crowded.
Last year we didn't get to spend V-day together because of conferences so it was nice to have the day. I got Husband our traditional DQ cake... delicious.
We are beginning to settle into a new tradition on Saturday that can be summarized in two words, "Car Talk."
No seriously... I am a fan. Those guys are so smart an so funny. I would highly recommend it.
That's it for Monday.
Last year we didn't get to spend V-day together because of conferences so it was nice to have the day. I got Husband our traditional DQ cake... delicious.
We are beginning to settle into a new tradition on Saturday that can be summarized in two words, "Car Talk."
No seriously... I am a fan. Those guys are so smart an so funny. I would highly recommend it.
That's it for Monday.
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
From Elvis to Williams
Well,
I can tell it is spring semester. There is always so much more to do. I post less, and I pray for spring more.
January's musician of the month was Elvis, and February's is John Williams. The kids keep asking me which actor he was because I have a board of info up about him. I keep saying, he was not an actor he wrote the music for these movies.
I just spent 10 minutes doing research to convince a student that he never appeared in any of the jurassic park movies.
If I am wrong PLEASE let me know before I enter into this conversation with fifth grade boy who is so sure that he was in the first film...
That's all.
I can tell it is spring semester. There is always so much more to do. I post less, and I pray for spring more.
January's musician of the month was Elvis, and February's is John Williams. The kids keep asking me which actor he was because I have a board of info up about him. I keep saying, he was not an actor he wrote the music for these movies.
I just spent 10 minutes doing research to convince a student that he never appeared in any of the jurassic park movies.
If I am wrong PLEASE let me know before I enter into this conversation with fifth grade boy who is so sure that he was in the first film...
That's all.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Not much to say
Hi,
Don't have much to say...
It's January 21st... just about time for spring fever to set in. I am the kind of person who gets spring fever just after new years and am a crab about the weather until May.
I should move to a warmer climate. Somewhere with a beach... sand, water, 90 degrees, and a light breeze. Ahhhhh Perfect
Yes... 90, not 75 or 80 but 85-90. Some like it hot. I like it hot.
Not January. Not the middle of the middle of the US in January.
At least I don't live in Fairbanks Alaska.
The end.
Don't have much to say...
It's January 21st... just about time for spring fever to set in. I am the kind of person who gets spring fever just after new years and am a crab about the weather until May.
I should move to a warmer climate. Somewhere with a beach... sand, water, 90 degrees, and a light breeze. Ahhhhh Perfect
Yes... 90, not 75 or 80 but 85-90. Some like it hot. I like it hot.
Not January. Not the middle of the middle of the US in January.
At least I don't live in Fairbanks Alaska.
The end.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Goals: To Do List
I don't know why in January I have so much to do. I feel like I am working so hard at both of my jobs... and I get nothing on my to do list done. Well, I guess that I get things done, but I really want to completely get everything on the list done.
One thing on my to do list is to get back in shape, and I know that this will take a little while since I have been a slacker for about 3 cold outside months now. Husband and I started working out again last week, and we are going strong on our second week. My old ankle injury is flaring, so that is the pits but other than that I am doing alright. I had some extra inspiration yesterday. I got to see one of the ladies who started working out the same time I did at the Y in the fall of 2007 when Room Mate and I got memberships. Since then I promise you it looks like she is half of the person that she was. In a good way... not in a "her soul is melting away" way. I envy her ability to slim... I can not slim. My body won't do it. I can tone, but not slim. Sadness.
Anyway... she inspired me to tone again. Perhaps I can tone, choose next season's choral music, program and choriograph three school programs, finally get the Christmas laundry done, write another grant, finish my lesson plans, and not stress, perhaps the list is achievable.
Heaven only knows.
One thing on my to do list is to get back in shape, and I know that this will take a little while since I have been a slacker for about 3 cold outside months now. Husband and I started working out again last week, and we are going strong on our second week. My old ankle injury is flaring, so that is the pits but other than that I am doing alright. I had some extra inspiration yesterday. I got to see one of the ladies who started working out the same time I did at the Y in the fall of 2007 when Room Mate and I got memberships. Since then I promise you it looks like she is half of the person that she was. In a good way... not in a "her soul is melting away" way. I envy her ability to slim... I can not slim. My body won't do it. I can tone, but not slim. Sadness.
Anyway... she inspired me to tone again. Perhaps I can tone, choose next season's choral music, program and choriograph three school programs, finally get the Christmas laundry done, write another grant, finish my lesson plans, and not stress, perhaps the list is achievable.
Heaven only knows.
Friday, January 09, 2009
Crookshanks
So...
This happened to me a long time ago, but I just remembered it so I thought I would tell the story.
The night of the 22nd of December I was in W. to see friends. We ate a lovely pre-Christmas dinner of Cornish Hens, which I helped skin and get ready to cook. It was quite the job, but it was fun. Anyway... I stayed in W till late and then drove back to my home town to sleep for an hour before driving back half way to W to get my Grandparents from the train.
