Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Christmas re-hashed

What a wonderful week of memories --- I hope you all had the same warm and happy time with friends and family that I've had; I'll hit the high points...





My week off was hectic with finishing shopping and wrapping gifts and heading to Houston. We arrived after lunch on Wed., and Liz was not too sure about who these people were grabbing her. It took a bit for her to warm up again, but I was patient. After all, it had been a couple of weeks since we'd been there, and that's a long time in baby time. We went to Christmas Eve service with the kids, and enjoyed the beautiful singing. Just glorious, 4 part harmonious voices, recalling the Saviour's birth. Then, we headed over to Mom and Dad's, and enjoyed some time of refreshment and visiting.





Christmas Morning!! Dana spent the night with us at the Johnson home, and we had a wonderful time. Liz took it all in, even posing for a "few" pictures, and we all stayed in our jammies quite a while. About 3, we headed over to Albert's for a wonderful dinner and gift-card exchange. The highlight was being splashed with greenbean casserole as Albert carried it to the table in one of the flimsy alumunium pans. Not too bad, and still had plenty to serve!! After the festivities, we went back to Erin's and played more Wii. Santa did good with that gift!!





We came home on Friday, and went to rehersal for a wedding that Andy was officiating. His first, he did wonderfully!! I was so proud of him - he's awfully handsome in a suit with a red rose boutineer!! The Johnson's left Sunday afternoon - Gregg is sick. He has developed Walking Pneumonia and their plans for Dallas got changed. Later....

Anyway. For me, one of the highlights was watching Liz lie on the table and kick and grin and coo; I have to wonder, does the all-encompassing love I have for that baby girl as I look into her dark, full eyes come even minutely close to the love God has for me when He sees me seek His face?
I am so overwhelmed with love and wonder at this child, as I was with her mother and her aunt at that age, that I feel my heart and mind just overfilling with emotion. It's at that moment, when I "Get It." That love that knows no boundaries, that would give whatever I needed to give to secure the safety and redemption of that baby. What my Father sees in me. And in us all -

Pure love.


Sunday, December 21, 2008

Huntsville on my mind

Lately, I've been thinking about Huntsville a lot. It's where Andy and I met, married, had Dana, and lived very happily for about 10 years. Our dear friends, the Tissues, were a big part of our happiness, as was the congregation where we worshipped. I've often said leaving Huntsville was one of the saddest days of my life. And lately, I want to go back and visit - to see the campus of our youth (I don't know if I could manuever the hills or not!), to attend worship with the saints there, and to feel and see the beauty of East Texas.

I think the reason for my yearning is Liz. This part of Erin and Gregg's life takes me back there - before we knew that life can be hard, and dreamed big dreams - some of which have come true, but not all. It was a sweet time for us, and I'd like to renew that feeling, if just for a few days....

Most of the people we knew there are no longer there; some from moving, but most from passing from this life to the next. The Lasaters, Bro. Kramer, Faye Lassiter, Betty Waldron and more. They played a role in our life of example, caring and faithfulness. The Tissues have moved on in their life as well, and driving through the old neighborhood makes me sad, but also brings back sweet, sweet memories of when my babies were young and we thought our whole life was still ahead of us.

Long ago, we said we would return there to live at retirement, but I don't think that will happen. Our life is here, now, and I imagine we will stay. But sometimes, lately, I sure miss Huntsville!!

Friday, December 19, 2008

Funny quote of the day

Since I haven't had but a few kids today, I have to borrow a quote from another person on campus....

"Mrs. P, what do you want for Christmas?"

"What I want is for you to go all week without getting a signature in your planner." (Discipline method used to communicate with parents.)

Moments pass while he considers this probability.

"What else would you like?!?"


And that's how it goes this time of year.


Happy Day!!

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Well, the semester ends tomorrow. I have a few students strolling in and out - the kids at Primary are being treated to "The Polar Express" at the local theatre, and so I am having an easy day here. Elementary will be my regular groups, except one class will be out on a field trip. YIPPEE - it's the class that gives me a headache every single day. They aren't bad boys - they are just LOUD when they talk. I really don't think they mean to be, because as soon as I close my eyes, their volumn goes down!!

I'm really looking forward to the break, however it is filling up with only one day before Christmas not booked with errands or invitations somewhere. After the big day, and Lindsey's wedding, the week following should be nice and quiet. Someday, I want to go somewhere snow-filled for that week!!

Have a wonderful, Christmascy day!!

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Even though I get "offended" when a child asks me if I am, or have ever been, a "real teacher," it's days like today that I am glad that I am not. My students are all at an assembly, so I get to catch up on other things or relax before they return. While I do miss the excitement of parties (not the mayhem, just the excitement), and never cash in on the load of gifts (candles, socks, and lots of cheap perfume!), I don't miss the long, long days of the week before Christmas. I get to see the children in small doses, and listen to the wishes and dreams when they come, my routine is much calmer these days. And best of all, I still get the two weeks' vacation!!

I like my job!!

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Grace Received in Large Measure

We always talk about the grace we receive from God, and it is a wonderful concept, but sometimes I have felt it is a little abstract for my comprehension. Not after today, because I received it in human form when I should have been bludgeoned, scorned, yelled at... you get the idea. I will try to make it a short version.

We are doing these tests called Benchmarks, where I take my students in a small group to another room and read the questions and answer choices to them. Today was Math, and we were testing along, when one of my students said he needed a Hundred's chart. None to be found, I told him just to try another method to solve the problem. He asked me to write the chart on the board, so I did; but only to 50 as that was all he needed. Fine; he solves his problem, we continue, and they finished the test.
About an hour after my writing the numbers, the librarian comes in to get a teacher a laptop. I tell her that something is wrong, that the board would not erase. Now, this is a white board on rollers, and I was SURE I had used a dry-erase marker to write with. She turned and looked at the board, and her face went as white as the board itself. Her eyes bugged, and watered up, and she mumbled out, "That is not a dry-erase board. It is a, and called the name, which I have already forgotten, but it starts with a P." I could tell I really had messed up. I told her I would pay to clean it, or replace it or whatever, that it was truly and accident. That is when she told me that it costs $4,000 and has never been used. It works with a computer and uses a specific pen to write with. Then, she left the room. I felt like throwing up, and my little boys were suddenly very quiet.
"Miss, we will bring money to help you."
"We will help you pay for it."
"Are you going to have money left for food?"

Next, the door opened, and the principal walked in. She stopped beside me and just looked at the board. Then, she patted my shoulder, and smiled. "Don't worry, Amy. It is a thing, and things can be replaced. We will call the company and see what they say to clean it. Don't feel bad." DON'T FEEL BAD??? My stomach by now is way up in my throat, and I'm wondering how Andy is going to take this news. She leaves the room, and I want to vomit, but I've got to sit with the little boys and try to control them when all I want to do is cry big, wet, loud tears. $4000. (One boy asked me if I made that much in a year....)

Eventually, a couple of ladies came in. They had talked to the company who told them to get it off AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. I did not volunteer that it had, by now, been about 2 hours. She had baby wipes and cleaner for dry-erase boards. Very timidly, with all our eyes focused on her arm and the boys crossing every body part they could, she sprayed on the first number and wiped.

It worked. Praise God. It worked. She had to wipe and wipe, and the principal came in to see, and the boys were sent back to their rooms. I sat there a bit, knowing that today, I am the talk of the campus.

The principal is going to post a sign on the corner of the board now, explaining that it is not to be written on, just in case.

Grace. So appreciated this day.

