I have never considered myself as the adventurous type. I don't feel the need for speed. I don't ride rollercoasters. I have never flown because I have a phobia to heights and falling. But for some strange reason, a couple of summers ago, I allowed my family to talk me into ziplining. I knew I had messed up before the first run. I was totally uncomfortable with the walk up to the jumping off platform. We had to walk up an incline on 2x4s holding on to a rope handrail; it was very shaky. It put a whole new spin on the swinging bridge!
There were 5 runs total. Of course, I was the last one to jump in our group. It was the scariest thing that I have ever done. Then to add to my overwhelming sense of fear, just as I am about to jump...some lady screams out, "Oh, look, there's a squirrel!" Now, I am a country girl and I know quite a bit about squirrels. I know that they can actually leap from tree to tree. I know that they have long sharp teeth and claws. So here I am, whizzing through the woods on the zipline, and praying that the loose squirrel doesn't decide to jump as I am going by and land on my face! Now, wouldn't that be a sight? It would be worse than Ray Steven's song about the day the squirrel got loose at the First Righteous Church.
I survived the zipline experience, but whenever someone suggests ziplining around me, I just say, "Been there and done that!" Although, I usually don't like taking risk, I do surprise myself at times. I took a doula training and attended a birth where I actually cut the cord! I did an impromptu comedy act in front of an audience where I just ad-libbed my lines. I recently signed up for zumba classes and very much enjoyed it. I also took the A-Z Challenge and wrote my way through the alphabet during this month (April). I loved it! I appreciate the comments that were left and the new blogging friends made along the way. Everyone keep writing and telling your stories!
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
Your Royal Couple: Prince William, The Duke of Cambridge and Princess Catherine, Her Royal Highness, The Duchess of Cambridge
I really hope this couple will make it together. They seem so much in love with one another. I thought it was absolutely precious that Prince William would tell his beloved bride, "I'm so happy." I wish The Royal Couple happiness in all of their days together. I hope people will just let them live their life and let them have peace. Hopefully, after what happened to Princess Di, lessons were learned. Princess Kate is so beautiful. It is really a fairytale come true!
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Xs and Exlax
Xs: X-boyfriends, X-husbands, X-friends and Exlax....Xs and Exlax; get the connection?
Ok, I admit that I was grasping with this one!
Ok, I admit that I was grasping with this one!
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Weddings
Today is Wednesday and 'W' day. My topic for the day is weddings. If anyone has turned on their television at all this week, likely, you have heard some wedding talk of at least one upcoming wedding, The Royal Wedding! Many people are very excited about witnessing the exchanging of the vows between Prince William and Kate. Many are wondering about the wedding dress and the designer. How exquisite will the bridal bouquet be? Who will be in attendance? I plan to record the entire wedding. Then there are others who are simply bored with all of the wedding details and will be glad when it is all over.
I have another wedding to soon think about and plan. My daughter recently became engaged and wants to marry within the next year. As soon as I get out of school, she and I will start planning, looking, trying on dresses, and spending lots of money. Before she can set the date, we have to find a wedding venue that has an open date. Then there's The DRESS. It has to be perfect. Will she go more traditional or contemporary? We will need to book the wedding photographer and videographer. The reception (my favorite part) will have to be planned and booked. So much to do! One thing I do know, no matter what style of wedding or where it is held, it will be beautiful. My daughter is so beautiful. Her smile can light up a room. Love is a beautiful thing that God himself created. I pray that my daughter and future son-in-law are blessed with a love that only grows more beautiful with the passing of time.
Now, I have a question for all of you bloggers out there: will you be watching The Royal Wedding?
I have another wedding to soon think about and plan. My daughter recently became engaged and wants to marry within the next year. As soon as I get out of school, she and I will start planning, looking, trying on dresses, and spending lots of money. Before she can set the date, we have to find a wedding venue that has an open date. Then there's The DRESS. It has to be perfect. Will she go more traditional or contemporary? We will need to book the wedding photographer and videographer. The reception (my favorite part) will have to be planned and booked. So much to do! One thing I do know, no matter what style of wedding or where it is held, it will be beautiful. My daughter is so beautiful. Her smile can light up a room. Love is a beautiful thing that God himself created. I pray that my daughter and future son-in-law are blessed with a love that only grows more beautiful with the passing of time.
Now, I have a question for all of you bloggers out there: will you be watching The Royal Wedding?
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
V...is for Virile
I have been recognizing lately that my son is not looking much like a little boy these days. He is taking on the features of a young man.
Recently, my son came home telling about an incident that occurred during gym class. The girls' coach was playing basketball with the boys. Evidently, the game had become'heated'. My son and the coach went up simultaneously vying for possession of the ball. Intentionally or inadvertently, my son pushed the coach. The coach became agitated and told him "to stop pushing".
I guess if you're going to play with the big boys, you'd better be wearing your 'big boy' boxers!
Recently, my son came home telling about an incident that occurred during gym class. The girls' coach was playing basketball with the boys. Evidently, the game had become'heated'. My son and the coach went up simultaneously vying for possession of the ball. Intentionally or inadvertently, my son pushed the coach. The coach became agitated and told him "to stop pushing".
I guess if you're going to play with the big boys, you'd better be wearing your 'big boy' boxers!
Monday, April 25, 2011
Unsaid Goodbyes
On Easter Sunday, my husband got a call that one of our friends was in the hospital and not expected to make it. The doctors only thought he had a few days left. We were six hours away visiting family. We left earlier than planned with intentions of getting back home in time to visit Mike before he passed. He died early Monday morning around 2 a.m. We were too late to say our last goodbye.
Life is short and uncertain. None of us really know when our last goodbye is really the final one. We get up in the morning and think that we have our entire day mapped out, when in fact, we have no control over our fate at all.
The Bible compares our life to a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes. But, as we celebrated Easter yesterday, Jesus gave us all hope over death for those who call upon him and trust in him as their personal saviour.
I am sorry, Mike, that I didn't get to say goodbye to you today. I do plan to say hello to you again someday in a home where we never have to say goodbye. Rest in Peace, Mike B., 4-25-11.
