One week down....

Tomorrow is the end of March. Two months to go... some people are already counting weeks and days until the end of school, but I usually wait until the beginning of May. Don't want to appear too anxious!

It was a good first week back. My stamina lessened as the week went on, but I still did better getting through the day than before my surgery. I told my principal that I guess I didn't know how bad I felt until I started feeling better. Some things are still uncomfortable and may be for a while yet, but many things are so much better!

I hope to stop talking about this surgery soon... I don't want to become one of "those" people who dwell on medical things, but right now, I have a lot to say. Hope I don't bore you!!

Enjoy your weekend; we deserve them!!

An "Unexpected" Gift

When I was in the hospital, Andy and the kids went down to the cafeteria so he could get something to eat. Later, he came in with a bag, and informed me that he'd seen something in the gift shop that he thought I'd like, and he'd give it to me when I was "ready for it."

Now, I'm not a peeker, but everyday for 7 weeks now, I've walked by this pink bag on his dresser; tempted but not giving in to looking to see what was in it. Andy isn't an impulsive gift-giver; he usually tells me about something he saw, but that's about it. With that in mind, I'm really anxious to see what the devil he would get, and WHEN WOULD I GET IT?!?

Today was the day..., well, actually it was supposed to be Monday, but he was sick and forgot to give it to me. As I opened it, I knew that no matter what it turned out to be, it was special. He'd written a check not in our budget (see Dave Ramsey here!) for something he thought I'd like. It was to commemorate my new beginning back at school; healed and back to the routine. As I opened the little blue box, out came a beautiful egg, covered in yellow tulips. Yellow tulips - Spring. New Beginnings. Love and hope, all in a pink bag.

I'm really glad I didn't peek!!

All Good Things Come to an End

Well, I'm back at school. Yesterday was the first day back, and it went pretty well. My legs and feet were tired and sore, but the stamina held up. Everyone I saw seemed glad to have me back, and the kids were so cute. My little Amigo, Cheyenne, stood back and looked at me a long time, not quite deciding what to do. I finally grinned at her and said, "If you want a hug, come on!" She came over and held on tight for a bit, then went back to get in line. Several people came in to visit, and even my custodian hugged me! How nice is that?!? Beth brought me back a WONDERFUL new cd from Tulsa Workshop, and I was singing along today. Medicine for my soul.

Today was a little more challenging. It's just going to take some time ....

On a whim....

Many years ago, I took piano lessons. For 3 years, I sat on the bench and did as little as I needed to to keep mama off my back and get through the lessons without too much embarrassment.
A friend and I took them at back to back, so my favorite part was playing with her before and afterwards. Not quite the dedicated musician my brother was proving to be.

Now, in my mid-life years, I find myself regreting quitting those lessons. I thought about taking up the violin, but seriously doubt I have the arm strength after going to the symphony a while back. Those people have the stamina of Olympic athletes!

Today, I was looking at craigslist.com, and went to the free area - thanks, Susie!! I found a listing for a FREE piano, in Floresville!! "May need tuning" - you think?!? It's in a storage unit, and "weighs a billion pounds". I have nowhere to put it, don't know a piano tuner at all, but I emailed the owner to see if it was still available.

Now, I thought Andy would flip when I told him what I'd done, but he just said, "I think I know that name." This is HUGE for my husband - he usually thinks I'm out on a limb big-time, and he didn't say a thing?! This surgery has really affected him!!

I'll keep you posted....

Amy has a little lamb

I've always liked collections that people have. I think they show a certain aspect of their personality, and offers nothing if not conversation starters.
I've had several collections - clowns, birdhouses, old hymnals, etc. Along the way, either I outgrew the collection or I just quit looking for them.

When Andy became an elder for the 1st time, I began to study more indepthly the Shepherd/lamb portions of scripture. I came to love the 23rd Psalm truly for the 1st time, and I began to "feel" Andy growing more and more responsible for his own little flock. With that came the next logical step; I wanted sheep.

Now, sheep are not always easy to find; usually in baby departments or around Easter. I have a Willow tree figurine given to me that is the woman tenderly holding a lamb, but don't try to buy the boy shepherd apart from the Nativity - it gets ugly!! Anyway, to date I have about 5 little white lambs.

Today, my friend Susie brought me my newest. She found her for me in Tennessee on a visit to see her son over Spring Break, and wanted to give it to me. Now, Susie has given me things for many years - and provided things for me which I can never attempt to repay. She loves me for some reason, and has blessed my life with her friendship greatly. I took my first trip to Tulsa with her (and Ed), and they've been with me through thick and thin. I wanted to name my new lamb after her, but she said to wait, she's looking for a special one that is more "like her". So, I'll honor that wish. But I'll remember her love for me every time I look at the lamb.

Her name? Roxanne - after another of Jesus' precious lambs.

friendships far away

I've been reminded twice in the past 4 days of the value of certain relationships. I get so caught up in my "here and now" that I tend to drop the ball with those I love who live far away.

Over the weekend, while Andy was off with his brother and other manly men, I spent the day with my mother-in-law. We don't see them a whole lot, so I was looking forward to having a whole day with her, almost to myself. (Dad was there, too, but busy with his own stuff) Now, Mom is not one to sit all day and not work at something, but on this day, she gave it up for me. I met up with her at the table about 8:30am, and except for about 30 minutes, we talked all day. It was wonderful. She's had a most interesting life, and even after 30+ years, I learned things I'd never known before. After my dear Mamaw, she is probably the woman I respect most on this earth. That evening, we drove over to her daughter's home for dinner, where I was once again reminded that, even though you don't see someone all the time, you can take up like nothing ever left off. She is gracious and fun, a good cook and dear sister-in-law.

This morning, as I was laying in bed, my phone rang, and it was my friend Dianne Connell. When all was said and done, we'd talked 10 minutes shy of 2 hours, like we saw each other everyday. We had babies together, and her husband is who brought Andy to the Lord all those years ago, so we have a deep history together. Her wisdom and clarity always bless me, and I hope she gets just a bit of goodness from my end. I do miss her....

This surgery has shown me so many ways in which I've been blessed - I hope I never forget!!

Call me "Editor"

I had some really good teachers growing up. All through school, they made sure we learned the spelling rules and grammar do's and don'ts, and my mom was a stickler for the same. I pride myself on my spelling abilities, and other teachers have been known to ask me to proof stuff for them. I find it an odd but pleasurable talent.

My friend has written a book, and we've discussed it over the past year on several occasions. Being her first effort at being published, she's doing all the little last minute things before sending it off to be printed. Last night, she gave me a big surprise when she asked me to read over and edit it for her!! WHOOPEE!! Today, she brought it over. I'm doing my first read-through when I finish here.

I know from writing my children's story how nerve-wracking it is to let someone read your writing, and what a big step it is to hand it over to someone else. It's like opening up your soul to someone for their inspection. Vulnerable isn't descriptive enough. I'm so honored she trusts me - I promised her I'll be very professional, and kind. I'm sure it will be great.

Who knows - this could be the start of a new career for me!!

Neopolitan, anyone??