Monday, December 08, 2008

Give a kid a color...

I love to color. I love to give kids a crayon and turn them loose. They tell you all the things they probably shouldn't, and you gain a wealth of knowledge about them and their family.

Here's my favorite conversation overheard last week:

"Did you know that Santa gets his Good Kid and Bad Kid list from Jesus?"
"The list that says who gets toys at Christmas?"
"Yes - Santa and Jesus are best friends, so Jesus gives his list to Santa. That big book has all the names in it. That way he knows who to take toys to."

Go figure!!

Friday, December 05, 2008

Not my doings!

If you've noticed the picture of Liz and me, and the links to the side of my post, you may think this old dog had learned some new computer skills. While I'd like to think I will someday by able to, I have to give the credit to these additions to Erin.

While we were in Houston to visit and support the Johnsons a while back, I asked her to add the links for me... and promptly forgot I'd asked. A nice surprise yesterday to find them there!! Thanks, Erin!!

Hope you have a good weekend. We are going to the Riverwalk with the church folk Saturday night, and then have the bi-monthly elders/wives' luncheon at the Evans' following morning worship. Translation - I don't have to cook all weekend!! Yippee !!

Wednesday, December 03, 2008

How time flies!

I can't believe I have not posted in almost a week! I thought I had, but now know that I was mistaken....

Coming back to school after a long break is not easy, especially when a longer one is looming in the near future! Teachers are spoiled, as I've said before, and we covet out time away. All jobs have their stress, but the only one I'll say is more stressful might be air traffic controller or soldier in Iraq. Children excited about Christmas and stressed-out administrators make life hard unless you can put it aside and just think about what is ahead; for me, it a first Christmas with Elizabeth!!

Erin has posted some wonderful newborn pictures they had taken; you can see them at http://www.johnson-junk-drawer.blogspot.com/ She is a most beautiful and serene young lady. To quote a frame I gave to Erin: She has her mother's beauty.

Now, to get ready for my next group -

Thursday, November 27, 2008

A wonderful life

Today was a wonderful day. We started off with the Macy's parade and watched the whole thing - all the way to Santa. Dana curled up on the couch, reliving to us her trip with Erin to NYC a few years ago, and how wonderful it was. Wishing her sister and family were with us, but knowing we will see them soon.

Then, we got our food ready, showered and headed to the Hutton's for a feast. All the traditional food is here, and delicious - pie to come when we have room. Played Wii after the meal - ask Dana about tennis! - and then some board games. They are in the kitchen putting up the food while I do this - oops.

Next, the Ags face the Longhorns. Should be a bloodbath, but we have hope.

It's been a great day. So much to be thankful for!!!

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

An early Christmas!!

Manu is back!!! He played for the first time this season last night, and it was a glorious sight to behold!! The man looked GOOD - no limping, falling or grimacing in pain; just steals, feats of acrobatic wonder and that cute little pump he does with his arm when he makes a play! I have to admit a little crush here- he's just so cute, even with his bald spot! So, now the Spurs can resume their season full blast when Tony returns and the new guys hit their stride.

Can we dare to hope for Ring # 5?!?

Go, Spurs, Go!!

Friday, November 21, 2008

My favorite phobia

Are you phobic about anything? I guess everyone is about something, but mine has really come back to haunt me.

As a child, I never was taken to the dentist. My first experience was one of sitting in the library watching a film about a bear when I suddenly fell to the floor in tremendous pain from an unexpected toothache. The teacher called my mother and she took me to the local dentist who sidelined as an interogist for the CIA using torture. Not really. In fact, he was a relative, which made matters worse!!

So. Over the years, my dealings with the dentist have been sporadic and fearful. I had 2 or 3 that I really liked, but either I moved or one committed suicide. (That REALLY did not help me!) I was always good about taking the girls and keeping up with their visits, but could not make myself go. At one point, I drove to the office 3 times and left without ever going in.

Now, here I am at 53 with a mess of a mouth. I have to go, and soon. I'm not in pain, but I know it will come if I don't take care of it. To top it off, I just found out my dentist does not have nitrous oxide anymore, which made my getting in the chair a lot easier. Now, it will only be the happy pill and me.

Silly, right? But even now, as I sit here, my stomach is quaking with the thought of it. I really need help....

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

The reality of school

Every day, I travel from one campus to another. The first campus is the Primary, which houses grades K,1, and 2. After finishing with those groups, I go to the Elementary, which is 3rd and 4th grade. Day after day, I am reminded how different these campuses are from one another. Even though they are in the same district, and there is good communication between them, it is still astounding to me.

At the Primary, the goal of the teachers, plainly stated orally and in writing in several places, is to "make it a good day" for the children. After going everyday so far this year, I have heard only 1 person speak harshly to the children, and it wasn't all that harsh! I am always reminded that these are young children, in formative years, and that it is my responsibility to not "harm" them in any way.
While I find some of it really sugary-sweet, I am touched by the tenderness with which each one it greeted and treated. I would like to be a child at that school...

When they reach Elementary, everything shifts into a whole other gear. Gone are the soft, tender voices (I'm not saying the staff isn't loving - just not baby-ing.) and the determination to make every situation one that is beneficial to the child. The children at Elementary are facing the world of state mandated testing, and it drives how they act, how they approach things, and how they are expected to manage their own lives. Gone is the mother; now the teacher is a guide, a facilitator - a teacher of higher expectations academically. The kids handle the transition well; it's just sad to me that they have to deal with the stress at this age.

I'm glad I went to school when I did. Hours of handwriting to make sure we had good penmanship, holiday activities, recess !, listening to my teachers read novels to us daily... and I turned out pretty smart! Somewhere along the line, those in charge decided kids need to be grown up by age 7. I disagree, but I'm not in charge.

So, I'll keep walking in daily with 4 and 5 year olds going into school with backpacks bigger than they are. I'll work until I retire making the lives I touch a little less stressful and more fun. I'll try to delay the inevitable as long as possible.

Monday, November 17, 2008

I'm searching for this candle....

We had a wonderful time in Cypress with the Johnsons this past weekend - little Liz is filling out nicely, and Erin looks wonderful! We kept her all by ourselves while Mom and Dad went out to eat, but they didn't stay long. I'm glad to report that all went well on our end, and Liz was none the wiser!

All the way home, I would move, and a whiff of her would fill my brain and heart. I hate to wash that blouse, because then it will be gone. So, I want a Liz candle; that combination of sweet breath, baby bath and baby laundry soap. It would hold me over until I see her again -

This grandma thing is pretty wonderful!

Friday, November 14, 2008

Lucky Little Liz


There are so many ways that Liz is going to have a good life; her parents love God and each other with all their hearts, are committed to their marriage, and will make sure her life has all it needs to be safe, healthy and secure. She has a wonderful Aunt Dana who adores her and two sets of grandparents who could easily spend every moment looking at her and teaching her all about life. She has a great dog to play with and lots of little friends already in her "circle."

But today's post by Erin made me laugh and know for sure her life will be fun as well!
Lucky, lucky Liz!

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

What to do?!?!?

If you were to receive a windfall, what would you do with it? Think you know right away?? Well, it's driving me nuts... a new incentive to keep teachers in the district and reward them has a little check coming my way in December. At first, I knew right away what I wanted to spend it on, but as the time nears, I find myself with a list of several, really good options. (Andy and I always give carte-blanche to the person receiving the windfall, so the decision is mine and mine alone.) I most likely go with my first impulse, but I find myself not wanting to regret it and wish I'd chosen another use. What an awful dilemna!!