Life is short and uncertain. None of us really know when our last goodbye is really the final one. We get up in the morning and think that we have our entire day mapped out, when in fact, we have no control over our fate at all.
The Bible compares our life to a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes. But, as we celebrated Easter yesterday, Jesus gave us all hope over death for those who call upon him and trust in him as their personal saviour.
I am sorry, Mike, that I didn't get to say goodbye to you today. I do plan to say hello to you again someday in a home where we never have to say goodbye. Rest in Peace, Mike B., 4-25-11.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Traveling and Texting
Please, just don't do it. If you feel you must text or talk on the phone while traveling, please just pull over. Accidents can happen so quickly. I know we would all feel so horrible if someone lost their life because of a bad judgment call that we made. My family is out there on those roads, so please don't text or talk on the phone while you drive, and I will extend the same courtesy to you. Have a safe and blessed Easter weekend.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
S....is for STOP making out in front of the children!
I really didn't know what I was going to blog about today, and then I saw two high school kids making out while waiting to load the bus. Today was one of those special days at school. The elementary and middle school students loaded the bus and traveled the short route to the high school to watch a performance of a musical called "Ever After". After the show, the youngest of the students were loaded onto the buses and taken back to the elementary, but the middle school students stayed at the high school to load the buses. I was standing with my students outside until they were on the buses. The high school students come out of the building to wait for the buses. A group of teachers are discussing the two high school kids who are wrapped together like a pig in a blanket. "Maybe they are just trying to stay warm," one of the teachers commented. It was a chilly afternoon. No, I don't think so. I look over and the young lady is kissing on the guy's neck. How far is all of this going to go? I mean there are people EVERYWHERE! Hello! Finally, a high school teacher goes over and breaks up the love fest. It turns out the couple are expectant parents. I understand why!
Whatever happened to modesty among our young people? There are some things that are better kept behind closed doors. Parents may be concerned about sex education being offered in public schools....FYI...be concerned with whom your children associate and hang out with. Your child may get an education with your next door teenager. Our music, dance, television shows (including cartoons), and internet all encourage a sexually exploited world among our youth. I ask who is responsible for this? How did this happen? Maybe as adults, we have failed to teach our children modesty.
Whatever happened to modesty among our young people? There are some things that are better kept behind closed doors. Parents may be concerned about sex education being offered in public schools....FYI...be concerned with whom your children associate and hang out with. Your child may get an education with your next door teenager. Our music, dance, television shows (including cartoons), and internet all encourage a sexually exploited world among our youth. I ask who is responsible for this? How did this happen? Maybe as adults, we have failed to teach our children modesty.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Resurrection Eggs
Thinking of what to write for 'R', and I glance at the bowl of Easter eggs on my table. They are Resurrection Eggs. Each egg represents something about the Easter story. I will give you a quick run-down:
mint green egg: holds a die. The soldiers gambled at the foot of the cross for Jesus' clothes.
lilac egg: contains a goblet. Before the Roman soldiers captured Jesus, Jesus and his disciples met together. Jesus passed bread and said, "Eat. This is my body that will be given for you." and he passed the cup and told his disciples to drink of the cup which was his blood that would be shed for them.
light yellow egg: inside is a crown of throns. The soldiers mocked Jesus by making and pushing a crown of throns upon his head, Jesus, The King of the Jews, they mocked.
yellow egg: a spike. The soldiers nailed Jesus to a cross, a nail-spike in each hand and one through his feet.
light pink egg: silver coins. For 30 pieces of silver, Judas betrayed Jesus by a kiss.
purple egg: a spear. The soldier pierced his side while he hung on the cross, blood and water ran out of Jesus' side.
blue egg: a donkey. Before the crucifixion, Jesus entered the city upon a donkey. Some of Jesus' followers laid palm branches down before him as he rode through the streets.
green egg: a strap. Jesus was beaten with a cat-of-nine-tails, a whip made of 9 knotted cords attached to a handle used for flogging; Jesus' also had metal spikes to tear the flesh.
orange egg: holds praying hands. Jesus prayed in the garden before the soldiers came to get him. We also must pray to the Father if we want to be saved. We must acknowledge the price Jesus paid for our salvation. Those who ask and believe, receive salvation.
cream-colored egg: contains a piece of gauze. They wrapped Jesus' body in gauze in preparation for burial.
dark pink egg: a rock. A large rock was placed in front of Jesus' tomb along with two Roman soldiers to stand guard. The Jewish leaders wanted to make sure that none of the followers of Jesus tried to steal his body and then proclaim that he had come back to life.
blue egg: contains nothing. The blue egg is empty as was the tomb of Jesus on the third day when Mary went to add spices to his body. Not only was the tomb empty, but Mary actually spoke to Jesus. The miracle of Easter...the empty tomb. If Jesus had not came out of that tomb, then mankind would have no hope of a life after death. Because of his ressurrection, Jesus has the power to raise us from a grave to an eternal life with him.
"Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And, if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also." John 14: verses 1-3. (This is one of my very favorite Bible verses.)
The resurrection eggs tell the greatest love story of all time. This Easter will you visit The Old Rugged Cross and Kneel Down and proclaim Victory in Jesus?
mint green egg: holds a die. The soldiers gambled at the foot of the cross for Jesus' clothes.
lilac egg: contains a goblet. Before the Roman soldiers captured Jesus, Jesus and his disciples met together. Jesus passed bread and said, "Eat. This is my body that will be given for you." and he passed the cup and told his disciples to drink of the cup which was his blood that would be shed for them.
light yellow egg: inside is a crown of throns. The soldiers mocked Jesus by making and pushing a crown of throns upon his head, Jesus, The King of the Jews, they mocked.
yellow egg: a spike. The soldiers nailed Jesus to a cross, a nail-spike in each hand and one through his feet.
light pink egg: silver coins. For 30 pieces of silver, Judas betrayed Jesus by a kiss.
purple egg: a spear. The soldier pierced his side while he hung on the cross, blood and water ran out of Jesus' side.
blue egg: a donkey. Before the crucifixion, Jesus entered the city upon a donkey. Some of Jesus' followers laid palm branches down before him as he rode through the streets.