When Dana moved home after completing college to teach her first year, she wanted to redo her room. It had been light blue since the house was built, and she'd outgrown it. So, she picked a lovely suede brown (dark) color and redid her room. Very cozy, just too dark (and brown) for my taste.

The other day, after seeing Dr. Massey, we went to get paint. Now, we'd picked out a couple of ideas, but when it came time to mix one of them, I'd changed my mind. I found a lovely mauve color that I thought would look just right in the room on the west side of the house, even though Andy thought it may not be quite right. I prevailed, we bought paint, and went home.

Thursday morning, Dana leaves to head back to San Marcos (sad face here!), and we begin the process. Andy tapes up the things he thinks need it, and begins to patch up some little holes with white stuff. Now the room looks patchy, but soon it will be alright.

Sure. He opened the paint, and it was PINK !! Once he began to do the trim work, it looked all wrong. That's when he makes his "this looks like neopolitan ice cream" remark, and I almost fainted. I ran to get the swatch, and it DID NOT MATCH ! This was not good, but we'd spent the money on the paint, and it was going on the walls no matter what!

Luckily, once it dried, it was the right color - the one that matches the swatch - and it looks good. To me, anyway. It's still too pink for him!! You'll have to come see and give us your opinion, even though it'll stay that color for a while!!

Enjoy this beautiful day!

Zing!! That speeding bullet you just heard was whizzing past my head. It's official, the cancer was taken care of during the surgery - no radiation, no chemo - no cancer!! Visited with Dr. M. yesterday, and he gave us the news. Praise God. I never really felt like I "had cancer" but just the idea that something foreign and life-threatening grows within is a sobering thought. I thank you all for your uplifting my name before the Father, and I hope never to have to repay the favor!

This has been an interesting time. Not a fun way to lose 20 pounds, but I'll take it as, I hope, a jumpstart. I'm more alert, have more energy - mentally, at least - and my head is just more clear than I remember being in a while. I guess I just didn't realize what all was going on. Duh!!

This weekend, I'm missing a "cousins' reunion" up near Fort Worth for my cousin Bobby Aaron. Bobby's dying of cancer, evidently it won't be long. He's fought hard, and will leave this life way too soon. I'm really sad I'm not able to make the drive, but just going to SA and back is cause for discomfort the next day. Luckily, I don't go back to work until the 26th, so I have a little more time to recoup....

Dana's headed home, and Andy's getting her old room ready to paint, so I guess I need to get in there and see what, if much, I can do. There's always that "moral support" !!

Rain!! We love it when we can get it down here, but it does hamper our plans for Spring Break... Andy planned to wash my car, which REALLY needs it, and we need to work in the yard, but we are thinking it's not going to happen.

What I am enjoying is the thunder and lightning- it's been a while since we have had good 'ol thunder boomers, and it's great movie watching weather. Dana's getting caught up on her laundry while we enjoy "Little Miss Sunshine", "Stranger Than Fiction" and "My Date with Drew." She's fun to "talk movies" with, and it makes Andy sit down with us... he is wanting to accomplish stuff on his days off, silly man!!

On a really happy note, I found out that the Johnsons and Dana will be spending Easter with us!! Easter is my very favorite holiday, and I have such wonderful memories from my childhood and that of the girls. I am way excited to fix baskets and dye eggs again - and now, with Roarke coming, I have to include a treat for him!! (Prelude to grandchildren!)
I'm a really happy mom right now!!

I've written a children's book. It's about my experiences as a little girl at the Strawberry Festival when I was growing up, and it's my first effort. I've sent it out to a couple of local places, and while they were encouraging with my "style", they were not into children's books, or suggested I try having it published in a magazine first as a short story. A lady at church recommended an illustrator to me, but I've yet to contact her. It's scary putting your writing out there for others to see, and I fear rejection big time! My thoughts are to get some published and take it in April to the Festival to sell at a booth, to see what type of interest there would be. As it is March now, I've obviously missed this Festival, but there's always next year.

Wish me luck (and confidence!! )

Last night was great. Andy, Dana and I went to the Majestic to do the Bugs Bunny on Broadway presentation by the SA Symphony. As usual, the crowd was ecclectic - everything from formals to jeans - we were in between there somewhere. I handled the stairs fine, with Andy's steady hand to guide me - I'm sure I was a sight to those who saw us!! Andy sat between us and had a blast - it was so good for us all to get out and relax. I sat next to a lovely woman who was dressed in an elegant black formal. She was sweet, and I enjoyed conversing with her.

The show was about 2 hours long; and I have to say that the conductor, who has traveled the world over for 18 yrs. with this show, had nothing but glowing reviews for SA's friendly folks, the riverwalk, and its symphony. He kept talking about the cheese in his hotel room shaped like Texas, with a pimento stuck where SA is. The crowd appreciated his comments, and it was a charming evening overall.

Culture at its best!

One of my blogs that didn't publish was on Tulsa. Every now and then, I get what I call a "Tulsa Blast." It's where, out of nowhere, I get the "feel" or "smell" of the Tulsa Workshop. I can hear the singing, taste the Brownie hamburgers, feel the cold March air as I walk from session to session, remember the laughter and lively discussion of the day's events. It makes me want to go with such a yearning that I can hardly bear it.

The first time I went, I invited myself to join the Pursches. I had no idea what to expect; I just needed a boost and could tell from what they said, this was the place to get it. Ed warned me that it would be like nothing I'd ever seen, and he was right! Over the following years, I flew, I rode in a packed minivan and I rode with Robert Hutton through Austin at 90 mph! It didn't matter how I got there, just so I did. I went with Andy and without (I prefer the with!) and with both, neither, or one of the girls. The workshop was one of the few times we ever let the girls miss school unless they were bleeding profusely or running a high fever. They just did not miss school - but Tulsa was the exception. We felt it was some of our best family times together and exposed them to the church universal. We were "free" to think outside the box of traditionalism and heritage, to sing and worship uninhibited and to meet and hear amazing men from the brotherhood.

Andy says he doesn't "need" Tulsa anymore. I don't need it like I did, but I still love it. I want to go again, to take Gregg and experience it with him for the first time. But not this year. Surgery and other things took it off the calendar for now, but Lord willing, I'll go back.

For now, I'll just enjoy those blasts!!

Well - here goes. I've tried everything I can think of to get these posts to publish, and it's been pretty frustrating for a novice computer woman to deal with. Usually, I'm a pretty patient person, but this has been too much!!

My surgery was a month ago today. I'm about 80% back, I think - maybe 85. I know the day is coming when I have to go back to school, but I'm not ready. It seems like I've come a long way, but there's farther for me to go. Andy says he sees nothing but good coming out of all this; I really hope he's right. He's a pretty smart guy.

Tomorrow night, we are going to the Majestic - one of my favorite places to go in SA. The symphony is playing classical music to Looney Tune cartoons, shown on a big screen over them. Dana is joining us, and I feel it's a celebration for us all. Dana's - Spring Break and the corner turning to the end of the school year; Andy - a brief and minute respite from being my caregiver, and me - just getting dressed up and out of the house. I need something to make me feel pretty and nice.

Well. I'm about to hit "publish", so wish me luck.

Have a great weekend!

hi mom

It worked!