Do I go with my first impulse, draw out of a hat, play scissor, paper, rocks? Let it sit in the bank until I'm sure? Help ?!?!

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Veteran's Day, 2008

Coming to school today, I was filled with thoughts about the Veterans that I know. I hope they know how much we love and honor them -

Curtis Knight - my uncle who fought WWII with his brothers, received the purple heart when shot clean through the lung. His brother Jack received the Congressional Medal of Honor and was lost at sea when shot down. America meant the world to those brothers.

My dad - not truly a Veteran, but worked Civil Service all my life for his government. Instrumental in developement of the C-5 bomber that still flies over San Antonio.

Robert Hutton and his sons - I always pray for their safety - they are such good men.

My father in Law- Frank LaMore. A Navy man that didn't talk much about his service until these later years. I guess some things you don't talk about.

Tyler Bryan - a new Marine. I hope he stays safe.

And today, I'm thinking of Elizabeth. What does this world hold for her and her generation? Will America remain strong and safe? Will she face fears and sacrifices her mother and aunt never faced? Let's hope these military men and women of today and our future continue the strong determination of our Veterans to ensure their lives and freedoms.

Monday, November 10, 2008

An accappella weekend

"Sing them over again to me, Wonderful Words of Life
Let me more of their beauty see, Wonderful Words of Life.
Words so sweetly given, wooing us to Heaven -
Beautiful words, wonderful words, Wonderful Words of Life -
Beautiful words, wonderful words, Wonderful Words of Life!"

We had a great weekend!! Saturday night, we had some folks over to sing - hadn't done that in a while, and it was past time. Not the largest crowd, but the ones who came sang and sang with energy and passion. We sang old songs, new songs, Christmas songs - everyone just called out their number and we sang. Very sweet. The oldest person there was 93, the youngest 30. We sang until everyone was pretty well worn out, ate a few cookies, visited a minute and then called it a night.

Yesterday, the singing continued - Jamie did a wonderful job leading us, and we sang in praise and worship to the Father. You just cannot beat 4 part harmony for stirring the soul. I hope He felt our love and adoration -

To finish the night, we went to Whataburger; 4 couples for a burger. While there, a singing group from another church came in, and when they were all seated, began singing "Sanctuary!" Well, we just jumped right in with them! You should have seen some of their faces - like, "How do they know this song and those parts?!" It was great - reminded me of singing in DQs in my college years. One of our men was impressed that they could pull it off accappella - just goes to show you!!

What a great weekend!!

Friday, November 07, 2008

Mothers and daughters -

Today is my mother's birthday. She would be 81 had she lived; that is hard to imagine! Lately, with Elizabeth being born, she has been on my mind a lot, and I think she would be pretty excited. With Elizabeth, the use of that name in my family is extended now to 9 generations - something she would point out to everyone. She liked to call Dana that, just to get our goat, and would continue it here as well. She really liked to joke around with folks, and always grumbled that I was not able to "take a joke." I won't go into it here.....

Now that I am a grandmother, I wish that she were still around for Dana and Erin. She had so many talents and abilities to share with them. But unfortunately, the end of her life was not affording her the opportunities to use them. Our loss as well as hers.

As time passes, I recall more often the good things about my mom and our relationship, and I hope my girls do, to. She was their Granny.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

No, Spurs, No!

Man... first, the election, then I find my Spurs at 0-3 for the first time in their history!! The moon must be full, or the apacolypse (sp) is near. Elizabeth is in the hospital, so that adds to my stress (She is fine; needed some antibiotics and fluids). I am in a funk, and need some good news to perk me up -

All I know is, life will go on. My Father is in control.

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Well...

After a long, long season of campaigning, it's here. I keep thinking that we are going to go back to the racial strife of the 60s, and I really really hope I am wrong. I voted, as I have in every election for President since I was 18, and this one felt ominous. I know God is in control, I trust in the American process, and I hope that peace prevails.

May God bless America.

Friday, October 31, 2008

First Weekends

The first weekends of each month are my favorite. Selfishly, I enjoy the fact that Andy has Men's Breakfast, and I can sleep in after he goes. The funny thing about that is that, I really don't get up any later, but I can if I choose!! He usually comes in about 10 am, and I'm getting my "Sell This House" fix.

This weekend will be a good one - Halloween and the Spurs tonight get us going, then we have a quiet Sat. Sunday will be the blood drive and elder's meeting, so I won't see much of Andy in the afternoon. The time change kicks in, so we get to snooze an hour longer!! (Wonder if Liz will notice the difference!!?) and then we are in the first full week of November ! This year is flying by school-wise. I'm down to 2 years until retirement is an option!! YIPPEE!

So, enjoy your Halloween and your weekend -

Thursday, October 30, 2008

The big confession

In those hazy, quiet moments before sleep overtook me last night, with Andy rolled over with his back to me, he said, "I have to confess something to you."

O.K. I'm awake now. Really awake - what is it; an affair, a big purchase, did he wreck the car, did he get fired - WHAT!?!

"I forgot our anniversary this week."

Not our wedding anniversary. Oct. 28, 1973 in the chapel of the Huntsville Funeral Home. We met. 35 years ago. I wasn't especially impressed that night by him, but that's another post. His best friend and my good friend of a month introduced us, and except for a week when he was stupid and broke up with me, we've been together ever since.

"That's okay, honey. I forgot, too."

:)

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

"Table" for one

My lunch-eating buddy is out on sick leave for the next few weeks, so I am left to eating alone. Usually, I eat in the lounge and we visit, but it's not so great a room I'd enjoy being in alone, so I've been eating in my car and listening to the radio. I know as a person with eating issues that that is a big no-no; eating alone and in the car is a double-whammy. Too much isolation and focusing on what I'm eating, but I really don't want to sit in the lounge alone either. At least I can sit with my windows down and watch squirrels, butterflies and birds go by on these beautiful, cool days. Soon the election will be over, and I'll find something else to listen to.

I'll be glad when my buddy is back!!

Oh, yea - the Spurs start their season tonight!! Whoo-who!!!

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

2nd grade sweetness

My last group of the morning is 3 little 2nd grade boys. Freckle faces with gap-tooth grins and lots and lots of energy. Two I've had since the beginning of school, one joined the group last week while I was gone, and has had a "deer in the headlights" look about the whole lesson cycle we go through. One of those kinda tough little boys who aren't impressed by much, at the ripe age of 8 years.

Anyway, to today. One skill mastery we have is to have the student read a word list that we have been practicing over a certain sound. Today was the first one for the new little guy, and I let him go last so he could watch first and build up his courage. The first boy didn't miss a word setting quite a high bar. Next came the "better" reader, and he took his time and also made a perfect score. The pressure is now really on the new little fella, and I reminded the other two that it was his first one, so we would give him some grace. He took the list, sounded out the first word, and got it right! They gave him a big grin and thumbs up, and he got a little grin on his face. With each word, the encouragement continues, and his grin grows, while his brow is furrowed with pressure. Finally, with all 3 of us in rapt awe, he finishes the list perfectly! You would have thought the Super Bowl had just been won! "Good job!" "You did Great!" and so on. Big grins and bigger stickers plastered on their shirts, they all trooped back to class, ready to show and tell the class about what they'd done.

It was a good day to be a teacher!!