green egg: a strap. Jesus was beaten with a cat-of-nine-tails, a whip made of 9 knotted cords attached to a handle used for flogging; Jesus' also had metal spikes to tear the flesh.
orange egg: holds praying hands. Jesus prayed in the garden before the soldiers came to get him. We also must pray to the Father if we want to be saved. We must acknowledge the price Jesus paid for our salvation. Those who ask and believe, receive salvation.
cream-colored egg: contains a piece of gauze. They wrapped Jesus' body in gauze in preparation for burial.
dark pink egg: a rock. A large rock was placed in front of Jesus' tomb along with two Roman soldiers to stand guard. The Jewish leaders wanted to make sure that none of the followers of Jesus tried to steal his body and then proclaim that he had come back to life.
blue egg: contains nothing. The blue egg is empty as was the tomb of Jesus on the third day when Mary went to add spices to his body. Not only was the tomb empty, but Mary actually spoke to Jesus. The miracle of Easter...the empty tomb. If Jesus had not came out of that tomb, then mankind would have no hope of a life after death. Because of his ressurrection, Jesus has the power to raise us from a grave to an eternal life with him.
"Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And, if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also." John 14: verses 1-3. (This is one of my very favorite Bible verses.)
The resurrection eggs tell the greatest love story of all time. This Easter will you visit The Old Rugged Cross and Kneel Down and proclaim Victory in Jesus?
Q....Quotations
Movie quotations came to my mind for 'Q' day. I'll start with the one that I have listed on my Facebook page. It comes from one of my all-time favorite classics, Gone With the Wind: "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn." Another quote I like from that book/movie is "After all, tomorrow is another day." How many times when we get to the end of our day and realize that we didn't accomplish everything on our 'To Do List' that we could use that quote?
I love the movie Fried Green Tomatoes. I have several quotes from that movie that I especially enjoy: "Face it, I'm older and I have more insurance." That's a favorite scene when Evelyn turns all ToWanda on a couple of smart-mouth babes! She pushes their little red volkswagon out of a parking space. "Then there is always...ToWanda"...."Righter of wrongs, Queen Beyond Compare!" A more somber quote came from Ninny Threadgoode: "A heart can be broken, but it will keep beating just the same." Anyone with any age, knows what she means by that!
Another movie that I can watch again and again is Steel Magnolias. Those characters in that movie are what dreams of friendship are made of! The movie has such a wide range of emotions flowing through it. When Truvy speaks, "Honey, time marches on and eventually you realize it is marchin' across your face," a middle-age lady wants to cry whenever everyone else is laughing. The scene in the cemetary is great how humor helps to breakthrough tragedy and gives someone broken just a little something to smile about when M'Lynn says, "I just wanna hit somebody til they feel as bad as I do." Then Clairee shoots back, "Here, hit this," (as she offers her friend up for the hitting), "knock her lights out, M'Lynn!" There are many more quotes from that movie that are awesome, but one that really sticks out in my mind is when M'Lynn is describing the last few hours that she had with her daughter: "I find it amusing that men are supposed to be made of steel or something. Drum couldn't take it. I just sat there and held Shelby's hand. I was there when that wonderful creature drifted into my life and I was there when she drifted out."
To end today's quote blog: "Mama always said life was like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get." That Forrest Gump...you have to love him! Blogging is sort of like a box of chocolates, too. It is always interesting to see what everyone is writing about. Some topics are very serious while others are humorous. I hope you get a tasty bite today!
I love the movie Fried Green Tomatoes. I have several quotes from that movie that I especially enjoy: "Face it, I'm older and I have more insurance." That's a favorite scene when Evelyn turns all ToWanda on a couple of smart-mouth babes! She pushes their little red volkswagon out of a parking space. "Then there is always...ToWanda"...."Righter of wrongs, Queen Beyond Compare!" A more somber quote came from Ninny Threadgoode: "A heart can be broken, but it will keep beating just the same." Anyone with any age, knows what she means by that!
Another movie that I can watch again and again is Steel Magnolias. Those characters in that movie are what dreams of friendship are made of! The movie has such a wide range of emotions flowing through it. When Truvy speaks, "Honey, time marches on and eventually you realize it is marchin' across your face," a middle-age lady wants to cry whenever everyone else is laughing. The scene in the cemetary is great how humor helps to breakthrough tragedy and gives someone broken just a little something to smile about when M'Lynn says, "I just wanna hit somebody til they feel as bad as I do." Then Clairee shoots back, "Here, hit this," (as she offers her friend up for the hitting), "knock her lights out, M'Lynn!" There are many more quotes from that movie that are awesome, but one that really sticks out in my mind is when M'Lynn is describing the last few hours that she had with her daughter: "I find it amusing that men are supposed to be made of steel or something. Drum couldn't take it. I just sat there and held Shelby's hand. I was there when that wonderful creature drifted into my life and I was there when she drifted out."
To end today's quote blog: "Mama always said life was like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get." That Forrest Gump...you have to love him! Blogging is sort of like a box of chocolates, too. It is always interesting to see what everyone is writing about. Some topics are very serious while others are humorous. I hope you get a tasty bite today!
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Ozella
When parents choose a name for their newborn, usually there is a significant amount of time and thought that goes into the process. I know I had a list of names going long before I was ever expecting. I looked through baby name books, thought about family names, searched out orgins and meanings of names, and took in consideration suggestions from others. I tend to lean towards unique names.
One of the most unique names that I have ever came across is Ozella. This is the name of a lady from my hometown. We went to church together and my parents were card playing buddies with Ms Ozella and her husband. I don't know the history of her name. I don't know if it's a family name or if she was named after someone. Naturally, it is not a name that you hear every day. I only know one Ozella, but I did come across a name very similar, Mozella. My husband knew a Mozella. Isn't that ironic?
I am going to be in my hometown during Easter and if I should meet up with Ms Ozella, I plan to ask her about her name. Maybe she will be pleased to know that her name was the inspiration for my 'O' blog.
What unique name do you know?
One of the most unique names that I have ever came across is Ozella. This is the name of a lady from my hometown. We went to church together and my parents were card playing buddies with Ms Ozella and her husband. I don't know the history of her name. I don't know if it's a family name or if she was named after someone. Naturally, it is not a name that you hear every day. I only know one Ozella, but I did come across a name very similar, Mozella. My husband knew a Mozella. Isn't that ironic?