I love my heritage. I love the Church of Christ - it's all I've ever known. I can count back 5 generations of my family who have worshipped within its walls, and I take great comfort in having raised my daughters in it. There is a peace and comfort I feel when I identify myself with that group of believers.

One thing I particularly loved and, quite honestly, miss about growing up in that fellowship was calling everyone "brother ____" or "sister ____". It was like a secret identification code; if you called someone brother or sister, it defined a relationship with that person. As soon as you were baptized, that person - no matter that they were your grandparents' ages - were your new brother and sister in Christ. No first names, no Mr. or Mrs., but "brother Spence" or "Sister Maxwell." It was formal but at the same time, intimate. It spoke to those among us as having a bond that no earthly relationship could surpass.

Now, in our more casual times, we're all comfortable with calling the minister Ray, or the elder Bob, but is it the same? Have we lost something with this familiarity that our ancestors in the church knew we needed? Is our family - our brotherhood - as dear to us as when we called each other by these titles? I, for one, wish we could get that part of our heritage back... we need all the closeness we can get.

I feel like I have been on a seesaw. You remember those; one minute up, the next down. That's how my energy level is these days - one day I feel really good and back to my "old" self, the next is like I'm 100 yrs. old and have been cut open and rearranged - wait, I have!

Andy says I'm moving around better, and I agree, except for when I've been sitting too long. Then, it's like everything is stuck in one place and doesn't want to move. I've got to get going more on my walking, but there's part of me that is afraid still. I hear everyone saying to take it easy, and I don't want to mess up, but I need to be more mobile. I keep thinking it's early still.

Well, today is supposed to be a beautiful day, so perhaps I'll get outside more and enjoy it - at least I'm not stuck in my classroom!

Have a wonderful day!

My sweet Andy -

Here's how his life is running right now: He gets up and gets himself and the cat ready for the day, then he comes in and changes my bandage while giving me a report on how the opening looks. A quick peck, and he's off. He works hard all day, unless he has to leave and drive me an hour into SA for a 5 minute (tops) check-up. He delivers me back at home and goes to the pharmacy to pick up my refill on darvocet (yum!!). He goes by to pick up my check, which isn't there - it was mailed- and then goes back to work. At 6:00, he leaves, and comes home; fixes me dinner - thank goodness for left-overs!- and goes to Bible study. At 8:30, he comes home, changes clothes and sits down in the recliner with his blanket. At 8:31, I hear snoring. No complaints, no glares, just taking care of life and me.

I love to hear him sleep. I love him.

Andy and I have a roadrunner! The kids have been after us to "replace" Smudge with a dog or cat, and Andy has been steadfast in his denial that our lives are not complete sans pet. So, the other day, when we drove up from somewhere, there stood this big roadrunner next to our driveway. It turned and ran into our backyard, and I figured that was the end of it. A few days later, Andy found it in the backyard, and went outside to look at it. It stood right there and just looked at him!

A couple of days later, my friend Jackie was over to visit, and there was the bird, right by my back porch step! We watched it walk around, and then it left. I think we've seen it once more.

Now, I'm not ready to name it or anything, but it is fun to see; I know, I'm easily entertained right now. I just hope I don't start hearing coyotes!!

Yesterday was not fun...

Before I had surgery, Andy and I went into town and saw "Letters From Iwo Jima" and really enjoyed it. There was one scene, though that really was hard to watch: the Japanese soldiers were choosing to commit suicide rather than be taken prisoner by the U.S. soldiers. They would pull the pin on their grenades and hold it to their chest while it went off. After my surgery, all I could see in my mind's eye was my incision blowing open like those guys. Well, yesterday, I thought it happened!

Andy was getting ready to go to work, and I was laying in bed. I decided to get up to go to the bathroom before he left, and when I got to the restroom, I looked down and saw blood all over me! To say I panicked is an understatement. He had to get me laid down and put toilet paper over me. He examined me and said I had a little opening in my incision about the size of a pencil point. Then, he called Dr. Massey; whose office wasn't open yet. We waited. The blood seemed to stop, and I fell back asleep. About 9:15, his nurse called and Andy explained what was going on - she said I was probably fine, but to take me to the er just in case.

What evidently happened was that I'd built up a pocket of fluid underneath my incision and when it burst, it came out through my stitches. I remembered later feeling a really hard lump the day before right where the opening was. The er doctor gave me antibiotics and sent me home. To say I lay still all day is an understatement; I was petrified. I go see Massey Monday for him to look at it, but things seem to be okay. He told us it would continue to leak out, but it hasn't been too bad. I was just really down, I felt it was a big step backwards in my recovery. I was glad to know, though, that it wasn't something I'd done to cause it.

So, for now, I'm still here. Dana's coming to spend the weekend with her mom (and dad), so that will brighten my spirits. I'm going to try to keep things together, and hope to get to worship tomorrow.

I"ll keep you posted!

So much food; so little appetite! One thing that is REALLY frustrating me is that nothing I eat tastes good. Some of the best cooks in our congregation are bringing us dinner, and cakes, and all I do is look at it and wish I really wanted to dive in. I hear that sometimes the anesthesia does in your taste buds, and my stomach isn't back to normal either, so those two things combined make eating a necessary evil rather than the best buddy it's always been.

But maybe that's a good thing; maybe I can hang on to this new mindset and work it to my advantage. HMMM - weightloss by apathy.

Well, tomorrow is a big day; Andy goes back to work, and I will be left home alone. Normally, just another day in the life of a teacher married to a non-teacher, but now I am recouperating from surgery. We are both a little apprehensive about how I'll do; the getting around isn't a big deal, it's just the up and down that is still "iffy". My friend Jackie is going to come get me and we have a small outing around lunch, so that will cut the day in half.

I'll miss having Andy around - he's been very helpful while still encouraging me to do what I can on my own to get my strength back.
He'll be off again for Spring Break, though, so that will be nice. By then, I should be way more back to myself!!

I know what I've been wanting to tell you about! My surgeon, Dr. Massey, was an interesting man. I guess you would have to be to deal daily with women who are facing life-altering situations and not go into deep depression. I was referred to him by my ob-gyn, who I've know since Dec. I asked him if he would let Dr. Massey operate on his own wife. Now I realize what a foolish question that was.

Dr. Massey is THE gynecological oncologist in SA; he's the one women doctors go to when they get cancer. He's been in practice a long, long time, and does things his way. (My incision is vertical; not the typical bikini cut, for example) His hair is a lovely gray GI Joe cut, and his humor is subtle, but charming. A name plate behind his desk reads:Dr. Massey - at your cervix. He's a brother in Christ, and everyone (save one) I told had only praise because of his care for them or a loved one. So, I went into his office full of optimism and faith.

When we reached the office the first time, the first thing we noticed was that the Christmas tree was still up. Odd, but it was just January. Lots of shiny tinsel, Santas, garland, all throughout the office. Well, the other day, when I went to get my stitches out, it was still there, and so I asked the lady. She told me they keep it all up all year - for the patients. I also found out that they have a big party once a year to mark survival for the cancer patients, and once, Dr. Massey showed up in a purple dress and red wig. For the patients.