Monday, October 27, 2008

A week with Elizabeth and her mom

I don't know where to start with this post. I know that lots of women have had their daughters become mothers before, and that they have become grandmothers for the first time, and that lots and lots of baby girls are perfect and beautiful (my two, for example.). I know that. I know that what happened in our family last week was just another birth; thankfully a short and uneventful one in many aspects, but just one of many as supported by the numbers of babies filling the nursery at the hospital. As I watched other families oohing and aahhing at their baby, I felt a kinship with them of wonder and peace. Who knows - Elizabeth's future college roommate or husband may have been in there with her! Anyway -

Last week was wonderful. I took in so many things that I will hold forever as memories, some sweetly tender and loving, and some just down-right funny. As I lay in my bed, so glad to have made it home, I just felt Liz against my shoulder and smelled her sweet baby hair. Such a peacefullness filled me that all is well. The end of a healthy, happy pregnancy and birth. Now, her life with us begins, and we are all witnesses to it.

My Mamaw was my hero in so many ways as I grew up. I hope that as Elizabeth grows, I will be that to her - so that in years to come, she will remember me with the same love and honor.

Nana loves you, Elizabeth!

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Ready or not....

Tomorrow is Sunday; and it looks like I might be coming home. I told Erin this morning that I would stay a couple of more days if she felt like she needs me, but that I only have 5 days left to use later. We had a good night last night and the news on the jaundice is good, so I think I will be okay to leave. Not happy, mind you, but okay. I would have to leave eventually, and I think this way I will have some days to return if she needs me.

Erin has posted some pics of the family on her blog: http://www.johnson-junk-drawer.blogspot.com/ Adorable, right?! To quote a line from the movie, Where the Heart Is: how do you love something so fast that you just met?

Well, it's about dinner time, so I'd better go be the mom. Real life for the Johnson family begins tomorrow evening!

Friday, October 24, 2008

Watching the kids

Coming over here on Monday, I wasn't sure how the week would pan out. It's gone SO fast, and I feel like Sunday is going to come before I feel ready to leave Erin. She is doing so good - I am amazed with the composure both she and Gregg have shown in their sleep-deprived state. The more agitated little Elizabeth becomes, the softer and calmer their voices and touch. I was never that wise... sorry, Dana.
We've - they've - had a rough couple of nights, especially last night. We had a dinner of Erin's request, laden down with dairy products, and that didn't sit too well in Liz's stomach. Erin figures she slept about an hour. When I asked why they didn't get me up, Gregg grinned and said that SOMEONE has to be awake today while they sleep. Good point....

She is beautiful and perfect in every way, and when this eating settles in, her little thighs and arms will be chubby like Erin wants them. They are off right now, seeing the pediatrician, and will be home soon. Then, my shift begins!!

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Next stage, please....

Yesterday, Andy and I entered another stage of life. Elizabeth was born, and while I don't feel any different, I am different.
She is beautiful and perfect in everyway, praise God. Her little life has impacted us and made us focus more on little things like fingers and toes, blonde tuffs of hair and little chirpy noises. She stares at us, just a face surrounded by swaddled blankets, and I can't wait to unwrap her and touch every part of her.

Gregg and Erin showed such maturity and calm, although my daughter who'd never been in a hospital had to have multiple attempts at her epidural and other unpleasant things. She was drowsy and drugged throughout the evening, and yet showed a calm and peaceful side to herself that cheered me. It was her safety and comfort that was on my mind most of the way to her side, and seeing her in the bed was the most beautiful sight I'd seen in a while. She will be a loving, fun mother.

Now, tomorrow, we take Elizabeth home. To her room and her bed and all the lovely things that await her there. She will be surrounded for the next few days by her Nana and Daddio, who will try to keep from grabbing her at every turn. Then, when the week is over, it's up to them. Then the fun starts.

Monday, October 20, 2008

YIPPEE!

Gregg just called - Erin is in labor!! Pray, pray, pray!!

More later!!

Friday, October 17, 2008

What a week!

What a week! Sunday through Tuesday, Austin. Betty was a wonderful roomie and travel partner - we managed to agree on room temperature, which is a biggie for me! The conference was a 7 on a scale of 1 to 10. My dear Shanon was not in attendance, which dropped the value quite a bit.

Getting back to school on Wednesday meant Benchmark Testing. Ugh. Testing 2nd graders and expecting them to remain quiet is like the nailing Jell-O to the wall example. It just isn't going to happen. At least on Thursday, they could leave once they finished. So, school was wierd.

Now, today is more like normal. At one end, the weekend! Yippee~yi~yay!! And Liz is ever nearer!!

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Out of Pocket for a while....

Come tomorrow afternoon, I will get in my lovely maroon Envoy with my Aggie Mom decal and drive to Austin. Now, it's not as dangerous as it used to be, in fact I know some Aggies who actually live there and like it, but for me, it's unnerving.
I am going to a dyslexia conference with some of my co-workers, and will be out of blogging range until Wednesday. Don't know how I am going to handle not READING my blogs, but perhaps I will find an outlet somewhere. I will have my phone in case Liz comes early (don't get your hopes up, Erin!).

I love staying in hotels and eating out, and I've warned my roomie that I like the room nice and polar. I will try not to snore....

The best part will be seeing my dear Shanon! She will be there as well, and I hope we get some time to visit. I love her, and every chance to be with her, I take. Let's just hope the knee holds up and lets me manuever myself without too much discomfort.

So, take care and I'll be back!!

Wednesday, October 08, 2008

Morning glory -

This morning, I was greeted by the most wonderful blast of Autumn air! Just driving to school with a window down started my morning with a smile on my face - by noon, I was sweating again; the morning's freshness just a memory.

Everywhere you look right now are images of autumn color in all its splendor. I really, really want to take a trip to see it for myself, but that will wait until retirement. Perhaps I can talk Andrew into a Hill Country day-trip to appease my wishes for now.

Wish me luck!!!

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

In reference to Jackie and Darla

One of my favorite children's stories is "The House the Jack Build" where each page build on one event or character after another. Don't even know if it is still in print, but this past weekend made me remember it with a vengence. Then, I read Jackie and Darla's blogs, so I'll follow suit.

Friday, we went to SA to shop for school and the upcoming shower. Had a delicious steak along the way at Red Lobster. Now, if only the Spurs had been on the radio!

Saturday, we met up to clean and decorate for the shower. Groceries to buy later along with cookies to pick up and then stuff at the house.

Sunday was the day. Fix food for the luncheon, worship, lunch (delicious, Jackie), shower, collapse, bed. Doesn't sound like a lot, but I was worn out. Didn't even make it to worship in the evening, but I knew this was going to be a rough week at school with benchmark testing and I needed to rest somewhere along the way.

Didn't even email my father-in-law, and he called twice to check on me. Such a creature of habit!!

So, that was the house that Amy lived in this weekend.

Thursday, October 02, 2008

Can she pull it off?

Tonight is Sarah Palin's chance. She's got one good opportunity to reach back into the parts of her that got her where she is and show the nation that McCain's not senile in choosing her after all.

Truthfully, if it were up to me, I'd dump the other 3 and start over. She's the only one I'd have lunch with, and spend time listening to what she has to say. Those men just don't "do it" for me.
I fear for our nation, no matter who wins.

Let's cross our fingers and settle in to watch!

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Perks of my job

When I was told at the end of the year that I would be traveling from campus to campus, I was apprehensive. Shanon assured me I would love it, and Dana assured me that those 1st graders would be so much fun. So it began....

