That Gregg Johnson!!

I tell you what, if my son-in-law ever wants to meet you somewhere for lunch, just be prepared for something grand!!

Before he proposed to Erin, he asked Andy and me to meet him for bar-be-que in New Braunfels. We kinda had it figured out, but it was still so sweet the way he had it all planned out.

6 years later, and we're planning another "date" for lunch in Austin, along with his folks, Dana, Erin and Liz. I say to Erin, "I remember the last time we met Gregg...." and laughed. Well...

TaDa! Erin is pregnant! At the restaurant, they put a little bib on Liz that said, "Big Sister Liz" and turned her around for us to see. I sat there, dumbfounded, the rest of the time. What news!! Babies add such joy to lives, where ever they go, and this child will be no different! I am anxious to meet him/her in December when the time comes.

So, here we go. What's next?!?

May 22, 1976

Today in our anniversary - 33 years. What do you say about being married that long; we both have changed a lot - like every couple that survives life together that long, and I'd say there are very few things that I look back on with sadness or regret. Those things I regret are thing I did, or said, or neglected to do; but through it all, there's been Andrew. His stability and strength are part of what attracted me to him to begin with, and when things have been hard, it was nice to know that he would be the same. It makes things do-able and bearable.

We've lived in 3 great places in 33 years, and have attended 3 wonderful churches. Each one was just what we needed at the time, and we have such great memories of each one. Our lives as Christians have been strengthened and nurtured by each one.

Now, we are starting this new season of our marriage with a beautiful grandbaby and retirement on the horizon - the blush of new, fresh falling in love long gone, but the deep commitment of a marriage to hold on to. The peace and assurance that brings are priceless, and allows me to face whatever comes with confidence, because Andrew will be there, right beside me.

My, how things change

Today, I went to SA for a dr's appointment, and on the way home, I drove through my hometown. I took the turn at the DQ and drove down the street to the house where I grew up. As I slowed to take the corner, so many things crossed my mind. The corner lot where our house stood was always so large, and so meticulously groomed. The stately cotton wood trees that gave such good shade placed so carefully in their spots to add beauty and comfort to the yard. The crisp white paint job with the green trim, calling me home. But that is not what I saw.

Somehow, the yard shrunk. It is only a portion of it's size, as I remember it. The trees are long gone - only stumps remain. The house itself looks almost like a miniature; it's tan and melon colors make it look like someone else's home, not mine. A tall, ugly privacy fence surrounds the yard like a compound, and the grass is overgrown.

At first, it made me sad - several of the yards of dear neighbors looked about the same, and I was sorry to have gone. And then, I decided that all that matters are my memories. Memories of daddy mowing that grass to perfection, then sitting with his smoke and the water hose to cool down afterward. Checking the Four O'Clock's blooms to see if it was time for daddy to come home. The swing where Cathy and I, among others, sat and told all our teen-age secrets, and waited for friends to drive by. The yard full of cousins and friends during Strawberry Festival weekends. Not knowing where our yard ended and the Carr's began, so seemless they appeared. All memories of growing up happy in a place all our own. Nothing grand or expensive, but paid for and well-loved. Those things will never go away, as long as I remember them and the life that it represented.

So, I don't think I'll be going by that place again anytime soon. It belongs to someone else.

Yes, another blog about the end of school - sorry.

Anyone who thinks the school year should be longer needs to hang out in one the last two weeks....

Today, the second graders toured Elementary and the 4th graders saw PIC (their new campus) earlier in the week. They always see a sibling or cousin or neighbor on the tours, and being a small town, they've most likely been on the campus before, but it is still scary for them. They come back with all sorts of questions and conceptions and fears, and it's nice to see them a little intimidated for once!! It's only one of the "End of school" activities that make them even crazier than they would normally be!!

We have a tradition at the Elementary that the last day of school, we walk down to the local theatre and spend a couple of hours at the movie. The kids are cool, fed, and confined to their chairs during that time, and we always look with anticipation to what the movie will be.

No more. With our staggered dismissal this year, the movie is a thing of the past. It makes me sad, and I've not even gone the past few years !! Usually, I'm back on campus working of folders and such, but it just isn't right. There's so little that's fun about school these days, and we've just long another one....

Oh, well.

When words fail you -

Last night was our last Secret Sisters' gathering of the session. We met at Linda's beautiful new home, and the place was decked out with Hawaiian themed tables, murals, candles, etc. Lots of grass skirts and coconut bras, leis, and bare feet added to the festivities. We even had a couple of hula dancers, thanks to Caleb and Alex!! It was a night full of laughter, hugs, a few tears, and sweet expressions of love. Out of 33 women, only 4 were not in attendance; what a great turn-out!! The best part to me was going to be sitting back and just soaking it all in, or so I thought!

Before we ate, Linda and Darla stepped up and informed me that before everyone learned the identity of their sister and received their last token of affection from her, that I needed to get mine!! Now, I did not take a sister this round, and so I had no idea what she meant. Then, they began to carry out package after package and laying them at my feet - each lady had brought something for me!! Some were whimsical (Jackie!) and some very needed - A nice supply of lovely note cards - some wonderful new things for my home, and some very personal (Susie!). Let's just say the sentiments on the cards meant the world, and many times I just had to touch my heart to express my thanks.

Taking it all home and showing it to Andy was great fun - and rereading those lovely cards again made me realize how very little it takes of our time and energy to show someone we love them. Watching those ladies see the face of their special sister, whether it was someone they already knew or a new person in their life, was
all the gift I needed; but I truly love each and every one I received!!

One just never knows...

Yesterday was a regular day at worship; well, not really... our missionary from New Zealand was here, and he was scheduled to speak. But other than that, it was just another Sunday. Well, no. We'd moved 2nd Sunday birthday lunch to the 3rd Sunday because of Mother's Day, but other than that - no biggie. My back was bothering me, so I didn't do my pew-hopping before services or even read the screen of announcements; I felt pretty blah... then Wes did the greeting, and Bobby got up to read off the prayer requests and last-minute announcements. Half-listening, I heard him say, "And we are happy to announce that on Thursday, **** ***** was baptized for the remission of his sins.!" You could hear people gasp, and I immediately turned to look at Jackie. She was literally shaking in her pew, crying her eyes out, and the auditorium erupted in clapping.

Why the hoopla over one soul? (I know that's a silly remark - there is much hoopla over every single soul!!) This man has attended worship here every week since before Andy and I moved back; 1987 - and had told countless concerned members that he did not need to be baptized. His wife sat steadfastly beside him, and ministers preached directly "at" him all these years, to no avail. Yet, Thursday night, he gave his life to the Lord with only those he loved around him. Why now... who "got" to him after all this time?? He always said his saintly mother had never been baptized, and if she wasn't going to be in Heaven, then he didn't want to be there without her.

However, there is one thing that can change a person's mind when nothing else can. He has cancer, and it's not going well. I heard that he is going to begin a new treatment and no more chemo, and that is what made him take the step.

It doesn't matter why. It doesn't matter when, in the long run. As of Thursday, all those denials became moot, and he realized that he DID need the Lord's salvation. So we all cheered, and clapped, and hugged him. He stood by, stoicly, a sly grin on his face, taking in everyone's well-wishes. God waited patiently until he took the step, and now all is well with his soul. He can face anything now.