So, I am not looking forward to the end of my relationship with Dr. Fred Massey after my March appointment. I'm greatful for his successful treatment, and I thank God the cancer is all gone, but I'd like to keep in touch with this interesting man. He brings laughter and joy to people whose lives need it the most.

A week after the deed, I am beginning to feel like Amy is still in the building after all. While anesthesia is a great thing, and I LOVED my morphine drip, I don't like the after effects; the nasty taste that won't go away, the cloud of haziness that hangs over your head, and the idea that - for a while - someone had total dominion over you. Today, I feel things are a little more "normal."

Thanks to everyone who has prayed, called, sent cards, worried and took care of my sweet family during this week.I have a new-found respect for that poor deer I see in the paper, shot and gutted, and two new seasons of Frazier to watch once I think I can handle the laughing. It's still a little early for that, though. I'm almost getting up and down on my own, but by day's end, it's pretty tough. A friend said, "rest, rest, and when you're tired of resting, rest some more." Think I'll take her up on that.

Well, Andy is waiting for me to join him for a movie. We're doing a lot of WWII stuff; I've got 3 weeks to do the chick-flick thing!!

Have a good evening!!

Finally! It feels like I haven't blogged in ages, and it's only been a couple of days!! Switching to the "new" blog system wasn't something my oldie goldie computer wanted to do, so it took longer than I had patience for on any given day. Today was the day to bite the bullet and move on!

We saw the surgeon on Monday. 9:30 am is blast-off, but Andy and I have to be there at 5:00 for a pre-op shot. Great. I live an hour away, so I may as well just stay up and visit with the kids until time to go.

I'm having little tiny waves of panic every now and then, but for the most part, and am calm and ready to go. I have gotten so much encouragement already, and things at school are about ready for me to leave. I've told all my kids, and most of them just wanted to know that I'd be back. This is one of my favorite groups of students I've had in a long while, and I'll miss them - after a while.

A co-worker prayed over me today - she won't be at school tomorrow, and she really, truly believes in prayer. If there is a cell or hospital worker, or anything that needed covering, she did it. I was honored that she asked, and would have been surprised had she not.

Well, it's time for us to leave for services. Tomorrow is liquids, only day, so I'm going by HEB to buy tremendous amounts of Coke and juice. Look out ladies, I'll be racing you to the one-seater in the Alamo!!

Until later - take care.

Well, now I wait. Yesterday, I had an EKG, lung ex-ray; and a C.T. Scan plus MORE bloodwork. My sub is set; most of my lesson plans are ready, people at church are arranging food for when I get home, and so I wait. A week from today, my surgery should be a done deal.

Everyone continues to be supportive and offer advice. "Hold a pillow over your stomach when you cough or stand up" - "Take your pain meds 30 minutes before they are due so you don't have a gap" - "Don't rush" and "Don't let them dismiss you before you are ready" are some of the things I've been told.

The C.T. scan was a little odd. I didn't like being in the donut hole while it whirled around me, sounding ominous. The doctor was way too young to remember, but it was eerily like the time portal in Star Trek, so I kept thinking I'd just disappear. I know technology is good, and I'm greatful to have it working on my behalf, but it did kinda creep me out. That and the dye stuff running through my veins so hot I felt like I was being microwaved! Well, I survived and hope all those images are clean and healthy.

Tomorrow, I'm going up to SA to buy a nice, new robe. A girl ought to get something new to wear, right?!?

Have a great weekend!!

I'm writing in purple today in honor of my daughter, Dana. She turned 27 yesterday, and so today we are doing an "Ode to Dana."

Everyone says their daughter is the best, and I say that about both mine at every chance, but today Dana really is. She has spent her whole life giving me things to smile about, think about, worry about, and dream about.

Her birth was a little scary, and so I think that on top of her being my first, when things settled down and we knew she'd be okay, that just did it for me (and her dad). My labor was eternal, and to help me rest, my doctor ordered Demerol. Well, I got it, but then the shift changed, and another nurse also gave it to me. Needless to say, Dana was really relaxed when she was finally born, and things were touch and go for a while until it all got out of her system. Being the novices we were, we had no idea till later how serious it was.

Well, now she is fine; intelligent, beautiful, complex, wise, caring, loving beyond reason, and fiercely independent. I shiver to even consider ever being that independent even at this seasoned age, yet she thrives upon it. I pale in her dust on just about every realm - I just hope I had a little something to do with how amazing she is.

I know, enough is enough - but looking back over her life, I figure she deserves a little glory, and it IS my blog!

So, here's to Dana's 27th year. Let's hope it has all to goodness of last year's, none of the pain, and more happy memories than she can imagine!

Thanks for listening to a proud mom.

Andy and I feel very strongly about dealing with things up front and honestly. I had to adjust to that, since my nature is to run and hide, especially when things get rough. So, Sunday night, after we'd talked to the kids about my upcoming surgery (Feb. 9 - hysterectomy), we "went down front" and Andy told our church family what is ahead for us. People were curious and asking questions, because they knew I'd had a "procedure" in Dec., and were concerned about the outcome. I'd not had a chance to talk to Dana, Erin and Gregg, so very few people knew what was up.

What struck me about the responses I got were just how very tender my brothers in Christ were. I was hugged and kissed by so many wonderful men, who had tender words of encouragement and love. It was almost more than I could handle - some I expected, but others truly surprised me by their openness. I won't ever forget that.

And then there were the ladies! My goodness, you'd think this was the best thing on earth!! Each one who'd been there was so upbeat and full of good advice, and that was good to hear, too. I really hope they are right; and that I feel better and get a clean bill of health soon.

So now you know, too. I hear I have the best guy in SA doing my surgery, and that his people re-coup faster and more completely than other surgeons. There are things I'm certainly dreading, but overall, I'm optimistic and trusting in the Lord.

I'd appreciate your prayers.

I'm a happy mom - all my kids and the grandpuppy are going to be here to celebrate the 27th anniversary of Dana's birth. We're having friends over, the food will be plentiful, and the games hilarious to behold.

Then, Sunday will be the first luncheon of the "new" eldership and their wives at the Hutton home. I hope it's the first of a tradition to help us bond and grow more in love with each other for the betterment of the congregation.

Well, I'm off to visit with Dana - yippee!!

Cool day in the life of a teacher, today. On Thurs., Andy leaves early to meet up with some of his buds for breakfast, so I just toodle on and treat myself, too. Usually, it's a breakfast combo at Sonic - great bacon- but for some reason today, I went to McDonald's. Drove up, ordered, then went up to the window.

As I sat waiting, I notice someone inside RUNNING over to the window toward me. It was Mario from years gone by; now a man. He had this great big smile on his face, and stuck his hand out the window to shake mine. "How are you?" he asks, as I sit grinning ear to ear. It's such fun to see former students who remember you! We visited just a minute, and I notice he has a string of dollar bills pinned end to end from his pocket. When I ask, he tells me it's his birthday, and before I can stop myself, I ask how old he is. 23 !! He looks just like he did, only a little taller; same goofy smile and twinkly eyes. I added a dollar to his stash, wished him happy birthday, and went off to school.