Now, 6 weeks into the year, here are the perks:
No lesson plans or grades
No duty - NONE !
My groups are 4 at most
Meetings are a thing of my past - if my supervisor needs to tell me something, she emails me! All she asks is that I drop in a couple of times a week to "touch base" and fill her in. This, I can do.
I share rooms with 2 amazing teachers, who show me professionalism every day. My new friend at Primary is superb and kind, and shows me the ropes at my new campus. My co-hort at Elem. is still the same, and I love it!
I get mileage for my whopping 1.5 mile a day transition drive!!
And best of all -

The stress of the past years is gone. I feel like the teacher I knew I was, and it is wonderful to feel that way again. I still plan retirement asap, but at least this is do-able. The day flies by and before I know it, it will be the holidays.

So. Shanon and Dana were right. This is starting off to be a banner year, and I hope the good times continue. And while I don't "belong" to any particular campus, I feel appreciated at both. What more could I ask for?

Monday, September 29, 2008

Spurs post #1

Yippee!! The long, 3 month drought of Spurs-mania is over!! The boys begin training camp today, and soon my ears will be ringing with news of Manu's acl, Tony's summer in France and Tim's aged abilities. New guys to learn and "old" guys to miss - how can we play without Robert and Brent ?!?! What will happen with the HEB commercials?!

Even though Manu will be out until after Christmas, we'll still see him on the side-lines, cheering on his team. I'm sure he'll be back better than ever, and being an odd-numbered year, it's time for another Championship!!

Next to Liz being born, this is the highlight of my Fall!!!

Go, Spurs, Go!!!

Thursday, September 25, 2008

26 years and 1 day

Happy Birthday, Erin!! My little one, my spunky child, my singer and dancer. The persistent girl, the teddy-bear collector, and more. All grown up now and awaiting her baby girl.

When I think of Erin as a child, I shake my head. For many reasons. She perplexed, entertained, questioned, and demanded. I watched as she grew from a little ballerina in a green tutu to a bride of immeasurable beauty walking to her groom. Now, she prepares for motherhood, with questions and fears just as we all have had. I tell her it will all pass and then she will have Liz, but right now, all that faces her is the process. And the swollen feet, and the emotions coming from all directions.

When you hold your child and dream of what life holds for them, you have no idea. Sometimes it is pain that you must go through with them to come out stronger, and sometimes it is sheer joy and laughter. With Erin, it was been much more the later, and I am so appreciative. She is a treasure.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Voices from the past

Last night, Andy and I went over to my home church to attend their Gospel Meeting. As he got home after 6:30 and needed something to eat, we walked in soon after the singing ended and they introduced the speaker of the evening. We sat down next to my dear friend (we literally ran into each other on the sidewalk of that church and began a life-long relationship), and while my body was in 2008, it wasn't long before my mind was in the 60s.

That is where my dad would lead singing, and prayers, and announcements, and - well, you know those little churches. My mom wrote the bulletin that sat on the round table by the door. I noticed the guest book is no longer there - what did that mean? As I scanned the pews, I could see Sister Spence in her crocheted cap on her head. She taught me Bible stories with Pipe Cleaner characters and Felt cut-outs. We gave our monies for the missionaries in a Band-Aid box at the end of class. Next to her would be Sister Kinchen. Her husband demanded lunch at noon, so she left every Sunday after the Lord's Supper to be in subjection to him. The Perrys would be in front and the Ankroms beside them. The Maxwells, such dear, sweet souls. Now, all are gone, and as I sat there, it dawned on me that Cathy, her two sisters and me were the only ones there from my past. That was a moment I won't soon forget.

What I recall about those people I named that are all gone now is that church and God was serious business to them. The men, especially, were sour faced and somber; no "Joy of the Lord is My Strength" would pass across their lips. And yet, you knew they loved both you and the Lord, and nothing was going to harm the church as long as they had any say. If they walked into a church today, would they even recognize it?

So while things are not at their best right now, there is still a core of folks who have hope. A new co-minister set-up with the church in Natalia has everyone optimistic about the future for the first time in as long time. I'm adding the church in Poteet to my prayer list, and would apprectiate if you would as well.

Lots of wonderful memories came back to me last night. It was an evening well spent -

Monday, September 22, 2008

7 years ago....

Today is the anniversary of my mother's death. I told Andy this morning it seems like just the other day, and yet so much has happened in those years. Erin asked me this weekend if I'd thought about her much with Liz coming, and the answer is yes -for me, but probably no for most other people. I don't dwell on the dead; I have peace with their lives and where they are so I don't let it be the focus of my thoughts. But I have given much thought to how she would be enjoying becoming a great-grandmother and doing all the creative things she loved to do. Am I sad she will not get to hold Liz and sing her silly songs and tell her funny stories? Definately. But I'd like to think, if there was a way for this to happen, that she's met Liz already in the great beyond, and told her all about us. What we are like and how we will love her and teach her all about God and His goodness to our family. About what I was like as a little girl and her mother's fun and playful personality. Her sweet Aunt Dana's care and concern for others and her Daddio's strong, loving nature.

Mayber when she's older, I'll ask her. I may be surprised!

Thursday, September 18, 2008

"Teacher Maims Student While Playing Games"

Second graders do not play nice... I wanted to thrash them and the games. Grrrr! So much for a nice, quiet Friday!!

Make a wish -

This is the season of birthdays in the Johnson/LaMore family. Gregg's great dad, Lin had his on Tuesday, and Andrew's was yesterday. Erin follows on the 24th, and so it goes.

I think Andrew was pleased with the day. He had lunch with a group of his co-workers, then came home and joined me for a quick Chinese dinner. We went to church and then came home to open gifts and cards..... we'll finish up next weekend with the girls. Dana is treating him to Cracker Barrell Breakfast and lunch with Mom and Dad. Should be a great time, despite Ike!!

So, Happy Birthweek, Andrew! I love you exponentially!!

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Ireland, revisited

Not the country. A family name that sent cold chills down my spine earlier in the school year. A second generation I've been dreading....

The worst year of my career was 1990-91. It was my second year in Pleasanton, and I was sent to work at the Jr. High with emotionally disturbed kids. (Most kids in Jr. High ARE emotionally disturbed anyway, but this group was certified!) One of the boys' last name was Ireland. Throughout the year, he gave me grief and drove me to want to quit almost every day. I gave up on him, and I've thought of him several times over the years, wondering....

When school started, I got not one of his sons, but 3. Yep. 3 little stair-steps. I almost cried with visions of that year running amok in my brain. One is a 1st grader at Primary, the other 2 are 3rd graders. (One failed) So. how is it going 4 weeks into the year?

I have to confess that I truly LIKE these boys. They must have their mother's temperment, except for the middle one. He is just like I remember his father, except he isn't evil. It's like I'm seeing him in a time-warp; before the bad stuff that warped him got ahold of his soul. He wants SO badly to please me, to do well, not to embarrass himself. I've made a pact to him and to myself, that this year, he will read. Maybe never grade-level, but he will function if I have any say in the matter. Then, he won't have to act silly or be a bully to divert his lack of skills from his peers. I'm not going to quit on this little man, because I want redemption for the lack of effort I put in to understanding and caring for his father. This is a second chance for me, and I will give it my all.

And in seeing my care for him, the others will learn to care as well.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

What is it with me lately?!?

I don't get it... I am usually not a crier. Life has taught me that tears don't change anything or fix it, and for a while, nothing made me cry. My head was logical and my heart was hardened. Not even the monthly hormone rage made we weepy.

Now, I cry. Happy, sad, disappointed, patriotic, memories, dreams, you name it. I read a story - I cry. I talk about Liz - I cry. I look in the mirror, and I cry. I think of things I've dreamed that didn't come to fruition - I weep. Yesterday, I sat in my car and cried a while. Just me and Rush Limbaugh. The tears flowed and then I had to act like I had allergies when the kids came.