Photographs and reality

Today, we had a guest speaker at worship. He has come before; his wife grew up here, and so it was one of those "we've heard him before" kinda days for me. Before class began, they ran some pics of him, his wife, their school, etc., and one particular picture caught my eye. It was a nice, casual picture of the couple in their lovely yard. A flattering shap shot of both, but this is what stuck in me head: "When she looks at this picture, does she see him as he was, or as the middle-aged man he now is?"

Now, I feel Andy is more attractive now than ever; age is agreeing with him, but we still look older. The camera does not lie, and having it flashed big and bold on the ol' screen for all to see took me back a bit. What was she thinking as we all looked at them high above our heads??

I know that right now, I want pictures taken of me with Elizabeth, so that when I am gone, she will know her Nana loved her and wanted to hold her; but for me, the pictures are not flattering. They force me to see me as I am, and I don't like that. The camera does not lie, and I want it to.

3 quick thoughts

Three quick thoughts - in no particular order -


1. YIPPEE - Darla blogged !!!

2. Who would ever have thought the Rockets could force a game 7 on the Lakers?!?! Go, Rockets!!

3. I love my husband now more than ever before.

Apologizing ahead of the fact -

It's May. I'm grumpy and tired, and it shows all over me.... it reflected in Jackie's face in class last night that I grumbled when she spoke to me as I sat down.

Sorry, Jackie - you were just in the line of fire, and that's not right. But then, you are one that I can be me around without pretense or concern that you will not
"get it." For that, I am thankful, even when I don't like it myself. It's really better if I just hang back and not speak to anyone.

I just wish, once, that the end of school was not on a calendar - that one day, when the powers that be decided, the bell would ring, and we could all just go home. All the drama and excitement would be missing, but so would the stress. I don't like stress - it makes me grumpy...

So, if I come across "wrong" the next few days (until June 4 this year!), just give me the benefit of a doubt, and I'll bounce back. I promise!

A great night was had by all - if you're a Trekkie!

My mother's day weekend was rather, shall I say, sickening?! I came down with a nasty bug toward the end of the week, and by the time school was out on Friday, I knew I was in for it. The best thing to do was to just lay very still and sip Sprite. Saturday came and went with Andy working on his lesson for Sunday and me lying and moaning. The sounds emminating from my belly would be great sound effects for the loudest thunder storm ever, and if were not so painful, would have been rather fascinating....

I made it to and through worship, and Andy cooked us a wonderful lunch. Then, some more lying down until evening services. It's afterwards that the fun began!

The new Star Trek was GREAT!!! Several of us went to see it, and I cannot say enough cool stuff about it. The audience in the theatre LOVED the characters (a younger version of the original cast, in case you are not aware.) The actors captured the flavor of the characters perfectly, and the lines were right out of the tv series! To some, I guess, it would have been better to make them in their own interpretation, but it just fit so well that you could really feel they'd pulled out the old guys and done plastic surgery. I sat several times up on the edge of my seat, watching it was so fun.

I promise - the first time "Bones" said, "Dammit, Jim, I'm a doctor!" I thought Andy was going to choke!! And it just went on from there ---

Wanna go with me - I'm ready to see it again!!

A Mom's Dad Shout - Out!

I think one can be way maudlin and sappy on this particular holiday, and so for my post today, I'm going to keep it upbeat - I got to hear sweet Liz screeching in laughter last night on the phone, and that will keep me happy until I get to see her (and her precious folks!) in a couple of weeks. So, without further ado - my tribute to some great moms -

To Erin - the first of a lifetime of sweet memories; you have blown me away with your instinctual nurturing of Elizabeth - plus, you are one fun mom! Hang on, there's lot's more to come!

To Jackie - your Christmas scavenger hunts alone rank you high on my list, no to mention trampolines, hay rides, and loving my girls as if they were your own!

To Cathy - Dana was your baby as much as mine; thanks for all those trips to birthday parties and Cabbage Patch dolls!

To my dear cousin Deeann, raising Crystal while earning your degree as a single mom won my respect like you will never know. I love you -

Shanon - Shanon had Meredith 4 months after Dana was born, and everyday, after school, she came over and lay Dana across her pregnant belly, so they could "play"

Dianne - starting "late" and having 4 perfect stairsteps; you taught me so much about acceptance of each child as an individual!

Anne - my mother in law. What would Andy's life have been without her steadfastness, structure and determination to make those two boys her own. Words fail me.

Okay - I said I'd keep it light -

Jaci Hutton - a military mom who inspires with her love of those babies, and of her husband as he serves us - and can keep all those "J" names straight!

Kara - Anjane is so lucky to have her as a mom!

My mom - fun in a nutshell. Maybe not all of the time, but when she was "on", no one could touch her; tents, mudpies, laying in grass and looking at clouds; and the list goes on.

I see the "young" mothers at church, and I hope they are enjoying these days of little ones, with sticky fingers, toothless grins, and messy rooms. If I could, I'd take the chance to go back and visit a few of those days, not to change anything, but to smell in the sweetness of the hours. But since I can't, I move on - to Liz, and to the little ones who will follow her.

Wes and Nicole

People come and go all the time at churches. Some come in, just wanting to know what a place is all about, hang around a little while, and leave, never making an impression one way or another. Some come in, asking "What can you do, provide, give me?" They get what it is they come for, and leave; not adding or giving or providing a thing.

And then, there are people like Wes and Nicole.

They walked in our door a little less than a year ago, and went to work. They just became part of us as easily as if they'd been born to us. Their quiet nature and steadfast involvement made such a good impression, and we grew to love them. And they us, so I hear. It was meant to be a brief relationship, while Nicole did her two year program at school, Wes biding him time. But they didn't just show up and do their obligatory attendance - they came to work.

As time passed, we realized that God had dropped them in our laps, and we'd better show our faith and intelligence. You see, Wes has his degree in ministry - but he never pushed or hinted or begged. He just ministered as the opportunity presented itself. And we grew to love him more. Another congregation was interested in him, which would have probably been more money and less commute for Nicole, but they picked us! And now, he is on our staff - doing a wonderful job, with more excitement being shown in the youth than we've seen in years. It is wonderful to behold.

Thank you, Father, for blessing us with this sweet, Godly couple! I just hope we bless their lives a portion of what they have done for us.

Hopefully, it's going to last a lot longer than Nicole's two year program!!

Hurry up and wait

Andy and I are hoping to book a trip for this summer, but I wanted to wait until I'd seen my surgeon for my yearly check-up just to make sure nothing's going to interfere.

My appointment was in March. March 13th to be exact, and I am STILL waiting to hear the results!! I've called and called, and either the nurse "will return your call" or something else. Those of you who know me know that I don't just keep my phone on all the time, but the last few weeks, I've had it on pretty much until 7:00 daily, giving them time to call.

Today, I called AGAIN.(I know it's not polite to type in these capital letters, but, grrrr!) Anyway, this time, I actually talked to the nurse, and she tells me that my test results are on the dr.'s desk and he hasn't gone over them yet. March, April, now May has come, and I'm really, really hoping there's nothing bad that has been sitting there all this time!!

She tells me today that he will be in the office tomorrow, and she will talk to him and call me. You reckon?!? I tried to be as nice but firm as I could be; but if I don't hear soon, I'm driving up there....

I want to book this trip!!!!

How can it already be May?! The school year just started, Liz was just born... and now, it's May. A month from today, it will be the last week of school!