At 9:40, Jimmy comes in. He's the boy with the cartoon voice I've mentioned before. Well, we start class, and he is on a roll. Soon, he has us all laughing - forget reading, Jimmy's on. He's eating up our giggles, and it just feeds him more. I know, I should've been strict, and kept us on track, but so what?? For today, we had fun. Jimmy left feeling like the next great standup comedian of the world, and the kids and I had our highlight of the day.

This was a good day to be a teacher.

Human relationships are fragile at best. You take people, and you build a relationship with them; open your home and lives and vulnerabilities to them and they to you,and for the most part, it works out just fine. We "fit" together with some people better than others, and we choose to knit out lives together and it enriches our time on this earth. Outside of our families, our friends make everything better.

Then, the breach. The hurt and disappointment of human nature tears those threads all to pieces, and you want to give up on making those bonds again. The one place it can be repaired is in the Church.

Last night, I was watching some people that 10 months ago went through a terrible fracture in their relationships. Not only are they Christian brothers and sister, but long time work associates. The depth of hurt and anger was staggering, and yet now they are talking, hugging, fellowshipping and loving each other again. I know things will never be the same, but I am so glad that they've been able to repair what was broken. All I could think was, "only in the Lord" .
Only in Him could these hearts be mended. I am so glad and greatful that these weak humans allowed it to happen, and I hope they continue on their journey. It's a marvelous example to us all.

Hospital waiting rooms have to be some of the most depressing places on earth. Today, Andy and I were visiting with some friends whose sister was having a procedure done, and as we walked around, we came up on several waiting rooms, each full of family and friends waiting. Some were talking, some in their own world of worry and fear. Some were watching the t.v. that had CNN scrolling the same sound bites every 10 minutes, not even paying attention to it. A few were eating, some read. Not many made eye contact beyond the initial recognition that we were not who they were expecting, then the head went down again.

Once we found our friends, it was chit-chat. We got caught up on what was going on with their sister, and briefly spoke to her husband. I could tell he didn't want to listen to us - he soon went behind the door to see if he could be with his wife. His eyes showed tiredness and worry - eyes that I have seen twinkle in laughter pretty much all my life. That's the look of a hospital waiting room.

It made me aware that people just need someone there to sit and wait with them - to help the long hours pass by until the doctor pops in for two minutes to give you an update. It's not much to do - but so important. I hope we were able to comfort and give a little cheer to my friends today; such a small thing that can mean so much.

"Thy will be done."

So simple to say, and yet so pivotal in our lives. RIght now, it seems like lots of people I know and love are at turning points in their lives, as am I, and I want to pray for them. At 2:30 this morning, as I sat on my bed and listened to Andy sleep, I prayed so specifically for people and circumstances; and when all was said and done, all I could end with was that phrase - "Thy will be done." It seemed to give me peace to just hand it up to the Father, and I lay down and slept the rest of the night full of the knowledge that He IS in control and that all my worries and desires to be the one in control are now in the hands of my God.

Now comes the wait. What will His will be, and how will my loved ones fare in the process? Like the old song we sang on Sunday night says, "There's no other way, to be happy in Jesus, than to trust and obey."

A plumber just left my house. One of our showers was busted, and we needed an expert to come and look at it before the kids come next weekend :). So, my being off today was just perfect.

He was here less than an hour, and his labor was $80.00. He fixed my shower, so he did what I needed, but $80.00?!?! I do not begrudge anyone who works hard, and he told me he is about to go out and dig a sewer line in the cold drizzle, but still. I don't earn that an hour and how LONG have I been teaching the youth of America?!? Please - let me rant just a minute.

Well. I feel better; he's a nice young man (boy, that sounds OLD) and I wish him well. I'll get over it. It's a teacher-thing.

Have a good day!

A brother as President? I'm intrigued by Barak Obama. I know, he's a Democrat, but he really has two big things going for him; he's running AGAINST Hillary, and he is a member of the church!! He's someone I plan to learn more about - I'm not above crossing party lines if the guy is right.
Wouldn't it be wonderful to have someone of like mind running the place when Bush is finished with his term? I know, he's young and inexperienced, but you gotta gamble sometime.

I found an article about his spiritual awakening when I googled him today. It's from Time magazine, and I found it pretty interesting.

Of course, I'd vote for Elvis before I voted for Hillary!!

Have a good evening.

Today was a nice, quiet day; naps interspersed with phone calls from my lovely daughters and 4 hours of "24" season premier. No fire - Andy even got the wood out for me last night - but still a lovely day under a light blanket. I don't relish the idea of making the day up, but seeing the ice sculptures on my trees and bushes made up for the cable being out.

I hope everyone was warm and safe; able to stay in and be happy. It does remind us of how lucky we are not to live where this is not months long.

Have a great evening!

This was supposed to be an easy week at school; Monday off for MLK Day, then school 3 days, then Friday off for the county Stock Show. Lots of kids here show animals for scholorship money and it's a big deal around here. Then, the weather changed. Today, we had 178 kids out, and the weather got worse as the day went on. We dismissed early and then came home to wait and see. Now, we find out we will not have school tomorrow. My guess is we will now go back for classes Thursday and Friday.

I already had Friday planned. I was going to head to San Marcos mid-morning and meet up at Dana's school. Have lunch in the cafeteria, meet her co-workers, spend a little time with her kids, and head back. Really was looking forward to the time over there, but now I guess those plans will be delayed. I hope I have another chance before the year is up.

Our oleanders in the back yard look like Donald Trump's bad comb-over! The ice on them has caused part to lay over to the right, and the rest to fall over to the left. Funny what you think of, isn't it??

Andy doesn't have to go in until 9:30, so we're up a little later than usual. He's already brought in wood for a good fire tomorrow, so I"m set. I've got the season premiere (4 hrs.!!) of "24" to watch and bar-be-que chicken strips for lunch, so I"m good to go. I just hope the power stays on!!

Well, stay warm, and drive safely. This global warming weather is pretty dangerous out there!!

So much on my heart today; to talk about it all would take too long and too much space, but I'll go with the one most pressing on my mind.

I've never believed in reincarnation; always figured you get this one shot, and what happens, you live with. But being in my 50s and having grown daughters makes you look back on what it is you HAVE learned, and how you'd like another chance. Now, Dana and Erin could not have "turned out" better, whether it's due to me or in spite of me I cannot tell, but I have no, none, zip regrets there. I do wish I'd done a few things differently, but how much of a change those things would cause I don't know.

I do know I wish I'd had more children. I didn't fight Andy enough on that; and we probably would've gone bankrupt if we had, but the more I see families with lots of kids, I wish that'd been us.

Now, our friends are trying to adopt this little beauty, and I sit here wondering if I'd have the energy or courage enough to begin again. This little one just "fell" into their laps, and she loves them already - you can see they fit as a family. I'm really hoping itworks out for them and that they get this chance to raise her in their home. No little girl would be loved more.

It will be odd, though, needing a sitter at their age!! :)

Winter weather is coming! You'd think it was the blizzard to end all blizzards, but it's probably going to be just a little ice on the road down here. I'm excited that we will actually be using our wood-burning stove, and get to cuddle up and watch some movies, but it makes me realize how unaccustomed we are to actual winter weather. I've always wanted to be "snowed in", so I'll take it when I can get it.

I may even wear my coat to worship tomorrow!