I am going to be in my hometown during Easter and if I should meet up with Ms Ozella, I plan to ask her about her name. Maybe she will be pleased to know that her name was the inspiration for my 'O' blog.
What unique name do you know?
Saturday, April 16, 2011
N....No Bake Cookies
I have been craving No Bake cookies all day, so N is for not counting calories and nibbling on some cookies!
No Bake Cookies:
In a sauce pan, put 2 cups sugar, 1/4 cup cocoa, salt to taste; whisk together. Slowly add 1/2 cup milk. Bring this mixture to a boil for three minutes. Remove from heat and add 1/2 cup butter or margarine and 1 teaspoon of vanilla. Stir. Add 1/2 cup of creamy peanut butter. Stir. Then add around 3 cups of quick cooking oatmeal. Stir. Drop by rounded spoonfuls onto wax paper. Let cookies get firm while you make the coffee!
No Bake Cookies:
In a sauce pan, put 2 cups sugar, 1/4 cup cocoa, salt to taste; whisk together. Slowly add 1/2 cup milk. Bring this mixture to a boil for three minutes. Remove from heat and add 1/2 cup butter or margarine and 1 teaspoon of vanilla. Stir. Add 1/2 cup of creamy peanut butter. Stir. Then add around 3 cups of quick cooking oatmeal. Stir. Drop by rounded spoonfuls onto wax paper. Let cookies get firm while you make the coffee!
Friday, April 15, 2011
Metaphors
I teach communication arts to fifth and sixth grade students. Recently, I had my fifth graders creating metaphors. I hope you enjoy these!
Metaphors By Kids
Dreams are visions
Dreams are imaginary lands
Life is a journey
Friendship is a link between people
Anger is a bad song: you can't get it out of your head
Dreams are questions
Dreams are far away places
Happiness is life's best friend
Friendship is a big party
Dreams are moving pictures
Happiness is a key to friendship; you are one step closer
Happiness is the sunshine in my day
Metaphors By Kids
Dreams are visions
Dreams are imaginary lands
Life is a journey
Friendship is a link between people
Anger is a bad song: you can't get it out of your head
Dreams are questions
Dreams are far away places
Happiness is life's best friend
Friendship is a big party
Dreams are moving pictures
Happiness is a key to friendship; you are one step closer
Happiness is the sunshine in my day
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Lavender&Lilac
Lavender and lilac are two of my favorite spring plants. Each one comes in a shade of purple. Lavender belongs to the mint family. It is known for its fresh relaxing scent. Lavender is used to aid sleep. It is a common oil for aromatherapy. Massaging the temple or sleeping with lavender may ease headaches from stress or tension. Many bath products use lavender. It is found in potpourris, sachets, and floral arrangements. I have also read that lavender will work as an insect repellent. It is becoming popular to use lavender at weddings as confetti. Besides its aromatic qualities, lavender can also be used as a flavoring in herbal teas and water. Bees are attracted to lavender; Monofloral honey is a top quality honey from the Mediterranean. Many people use the little lavender flowers as decorations for cakes. One thing to remember is not to eat or drink lavender if you are pregnant or breastfeeding. As with all medications, always check with your doctor.
As much as I adore lavender, lilac is also a wonderful plant. It belongs to the olive family. It also has a wonderful spring scent. The lilac is a symbol for love. Many cities hold annual lilac festivals. Infact, Spokane, Washington, has been called 'Lilac City'. There is also a National Lilac Society for any serious lilac lovers. This year marks my 30th wedding anniversary. I believe I will ask my husband to take me to the Lilac Festival at Mackinac Island, Michigan. I have been wanting to visit there for some time now.
I would like to post a few lines from Walt Whitman's poem: When Lilacs Last in the Door-Yard Bloom'd.
In the door-yard fronting an old farm house
Stands the lilac bush, tall-growing, with heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
With many a pointed blossom rising, delicate, with the perfume strong I love
With every leaf a miracle...
This poem was written as an elegy for President Lincoln. I once read or heard that during the Civil War, the lilac was placed upon the door of the families who had lost someone to show that they were in mourning. Perhaps, that is why Whitman chose the lilac as part of the elegy for President Lincoln. Also, consider the fact that the Civil War spanned across five Aprils, and the lilac blooms during late April through May.
I have the urge to go and wash my sheets. (I have lavender-scented detergent, and I have a lilac arrangement in the top of my closet that I need to set out.)
As much as I adore lavender, lilac is also a wonderful plant. It belongs to the olive family. It also has a wonderful spring scent. The lilac is a symbol for love. Many cities hold annual lilac festivals. Infact, Spokane, Washington, has been called 'Lilac City'. There is also a National Lilac Society for any serious lilac lovers. This year marks my 30th wedding anniversary. I believe I will ask my husband to take me to the Lilac Festival at Mackinac Island, Michigan. I have been wanting to visit there for some time now.
I would like to post a few lines from Walt Whitman's poem: When Lilacs Last in the Door-Yard Bloom'd.
In the door-yard fronting an old farm house
Stands the lilac bush, tall-growing, with heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
With many a pointed blossom rising, delicate, with the perfume strong I love
With every leaf a miracle...
This poem was written as an elegy for President Lincoln. I once read or heard that during the Civil War, the lilac was placed upon the door of the families who had lost someone to show that they were in mourning. Perhaps, that is why Whitman chose the lilac as part of the elegy for President Lincoln. Also, consider the fact that the Civil War spanned across five Aprils, and the lilac blooms during late April through May.
I have the urge to go and wash my sheets. (I have lavender-scented detergent, and I have a lilac arrangement in the top of my closet that I need to set out.)
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
K...Kennedy
Say, Kennedy, and most likely most people think of that distinguished family of the late President Kennedy. Maybe the image of Jacqueline dressed in a coat and hat ensemble (with matching gloves) comes to your mind, or maybe you remember a small John, Jr. saluting at his father's flag-draped coffin as it proceeded by him on that brisk November day. I, too, think of that family whenever I hear the name, but nowdays, I have reason for other thoughts of another Mrs. Kennedy, my daughter.
