A fun thought

One of the drawing points for Dana and Erin to attend Texas A & M was the large group of friends from church who were also students there. They went with some familiar faces already in place, which makes moving to such a big place a little easier. They roomed with some, and built many more memories to add to the ones they already had. It also made for security on this mama's part.

Fast forward to tomorrow. Carl and Lisa Royal welcomed Blakely into their family. As I listened to her Grandma Darla talk about her, I thought, "Someday, she could be at A&M with Bladen!" A long-time connection renewed years down the line? Weeklongs, after-game devos, week-end trips to Pleasanton?!

We'll see. I'll get back to you in 18 years!

Wishes

Things I'm wishing for right now:

~ a safe arrival of a healthy Bladen Joel Johnson
~ the answer to Dana's dream come true (my vision?)
~ self-control
~ the safety for our country that I grew up with
~ no more falls for Mom
~ a comfortable retirement in the near future
~ many happy hours with Liz
~ rain
~ a renewed relationship with my brother
~ an active, productive Small Group
~ a safe tour of duty for Tyler
~ Peace for Jackie
~ self-control (yes, I know I've already said that)
~ happiness for my students
~ many more years with Andrew
~ one more ring for Tim, Tony, and Manu!!

The weekend in review

Had a lovely time in Houston - again. We arrived at Dana's apartment with time to spare before falling into bed, and then activities began.

Dana and Andrew got up and headed out for a belated Birthday breakfast. She took him to her favorite place, and then they went to a museum exhibit on the 40th anniversary of the landing on the moon. I was invited to go, but Andy and I don't really do well together at museums... he is a meticulous reader of all things exhibited, and I scan and go. Both parties deemed it a success.

While they took in culture and science, I shopped for Bladen's shower gift and a book for Liz. Never had been to a Babies R Us, and am glad there isn't one in Pleasanton!! I decided a checkbook is not a good thing to take when the amount to spend is open-ended; from now on, I only go in with cash!

After shopping, I arrived at the Johnson home. Once Liz woke up, we had a good reunion (she looks like "Who are you and why are you here so sporadically??" She warmed up pretty quickly this time, and I have to say the highlight of my afternoon was when she was singing. Such a precious sound to my ears! If only I could have recorded it!! Her other grandparents arrived, as did Andy and Dana, so then the sharing began.

One down side to the weekend was that Roark, Liz's canine brother, reacted to some flea repellent, and ended up in the ER for dogs. He is okay now, but it was a downer for the weekend.

Sunday was worship, and then the shower. Lots and lots and LOTS of little boy clothes, so she is set for the first few months. Diapers were the other hit of the day, and those were received very graciously! One we got things back to the house, we hugged, kissed, and said out good-byes.

So, now we wait. Thanksgiving is in two weeks, and then Bladen is scheduled to arrive soon afterward. We are all ready to meet this little man and see what joy he adds to our growing family!!

An amazing thought

One thing that has always amazed me is that different teachers are drawn to different kids. A co-worker and I share a room, and we also share some kids through-out the day. I see her with a young man that I would have killed the second week - day - of the year, and she deals with him SO beautifully! He pushes my buttons just watching him with her, and yet she stays so calm and collected. I have a couple of little ones that affect her the same way. I guess it's a good thing that every kid has some teacher along the way that loves them and deals with their little quirks...

Which makes me transition to the church. How many times you see people drawn to certain personalities and avoid others. And yet, we are called to love each other equally. Sometimes, a hard task to take on. I have a couple of people that I just have a hard, hard time with - and I feel terribly about it. I just try to remember that there are those out among me who feel that way about me!! Shame on me -

The guy in Chicago....

I know you have been hearing about the guy in Chicago who has (at this count) 11 bodies of women in his yard and home. These guys fascinate me, and there have been times when I have taught children that I think will someday be involved in the same activities. Jeffrey Dahmer was a tortured soul, and his life of cruelty and hatred will be studied for the rest of time.

So, how do we get smarter than these men? Where in their childhood was the breaking point of the soul; the decision that it is their right and priviledge to do what they do to another human being? I had a neighbor growing up who, when they had a cat give birth to a litter, filled up a tub and drowned each and every one. He didn't grow up to be a killer, but the other factors were not in place.

I don't know that this post even has a point to it; I just had this on my mind. I guess the fascination I have is partially a hope that I can pick up on some little one and make that part of his heart go the right direction. A big task, but I'm willing....

November 1

How in the world did it get to be November already?!? I love turning calendars to the next month, and it seems like I just did October the other day.... with so much going on, I guess the days go quicker than ever, and with Bladen's arrival almost eminent, I'd better just get ready for it to be December!