I don't think I'm depressed... I think I'm 53 and things hit you differently then. Your husband doesn't "get it," and you worry the kids if they find you crying for no reason, so you hold it in until you are all alone, and just cry. It's the one thing you can do when there are no other options to alleviate the situation, and you feel better afterward.

So, while I don't understand what's going on, I'll just go with it and maybe it'll pass soon.

I really, really hope so.

Monday, September 15, 2008

A Time to Work, a Time to Rest

I know that this is not part of Eccesiastes (sp) per se, but it sure fit the LaMores this past weekend. I've discovered that as we age, there is just time when the body needs to rest - not so much from physical labor, but just to give the soul a break. As we neared sleep last night, Andy talked about how much he'd slept over the weekend, and for him, it was a lot. I could tell by his tone of voice that it bothered him, but I assurred him that it was alright every now and then. I think his mind is overwhelmed with work, church, kids, me, life in general. The body just has enough to go on for so long. Add the stress of not knowing what it was Ike wanted to do, and that was it.

I hope you and yours all survived the storm - or lack of, here - and are back into your routine. I know I'm grateful for cell-phones!!

Saturday, September 13, 2008

This, too, has passed

After days and days of speculation, planning, buying and praying, Ike has come and gone. Here in our little town, south of San Antonio, we got nothing. Nada, nyet. A little breeze this morning, but nary a drop of rain.

Erin, Gregg and Dana rode out the storm at the Johnson home, and lost power for about 6 hours. None of them know their work status as of this post. But they are safe, don't face the awful task of driving back into Houston with the tens of thousands here in SA, and have a great story to tell Liz sometime in the future.

Praise God for looking over my Houston family and all those who were protected by His loving arms.

Friday, September 12, 2008

A nice surprise

Today, as I was leaving Primary, I went to turn some papers in to be copied for next week. As I walked down the hall, a bulletin board stopped me. It had pictures and info on the new staff at the campus, so I stopped to read. One of the new faces is a Ms. Joiner, who grew up in Abilene. When asked her favorite sport, she wrote, "Go Wildcats!" Now, if I remember right, that's ACU's mascot - so maybe we have a new sister in our midst!!

Her room "just happens" to be right next door to where I work, so I'll be stopping in to visit with her on Monday. Pray she is just waiting for someone to invite her to worship!!

Thursday, September 11, 2008

A little knowledge is a dangerous thing....

ever try to keep 6 to 9 year olds on task when the storm of the century is coming to Pleasanton? It is beyond even the most capable teacher's abilities. When is it coming? Will my house blow down? Could I drown? What will happen to our school, and so on and so on.

Sad thing is, those same questions are running through my mind!

You can almost FEEL him outside already; the sky looks stormy, the trees sway in that ominous way, and people are in a rush, even in our little town. I have things to do to prepare for the arrival, and know that everyone here is also going to be at the store. Football games have been moved, and we dismiss early tomorrow.

All this worry and preparation for something that may not even happen!! Gregg and Erin had to cancel their trip home thanks to this storm, so it better be a doozy!!

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

so much for cuddling!

Lots of times, I go to bed and fall asleep before Andy turns in. I don't like it, but I need more sleep than he does, and I honestly think he likes the solitude after I am asleep. However, on Monday night, he announced as he left for visitation that Tuesday night, we would turn in early and cuddle. (I never said he was spontaneous!) Anyway, last night, we were watching Frazier on cd, laughing our heads off, and the episode ends. He grabs the remote, puts up the cd, and shuts down the living room. We are going to cuddle! I go in, get ready for bed, and - you guessed it - fell dead asleep. The last thing I remember is him turning on the shower.

I felt SO bad this morning - the man was being just what I wanted him to be, and I botched it up. So, during breakfast, I apologize. "For what?" he asks. For not being awake to cuddle, I reply. He grins and says, "We cuddled for 30 minutes! You snored, and I cuddled."

32 years of marriage. I'm so glad he still loves me!!

Tuesday, September 09, 2008

Yet another storm

Ike. Another hurricane aiming at spoiling my plans... Erin and Gregg and Roarke are planning to come over for the weekend; Erin's last one out before Liz arrives. Now, we watch the spaghetti models to see what Ike has in store. Erin tells me they're still planning to come, and so Ike just better behave himself!! A pregnant woman has her mind made up and it will take more than a category hurricane to stop her!!

When I was little, my grandparents lived in Alice, Texas. During the 60s, there were several devastating hurricanes; Carla, Camille, and more who came in at Corpus. My grandparents' home was made of very thick concrete, and sat right on Hwy. 281 heading north. My grandparents would put a sign on the road, offering safe harbor to ride out the fury. Strangers by the carfull would find food and pallets laid side by side in the huge "front room." They stayed as long as was necessary, and were given what they needed.

It set a powerful example for me to see. Real-life Good Samaritans at work.

Friday, September 05, 2008

A realization in HEB

Yesterday, I faced HEB. I'd put it off as long as I could, even sending Dana last weekend, but now the time had come. No yogurt, milk, butter, eggs - well, you see why.

I don't shop with a list; I go down the same aisles in the same order, and the stuff I use hops in as I pass. Not really, I wouldn't dread it as much that way. But, anyway, as I scanned the rows and rows of items, it dawned on me that I was looking for cold-weather foods; chili, Taco soup, stew. Jambalya crossed my palate as I neared the sausage. That's it! My taste buds are tired of the same, hot-weather foods we've been eating since March! It's time for the good stuff, that warms you down to your toes.

Lucky for me, when Liz comes, and I go to stay a while, I can have all that good stuff ready for Gregg when he comes home after work. Assuming the Houston area knows it's winter by then!!

MMMMmmmm - can't wait!!

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

And, they're off !!

My morning started watching a scene unfold that happens all too often these days in Elementary schools.
The teacher I share a room with is the Resource/Behavior teacher. She wears a radio so they can call her to come running when a child has a "crisis." Today, it was a 1st grader I'll call "John". He'd already been brought to the room for a "time out" and left seemingly under control. Things are not always as they seem.

About 9:15, I went out to pick up my first group of 2nd graders, and heard footsteps running toward me. It was John, and he was running. I stood there, because these days, you don't go after a kid unless you are specifically trained on the physicality of the moment. As I stood there, the teacher I am with and the principal chased John round and round for several minutes. He was an adrenalin filled 8 year old and they were grown women in work shoes. He clearly had the advantage and new his path well. After watching several laps and near-misses, John found himself cornered, and collapsed into a heap at the feet of the teacher. She and the principal put him in "transport" mode and took him to seclusion, where they called his mother. She came up, said all the right things, and went home. My co-worker says it will last for about a week, and then, they'll do it again.
There used to be one child like John in a district. Then, one per campus... later, one per grade level. Now, it's almost one "runner" in each class.

Please. Finger print me. Put my scores in the newspaper. Take away my laminating budget for the year. Give me a child or two like John.

Teachers don't ask for much. We just would like to teach and be left alone.

Tuesday, September 02, 2008

There, but by the Grace of God, go I....