This Mrs. Kennedy is a registered nurse. She spends her work days delivering babies. She and my son-inlaw have a new home and a family of two adorable west highland terriers, Asia and Aussie. Inside of their home, one would see the letter 'K' displayed for their family name. A name is important no matter what side of the fence that you're on! I was just thinking of Mrs. Kennedy today and how proud I am to be her mom and how very much that I love her.
This Mrs. Kennedy is a registered nurse. She spends her work days delivering babies. She and my son-inlaw have a new home and a family of two adorable west highland terriers, Asia and Aussie. Inside of their home, one would see the letter 'K' displayed for their family name. A name is important no matter what side of the fence that you're on! I was just thinking of Mrs. Kennedy today and how proud I am to be her mom and how very much that I love her.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
J....Judy and Jean
I have two friends, Judy and Jean, that are the inspiration for today's blog. The two of them do not know each other, but should.
I stopped by to visit Jean today as I was going home from work. I love to talk to Jean because she tells wonderful stories. Jean enjoys history and genealogy. She also has a wonderful gentle spirit; it just makes me feel good to be in her presence. I enjoy sitting with her on her back deck; she has a lovely view of a valley and TableRock Lake. Today, we talked about the pine grove and cattle along the hillside. We discussed some of her family history, and she told me about a recent trip to West Virginia. I have only known Jean for a few years, but I feel like she has been a friend for much longer. She is just that kind of lady.
Judy has been in my life for thirty years. We actually went to college together, but our friendship didn't really bloom until we met sometime later on my first job assignment. However, since that first day, we have been like peanut butter and jelly! Judy knows my secrets. She is the friend that I can bare my soul to and she doesn't judge me. She knows that I can be a little crazy and loves me anyway!
Judy was my mentor in my early career and taught me how to teach reading better than any college class I ever had. Judy is the type of teacher that every parent wishes their child could be fortunate enough to have just one year. The sad thing is that she is no longer able to hold a teaching position because of health reasons. Some time back, she discovered that she has a medical condition called Gastroparesis. I had never heard of it before, but strangely, I now have two friends with this condition. (But, the other friend would be 'M' day.)
If you are interested in more information about this illness, please goggle or find the Gastroparesis page on facebook. Judy may well be in the hospital as I write this because of complications; the hospital has started leaving the light on for her as she is such a frequent visitor. Gastroparesis is a real illness with serious side effects. It affects the quality of life for the victim, and in Judy's case, it has robbed many children of a wonderful teacher.
I admire Judy's strength to fight this illness on a day-to-day basis and still be able to give a smile or hand to a friend in need. These are my friends, Judy and Jean, and I am blessed to have both of them in my life.
I stopped by to visit Jean today as I was going home from work. I love to talk to Jean because she tells wonderful stories. Jean enjoys history and genealogy. She also has a wonderful gentle spirit; it just makes me feel good to be in her presence. I enjoy sitting with her on her back deck; she has a lovely view of a valley and TableRock Lake. Today, we talked about the pine grove and cattle along the hillside. We discussed some of her family history, and she told me about a recent trip to West Virginia. I have only known Jean for a few years, but I feel like she has been a friend for much longer. She is just that kind of lady.
Judy has been in my life for thirty years. We actually went to college together, but our friendship didn't really bloom until we met sometime later on my first job assignment. However, since that first day, we have been like peanut butter and jelly! Judy knows my secrets. She is the friend that I can bare my soul to and she doesn't judge me. She knows that I can be a little crazy and loves me anyway!
Judy was my mentor in my early career and taught me how to teach reading better than any college class I ever had. Judy is the type of teacher that every parent wishes their child could be fortunate enough to have just one year. The sad thing is that she is no longer able to hold a teaching position because of health reasons. Some time back, she discovered that she has a medical condition called Gastroparesis. I had never heard of it before, but strangely, I now have two friends with this condition. (But, the other friend would be 'M' day.)
If you are interested in more information about this illness, please goggle or find the Gastroparesis page on facebook. Judy may well be in the hospital as I write this because of complications; the hospital has started leaving the light on for her as she is such a frequent visitor. Gastroparesis is a real illness with serious side effects. It affects the quality of life for the victim, and in Judy's case, it has robbed many children of a wonderful teacher.
I admire Judy's strength to fight this illness on a day-to-day basis and still be able to give a smile or hand to a friend in need. These are my friends, Judy and Jean, and I am blessed to have both of them in my life.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Imagery
Imagery is using words, without illustrations, to create a mental picture for the reader.
R.A.R
The silence of the night
Must have echoed
In your ears
Throughout the night
The ticking of the clock
Must have sounded
Like the beating
Of a snare drum
The darkness of the outside world
Must have crept in like a thief in the night
With a fog of depression
That stole your soul's light
All glimpses of happiness faded
With the approaching of day
The walls crashed in
And the floor gave away
The whispers of despair
Filled your ears
Lies stole the truth
You lost all heart
The weight of the lead
Must have felt like a ton
Coldness of metal
Against your damp skin
The clicking of the hammer
Must have been hard to bear
The sound resonanting
Silence filled the air
The thief sold you lies
That replaced the truth
The cost was too high
For all of us, especially you.
S.D.R
4-11-11
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Happy Birthday, Hannah
Today is a milestone birthday for my little friend, Hannah. She is turning 13 today. Later, my family and I will be joining Hannah and her family to celebrate. Hannah is holding true to her Hebrew name, beauty and passion. Hannah's beauty is both physical and inner-beauty. Like the Biblical Hannah, my little friend is also a Christian and has a passion for the Lord. The Bible story of Hannah tells a story about a woman who is childless. She desires a son, and she cries out to the Lord to grant her a son. Because of her faithfulness, Hannah is indeed granted a son, whom she called Samuel. Hannah dedicates her son to the service of the Lord and gives him back to the Lord's calling.
Today, I wonder what is the heart's desire of my little friend. I pray that God blesses her as she matures into womanhood. I pray that he watches her steps and guides her in all of her decisions. I pray protection over her and her family. I pray that she finds favor with her Lord all of the days of her life, and may all of her birthdays be happy.