Enjoy the changing of the weather!

I'm going to SaltGrass for dinner!! Yippee! Dana is meeting us up there, and we will feast to celebrate the beginning of my new year. I wish I didn't enjoy steak so much; food should not be so enjoyable period. I know God gave us taste buds to enjoy his creation of edible goodies, but mine work overtime and fight against my self-discipline! Oh well, enough angst for today - I smell it cooking already!

Have a great Friday night!!

Well, my 51st year is gone. It sure went fast, and there are some things about it I will never forget. Here are just a few:

I learned that it doesn't matter how old your child is, when they are hurt, you turn into a she-monster who wants to kill the person who hurts your child. All reason flies out the window, and it takes all the discipline in you to behave and let things work out.

I learned your kids remember things you thought were nothing and don't have a clue as to what YOU thought were the big things to learn. Thank goodness!!

I learned my daughter is really smart, and that a son-in-law grows more precious every year.

I learned a vacation can be fun even if you are throwing up and sitting by the toilet most of the time.

I learned a LOT about Shitz-Su dogs, except how to spell the name!

I learned being an elder in the church is a delicate position; one that needs to be taken on with nerves of steel.

I learned a husband of 30 years is one of life's most amazing gifts; the seasoning of lives together fills the heart so full you think it will burst.

I learned that "just" teaching is not what I want to do anymore; I want to touch souls and make an impact on lives like I never have before.

Finally, I learned that 51 is only pertinent when I have to fill out some form somewhere.

Happy Birthday to me!

When Andrew and I married, I was determined to have a "better" marriage than my parents. They fought all the time; loudly and passionately. My mom was not meant to be one of those "submissive" wives, and my dad really wanted one of those, so there lied the problem. I grew up with knots in my stomach, swearing to myself that my marriage would not be like that.

The result of that that determination was that I always gave in. I rarely ever really demanded my own way if Andy wanted something to be different. It made things much calmer, but it made me begin to wonder if I wasn't going about this marriage thing the wrong way. I never told Andy how I felt, so he went through years thinking things were hunky-dorey. Inside, I was becoming rebellious. I've been able to adapt to a better way of making my ideas known, and it's all worked out okay.

Until lately. I've totally lost the little submissive self I was, and Andy is on the sidelines watching me morph into this totally different woman than he's used to. I don't duck and run and say "okay, dear" like I used to; I stand more firm than ever. Sometimes, I watch myself from the other side and wonder who I am... I hope I'm picking battles worth fighting and not just being difficult for difficulties' sake. I guess you can teach an old dog new tricks after all.

Today after morning worship, Andy and I had lunch with two couples from church. These 4 people are some of my favorites on this earth, and we had a wonderful meal. The food was the necessary evil to get us together, but the fellowship is what kept us at the table a long time after it was eaten. We talked about all sorts of topics - from adultery to tongue piercing to dipping snuff; and time just kept on going. Finally, one of the men looked at his watch and realized it was coming onto 3:00! We visited all the way out to the cars, and then headed home.

At 6:00, we were all together again, back at church, and visited more. One of the couples then went to eat with us again, so we stayed with them until 8:30.

My point, if I have one, is how lovely it is to spend the day with good friends; just laughing and picking brains and enjoying our commonality. No pretense, no false face or carefully chosen words; just being together and sharing lives.

I am truly blessed.

Sweet dreams -

In the movie, Princess Bride, "As you wish" were the words spoken to convey love by Cary Ewel (his character's name escapes me right now.) Often, I am struck by the things people say and do to show their love and affection for others.

For Andy, it's cleaning. When my dad was in a coma, and I was driving back and forth to SA with my mom, Andy cleaned endlessly while taking care of the "home fires" and two little girls. When both my parents died, he cleaned. When I've had surgery or anything like that, he cleans. It's his way of keeping things normal and secure, and I love him for that. It lets me know that, no matter how bad things look or feel, he is going to be there and life will be taken care of until I can handle it again. (By the way, I've NEVER handled house-keeping normally!) Nothing much rattles the man, at least outwardly, and he takes things as they come... and tries to keep my head on straight. I used to want him to comfort me in other ways, but this fits, and has for over 30 years. It's what we know.

I only hope I give him as much security in my coping as he gives to me.

Andy is waiting on me to come watch "Deal or No Deal." It's become one of our favorite shows, just to watch the thought processes the people playing go through; and to decide at what point we'd "Deal!" I think it's great fun - I've always liked game shows, but this one is one of my faves because the host enjoys it so much! It's a harmless hour to take away the cares of the day and look in on the good fortunes of the ones who choose wisely when to stop. It sure beats a lot of what's on the other channels!

Have a great Friday, and we'll talk again soon.

Back to work today; guess it was time. It was no nice having Dana here the past week, and I really wasn't ready for her to go back, but darn it, she did. Although with my procedure last week my plans got changed, it was really for the better. I have a couple of other things I have to deal with to really start this year off, but one glaring question keeps echoing in my head:

"Why does Coke have to taste to good!?" I'd have a much easier time kicking it if it just wasn't so lovely to the taste buds and refreshing to the palate.

The kids come back to school tomorrow; some will have gotten way over the limit in gifts, and some will have gotten none. I wonder if my little girl who was taken away from her mom will be back, and if Chris and his sister moved like he said they were going to. Lots to catch up on... I guess I'd better go.

Have a good evening.

Just what is a good life? Is it decided before we are born, do we have control over it's outcome - it it "the road not taken"? Can we recognize it as it happens, or does it surprise us in realization when we are old and see it in hindsight? Can our parents set it in motion for us by all their dreams and wishes and opportunities they give us? What about those people who have it "better" than we do... do they really?

Right now, I sit at the age of looking back. I think I've had a wonderful life, even though there are certainly things I'd like to erase and do again, although for the most part, it's been "easy." One good thing my mom drilled into my head was that looking back and wondering "what if" is only a futile exercize - it changes nothing and leaves us with regrets we have no control over. I hope Dana and Erin know that. I also hope they know their dad and I love them with all the love we have to give, and that we did our best.

Now, it's up to them. Today is Gregg and Erin's wedding anniversary, and I hope they always love each other like they do today - there is nothing like young love. They have a life of decisions to make ahead of them, and they'll make smart ones, because they look to God for their guidance.

Dana has the world ahead of her, and that is scary. I'd love to make her decisions for her, but I can't. If only you could go a little ahead down the road and see if things are what you think, and then turn back if they weren't - but that is what faith is, and she has great faith.

So, I sit back and watch. It was so much easier when they were little, and I could make them mind me!! Well, most of the time, anyway.

So begins 2007 -

Just what is a good life? Is it decided before we are born, do we have control over it's outcome - it it "the road not taken"? Can we recognize it as it happens, or does it surprise us in realization when we are old and see it in hindsight? Can our parents set it in motion for us by all their dreams and wishes and opportunities they give us? What about those people who have it "better" than we do... do they really?

Right now, I sit at the age of looking back. I think I've had a wonderful life, even though there are certainly things I'd like to erase and do again, although for the most part, it's been "easy." One good thing my mom drilled into my head was that looking back and wondering "what if" is only a futile exercize - it changes nothing and leaves us with regrets we have no control over. I hope Dana and Erin know that. I also hope they know their dad and I love them with all the love we have to give, and that we did our best.