I have really enjoyed this year - a nice thing to say after the last couple of years. I'm not saying it's been my best, but the changes in my day and the people I've worked with have added a refreshing perspective to getting up and going this year. How nice to look back on the year with a smile on my face!

Yesterday at Primary, the lights went out during my second grade group that is the - shall I say, most active? Since we are an inside room, the only light coming in was from the emergency hall light, so that added to their excitement. I had to remember that they are little children with vivid imaginations, and try to hold them to a relative amount of hysteria! It was only about 15 minutes, and not a monster was to be had, but it made for an interesting morning. They couldn't quite figure out why, if the electricity went off, the clock still worked!

Then, to Elementary, where everyone was recovering from 3 days of TAKS. In my room, games were played with chocolate flowing. Everyone looked about beat - but we got it done. Yes!

Now, it's time for the fun part of the year. The pressure's off, and the count-down has begun. Field Days and fun projects loom ahead, with enough work to keep them settled.

For now, it's rest from the testing and quiet from the hysterics of the darkened room. Have yourself a good weekend -

Now, for the really important topic

Now that TAKS is over for another year, I can move on to the more important topic that needs discussion: the Spurs.

My boys lost in 5 to those pesky Mavs; the only good thing was the Cuban (their owner) kept his mouth shut for once about the lovely city of San Antonio. But his team out shot, out blocked, out ran, and out everything the silver and black, and they now get to move on. I guess, since no one is going to beat the Lakers this year, it's better to go ahead and let Timmy rest his knees and Tony quit scoring 43+ points in losing battles.

The really sad thing is, what will we do now with our evenings? May has always been filled with fellowship focusing on watching the playoffs, and now we have none to watch. It'll help with the eating late at night, but it'll sure be quiet....

So, until next season, "bye, Spurs, bye."

A beautiful sight

There is not much prettier to me than the sight of an American flag waving against the backdrop of a bright blue sky.

Today, while giving the Reading portion of the TAKS test, as I waited for my kids to finish reading their passage, I glanced outside the window of my room, and there it was - an American flag, waving in the yard of the people who live across the street.
Their house is nothing spectacular, just a little white frame house trimmed in green, but in the yard rises a tall flag pole. Today, with the wind blowing like it was, the flag would furl and unfurl itself, droop when the wind died, then raise itself straight out in all its glory, for all to see.

As I watched it, I wondered how many times I've looked at that flag and thought nothing of it; how many people pay no attention to it's being there. But the person who lives within the walls of that house takes the time each day to show their love for the country in which we live. Our nation is blessed in so many ways, and us with it, and the sight today of that flag brought a lump to my throat and a song to my mind:

My country 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty -
Of thee I sing.

The line "Sweet land of liberty" resounded in my heart like I'd never heard it before; is it because I'm afraid that the land that I love is in danger of being taken or changed before my grandchildren are grown? Could we lose this nation we so love by taking her for granted? We'd best be careful and pray for this land each chance we get.

That's my lesson from TAKS day -

What a weekend

While nothing dramatic happened to me - save the Spurs losing AGAIN -, all around me was activity and drama. I feel like I was in a room, turning slowly in a circle, watching everyone going through their "stuff" from the distance. Some, I'll share with you...

We had a high school senior commit suicide Thursday night. On Friday, I called a friend who was one of his teachers (I didn't know when I called!) to see if she knew who he was... we spent quite a while talking about him, the action he had taken, the aftermath on all around him and so on. She spoke of him in a tender, concerned way, and it reminded me that teachers deal each day with children who are troubled, lonely, and often scary. His death could have been worse - we read about those kind of things all the time, and I am grateful to him for going alone. I have had students in the past that I could see being very dangerous; even in 4th grade, I've had students threaten to kill themselves. And yet, we cannot invest ourselves too much in these particular students, or we would be depressed ourselves. Which leads me to the next event.

Sat. night, Andy and I got to join some friends at a benefit for the Medina Children's Home. I've heard my friends talk about it before, but we'd never gone. At the last minute, a pair of tickets became available, so we went. It was lovely; a nice silent auction, delicious food, a beautiful song by a group of ladies, and testimonies from a couple of children who are residents there. One girl, in particular, spoke to my heart as she talked about her mother. We could have changed places, she and I. Our stories were very similar, except my mother stopped short of locking me out of the house. It ended up being the best thing for this girl, and her future is bright. Her scars are not yet completely healed, but she has learned that there is plenty of love and support outside the blood relationships we have that can get us through. I wanted to talk to her, but I was too emotional.

Then, came Sunday. In Bible class, something very hurtful was said in the class that should have been handled more privately. As I carefully watched the reaction of the person to whom the remark was made, I was impressed by the ability they showed to take the comment with all its brutality and go on without reacting in any way. The person who said it rarely makes comments, but boy, when they do!!!

Next, Erin called to give me an update on their weekend, and told me that her inlaws had a big, big mess going on with their home - a leak 15 years in the making finally showed itself and ruined about 3 rooms of their lovely home. (For the full report, see Erin's blog!)

So, it's been a weekend of seeing people handle life. Sometimes I marvel at how each person takes on the stresses of their life and process what it is and how to deal with it. It seems some can take more than others; their spirit more resilient.
Here's to each one - may today be much easier to handle!!

Thoughts in the night...

As much as I want to, I refrain from lamenting the Spurs' last game. Hopefull, tomorrow will be more like I like them ....

I wake up in the night to visit the restroom, and more often than not, I have some weird thought pop in my head. It's about Dana, or Erin, or Liz, or school - you get my drift. While I am up, I take my thyroid medication, as my stomach needs to be empty. I put it on my sink with water every night, and gulp it down while half asleep.

Now, Andy and I have seperate sinks. His is on one side, mine the other. We are back to back when both using our sink. His is tidy and clean, with everything in it's place. It is ready for him each and every morning - good to go. Mine is a plethora of items - my slip, the afore mentioned medication, my blow-dryer and a clock. (I have a thing about knowing what time it is at all times!) It is not a reflection of Andy's at all.

For some reason, last night as I stood at my messy sink, taking my pill, I thought; "When I die, Andy will clean up this sink, and then he'll look at it, all stark and orderly, every day." Where does that come from; it's horrible to think like that in the middle of the night?!? I guess sometimes these notions just pop into our heads, and have no true rhyme of reason. I hope so....

Colton, Brandon, and Cameron - Oh, my!

A while back, I mentioned that my little 3rd graders had passed their Reading TAKS on the first administration, and that I would not be seeing them for class the rest of the semester. I've really enjoyed that time to do valuable things in my classroom; getting caught up on testing, paperwork, MahJong, etc.

Well, yesterday and today, three of the boys dropped in on me! It made me realize how much I do like the little beggars - Colton is a little wrestler-maniac with an infectious grin, Cameron has his 3rd grade "dating" drama, and Brandon is just big and cheerful. They give me a hug and a grin, tell me they miss me, and scoot on back to class.

Lucky me! It's just the boost I need to get through the afternoon!

Half a year ago...

Little Elizabeth has turned 6 months old this week! She is - well, wonderful. Her Nana loves her very much, and just wanted to share her sweet angel face with you all!

Now THAT's my Spurs!!