Happy 13th birthday to our little, beautiful, Hannah!
Today, I wonder what is the heart's desire of my little friend. I pray that God blesses her as she matures into womanhood. I pray that he watches her steps and guides her in all of her decisions. I pray protection over her and her family. I pray that she finds favor with her Lord all of the days of her life, and may all of her birthdays be happy.
Happy 13th birthday to our little, beautiful, Hannah!
Friday, April 8, 2011
Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
Feel free to add to my list of fun .......
Dancing...karaoke...bowling...movies...camping...playing cards...progressive dinners....scavenger hunts
bunco...bingo...trivia night....blogging....facebook....journaling....scrapbooking....photography..
cooking...The Food Network...yardsales...theater....traveling...canoing...tea parties...ghost tours....
reading with my kindle...picnics......fishing...massages...pedicures...bicycling...walking...zumba....
riding bikewood trails...
Dancing...karaoke...bowling...movies...camping...playing cards...progressive dinners....scavenger hunts
bunco...bingo...trivia night....blogging....facebook....journaling....scrapbooking....photography..
cooking...The Food Network...yardsales...theater....traveling...canoing...tea parties...ghost tours....
reading with my kindle...picnics......fishing...massages...pedicures...bicycling...walking...zumba....
riding bikewood trails...
Thursday, April 7, 2011
The Farmer's Daughter
Long before I was the Superintendent's Wife, I was the farmer's daughter. I was raised in a small rural community in southeast Arkansas. My dad was an only child and my family never lived far from my paternal grandparents. My grandfather was also a farmer, and I believe that I got my love of land and nature at an early age from the influence of my grandpa. Grandpa retired early from farming because of a heart condition, so he and I spent a lot of quality time together. Every fall, we visited our special tree which was a persimmon tree. You never want to bite into a persimmon too early; it will leave the most bitter taste in your mouth! Persimmons aren't ready until a heavy frost has fallen.
The fall season is my favorite time on the farm, especially the month of October. Fall is the harvest time of the year. The farmers are always the busiest in the spring and fall. Back in the day before everyone used cotton-pickers, the cotton was picked manually. Yes, I can remember that far back. I remember the sea of white cotton, the smell of dew upon the cotton bolls, and the hot sun shining down. I also remember the chore of chopping cotton. But my folks were just like everybody else and finally gave into technology and started using the cotton-picker to harvest their crops. I was about six or seven and would go to the fields to play in the cotton-trailer. It was great fun to dig tunnels and climb the mounds of white cotton, but my favorite thing of all was to stand beneath the shower of cotton as the cotton bin dumped the freshly picked cotton into the trailer. I would literally have to dig my way out from underneath the weight of the dumped cotton.
But no matter how busy my dad was harvesting, he always managed to find time to take me to the county fair. I so looked forward to that night! I would sit in the back of the car and anticipate seeing that tall ferris-wheel with its many, multi-colored lights rotating round and round high against the dark autumn sky. Daddy also took me coon-hunting with him. I could not believe that he was actually letting me go with him. I only went once, but that one time is a favorite memory of mine.
After the harvest, the land lays dormant until the spring, my second favorite season of the farm. I love the smell of freshly turned earth and the way it feels on barefeet. It has been years since I have walked in the fields at planting time, but that sense is etched deeply in my memories. There's also another memory that echoes in the hollow of my brain...I remember my grandmother sending me out at dusk to get one of the farm-hands to tell them to come to the house because my grandfather had suffered a heart-attack. I sensed the urgency of that errand. I remember running through the fields and screaming above the tractor's hum to get the worker's attention to hurry and come to the house. Grandpa didn't go with that one. He survived two heart-attacks, but as they say, the third one is charm. He died late in the fall down in the woods. My daddy found him alone. I have always thought that was so sad that he was alone.
Daddy has retired from farming, but he still likes to play in the dirt. He plants and tends to a garden every year now. He has learned to wear his straw hat whenever he goes out to play. Years of sun exposure has left him battling skin cancers. Except for a short time in Texas and Lake Village, Arkansas, Daddy has always lived close to where he lives now. Daddy has become the 'old man' of his community. Everyone else has died. Although, there are no sons to pass the spade to, I feel connected to that land as much as anyone. I like to compare myself to the scene from Gone With the Wind when Scarlett is kneeling down and grabs a handful of earth and proclaims her determination to survive.
A few years ago, for Father's Day, I wrote and framed a poem for my daddy entitled,"The Farmer's Daughter". It has since set out on display in the family room at my daddy's home, a gesture that makes me proud. Every girl wants their daddy to be proud of them. I know that the Farmer's Daughter's time is most likely limited with the farmer, but as all farmers' daughters know...Old farmers never die, they just spade away.
The fall season is my favorite time on the farm, especially the month of October. Fall is the harvest time of the year. The farmers are always the busiest in the spring and fall. Back in the day before everyone used cotton-pickers, the cotton was picked manually. Yes, I can remember that far back. I remember the sea of white cotton, the smell of dew upon the cotton bolls, and the hot sun shining down. I also remember the chore of chopping cotton. But my folks were just like everybody else and finally gave into technology and started using the cotton-picker to harvest their crops. I was about six or seven and would go to the fields to play in the cotton-trailer. It was great fun to dig tunnels and climb the mounds of white cotton, but my favorite thing of all was to stand beneath the shower of cotton as the cotton bin dumped the freshly picked cotton into the trailer. I would literally have to dig my way out from underneath the weight of the dumped cotton.
But no matter how busy my dad was harvesting, he always managed to find time to take me to the county fair. I so looked forward to that night! I would sit in the back of the car and anticipate seeing that tall ferris-wheel with its many, multi-colored lights rotating round and round high against the dark autumn sky. Daddy also took me coon-hunting with him. I could not believe that he was actually letting me go with him. I only went once, but that one time is a favorite memory of mine.