Now, it's up to them. Today is Gregg and Erin's wedding anniversary, and I hope they always love each other like they do today - there is nothing like young love. They have a life of decisions to make ahead of them, and they'll make smart ones, because they look to God for their guidance.

Dana has the world ahead of her, and that is scary. I'd love to make her decisions for her, but I can't. If only you could go a little ahead down the road and see if things are what you think, and then turn back if they weren't - but that is what faith is, and she has great faith.

So, I sit back and watch. It was so much easier when they were little, and I could make them mind me!! Well, most of the time, anyway.

So begins 2007 -

Happy New Year!!

Andy and I just got home from a fellowship at church, and it was a blast! Not too many folks were there, but those of us who attended ate ourselves silly and played games until the magic stroke of midnight. It made me think about when I was growing up in the church; how serious and sour everyone acted - like it would be a big sin if you laughed out loud in the building or carried on like we did tonight. That is way too bad, because we would've been condemned like crazy for the loud and crazy noise we were making. There's something so sweet about being able to collapse in a man's arms in laughter and know he isn't going to think anything about it nor is anyone there. Is that the "sweet, sweet Spirit " we sing of? I doubt it, but it is a wonderful luxury the world can't comprehend. I was with Andrew, and when 2006 turned to 2007, we found each other and kissed, as we have for 30 years, save one.

Lots of dear ones have come and gone in the years we've lived here, and who knows how many more years we have, but tonight was a blessing I won't soon forget. My brothers and sisters in Christ were with me to mark another passage of earthly time, and I hope they all - as well as you - have a wonderful new year.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow.

Sweet dreams.

This world is just way too small. The other day, while I was waiting to go into surgery, the nurse and I were talking. She was quite a chatting young woman, and I really was just doing my part to be nice. The topic of school came up, then church. Come to find out, her husband is related to a member of our congregation. So, we discussed that commonality for a while. Next, I find out that her dad is a relative of MY dad's. Now, she is telling everyone around that we are cousins (at least 6 times removed!). By now, I'm the most important person there - well, actually I was the ONLY person waiting there - but now we had even more to keep us talking. It was a nice diversion for the time spent waiting, but it reminded me once again, that small communities as well as this world, tie us all together in one fashion or another.
So - be careful who you are not nice too - it's probably someone you're kin to down the line.

Have a good evening!

Yesterday, I had a small, outpatient surgery. Dana came home to keep an eye on us, which I appreciate, and all went well. I am on my way back to normal, but will try to milk the pampering I am receiving for a day or two - :) Not what I was planning to do over the holidays, but am most glad it is behind me.

Small town hospitals don't always get the credit they deserve in terms of care, but over the past few days, I've been impressed with the care and concern given me by doctors, nurses, and administrative folks at our little local hospital. I was just another procedure, and they could've just passed me through, but each and every one I came into contact with were very professional and kind; not in a hurry to just pass me through. It was a nice experience overall, all things considered.

Well, I'm about to get sleepy again, so I'll close. :)

Happy Christmas Eve! We are here at Gregg and Erin's , the girls in the kitchen, Andy and Gregg watching tv. We had a lovely lunch at Carabba's, and then it was back here. Worship was different for us old time Church of Christers, and we had lots of discussion about it. Don't really get into it all that much, but it was interesting... felt very "worldly."

We rode around last night and looked at some of Houston's grandest homes. Cannot imagine living in such a large scale, but it was nice to see. I guess they have the same worries we all do, just on a different level.

Well, the girls are calling. I guess I'd better get in there. I'm obviously missing something big!

Merry Christmas!

One of my favorite Christmas songs is "Away in a Manger." I always loved it for its simplicity, but really came to count it among my favorites when Dana was about 3.

I was teaching in Sealy, and every day, I took Erin and her with me to a lady who kept them in her home not far from the school. One day, Dana said, "Look Mommy, it's Jesus." I tried to see what she was talking about, but couldn't figure it out. The next day, as we approached that area, I said, "Dana, do you see Jesus again today?" and she said Yes. The only thing around was a bill-board with the picture of a man wearing a welding helmet and holding a torch. She said, "See Mom, it's Jesus," and started singing "Away in a Manger." I tried to get her to tell me how that was Jesus, and why she was singing that song, and she said that it was the "Away in a Manger" picture. So that's what we called it, "The Away in a Manger" billboard.

Through all these years, we still see that billboard. Its picture is hardly visible now, and I'm sure the business it advertized is long gone. But for Dana, Erin and me, on the way to school everyday, it was our picture of Jesus, and a chance to sing a wonderful song.

"Well - Amy Young, or used to be!"

That is how I was greeted this morning when I came out of the doctor's office into his waiting room. A sister of a life-long friend was waiting her turn to go in for her appointment, and it surprised her to see me come through the door. We chatted and exchanged well-wishes to each other's families, and then I left. I went about my chores for the day, took a nice nap, and then hit the blogs.

Now I'm thinking about Amy Young used-to-be. Before college. Andy. Dana and Erin. Tulsa. All God's people who have come and gone through my life all those in years. Amy Young used-to-be was a mousy, shy little thing; skinny with dirty knees and tangled hair. She didn't make much of an impression on anyone, and that was just fine with her. Most of the people who knew me then probably keep me in that little box, and would not even know me now. It's funny to think about, actually - to look back at Amy Young used-to-be, and to see how much she's changed.

At the doctor's office today, in some of those long waiting moments you have to endure, I was looking at a poster about menopause. The words "Change of Life" jumped out at me like the title of the movie "Cast Away." I think I even read them aloud a few times. The meaning had nothing to do with the way I'd always read it or heard it; at 51, my life IS changing daily. Each day takes me farther and farther away from Amy Young used-to-be.

Who knew I'd have so much to think about when I got up this morning -

Have a good evening!

I've been very sad the past couple of days... found out some bad news about a couple of my little girls from school, and the life they've been dealt kinda makes me want to scream and cry.

Andy and I worked very hard to provide good, stable lives for Dana and Erin. We "did all the right stuff" - church, "good" friends, culture, that kind of thing. We made sure they were happy and safe and free from most cares of the world. I used to tell them that God had given them to us to raise for Him, and that I was going to do my best to do it right. Praise God, they made it through so far without too much to deal with. These two little ones are not enjoying the life they deserve - and I am so angry and sad I want to say to God that His little ones don't need to face a life so hard at such a young age. I want to "fix" it and yet it is beyond my reach other than to love them and pray that they will grow into women who can face adversity and come out stronger. It kind of puts all the silly things I deal with into perspective and humbles me. And it makes me SO thankful for the care and protection my own daughters have received to this point.

I know that God's Will will be done, and that He knows the outcome of all this, so I give them to Him for His care.

When my mom died, and my sister and nephew moved to California, my father in law told us they'd love us to move back over to the Houston area to be closer to family. We did give it some thought, but when all was considered, we decided to stay where we are for now.
You see, my dear father in law was under the assumption that we were just here for my "family" and that since they were gone, there would be nothing here to hold us. I guess to some, that would make all sorts of sense, but there is a flaw in that logic.