Last night, about 15 of us gathered at the Norwood's home for the game. Katherine is a great hostess, and we had delicious brownies, tea, nachos, and ice cream with all the toppings (even a new, Dr. Pepper sauce!) The game was on in two rooms, so people were drifting between the tvs and food, visiting and cheering our boys on. After the big lead we let get away on Sat., we were cautious about getting too excited, but the guys put it to them, and we all left happy. It was a late night, so I'm drowsy, but my students are testing and I won't have them for a bit.

I do love my job! :)

Ugh - allergies!

Ugh. Along with the beautiful rain came in something that has hit me between the eyes full force.... I felt fine until yesterday right before my boys began their fateful loss to those pesky Mavericks. A little congested; sore throat. Now, I have a faucet running from my nose, and I just slept the day away. Andy is at worship for the second time today without me, and I miss being there. But no one wants to see me in this condition.

It's hard to pray for more rain if this is the outcome!

Answered prayer

Rain!! Beautiful, booming, flashing, wet rain.

Finally!

Thank you, Father!!

Spurs win, Spurs win!!

It was a long time coming, but it's here!!

Poor Dana - called last night to tell me about her day, and there we were, late in the 4th quarter of the Spurs last regular season game. I half-listened to her, and told her about my day, one eye on the tube at all times. Catching my breath as the lead went back and forth, with Chris Paul and David West daring to push my boys down into 8th seed.

Finally, I just had to be honest. "Dana. I hate to cut this short, but there's only a few minutes left, and I REALLY need to see the end of this game. Is there something else you wanted to talk to me about?" Now, I really feel like a bad mom....

We say our "I love you's" and I hang up. The game continues until the last shot of the game, with the Spurs down by 3. Guess who - Michael Finley - shoots a beauty of a basket to send us into overtime. The boys take that as a sign of good things to some, and we win big-time!!

Now, thanks to the dreaded Mavericks win over Houston, we actually play the Mavs this weekend. Home court advantage is ours, and Mark Cuban will come down to make an idiot of himself again, and we will play our hearts out. It's been a long season, and they've looked awful at some points, but here we are again, ready to go. How far is the mystery.

Hard at work

If you ever hear me complain that my job is hard, hit me. Not that it isn't stressful at times, but hard - no. The Spring especially favors "support staff" like me; with the events of TAKS and the year drawing to a close, my students are pulled hither and yon from March to May. Here is an example of today:


8:30-9:00 2 students, as usual
9:00-9:15 break
9:15 - 10:00 no students - at their Field Day
10:00 - 10:30 see above
10:30 - 11:05 2 students; the other two were also at Field Day

11:05-11:15 transition to other campus

11:15-11:45 Lunch
11:45-12:30 Conference

12:30-1:15 - 1 student - others in Specials as a reward for passing TAKS
1:20 - 2:oo - no students - all at above (a chance to catch up on testing and documentation)
2:00 - 2:45 - 3 students - my second whole group for the day
2:45 - 3:30 - 1 student - his partner in Math support until TAKS


So - today, I taught 2 whole groups and a half of another. I'm worn out....


Tomorrow - 1st grade has Field Day, so it'll be just about the same.

Our life vs. the Fritsches

Andy has one sister, Christine. She is married to Alan, and they have one daughter and three sons. When they were small, the Fritsches would come over and spend the weekend, and we would have such fun. Now, all the kids are grown, save Brett, and our visits are few and far between. Christines' home is the LaMore family gathering place, it is warm, welcoming, and happy. They have a wonderful back yard and porch we all fit on, and if something is spilled or broken, life goes on. It was at this cheerful home that we had the "Peeps Challenge" this weekend.

Stephanie, my niece, had heard on the radio that a girl somewhere had gotten 19 Peeps (Marshmallow Easter Chicks) in her mouth at once, and still been able to proclaim, "Chubby Bunny". Well, being the family that they are, it had to be tried. Luckily, I got to be the videographer of the event. It was amazingly hilarious to behold, and Gregg was the LaMore participant of greatest value, but as I watched the whole thing unfold, I was once again reminded of the difference between our families.

Andy and I have a quiet family. Not a lot of Peeps competition going on here. Chris and Alan always have something fun going on - we are way more sedate. I forget how different families are from one another, and while I'm not always "on" - it was fun for a night to cut loose and enjoy their creativity. I'm really glad the Fritsches are part of our family, and look forward to spending more time together during our retirement days, when things slow down.

Happy Easter to all

Posting from Dana's apartment, where we've had a lovely weekend. While Andy was visiting with his mom and dad, Dana and I did a little running around the area where she lives, finding a neat resale store for children. Picked up some pretty dresses for Miss Liz, and then came home. Have been working on a puzzle with Dana of the globe - the continents came together pretty easy, but the oceans are giving us fits. Hopefully, we will complete it before we leave tomorrow.

After dinner tonight, we went over to Andy's sister's to visit. They are great fun, and we had an enjoyable visit. Seems like lately, all our visits have been over Christmas or some other special occasion, so it was nice to just relax.

Worship with the family at West Houston is always enjoyable, and tomorrow should be no different - but will miss our family in Pleasanton. Then, we'll do lunch, pack up, and head home. Monday will be a day of rest.

So, to all of you dear ones, enjoy your Easter. Even if it's just another day to you, I wish you a grand one. Sundays are the best!!

Happy, happy memories

Easter is my very favorite holiday - and today, at Primary, it is Easter Egg Hunt Day! As I sat in my car, before coming in, I watched as all the little ones proudly walked from their car to the door, basket in hand. They looked like they were carrying their most prized possession - some looked like bunnies, some bigger than the carrier themself! One little girl passed me in the hall carrying the most delicious looking favors for her party; and it goes on and on. The main event will occur after I leave to go to another campus, so I'll miss that, but the preview was pretty exciting.

While I adore the stage of life that Liz is in, I'll confess - I do so look forward to the days when she is old enough to hunt eggs in Nana's yard!!

One of the Spring's most highly anticipated events in my social circle is the NBA playoffs. We gather in each others' homes, finger-foods in hand, and enthusiasticallly cheer on our SPURS. We've been there through lop-sided victories, squeakers, and disappointing losses. We've been through 4 trophy-winning championships. It becomes our world for a few weeks....

It's time to begin, and the furvor was building. One man told me he built his new home with the gatherings in mind - a nice, open living area with a big-screen hanging above the fireplace. So excited....

Well. The SPURS made it in again, and our 1st round team is yet to be decided, but we are assured at least one series. Trouble is, it may (probably will be!) the only one....

Manu is out. I got the news yesterday that he is injured and will not play again this season. It was the second time that day I'd gotten disturbing news, and I cannot shake the funk I am in as I write this. No Manu.

No Manu.

RIP, ER

Last night, Andy had a night out with some of his best buds, and I stayed home to see ER's final episode. 15 years, and now, it's over. It was a good ending; not too sappy, and they did a good job of wrapping story lines up. All the hype over past cast members and speculation of who would show up and who wouldn't made it a a must-see at our house. I taped it for Andy, even cutting out the commercials, so I'm sure I'll watch it again.

I'd be sad, except in this age of multi-channel surfing and dvd sales, those characters I've "known" for all these years are just a click away. Dr. Green, Sam, Dr. Morris, Abby and her crazy mother, John Carter - all part of a great ensemble cast. Now, they're just television history.

It was good while it lasted!