After the harvest, the land lays dormant until the spring, my second favorite season of the farm. I love the smell of freshly turned earth and the way it feels on barefeet. It has been years since I have walked in the fields at planting time, but that sense is etched deeply in my memories. There's also another memory that echoes in the hollow of my brain...I remember my grandmother sending me out at dusk to get one of the farm-hands to tell them to come to the house because my grandfather had suffered a heart-attack. I sensed the urgency of that errand. I remember running through the fields and screaming above the tractor's hum to get the worker's attention to hurry and come to the house. Grandpa didn't go with that one. He survived two heart-attacks, but as they say, the third one is charm. He died late in the fall down in the woods. My daddy found him alone. I have always thought that was so sad that he was alone.
Daddy has retired from farming, but he still likes to play in the dirt. He plants and tends to a garden every year now. He has learned to wear his straw hat whenever he goes out to play. Years of sun exposure has left him battling skin cancers. Except for a short time in Texas and Lake Village, Arkansas, Daddy has always lived close to where he lives now. Daddy has become the 'old man' of his community. Everyone else has died. Although, there are no sons to pass the spade to, I feel connected to that land as much as anyone. I like to compare myself to the scene from Gone With the Wind when Scarlett is kneeling down and grabs a handful of earth and proclaims her determination to survive.
A few years ago, for Father's Day, I wrote and framed a poem for my daddy entitled,"The Farmer's Daughter". It has since set out on display in the family room at my daddy's home, a gesture that makes me proud. Every girl wants their daddy to be proud of them. I know that the Farmer's Daughter's time is most likely limited with the farmer, but as all farmers' daughters know...Old farmers never die, they just spade away.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Easter Remembrances
As Easter approaches, I find myself turning my thoughts towards past Easters. I think a lot about my mother. She always made holidays special for me. It was tradition that I always got a new purse for Easter. I remember two purses in particular; one my mother made herself. It was white crochet with a pineapple design. The purse slipped over an oatmeal box bottom. The other purse was a mother-of-pearl, oval-shaped one. I loved that purse. I still have the home-made purse and hope to pass it down to a granddaughter one day.
My mom also left behind another special Easter trinket that I enjoy every year, a bunny-covered trinket box. Back in the seventies, my mom started a new hobby, ceramics. She made two bunnies that she gave to each of her girls. Mom didn't know how special those little bunny boxes would be to my sister and me.
Mom always made wonderful lunches with delectable desserts for our holiday gatherings. At Easter, she always found time between preparing dishes to dye eggs with us kids. I always thought the different pastel colors were always so pretty. I still like to carry on the egg-dying tradition in my home, although my kids are long past the child-stage. All these traditions are just part of the holiday for me.
But the most important tradition that my mother left behind for me is the knowledge of what Easter is really all about. I wouldn't be much of a Christian if I didn't share my faith just a little bit on this most Holy holiday. Easter is the ultimate hope of all Christians. Because Jesus shed his blood for one and all on that old rugged cross at Calvary, anyone who calls upon his name and ask him to save them from an eternity of being separated from Christ and goodness, shall be saved. John 3:16 states that God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in him shall not perish, but have everlasting life.
It's not that he just died, but the fact that he rose again from that tomb. When Christ came out of that grave, he made salvation possible for all who desire it. It is my prayer that all who reads this blog knows Jesus as their personal saviour, but if you don't and would like to discuss anything with me, please contact me.
Easter Blessings
My mom also left behind another special Easter trinket that I enjoy every year, a bunny-covered trinket box. Back in the seventies, my mom started a new hobby, ceramics. She made two bunnies that she gave to each of her girls. Mom didn't know how special those little bunny boxes would be to my sister and me.
Mom always made wonderful lunches with delectable desserts for our holiday gatherings. At Easter, she always found time between preparing dishes to dye eggs with us kids. I always thought the different pastel colors were always so pretty. I still like to carry on the egg-dying tradition in my home, although my kids are long past the child-stage. All these traditions are just part of the holiday for me.
But the most important tradition that my mother left behind for me is the knowledge of what Easter is really all about. I wouldn't be much of a Christian if I didn't share my faith just a little bit on this most Holy holiday. Easter is the ultimate hope of all Christians. Because Jesus shed his blood for one and all on that old rugged cross at Calvary, anyone who calls upon his name and ask him to save them from an eternity of being separated from Christ and goodness, shall be saved. John 3:16 states that God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in him shall not perish, but have everlasting life.
It's not that he just died, but the fact that he rose again from that tomb. When Christ came out of that grave, he made salvation possible for all who desire it. It is my prayer that all who reads this blog knows Jesus as their personal saviour, but if you don't and would like to discuss anything with me, please contact me.
Easter Blessings
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
D is for Daniel
It's been a long day; I am just getting in from my son's baseball game. Daniel had a good game tonight. He had 3 hits, a double and two singles. He had 5 RBIS and two stolen bases, and caught a couple of pop flies in center field. For someone who knew and understood so little about baseball and basketball, I have become a sports fanatic when it comes to my # 1 athlete, my son, Daniel.
Daniel will be graduating from middle school in a few weeks and moving on to high school. We have shared the same building for the past eleven years (I teach school). Needless to say, I am going to miss my guy as he moves on to the business of preparing for college and choosing an occupation, along with the ups and downs of dating. I have been fortunate that I have been able to be near him and watch him grow and learn all of these years. I can still recall the days of preschool just as if it were yesterday. Daniel spent a lot of his preschool years being a dinosaur, and later he became a host of superheroes to fight and protect his domain.
Then he moved into the world of sports beginning with T-ball and expanding into basketball. Daniel also enjoys drawing, video games, and water sports. He has participated in some school plays and has served as Vice-President of Student Council.
I know these last few years of high school will past quickly, and then I may well be faced with the empty-nest syndrome. But until then, when is the next ballgame?
Daniel will be graduating from middle school in a few weeks and moving on to high school. We have shared the same building for the past eleven years (I teach school). Needless to say, I am going to miss my guy as he moves on to the business of preparing for college and choosing an occupation, along with the ups and downs of dating. I have been fortunate that I have been able to be near him and watch him grow and learn all of these years. I can still recall the days of preschool just as if it were yesterday. Daniel spent a lot of his preschool years being a dinosaur, and later he became a host of superheroes to fight and protect his domain.
Then he moved into the world of sports beginning with T-ball and expanding into basketball. Daniel also enjoys drawing, video games, and water sports. He has participated in some school plays and has served as Vice-President of Student Council.