Even though my biological family no longer live in this area, my family is alive and well. We are never lacking for someone to call or see or check in on, and the bond we have through Christ ties us like no other. Sure, lots of times we miss everyone in Houston, and we're looking forward to a big-old family Christmas, but our church family keeps us focused and happy here.

Tonight, we're getting together with some our brothers and sisters to watch a movie and eat together. I'm so greatful to God for providing this support system to us, and I only hope I mean as much to them as they mean to me.

Have a wonderful night. Sweet dreams.

When Andy and I decided to build our home, the lot we selected had no trees on it - not even a mesquite! In a way, it was like a blank painting canvas; ours to do as we pleased. We made some mistakes; like the little tiny tree Carl broke one night, and the beautiful loquat we had to cut down because it got too big and too near the house. But we made some wonderful choices too.

Right now, I live in New England! In the front, I have a Red Oak and a Bradford Pear wearing their beautiful Fall colors for all to see! They greet me as I come home from a long day at school, and stand out among all the other green trees on the block. I chose them specifically for that reason, and it took a few years, but right now, they are wonderful. In the back, outside my breakfast nook, I see my Bur Oak, Chinese Pistachio, and Chinese Tallow - reds, yellows, oranges, and all bright with the sun on them. The first good wind, and the naked trunks and limbs will be all I see, but for now, it is God's splendor at my beck and call. It reminds me of the cycle of life, and of God's love for me, that He made not only a creation for my survival, but for my enjoyment as well.

Pleasanton is known for it's abundance of lovely, stately live oak trees, and I do enjoy them, but on my street, among all the green, colors rule!!

Sweet dreams!!

Jackie and Andy have both mentioned in their blogs about going to the concert last night, so I'll just continue their theme. I guess everyone who went came away with something different; Andy at a concert is a beautiful sight to behold - total mesmerizing oblivion to the world outside the music; Robert "singing" along to the songs so quietly he didn't think I could hear him (there are no words- it's all instrumental), and Jackie - her face so excited with the "being there" to hear it all in person. What did I come away with last night with? A total peace. That all those folks would stop their hectic lives for a couple of hours to go sit and listen and wonder at music from so long ago played in such a modern age. A beautiful blending of ages and application. It kept away the burdens and worries of our lives while we concentrated on an event so long ago that changed so very much.

Thanks, Robert and Jackie. For everything.

Yesterday, as I went to lunch, I noticed some small, white beads of ice falling from the sky - it was sleet!! Several of us teachers were in the lounge, so we all ran to the door. For just a moment, there was silence as we watched something we don't often see here in South Texas - it was almost too beautiful! The sound of it hitting the ground and cars around us added to the effect. Slowly, children came across us and began to spread the news. As you can expect, there wasn't much work going on; as one teacher put it; there's no way I can keep this from watching this - we live in the desert!! It continued to fall for the majority of the day, and by the time we left, it was mainly soft rain falling. To be honest, I don't know who was more happy to see it; the teach or kids. It was a day not soon to be forgotten by any of us.

Today, I read a letter to all Aggie family members from Dr. Gates, as he resigns to become Secretary of Defense. It was pretty much what you would expect an outgoing college president to say as he leaves, but then I got down to the end. He goes on about how, no matter where he goes or what he does, for the rest of his life, he will "Bleed Maroon." I looked at that and I thought, what is it about that college that makes even a parental bystander like me feel loyalty and pride? I loved my college, Sam Houston State University, and am proud of my degree from there, but I don't "Bleed bearkat orange" for goodness sake.

I guess my love for A&M comes from the wonderful years my girls enjoyed there, and for the son God provided for us throught Aggies for Christ; for the focus and push it gave Dana and Erin to be better people and serve others - things they were taught growing up, but emphasized so beautifully at a time when they were making life-long decisions about who they wanted to be in life.

I don't know the point to this blog, other than to say that I hope Dr. Gates is able to hold onto those qualities he listed from A&M as he heads to D.C.
Heaven knows that place needs an Aggie or two!!

I am SO ready for school to be out for the holidays! Even though I know it'll go fast once it's here, I am just not in the mood to be at school. Whine, whine whine - I sound like I never get a day off, and never get to do anything fun, but I'm just not in the school mood. December just isn't fun at school anymore, and it's an endurance race to see who can make it to the end without losing it - the kids or us. Right now, it's pretty much a tie. Ebeneezer must be standing behind me, whispering Bah, humbug! Perhaps I'll find some mistletoe and go hunt up Andrew!!

Jury duty called today, and just like the other times, I wasn't picked.
They take one look at Andy's profession and I become a paraia to the defense. Doesn't matter that I would love the experience of serving on a jury or that I can make up my mind without him prejudicing me.
I sit all day with my magazine and wait to be dismissed.

On top of it, now I hear the school will take my $6.00 I earned for sitting there - grrrrr!

Where's the justice!!?!

Sunday afternoons are the best. After lunch, and until evening services, I love the idea of resting. Usually, I'm reading the paper and watching "Sell This House". If the mood hits, I'll take a nap, but I don't really like to. One of my angel girls might call, and I'd miss that! Andy's nap time hits him at about 4:00 - today he has an elders' meeting, so there goes that idea.

Today, I'm doing Christmas cards. I usually do them Thanksgiving weekend, but not this year. Oh well; I'll get them done today.

Have a wonderful afternoon....

In almost every way, I am like my dad. (Well, okay, not the bald part!) But in temperment, personality, and general nature, I see him inside me. He died in 1990, and I miss him a lot. I hear him sing at church, I smell his tobacco and greasy dirty hands, and I feel his ribs against me when I would hug him in his later years. He loved to whistle and sing; his whistle was kind of blowing with his teeth clenched together and lips apart, not the usual pucker. He was happiest when he was working; either on a car or in his yard.

I made him mad twice that I can remember. Once, I picked up a gallon of milk in a big thick glass gallon jug and promptly dropped it on the concrete. The other time, I took a black ink pen out of his lunchbox to do homework. That pen belonged to the U.S. Government and was not meant to be used outside the office. Didn't I know that...?

Jackie wrote about time on her blog today. If I could just manipulate one day, to go back and be with Daddy.... but I'll wait. I'll see him soon enough, and then time will not be a factor.

In almost every way, I am like my dad. (Well, okay, not the bald part!) But in temperment, personality, and general nature, I see him inside me. He died in 1990, and I miss him a lot. I hear him sing at church, I smell his tobacco and greasy dirty hands, and I feel his ribs against me when I would hug him in his later years. He loved to whistle and sing; his whistle was kind of blowing with his teeth clenched together and lips apart, not the usual pucker. He was happiest when he was working; either on a car or in his yard.

I made him mad twice that I can remember. Once, I picked up a gallon of milk in a big thick glass gallon jug and promptly dropped it on the concrete. The other time, I took a black ink pen out of his lunchbox to do homework. That pen belonged to the U.S. Government and was not meant to be used outside the office. Didn't I know that...?

Jackie wrote about time on her blog today. If I could just manipulate one day, to go back and be with Daddy.... but I'll wait. I'll see him soon enough, and then time will not be a factor.