Sad, but happy, news

In my job this year, I share a room on both campuses with another teacher. I have been blessed this year to get to know Johanna, and am looking forward to another year next year with her. No matter how long you teach, you always learn from another teacher.

At Elementary, I have shared my room with Patti for many years. I have grown to respect her professionalism and judgement, and we have shared students that have given us heartache and lots of laughs.

I found out this week that Patti is retiring at the end of this school year. I am so happy for her - teaching has changed so much, and pretty much all the fun is gone. You newbies out there who read this don't know the difference, but Patti and I do, and those few of us who are still around miss those days. With her going, the list of those around me from those days grows shorter. I think, on the Elem. campus, there are maybe 5 or 6 left. I'm beginning to feel like a dinosaur, and anticipating coming back is weak. I know I have to wait my turn, and I have a few good years left in me, but Patti going opens a hole in my world, and I'm not looking forward to breaking in a new roomie!

So - here's to Patti. To borrow a quote from the Good Book: "Well done!"

Kids -

I have a student I'll call John. I don't like him, but I try very hard not to show it to either him or the class. He bugs me, because he just walks up and jumps into any conversation like he is invited, and that goes all over me, especially when it is between adults.

He's also one of those kids who tries overly hard to do the right things. When we stand in line at the door before going in, he's at attention. When all the kids raise their hand, his is higher and more forceful. When something is said incorrectly, he corrects it - even if it's me !! And he's never, ever absent!! I find myself being very short with him, and ignoring some of his attempts at being right, just so I don't growl at him, and he's just trying to be a good student. So...

he's one of the ones who passed his TAKS test, and who I brought a candy bar this week. I won't be having him the rest of the year, and I'm ashamed to admit, I was looking forward to it. Yes! I can quit being fake with him!!

He comes over today to pick up his candy bar, and hands me an envelope. I take it and mutter, "Thanks, John." and set it aside. He stands there, expectantly, and so it dawns on me that he wants me to read it now, in front of him. Here's what it said, as typed by a dyslexic 3rd grade boy:

"Dear Mrs. Lamoore
I will be missing you. Because I have'nt gotten to learn the whole cursive lesson.And making puzzles with you. The thing that I will miss the most is you. I Wont get to see you everyday, and I am sad for that. But I want to thank you for teaching me how to read."
"Sincerly,
(your favorite student)
John"

Boy, do I feel like a dog.

Hopefully, a lesson learned

One of my biggest concerns about my students is their ability to delay gratification. Everything has to be NOW - whether it is in the answer to a question shouted out while I am talking or waiting impatiently every day of the week for a candy bar promised for Friday. "But I want it now, Mrs. LaMore - I can't wait until Friday!!" I try to hold firm, but it would just be so much easier to give in...

My students at Elementary are 3rd and 4th graders. They are sweet children, and I love them (mostly). Due to the principal's scheduling, they miss what is called "Specials" - Art, Music, Computers, Science Lab - that their classmates go to and talk aboutto come to my class. I personally think it is cruel, but no one asks me. Now, at the end of March, something wonderful has happened!

8 of my 9 have received a passing grade on the first administration of their TAKS reading test!! (The public is told they have to pass it to go on to 4th grade; they get 3 opportunities, and then most are still passed.) I found out this week that the principal has told them that since they met their goal of passing, for the next 9 weeks, they get to attend whichever Specials class they choose!! I am so happy for them, especially because I want them to learn that good things do happen when you work hard and wait for results. I want them to see that long-term goals are worth the setting and that things feel better when you earn them than when you nag someone into getting them. I think a couple of them will "get it" but not all. There are a few who feel obliged to receive that which everyone else gets. But time will tell. I will not have them for the remainder of the year, so I won't get to have my celebration with them, but tomorrow - they get those candy bars!!

Back to school

Well, Spring Break was great, but now it's back to work. 72 days, according to the ticker Dana sent me. I guess once we get past TAKS in April, it's all downhill....

Our trip to Houston was lovely. We spent some good time with Mom and Dad, had her traditional sandwich lunch which is like no other, and enjoyed their hospitality. Then, on Saturday afternoon, we drove over to the Johnson home for some good visiting there. That baby - I can not get enough of her! Dana came over and made a delicious dinner and then whooped us all at Risk. I felt pretty good until the end, when she took over my whole block of countries with no mercy. Perhaps we should have played Wii instead!

Sunday worship was good. We always get a lot from the worship there, and are starting to see more and more familiar faces as we go. Back at the Johnson's, we enjoyed some Papa John's pizza at my request and then relaxed until picture time.

The whole LaMore clan met up with the photographer at an old rice dryer and had lots and lots of pictures taken. Erin had set it up with her friend Mallory, who is cute as all get-out. She managed us like a pro, and I'm so anxious to see the end result. Only worry - the wind was blowing our hair all over the place! Andy was glad for once not to worry about it! :) Following the pics, we headed to the closest Bar-b-que place to eat; Dad's treat!! The best - truly - rolls I have ever put in my mouth. They keep taking them from the oven to your plate, so you have to eat them not to be rude!! My count - about 6. :) Then, Andy and I hit the long road home.

It was a pleasant ride, with the cds playing and the bluebonnets beside the road. A peaceful end to a wonderful week of leisure -

I hope your week was as good!

Thursday of Spring Break

I really wish time would not go so quickly during days off! I love Thursdays during a work week, but they make me sad on vacation days - it is almost over!!

We've had a lovely time with the girls' here. One forgets the joy a baby brings, and Liz has gotten lots of attention and love while here. It is my desire to hold her hour upon hour, but she likes to play and move, so a lot of the time, I have just watched her and listened to her sounds and laughter. I'm so glad Erin came, and that we had a chance to enjoy them all!

This is a rather odd visit, in that we will join them all in Houston this weekend. This afternoon, the three will journey back to their homes, and Andy and I will drive over tomorrow for the big LaMore family photo shoot. We will spend tomorrow night with Mom and Dad, then go over to see Gregg and Roarke on Saturday. I have missed Gregg this week, and am looking forward to seeing him!

Now, it's off to make Sticky Buns for breakfast, and get finger-printed. Yep, the great State of Texas now requires that all school employees be finger-printed to check our criminal history. I'm scared....

Have a great day -

That Tulsa feel

Right now, I'm listening to Gary Moyers' sing, and it's taking me right back to the Pavillion at Tulsa Workshop. (In case you don't know, Gary Moyers sang for Acapella during the height of my "Tulsa Days." One of God's best creation, that man's voice!!

We haven't been to Tulsa in several years, some of it financial, some the "tone" of the workshop itself. All the years we went, we begged Ray to go with us, and he never would. Now, he goes and even if he's alone, he enjoys it. Tulsa does that to people. The last time I went, I went without Andy, and said I wouldn't do that again. He says he has no desire to go back, so I may have to rethink that statement if I even want to return. I do miss it.

On another note, my girls and Liz are on their way as I write this, so if you don't hear from he for a day or two, that's why... can't wait to see how the girl handles me this trip. I find myself turning into a rather grabby Nana, and I know she may need some time to remember me and the setting in which she finds herself.

Well, I need to finish up around here before they arrive. Gregg and Roarke will remain in Houston, so we will miss them a lot, but I'm glad he consented to Erin and Liz coming!! China Garden, here we come!!