This weekend, with all the news of Sarah Palin and her pregnant daughter and other thought-provoking things, I have been thinking about my life. I have two daughters, and by grace, as well as good choices on their part, we were not faced with the situation she finds herself in. It does not always matter how hard we try to raise them, sometimes things just don't go the way we plan. I know that anyone can find themselves in settings or circumstances where things go tragically wrong, and life is changed. We have several friends whose kids made poor choices, either with sex or drugs or stupid driving or a multitude of things, and the outcomes were tragic. When we forget how close we ourselves come to the fire on occasion, we set ourselves up for heartbreak or disapointment. Then, God steps in, and spares us from ourselves. I've learned many lesson from hindsight, and I hope that life continues to work itself out as it has in my life and in the lives of my husband and children. I also hope I am spared from looking down my nose at those who find themselves needing God's grace.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

A tiny, tiny world

Last night, we had our last speaker of the Summer Series. He talked a lot about the Church; how tied together we are all over the world. It's one thing my mom always told me, "go into any town, and if you find the Church, you'll have family." I love seeing "The Church of Christ welcomes you" signs as you pull into a town; it gives you a commonality right away.

Anyway, last night, he talked about how, usually, if you meet someone in the church and talk with them very long, you find that you have a person in common... kind of a "6 degrees of seperation" on a Heavenly basis. One person we knew in Katy, Mac Brockman, new EVERYONE. Looking back at him, he was a kind of Gregg - friendly, outgoing, welcoming. Never knew a stranger, and with the capacity to make you feel so important in no time.

I'm so grateful to have so many connections to the church - just think of all the folks we'll know in Heaven!!

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Now, we begin

After all the hoopla, the first day of school has come and gone... all the work, meetings, papers to fill out, schedules to figure. Done. The kids are all here with their new supplies (which will be gone in a week/two!), fresh haircuts, and new shoes. Their backpacks weigh as much as they do, and the look of anticipation is on their faces.

For the first time in two decades, I was not on campus when the first kids arrived. I was working at the Annex, my new "home" and felt strangely out of place. No one to guide to their new teacher, no parents bustling to work with the kids safely in place. My job has changed, and it feels odd. I float from campus to campus not really belonging to either -

I just hope my paycheck finds me today!!

Thursday, August 21, 2008

My roomie - Patti

Teachers by nature are territorial; our rooms are our havens - our desks, our private sanctums. We can close the doors and rule the world from our own little area. It just comes with the job.

For 4 years now, I've shared my room with Patti. I was apprehensive, to say the least, just because - well, it's sharing. But I have to say, as we start this new year, it's been one of the things that have kept me laughing and sane when I thought nothing could.

Patti is one of the few remaining teachers that have been here longer than me. We happen to worship together, but never really became "close". I don't know that either of us would call each other "best friend", but I know I rely on her a lot. She has a good perspective on what's important to making kids successful and feeling good about themselves without all the doting and games a lot of teachers play these days. And she's a true warrior for the kids' she teaches. She's tough, but kind. She also has the talent to make adults chill out when things get goofy, and I appreciate that. She sees beyond "the test."

There are good things that I do for her as well. We make a good team. We both feel a little odd about this new schedule of mine, but we'll get through it together.
We confide in each other about family and work, and I value her opinion about things. I hope she does mine.

So, Patti, here's to another year. I'll stay if you will!!

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

From Monday

Every year, our Superintendent gets us a motivational speaker. Last year's was amazing, and I was apprehensive about topping him this year. Well, our speaker was very talented, and kept us entertained not only with her topic, but also with her singing. She is the younger sister to Larry Gatlin, and shares his vocal talent. Along with her inspirational tidbits, she shared the following. I'll let you take what you will from it....

(Based on the musical scales)

DO - Do the right thing. Always
RE - Realize your potential by helping others reach theirs
MI - Mind your manners - manners count
FA - Fears can be turned around
SO - Solutions begin with me
LA - laugh !
TI - Time is valuable
DO - do it all again!

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Off with a bang!

Well, the school year has begun, and I'll have to say, it's quite different. Monday's breakfast was the beginning - for the first time since 1981, I did not sit with the Elementary Campus for the meeting. Instead, I sat with my new co-workers. There are 3 dyslexia teachers and our supervisor, so we are an intimate little group.

For the beginning of the day, I will work with 1st and 2nd graders. Dana tells me I will love them, but right now, I feel anxious. I'm not quite the same temperment as Primary teachers, and I fear I will scare the little guys. I do mean guys, too. Our of a dozen, one is a girl. Moving on...

After I finish there, I will journey back to the Elementary and have my conference and lunch. Following that, it'll be 4 back - to - back classes. Now, I teach the same curriculum to them all, so by the 6th session of the day, I may be on rote recall. Hopefully, the day will go fast, and we will do just fine. I do have one group that is ahead of the others, so that will give me a bit of a break. I hope.

So, these early days of the 08-09 year are a little confusing and this old dog is learning to adjust to the new tricks given me, but I think I will end up liking it. I'll miss having a "home campus" but I like what I don't have - duty, meetings, etc - more.

And the best part - I have 2 1/2 years to go!

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Silver vs. Gold

Last night, we stopped our Care Group discussion to watch Michael Phelps swim for Gold #7. It wasn't a deep, religious discussion or anything, but everyone was watching to clock so we wouldn't miss the race.



When he squeaked by his next competitor, winning by .01 seconds, we all yelled and slumped back into our seats. Then, we heard that the team for the silver medal was posting a protest saying he'd won over Michael. (Silly people!) Anyway, even as the protest was going on, they had the medal ceremony.

As I watched the ceremony, something odd stuck me; usually, if an athlete thinks they have been "cheated" out of gold, they are more that dour on the podium while receiving a silver medal. Not this man - his pride and excitement over winning a silver medal at the Olympic Games shone brightly on his face, and he was truly happy. Would he have been happier with Gold? More than likely. But he had just come within .01 of being the greatest Olympian ever. That's a lot to smile about in any game.
To me, that was the face of the Olympics I'll think of when it's all over. Giving it your very best, and knowing you have been among others just as talented or better. Being at peace with what you've done. And loving it.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Where to start...

The weekend in Dallas was wonderful, if for no other reason, I was reminded how much my son-in-law is loved. That translates into Erin being greatly loved as well, and that makes every mother happy. You hear horror stories about girls marrying into families that resent or dislike them, but I can honestly say, those people in Dallas love Erin. But I'll get back to that later...

On Saturday evening, we ate at III Forks Restaurant. There were 11 of us, and we were in a room to ourselves for the majority of the meal. Our waiter was a pro; his life's work was to serve people and help them to enjoy their evening out. Our one fault was that we were all tee-totalers, and so his "sales" suffered because of that, but I think he enjoyed us as much as we did him. If not, he's up for an Oscar for his acting.
This place was, for me, out of a movie in and of itself. The walls were covered with autographed celebrities who have eaten there, and that was fun to look at while we waited for our table. Then, came the food. Amazing; the best salad I have ever put in my mouth, and the corn was the next best. Corn. But not just corn. My mouth is watering just thinking of it. The beef tenderloin was good, but I'll stick with Saltgrass on that....
For desert, the best strawberry shortcake I've ever had.

Erin's shower the next day was something else. I think my gift to Gregg of a baby SPURS suit was the highlight of the day, but perhaps not... all the Dallas folks thought it was pretty funny!! Anyway, they were truly "showered" with everything you can imagine, the car barely had room for them to go back to Houston, but they made it just fine. All the men were there in the Johnson/LaMore family, so that was fun as well. It was amazing to see the turnout and the true affection the ladies feel for Gregg and his parents. Liz is a truly blessed little girl.
And to think, we get to do it again in Houston in a month!!

Saturday, August 09, 2008

Greetings from Big D !