We had a good weekend; Andy wanted to just "veg out", and so we did. I slept in; no surprise there - Andy watched some college sports and his beloved PBS This Old House Hour. Trick or Treaters visited us in groups, and then it was time for the SPURS. Manu was the "hit" of the game, with the "batting" down of the bat, and we turned in early after setting our clocks back. It was a peaceful, relaxing day.

This week, I have a couple of second graders to screen for dyslexia, but the week should be calmer after celebrating Red Ribbon Week. That, plus Book Fair, and Halloween, had the kids hyper and the teachers tired. I'm hoping for calmer, quieter days!

So - that's it. Hope you had a good weekend, and that your week is all you need it to be.

Things I like about my job -

When you are a "real" teacher (i.e. - classroom), and then move out to become "Support Staff", it is a real adjustment. Now, I haven't been a "real" teacher in some time, but even my shift to my current position has caused me to find new and more appreciated levels of work:

1. I get to actually talk to my students. Homeroom teachers do not have the luxury of having conversation with their students. I know this because, when I ask them things about their students, they look at me like they have no idea what is going on. Teaching now is about curriculum and scores, not children.

2. No duty. Enough said!

3. No grades, and for me, no lesson plans!! My curriculum is set so rigidly, I just follow the manual and go from there. (Can be boring, so I try to come up with some variants)

4. No grading. See above.

5. I'm not going to say no discipline problems, because I do have some, but a lot of it is referred back to the homeroom teacher or office. I just have my little 45 minutes, and that's enough with some children!!

6. 45 minutes a group and they move on!!

7. I get to laugh at the kids; we have a relationship all it's own. I'm lucky and, and I hope they feel the same way!!


So, in the twilight of my career, I have the dream job. It makes life a lot easier!!

Camping with Dana and other highlites of the weekend -

For the second time in several weeks, Dana has been our hostess as we invaded Houston. She is a gracious, welcoming hostess, and shares her apartment with us openly.

As I look around at her life away from me, I see so much of her and what is important to her; friends, family, special times, God. (Perhaps I should not have listed Him last, for He is certainly not last to Dana!) Her home is comfortable and happy, filled with all the things that comfort and enhance her life. We appreciate her willingness to let us move in and stay a while!!

The weekend was memorable. Erin and Gregg put on quite a first party for Elizabeth, and she was a trooper!! Went to everyone and took it all in stride. While the concept of the candle was obviously lost on her, it marked for us a celebration of a wonderful year; first everything - tooth, sitting up, solid food, smiles; you name it, we celebrated it. And while my mother and father in law were not able to attend, you could see their legacy all around. Bladen, growing strong deep inside Erin, pointed to the future. It was a day all of us will hold on to.

The Johnson family was happy to be there; our lives have blended pretty well over these past 6 years. We are greatful to them for raising such a fine man as Gregg and for loving our daughter and welcoming her into their tiny (by LaMore standards of number!) family.

And then the weekend ended; too soon as usual. But we plan to return, November 7, for the shower awaiting Erin and Bladen. We anticipate his joining us very soon!!

A GREAT day to be a teacher!!

Here's how my day ended:

Student: "Mrs. LaMore, how long have you had this job?" (Uh-oh, I think to myself!)

Me: "Teaching dyslexia classes? Hmmm, about 4 years of doing it full-time. Why?"

Student: "Well, you're pretty good at it!" Delivered matter-of-factly.

I grin - then he goes straight for the heart:

"I'm pretty sure it's because of you that I passed the TAKS Reading test last year."

"Thanks, ________. I appreciate that!" as my heart swells full beyond measure.


Makes getting up a lot easier tomorrow morning!

To be a Nana -

I want to wish my Liz a Happy Birthday - one day late. Yesterday was her 1st birthday, and my phone visit with her and Erin was so fun!! On speaker phone, I told her all sorts of silly Nana things, and Erin told me she was trying to push all the buttons to talk back. I understand that she really enjoyed her celebratory cup cake, but not so much the hat... I cannot wait to see how she handles the big family part coming up this weekend!

Everyone told me that I'd love grandchildren, and they were right. I can't look at a little boy now, without anticipating who Bladen will be, and how he will anchor himself to our hearts. My own grandmothers loved me with all their hearts; and Mamaw had 20 of us to love!! Combing her long, graying hair, going to the store to spend my valued dollar with her, getting letters from her that encouraged me and told me each time just how much she loved me are only a microscopic portion of her influence in my life - how I hated it when she left us at only 70 years!! My Grandma Annie was a hoot; a funny little Dutch German woman, who burned the sugar cookies and somehow still made them taste like gold! When I would spend the night with her, she'd pull me to the floor while she said the rosary - her false teeth clattering along with the rosary beads.

So, here we are at the beginning of my Grandmotherhood - the future is full of ways for me to show Liz and Bladen how dear they are to me, and all the fun stuff only Nana's get to do.

Elizabeth; thank you for opening the door to this next portion of my life - as your Aunt Dana would always say; "You are first!"