Much ado about nothing

First day of Spring Break, and it's been a slow, easy one. Watched a little "Sell This House" and got my fix, then made an early lunch for us. Sometimes I get these glimpses into the retirement years, and today has been one of those. I find it interesting that, at the age when I am most tired of cooking at all, I will be having to prepare two meals a day. This is not good!

However, I do find that the spending of days together reminds me of certain things; the man likes to share what he reads - so I hear a lot of information that otherwise I would have not known. Some good, some I could without. I read to him, though, so I guess it's a trade. Another item of interest is our lack of timing. We just don't always jive on what to do when. We will have to come up with a schedule or something to keep our sanity. He likes things when he likes them, and I can usually wait on things. I guess I should be happy that, after 32 years of marriage, things are still hopping around here, and he likes me with him.

Tonight, the Spurs, tomorrow, worship. A good weekend, all around!

Speechless

Working with dyslexic children can have its moments. Usually, the daily drudgery of reading takes all the fun out of class, no matter how hard I try to "spice things up" in our canned curriculum. It is serious business, not being able to read in school, and by 3rd or 4th grade, there's just not a lot to celebrate.

Add to that the mindset of my district that says every couple of weeks, we shut down the campus for hours at a time and put a novel in front of kids who struggle to see if they've made incremental progress since the last time we tortured them. (Do I sound angry yet?!) So, this week, while I was home throwing up from food poisoning, the latest Benchmark test was administered.

The great State of Texas allows dyslexic students to take a "bundled" test - Proper nouns, questions and answer choices are read aloud to the students, while they read the passages on their own.(4th graders who read on a 1st grade level, mind you.) There are three passages on each Benchmark, so the first two are covered on one day, the third on the next day. This is to cut down on the exhaustion factor of doing it all on one day. My experience has been that they work hard the first, not-so-hard the second because they know once it is finished, so are they.


So. Today my first group of 4th graders come in, and Joshua chirps up - "I know my Benchmark grade!" Now, Josh is quite a charmer; I think I've referred to him before. We get seated and as I gather my materials while not even looking at him say, "Yea - what is it?" He's a pretty smart kid, so I figured he passed, but was not prepared for his answer.

In my school, two teachers team together; one teaches Language Arts; the other, Math.

"My teacher says that out of the two classes in her team, I made the highest grade. I missed one."

I looked at him, speechless, trying not to cry. "Not even Will, the smartest kid in the 4th grade made as good as I did!" And I sat. The other two in the group kept staring at me, for I'm never without words. I wanted to hug that kid and let the tears fly, but I couldn't. It would have freaked him out, and I frankly don't think even I understood why it felt so good. We just locked eyes, and I said in my choked up voice, "Josh, I'm so really proud of you." He smiled his goofy grin, we started class, and that was it.

I just wish I could've seen his mom's face when he told her!!

There for a reason!!

Ugh - I've been throwing up since about 6:15 am - holding it down since about 4:30!

Last night, I was really munchy - you know, dig until you find SOMETHING munchy. Andy was on the computer, so I dig into the Ranch dip and chips. Tasted fine at the time. WRONG.

Feb. 5, 2009 was the expiration date. I looked, but didn't think that much time would make a difference. Now I know. Did get me out of giving a Benchmark test, though!

Ugh. I could never, ever be bullimic.

What a great surprise!

Our trip to Houston for the big LaMore family portrait setting was postponed, so we instead had a nice weekend at home, watching the Spurs win 2 of 2 and got caught up on some shows we had taped. Did some laundry, had a fellowship dinner with delicious food, and counted the days to Spring Break.

One neat thing - as worship was about to begin I felt someone walk up beside me, and it was my friend Cathy and her man Steve!! They live quite a way away - well, about 40 minutes - and she attends worship in the same little congregation we grew up in. She lost her husband a few years ago, and has been seeing Steve for a few months. I'd never met him, so that was cool! Anyway, she wanted to go someplace different yesterday, and decided to drop in on us!! It was great to see her, and I was tickled to tell her that we'd planned to NOT be there on that day!! We sat next to each other and sang hymns, just as we did hour upon hour in the swing of my front yard, on school buses on football trips, and at worship all our growing up years. It felt magical to me! We visited just a bit following worship, and they met some of the other members there - then it was time to go. Even the delicious invitation to join us for the dinner couldn't sway them. I hope they come back again very soon!!

So, while I didn't get a Liz fix this weekend, I was reminded of how marvelous the church is in keeping us swaddled in love!

Another late night conversation with God

Just what is it that we are to learn from prayer?

I've been praying about something for a long, long time, and the other night, I just asked God; "What is it you want me to learn from this prayer?!" I've offered this particular prayer up time and time again, and yet it appears not to be answered ( I know, perhaps the answer is "no"), there has to be a lesson I need to learn. Here are the scenerios I came up with at 2:30 am:

~ God wants me to be patient. (I think I have been more than patient!)
~ I need to know just how to ask to make the difference (I cannot imagine asking in any way that has not been covered before)
~ I am asking for selfish reasons (Maybe..., but I think not)
~ The answer is "not going to happen" (I cannot believe this is the case - I just can't)
~ I don't get the concept of God's timing.
~ Things just are not in place as He would like them to be.
~ Satan is wearing me down. Well, he can just forget that, because where this particular prayer is concerned, I will never quit. I will not give up. I will not accept the answer of "no".

~ maybe that is it. Maybe I've tried too hard to be control and not let Him have His way with the situation. For that, I need to repent.

But I won't give up!!

Delayed Gratification

After a long week which included giving the first round of TAKS, I was looking forward to a quick trip to Houston to see my favorite daughters, son and baby girl. Well, as plans go, ours changed, so now our weekend is "free." Due to a last-minute change, the reason for our trip was put off to the end of Spring Break. It's really fine, since the girls are planning on coming over for a few days during SB, but I needed a fix now. Oh, well....

So glad the week is over. Somewhere, the powers that be decided to track the kids' progress by Benchmark testing every so often. That is fine, we have adjusted. My problem comes when they are given the week of the state test; when stress levels and energy are both at extremes. Tuesday, the writing TAKS, followed today and tomorrow by reading Benchmarks in 2nd grade, and next Tuesday by Reading at Elementary. We do get free cinnamon rolls, though....

So, as you get ready for your weekend, enjoy. Take a break and breathe in the air of these cool, almost Spring mornings. I am!

Babies past and present

Elizabeth is such a blessing to our family, and has added so much to our lives already that it's hard to remember that the news of a baby isn't always the most welcome. Just the past couple of days, I've been reminded of that...

.. a co-worker informed me today that her engaged son is having a baby. She says she is thrilled; I'm sure she is, but I really feel like marriage needs time to "take" before bringing in the stress and financial demands of children. Too late....

.. a college friend today emailed us and let us know he's "found" his daughter given up long ago. Suddenly, I feel like I'm back in college with the news that he and a girl are expecting and how we supported him even though we were so very sad. Now, with a wonderful marriage and grown children and a grand-daughter, she is back in his life, and decisions of how and when to meet are being made.

I don't guess I really have a point to this, just thinking on paper. I do know that babies are hope and dreams and anticipation of a life full of promise. They each deserve a life full of love and care.

What's up?

I'm not sure what happened, but my posts are gone!! I'll have to get my "tech support" (the girls) to help me figure it out ... I hope they are retrievable!!