Well, we made it to Dallas and Gregg's family home for the upcoming shower tomorrow. Can't wait for Gregg to open "his" gift; I looked high and low for it.
We are going to Restaurant Week tonight, that will be a blog in and of itself; I hope I can relax and enjoy...

Better go visit!

Thursday, August 07, 2008

10 Things I hope for Liz

Here, in no particular order, are 10 things I hope for Elizabeth Marin' Johnson:

1. That she will see faces and animals in clouds and dirt, and all sorts of interesting places.

2. That music surrounds her.

3. That she lives in a community that shows her a diversity of humanity.

4. That God is part of everything that surrounds her.

5. I hope her mom lets her make messes. (Erin's mom didn't, and I regret that.)

6. That books and puzzles and games stimulate her mind.

7. That Roarke lives to be an old, old dog.

8. I hope that God blesses her with lots of brothers, sisters, and cousins to play with.

9. I pray that she will see everyday how much her mommy and daddy love each other.

10. I hope she has curly hair.

Monday, August 04, 2008

Nothing in particular

Not much to talk about today. We had a busy weekend, with another coming up, and then it will be the end. The last week of summer vacation for this old girl. It's been both eventful and mundane; not at all what I planned, yet restful and given to lots of introspection.
Last night was our usual gathering at DQ after evening services. We pretty much packed the joint and had to re-arrange the furniture for us all to fit in our little clumps, but it was fun. One thing I love about my life is that, everywhere I look, I see love. I am surrounded by friends and family, and even when I am just sitting in a pew after the last "amen" I can look around and watch love in action.It is in the joyful faces of Dana and Erin's peers coming home with their babies to visit, or the look of compassion on one face while listening to the heartbreak of another, or the quiet concern of men gathered in a group discussing someone who needs help. Love. In all forms and functions. And it's mine to drink in and envelope into my soul.
So, perhaps I did have something to say today. I am blessed beyond measure.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

A Silver Anniversary

Earlier today, I was writing a long overdue note to a former teacher. Recently, I've run into two former students, Joe and Becky. Joe, as you may have read earlier, is among my top 5 students of all time, and Becky drove me crazy every day I had her. I prayed for her to be absent; she was HORRIBLE on 9 days out of 10. Several times, she'd - well, let's not go into all that, let's just move on. In spite of all that, she came up and hugged me and told me how she wished she was still in my class. (Perhaps I should try acting!!)
Seeing them both reminded me of Mr. Franklin. I grew up calling him "Dickie" because he was in my brother's class, and everyone called him that - his name is Richard. By the time I got into high school, Mr. Franklin was a teacher. He was also the yearbook sponsor, so my friend and I signed up to do yearbook with "Dickie." That decision changed who I am today in a powerful way - he made me editor, which forced me to deal with people and situations that I'd never have felt able to do. I doubt he gave it a moment's thought, but I see it as a pivotal moment in my life.
So today, after all these years, I'm sending Mr. Franklin a thank you note. I've intended to do it for many years, but just haven't. I hope I say what I want to express to him my gratitude. This is my 25th year to teach, and I hope there's someone out there that feels even a small portion of that towards me. It will make it all worthwhile.

Monday, July 28, 2008

How did I know?!

On our first date, Andy and I went to a concert at the Student Center of our university, Sam Houston State. The artist was B.W. Stevenson, of "My Maria" fame, and he (Andy) promptly forgot my name when a buddy of his walked up and introduced himself. Great first impression that one was!
Fast forward to yesterday. I'm sitting in the pew following the invitation and a couple of responses, and there he stands, sharing with the congregation the needs and concerns of the folks who came to the front. As I sat there, my heart just filled up with the most wonderful sort of pride; to hear his speak so lovingly and compassionately about the circumstances these brothers and sisters in Christ had found themselves in.
How DID I know all those years ago that he would evolve into such a man? I knew he had good qualities and a love of God and a desire to grow in His will, but I didn't spend a lot of time thinking about those things. Over the years, God has molded and shaped his heart into what it is today, and as I sat and watched him yesterday, I felt so blessed.
Erin asked me once how I knew he would be a good husband. I told her I didn't, that I just loved how he kissed!! Thanks be to God for giving me so much more that I ever dreamed of!!

Friday, July 25, 2008

Teacher's Pet

I try to act like it at the time; I try to make them think I don't favor one over the others, but sometimes you just can't help it. There comes along one who jumps in you heart and you can't do anything but love them, no matter what they do. I've had several over all the years, but ran in to #1 this week at the store. (At least he's #1 until I run into another!!)
I don't know if I've posted about Joe before. He came up to me in the check-out line this week and grinned and said, "I'm going to have a baby!"
Now, even with the Manu-facial hair, he still looks like a 4th grader
and the twinkle in his eyes melted me right there. Luckily, there was no one behind me, and the checker saw we needed some time, so she didn't rush me. He pointed out his girl-friend and parents, and so after I grilled him there at the register, we walked over and I met "her." His mom and dad still look in their 20s, and we've had a great relationship through the years, so it was wonderful to see them as well.
Joe tells me he will be a Senior this year; they will make him shave, but he knows it will grow back. The baby will come in March; he is working two jobs so they can get their own place and not live with the folks. He promised me a graduation announcement, we hugged and each walked to our cars.
I don't know if Joe ever learned to read - I did everything I knew how to teach him. The day of his TAKS test (or whatever they called it then), he turned the page, looked up at me, and drew his hood over his face while laying his head down. I walked over to him, rubbed his back with one hand and pointed word by word though each story. We were both exhausted by the time it was over, but we made it. I don't know if he even passed this year; my guess would be "no", but he has stuck it out and is on track to graduate. School has not been easy for Joe, but he has earned it.
It's enough to make me ready to go back and find another Joe.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Deeann, the photographer

All through the years, my cousin Deeann has taken lots of grief over her passion for "capturing the moment" with her camera.

It didn't have to be any special occasion - stop on the side of the road and take a pic if the scenery were pretty and we were together. Her brothers especially grumbled on occasion at having to stop something they were doing - probably sports related - for a picture.
But on Tuesday, at Aunt Mary's funeral, I'll bet they were all glad she was so persistent. The video of family pictures flowed before us, some terribly funny and some heartbreakingly sad. It was a perfect panorama of the family's changes as the years went by. Not all of them were Deeann's - A beautiful, young Mary holding her son Ralph, who died at 3 years, and a portrait of Aunt Mary with a Deeann-looking Sandra who followed Ralph at 7 years. Her young, handsome husband, Billy, who she adored and lost so many years ago, and Bobby who we gathered together only a year ago to mourn. I think, however, my favorite picture was the last. It showed a huddled group of team and fans following a Millsap Bulldog football game. You couldn't tell if they'd won or lost, but you could see Aunt Mary. Right in the center of the group, there she was - tiny, frail and looking quite old. It was beautifully taken, and I'll bet those brothers were not complaining as we watched it that Deeann had had her camera ready as always, to catch a perfect moment in time.
It's funny, our roles in our family. Deeann, on this occasion, full-filled hers perfectly. Thanks, cousin.



Well, at Aunt Mary's funeral last week, I was thinking how glad we should all be with her now. The slide show was quite a documentation of the family's change through the years, both greatly funny and sad. To pick a favorite would have been truly hard, but I think the last shot of the show was my favorite. It showed a scene at the end of a Millsap Bulldog's football game, with everyone in the center of the field. I don't know if they won or lost, but there, centered right where you could see her, was Aunt Mary. Tiny, wirey, old aunt Mary