I know these last few years of high school will past quickly, and then I may well be faced with the empty-nest syndrome. But until then, when is the next ballgame?
Monday, April 4, 2011
C is for Cookbooks
I collect cookbooks; I have over 100 and that is not counting the paperback ones that are picked up at the stores or cooking magazines. The oldest one that I have is one that I actually helped to type in high school during our typing class. It was a school fund-raiser called 'High Cotton'. The most recent cookbook that I have purchased is 'Cooking Light: fresh food fast'. I plan to use that one this summer while my garden produce is in abundance. I have cookbooks from various churches: The Joy of Sharing Our Church Favorites, Thank Heaven for Home-Made Cooks, and Feeding the Flock. One of my favorite spiritual cookbooks came from a trip to Tennessee to visit Billy Graham's Training enter, The Cove. What an awesome trip that was! The resort's chef at that time even autographed my book for me. I have cookbooks from the various schools that my husband and I have worked at which includes two from our present rural school on the state lines of Arkansas and Missouri, The Dog-Gone Good Cookbook and Bulldog Bites. I collect cookbooks from the different states that I visit. I have 'The Best of the Best of America' which I am using to cook my way through the states this year as my 2011 New Year's Resolution. For my 50th birthday, a friend gave me a copy of her family's cookbook that includes wonderful family photos and stories. My husband collects Case knives and we sometimes attend the annual Case Festival. My husband got bargins on knives and he bought me the Case Family Cookbook. I have Wal-Mart cookbooks. My collection contains several of that butter-loving, Georgia peach, Paula Deen's cookbooks. If you have never eaten sweet-potato biscuits, then you don't know what you are missing! Some of my favorites include the annual Taste of Home cookbooks; American cooks from all over contribute their mouth-watering recipes. That is a place I plan to visit one of these days, The Taste of Home Headquarters. I have been to one of their cooking schools years ago. I also enjoy browsing through the 'Gooseberry Patch' cookbooks with all of their seasonal hints. My husband gave me Julia Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking along with the movie Julie and Julia a couple of years ago for Valentine's Day. I also have a few pioneer cookbooks, including a couple of Laura Ingalls Wilder cookbooks. These are special to me because as a child my teachers, Mrs. Johnson and Mrs. Hix, read the Little House Series to my class; later I also read the series. I always wanted to see the Little House in the Big Woods. I never dreamed that I would one day live so close to Laura's home where she actually wrote her books. A few summers back, a friend and I took a roadtrip to find the Little House in the big woods of Wisconsin. The big woods were gone and the Little House was just a replica. I did find a good Wisconsin cookbook, though! I have Oprah's cookbook and Morgan Freeman's. I have recipes from country singers. Some of my more humorous titles include: White Trash Cooking & White Trash Cookng II (another gift from hubby's fishing trip to Canada). My cookbook that comes from the farthest distance is my Czech National Cookbook, a gift from my daughter's trip to Prague. I also have All Around the World; now that makes a fun family event to host meals from around the world! My husband and I recently purchased a juicer with its own cookbook. There are many health benefits to using a juicer. It's worth searching out on the internet. I have several different diet cookbooks like Weight Watchers and Bob Greene: The Best Life Diet. I'll close with one last title: The Bible of Southern Cooking (and ya'll it ain't no diet cookbook!)....Happy Eating!
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Blessings
Today was a beautiful day and ending to a wonderful weekend. Growing up, I attended a simple little rural church. I have a picture of that little church etched into my mind: pine pews, red carpet, an old upright piano, and the most beautiful portrait of John the Baptist baptizing Jesus in the Jordan River. We would sing an old hymn at that church called 'Count Your Blessings', name them one by one; count your many blessings, see what God hath done.
It is easy to get in touch with one's blessings when enjoying the beauty of nature, family and friends. Oprah came up with a saying a few years back: Gratitude. She encouraged her followers to keep gratitude journals. It caught on like wildfire. But I knew that someone long before Oprah's time had already came up with affirming one's blessings and simply naming them 1 by 1...but I do like Oprah's idea of keeping a written record of gratitude. But being a lover of words and stories, why wouldn't I?
It is easy to get in touch with one's blessings when enjoying the beauty of nature, family and friends. Oprah came up with a saying a few years back: Gratitude. She encouraged her followers to keep gratitude journals. It caught on like wildfire. But I knew that someone long before Oprah's time had already came up with affirming one's blessings and simply naming them 1 by 1...but I do like Oprah's idea of keeping a written record of gratitude. But being a lover of words and stories, why wouldn't I?
Pieces of April (written April 1, 2011)
Here I sit beneath the night sky at Roaring River State Park. The river will lull me to sleep tonight. I took the challenge of a fellow blogger to write throughout April from A to Z. However, I can not get internet service so I will have to post when I get home.
PIECES OF APRIL...this is a song title of a popular 70s group, Three Dog Night. So as I start on my month- long venture of writing, I thought it appropriate to entitle my writings as such, 'Pieces of April'.
for some odd reason, April has never been one of my favorite months. Maybe it's because of the still cold and damp days and nights, or the rainfall that sometimes occurs; it's also tax month. At school, it's the month we do the dreaded annual State Exam. Maybe I don't favor April because the birthstone is just plain, (unless you dig down deep and get the real thing) a diamond. But for whatever reason...it is what it is.
But for now, on this particular April night, life is pretty good. I am with my husband and son and my little pug, Duke, enjoying an evening under the stars and a black velvet sky, a taste of the simple life.
PIECES OF APRIL...this is a song title of a popular 70s group, Three Dog Night. So as I start on my month- long venture of writing, I thought it appropriate to entitle my writings as such, 'Pieces of April'.
for some odd reason, April has never been one of my favorite months. Maybe it's because of the still cold and damp days and nights, or the rainfall that sometimes occurs; it's also tax month. At school, it's the month we do the dreaded annual State Exam. Maybe I don't favor April because the birthstone is just plain, (unless you dig down deep and get the real thing) a diamond. But for whatever reason...it is what it is.
But for now, on this particular April night, life is pretty good. I am with my husband and son and my little pug, Duke, enjoying an evening under the stars and a black velvet sky, a taste of the simple life.
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