Whirlwind day at church; worship, followed by Blood Drive (Thanks to the Pursch care group for lunch!!), then Andy has an elders' meeting. Worship again, followed by dinner with the Kelleys to watch last Monday's "24" episode.

This time next week, we will be in Houston having family pictures taken. I got a couple of new blouses, and I hope they turn out!! I usually have squinty eyes during pictures, so I hope that doesn't happen this time!! I'll post a couple if they turn out!!

Happy Friday!

I have to share something funny from the world of teaching. The other day, my second grade group was enjoying the privilege of having a "day off" from our curriculum (translation: Mrs. LaMore was SICK of it!), and so they chose - with my help - Sight Word Bingo.

Now, they are sitting all around me at a kidney table, little chips in hand, earnestly searching their cards for the sight words I am calling out. Remember, these are kids that are dyslexic, so this is not without stress. It helps them to repeat it over and over until they find it. Anyway, as I call out the letter and word , "B - also", I notice that without realizing it, they are mimicing my tone and rhythmn! All 4, in perfect tone and inflection! So, I begin to have some fun with it, varying my delivery each time, and watching them - heads down, chip in hand, seriously chanting whatever and however I said! It was so funny - it almost is scary the power I had over them at that minute!!

Times like that make it worth going every day!!

Two for one!!

Some days, I have nothing to post.... now, today there are two things I want to share.

First - an ominous sign of the times as I drove to school - the oak leaves are YELLOW! To those not familiar with what that entails, it means that the new leaves are about to push off the old "live oak" leaves and hit the ground. The beauty of a live oak is in it's having leaves all year, but when those old, 300 year and more trees lose leaves, it's a "rainstorm." The bad part, aside from those who have them having to rake them and put them somewhere, is the havoc they cause with allergies. Yep. I'm one of them. Even though we do not have one in our yard, my little town is covered in them, and they share their pollen with me graciously. Great.

Second - last night, I was "Crying-tired." I know myself, and when I feel like I did last night, the best thing is to just rest. I know, I missed class and all the fellowship, but you did not want to be around me. It's been a long week, and I wanted nothing to do with being social, so Andy went on without me. I slept from 4:45 - 5:45, 7:45 - 11:20 on the couch, and until 6:30 this morning in my room.

I feel better.

What a night!!

I'm really, really tired today, but it is very worth it!! Last night we had our first gathering of our new Secret Sisters' Fellowship, and I was pleased beyond words at the atmosphere and turnout!! Out of 32 signed up, we had all but 6, which I think is awesome!! Our youngest, Mikenna, was there and we had ladies well past their 9th decade!! So much good food, laughter, a few tears of sweetness, and even a song!

I have to say, I expected MAYBE 15 to 18 ladies, but God has really used this fellowship to bring together a group so mixed I never could have imagined. Some sat quietly in the corner, some flitted around and visited, a couple of new ladies sat with an "oldtimer" to figure out who was who, and in no time, it was done. One lady who never does "Ladies" Things" was there and had a blast! Darla and Linda's idea about the children's bags added a touch of service to our group - Thanks, sisters!! I can only expect this to grow and flourish as the months go by.

As I said in my prayer to start us off - God knew so well how we need each other. Last night was proof positive to all!!

Worshipping with allergies

Yesterday, I could not sing at worship. Ugh - but I found a way to worship without my voice; I just let others around me do it for me! I sat next to a man I've never sat next to in the morning, and WOW - can he sing!! Amazing what you hear when your own voice is silenced! Later that evening, I sat in front of sweet Howard, and heard him sing with all his might, "My eyes are dry, my face is cold..." strong and full of passion. I love to hear him sing. 94 years, and still going. I can always hear Alice, Jackie, Rick and Mary Beth, Jamie and a few others. They lift up the words I am not able to put sound to for fear of disrupting those around me with coughing.
While it's not the optimum way to go, at least I am there, being edified by my brothers and sisters.

Sure beats staying home all by myself!!

Today's List

Every morning, while I eat my cereal, I look to the front section of the San Antonio newspaper to see "the list." Each day, it's something new; often mundane, sometimes really interesting, rarely upsetting. Until today.

The bold print said: America's top 10 heroes. I'll let you guess who was #1.

Obama. Based, it said, on a survey of U.S. adults asked who they admire enough to call heroes.

The criteria for choices?? Doing what's right, regardless of the personal consequences, Not giving up until the goal is accomplished, doing more than what other people expect of them, overcoming adversity, and staying level-headed in a crisis. 2,634 adults responded. Here are the other 9 of the list:

2. Jesus Christ
3. Martin Luther King
4. Ronald Reagan
5. George W. Bush
6. Abraham Lincoln
7. John McCain
8. John F. Kennedy
9. Chesley Sullengerger (airplane pilot who landed safely in the Hudson river.)
10. Mother Teresa

Now, a co-worker told me that I should be happy that Jesus was even included. Sad, but I guess true, considering our population today. All I can say is,

Obama - #1?? Oh, my....

Not a good time to feel like this!

For the past couple of weeks, I have really been wanting to spend money. We live by a Dave Ramsey budget at our house, which means I have my "blow money" each month to do with as I please, and usually I have some to move to the stash I have put away for a trip with the man of my life. Not this month, though.

I keep thinking of things I want to spend money on, and most of them are not necessities. I would like to get some foo-foo for the house, you know - just to liven things up a bit. And I want to shop for my girls and Liz, too. It's just not a good time!!

A few more months, and our budget will have more room in it - then, I'm hoping for a raise in the Blow Money portion. Until then, I will content myself with some small goodies to push down the cravings!!

A losing battle?

I've taughts lots and lots of kids over the years, and for the most part, they were kids who had difficulty learning. Some were due to mothers who abused substances while pregnant, some had low IQs, some were from families where education and genetics combined left little to work with. It's always been a challenge, but never as much as working with the kids I have now.

Dyslexia is a mean booger. You are intelligent enough to know you should know those words, and yet they stump you day in and day out. No matter how hard you look at those combinations, they just don't come together easily. I have a few students this year that look like it hurts them to decode simple, 3 or 4 letter words, and it frustrates me as well as it does them. I would love to be able to "cure" them, but all I can do right now is give them the tools they need and hope they can internalize them eventually.

Thankfully, I am at an age where I have more patience with these kids than I ever have. My heart hurts for their struggles and I try every day to make it as painless as possible. Will I make a difference in the long run - I have to believe I will, so I'd just pack up my stuff and give it to someone else. For now, though, I'm giving it all I've got.

Will wonders never cease?!?

Wow - I hope this is a vision of retirement to come - Andy is cooking dinner!!

Now, my husband is wonderful; he does more than his fair share of chores around here, but cooking is NOT one of them. I've teased him that he will starve to death not long after I go, if I go first. He just does not like to cook, period.

So, he has off today, while I go to school, and when I come home, he is all ready to put it in the oven. The menu - oven-fried chicken, brocolli rice, veggies, and tapioca with strawberries!! Can't wait!!

I'll let you know how it tastes tomorrow!!

Ta-da!

Well, yesterday went just fine. I took my sedation pill and drove straight over to the dentist's office. As I sat there, waiting for it to kick in, I watch as all these little children go walking in happily, unaware that the old lady sitting in her car is terrified to face something they go about routinely.

Just as it is time for the appointment, with my eyes starting to fuzz, I walk in. The receptionist immediately reaches under the counter and pulls out Jackie's I-Pod. We all chuckle, I offer a prayer of thanks, and down I sit.