Dad and I set down for a short winter's nap before we left... during which I kept listening to him stop breathing while sleeping. He needs to get that checked. Anyway... then we woke up and set off for the train station. We got there early and got doughnuts and tried to play the spoons game that LT taught me in college. Sadly enough the doughnut shop changed their caliber of spoon, so it did not work.
We got to the train station at about 3:00 AM. (yes, am) and waited. There was a great assortment of people waiting for the west bound train. One person in particular intrigued me. He was tall with a big build. He wore business clothes that looked some what old fashioned and a cap like Professor Doug and all old man golfers wear.
The train pulled in to load and the private cars boarded first. "Crookshanks... Mr. Crookshanks" the train man called out. And forward stepped the gentleman I had been observing. He silently smiled at the man who took his one bag and boarded the train.
If Hermione's cat came to life I wouldn't have expected him to look like this guy. But now, every time I hear or read about Crookshanks the cat, I will remember that man who got on the train station the night we picked up my grand parents.
BONUS!!! Holy this is funny... Just You Tube anything on Hermoine and you get all of these little teen made videos about her being in love with the actor who plays Harry Potter... SO FUNNY!!!
This happened to me a long time ago, but I just remembered it so I thought I would tell the story.
The night of the 22nd of December I was in W. to see friends. We ate a lovely pre-Christmas dinner of Cornish Hens, which I helped skin and get ready to cook. It was quite the job, but it was fun. Anyway... I stayed in W till late and then drove back to my home town to sleep for an hour before driving back half way to W to get my Grandparents from the train.
Dad and I set down for a short winter's nap before we left... during which I kept listening to him stop breathing while sleeping. He needs to get that checked. Anyway... then we woke up and set off for the train station. We got there early and got doughnuts and tried to play the spoons game that LT taught me in college. Sadly enough the doughnut shop changed their caliber of spoon, so it did not work.
We got to the train station at about 3:00 AM. (yes, am) and waited. There was a great assortment of people waiting for the west bound train. One person in particular intrigued me. He was tall with a big build. He wore business clothes that looked some what old fashioned and a cap like Professor Doug and all old man golfers wear.
The train pulled in to load and the private cars boarded first. "Crookshanks... Mr. Crookshanks" the train man called out. And forward stepped the gentleman I had been observing. He silently smiled at the man who took his one bag and boarded the train.
If Hermione's cat came to life I wouldn't have expected him to look like this guy. But now, every time I hear or read about Crookshanks the cat, I will remember that man who got on the train station the night we picked up my grand parents.
BONUS!!! Holy this is funny... Just You Tube anything on Hermoine and you get all of these little teen made videos about her being in love with the actor who plays Harry Potter... SO FUNNY!!!
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
Posting for the sake of posting
I hate to post for the sake of posting, and I didn't post at all over the holidays. I fully intended to post over the holidays, but instead I took the time to do the hobbies that I like to do that take a little extra time like, Crochet, Jewelery making, and Wrapping many gifts. I do have some stellar earrings and necklace on right now as proof of my vacation achievements.
My computer's connection is being wonky, so I won't write much... but I did do something cool on Sunday.
Husband and I went to W to a starving artist art show. It was an artist guild that was having a huge get rid of all of our practice paintings and the such sale. We needed art for our apartment and for Husband's new office so we bought art like God intended. (in bulk)
We got four paintings. Three for home and one for work. I like them a lot. I almost got taken out by a women with fake blond hair and a short temper when I looked at the painting that she had just set down. I thought... she set it down... she must not want it. Oh contrare mon frair (or however you spell that). She wanted her painting and she was willing to glare daggers at me to get it back.
I oopsed and then politely bowed out. I wanted to tell her to back off and go back to Kindergarten where kids learn that it's not ok to be rude.
All of the other people were pretty nice. I even saw a news paper man interviewing an eight year old boy about his art interests. He was super cute while talking about the perspective in paintings and his love for impressionists. (in not so many words)
All in all it was a successful venture into the world of art.
My computer's connection is being wonky, so I won't write much... but I did do something cool on Sunday.
Husband and I went to W to a starving artist art show. It was an artist guild that was having a huge get rid of all of our practice paintings and the such sale. We needed art for our apartment and for Husband's new office so we bought art like God intended. (in bulk)
We got four paintings. Three for home and one for work. I like them a lot. I almost got taken out by a women with fake blond hair and a short temper when I looked at the painting that she had just set down. I thought... she set it down... she must not want it. Oh contrare mon frair (or however you spell that). She wanted her painting and she was willing to glare daggers at me to get it back.
I oopsed and then politely bowed out. I wanted to tell her to back off and go back to Kindergarten where kids learn that it's not ok to be rude.
All of the other people were pretty nice. I even saw a news paper man interviewing an eight year old boy about his art interests. He was super cute while talking about the perspective in paintings and his love for impressionists. (in not so many words)
All in all it was a successful venture into the world of art.
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