Not 5 minutes. Didn't even have time to pick up a magazine, and they call me in. I don't know if it was my good timing or their determination to get me in the chair quick, before I change my mind. I'm walked in to the area and am introduced to Dawn, the exocutioner of the day... well, maybe not. She actually is nice. Firm, but nice.

As I attempt to put the earplugs in, after all Dawn's instructions and explainations of the events to occur, the things won't stay in. Now, here are two women in their 50's trying to figure out how to get the darn things in so we can begin. I'm fully sedated by now, but the failure of the earplugs is starting to stress me out anyway. Finally, I ask for tape. Yep, scotch tape. Earplugs firmly taped to my head, we can begin. Don't ask me what I listened to, the drugs erased all memory.

Soon, painlessly, it was over. The dear Dr. came in to give me the run-down on what's next, and Andy takes me home. I'm in bed by 7:30 and up as usual at 6:30 this morning. He hates how I conk out, but I'm getting it done.

I only have about 6 more appointments before I can say I'm caught up. All in all, I don't think it's that bad. Not bad at all for a phobic!!!

Facing one's demons

Here it is, the middle of February, and so far, I have kept my one New Year's resolution. Knowing myself, I knew better than to make certain ones, but because of the past couple of months, I had to do this one; I am getting my teeth taken care of.

Now, I don't want to say anything to make you think "Oh, Gross!", but let's just say there is plenty to do to get things how they need to be. I have neglected things that now come to haunt me, and at the ripe old age of 54, it's time.

The big hurdle for me is that I'm angry at myself. Every day of our married life, I've watched as Andy was obsessive about his dental hygiene, and yet I let lots of time go by without dealing with it.

But, appointment by appointment, we will get it done. I have some dental insurance, which will help, but that is the only bright spot I can think of. I go again today - 3 appointments in a row since New Years' - and my palms are already sweating. Thank goodness for Jackie's I-Pod and sedation pills!

So - if you think about it, send up a prayer about 3:00.

I'm going to do this!!

A Happy Mom

Dana's coming in for the weekend, and it's all I can do to wait two more days!! We saw a lot of each other over the holidays, and we talk daily - sometimes more, sometimes less. But there is nothing as sweet as having her here. When she was growing up, I dreaded these days, of she and Erin being gone from my daily life, and I watched those days approach and arrive before I was ready. But since I am not able to manipulate time as they do on "Heros" or "Lost", I just have to take each day and enjoy them in whatever means I have them. Don't like it, but that is where I am.

So, anyway, Dana's coming in for the weekend, and I plan to soak in every moment of her sweet and tender spirit. I'll share her with her friends for an evening or so, but the majority of the time, she'll be hanging out with old Dad and me. We may even take her to eat for a belated birthday celebration!!

Hurry, Friday!!

Night-time problem...

At night, when I'm up all by myself going to the bathroom, I have the BEST ideas for posts!!! By morning, they're all gone.

I'm either going to need a pad and pencil above the toilet or move the computer in there!!

Friday, at last

This has been a long week; sore throat with no voice makes for a very long school day, and a new student feeling the reins on top of it. I instantly love some of these kids, but not so much this one. I think it is because I feel he disrupts the dynamic of the class and the other boys DO NOT like him. My fear is that they are reacting to my feelings, and that is not fair. I hope to dismiss him soon....

I never was the "new kid." I lived in the same house and went to school with the same classmates all my life. It was a very safe life, and I so wanted that for my girls. Andy and I made the concious decision not to move again after the move back home, as I wanted the girls to have that same constantcy of life that we both had. Imagine how I felt when, one day Erin's senior year she announced, "Man, I never got to be the NEW GIRL!" I think my face just froze - one of those moments I alluded to last post that I thought so one way and they felt the total opposite!!

Have a good weekend!!

My turn

My girls have each done this, so I think I'll give it a try:

25 Things about me

1. I am a 6 generation member of the Church of Christ. A great heritage from a loving family of Christians.

2. I knew I was in love with Andrew the first time he kissed me. I still love his kisses!

3. The day I left Huntsville was the saddest day of my life. Well, Smudge dying is right up there!

4. I am phobic of dentists - no matter how gentle they are, I am beyond scared.

5. Building my home was my dream come true. For years and years, while other girls read 16 and Teen, I was pouring over 1200 Houseplans and the like. I looked in every house I could in every town I lived in. Once I built my home, that need was gone. I never want to see anyone else live in it.

6. Mountains are my favorite place to be... the feel of them and the sight of rain clouds coming over them takes my breath away!

7. My mom was really a good mom - she lay in the grass with us and looked at clouds, and told us there was life outside Poteet, Texas. Anything we wanted, she found a way for us to have it, and I'm finally realizing that I had a really happy childhood.

8. Tulsa Workshop opened my eyes to the beauty of raising hands in praise. I miss doing it!

9. Cheese enchiladas covered in chili and cheese are my favorite food.

10. I love being with little children. Teaching is just an avenue to influence their lives.

11. I was one of those Beatle fans who sat and cried while others screamed full blast.

12. My grandmother Inez and my mother in law are two of my role models. Amazing women, both.

13. I didn't get my ears pierced until I was in my 30s. We went to the mall, and I couldn't chicken out because Dana, Erin and Stephanie (my neice) were watching me. It grossed me out to hear it going through my skin!

14. If I were a man, I'd be a worship leader. As it is, I just sing loudly.

15. Jackie Hutton makes me laugh when no one else can.

16. I've found out that what I thought was important and a big deal to the girls is not what they remember and reminisce about.

17. I wish I'd had more babies.

18. I would love to kiss Nicholas Cage!

19. If mom had had her way, and I'd ended up with John P., I'd be an old hippie living in a commune somewhere in South America. I would like to know what he's up to, though!

20. The years I stayed home with my girls were the best of my life. They were also the poorest, but I'd do it again in a heartbeat.

21. I hate my hair. Always have.

22. I used to be a voracious reader, but lost it when my thyroid messed up and I couldn't stay awake to read. I hope to rekindle it someday!

23. I would love to learn to play the violin.

24. I was with my dad an hour before he died, and he opened his eyes (for the first time in a month) and smiled at me. It was wonderful!!

25. I love my cousins. They remind me of my childhood and they keep me real. I would love to be with them more.


I know I will think of more later, but this is off the cuff. I'm sure it's not anything you didn't already know, but it was fun to reflect.

Next?!?

Exceeded expectations

Maybe I didn't have faith... maybe I didn't want to be disappointed. But, my sisters exceeded my goal, so we are off and running!!

I had said that I would do "Secret Sisters" again if I had enough interest. Following the lead of a great example in the Bible, I said, if there were as few as 12, I would do it. Just like Lot bargained with God to save Nineveh, I set to bar. I wanted to do it, but sometimes, well - the interest just isn't there.

Once I saw I had my 12 (including myself!), I set the meeting and ran off 25 copies of the information sheet. Well, I'm happy to say, Andy had to go run more off!! I was so happy to see all those ladies coming my way, it pumped me up all over!! We are only meeting until May, and we have a good cross-section of the congregation, so I am very happy! Of course, there are a couple who changed their minds for reasons of their own, and still a few more I wish were involved, but I am more than happy for the turnout!!

Now, let's start the fun!!