I really wish I didn't think of these things -

Had a lovely, sweet visit with my cousin Randall and his Linda this weekend. They were passing through, and we had lunch together. Broke out the grandbaby pictures, and vacation pictures. Had good laughs and sweet memories. I really wish I lived closer to them....

Later, Andrew and I drove to SA. He was hungry for shrimp and those delicious biscuits at Red Lobster, and I'll always take a good steak (Different blog for a different day!), so we went up. Did some birthday shopping for Miss Liz, and then went to dinner.

Somewhere along the route from Pleasanton to SA, in some conversation that I can't remember, this came out of my mouth; "In 15 years, I'll be 70."

15 years - are you kidding me?!?! Do you know how fast 15 years flies by?!? I wanted to put on the brakes, reverse, and take that thought out of my mind - it keeps reverberating over and over the past two days - 15 years to 70.

Now, I know. None of us are guaranteed 70 years, but my dad and my grandmother both died in their 70th year, and that is just coming too soon! Erin will be 42 - Dana, 45. Liz will be a teenager, and so will Bladen.

Breathe, Amy. Enjoy today - anticipate good years, but don't focus on the realization. Don't look back at how fast the last 15 years have passed - just relax.

Thy will be done.

Only half a pill!

I've shared before about my phobia towards the dentist chair. I, at one point, required music, gas, and a "happy pill" to even get me in the office - many years went by while my teeth suffered and I avoided the inevitable. Even now, the memories of some of those visits make me quiver with nerves!!

But last year, I decided, "You are 53 years old - get over it!" That decision, along with my dentist no longer having the invaluable nitrous oxide to comfort me, has gotten me to my visit today. I have all but two repairs done - a victory of sorts - and today, when I go get the next part of my new crown, I will be going on only half a happy pill! Two reasons - I don't want to sleep tonight and tomorrow away in a stuper, and I want to wean myself off totally. I trust my sweet Dr. David, who is so patient with me, and so I reach this milestone. I'm not sure I can do the last big appointment without it, but for today, it's a plan. Keep me in your thoughts as I take this step -

I'm hoping to one day be his patient of the month!!!

Ray's sermon

This past Sunday, Ray spoke on discipleship. He spoke to us about the commitment we make at baptism, so be a true follower of the Christ. To face the unimaginable and stand up for Who it is we believe in, rather than the everyday "I'm a Christian" talk we may or may not own up to. When the sermon turned to even facing death at the hand of a non-believer, for the first time in my life, I really felt compelled to consider that happening. Growing up in unconquerable America, I've never considered the fact that this is a possiblity, and now - with so many people arming themselves with the express point to taking us out, I felt threatened.

At dinner later, some friends were talking, and I said that I don't think we will be taken over by someone even expected by us as an enemy, but rather from the south, or some rebel nut with a cause. I think I miss the old Cold War - at least we had a face to fear!

So, while this isn't the most encouraging post of my blog, please consider it. Is your discipleship firm and committed? I hope so; I'm looking forward to our spending eternity together!

For the most part....

I am a happy person. I have a lot of wonderful things in my life, things that - while I wasn't arrogant enough to expect them, I wasn't surprised when they happened. I have a husband that keeps on going with me, even though after all this time, I think he's going to realize one day that I'm not "all that" and leave me for someone else. He says he still likes to hold my hand above all else - how sweet is that ?!? Sometimes, I think I want to leave me; to run away and make his life better.... but I'm not strong enough to do it.

I have two daughters that wrote the book on loving their mom. Erin and I have learned together how to manage the "married-daughter-too-many-phone-calls" situation, and I think we've done pretty good! My son-in-law hasn't blown a gasket yet, anyway!! Dana still takes it in stride when I treat my first-born like she is Liz's age and not a grown woman, and even though I try to realize it; she'll always be my baby girl.

My church family loves me unconditionally (I think, anyway!) What a blessing they are to me in my walk with our Lord - Andy and I don't even speculate about leaving after retirement; where could we go away from our family? Who could love us as much?!?

So that leaves work and me. Work is good; I like my kids and my co-workers, but I am looking forward to someday soon being able to walk away and be a full-time Nana. With Dave Ramsey helping us, it won't be long.

Now, if I could just get myself together. As year 55 approaches, I see so much in my self that I have great need to fix. Everyday things that, I go to bed with great resolve of repairing, and wake to the morning with just dealing with the day. I really, really want to back up the years, and redo some things - and since that's not likely to happen, I'll just deal with one thing at a time.

I just hope I have patience with myself to get it done.

The thing about babies....

Liz has reminded me of some basic facts about babies that I'd forgotten in the 25+ years since I had one:

~it's really better if you let them approach you rather than just grabbin' them at first - cuts down on the crying and grabbing for Mom!
~ they are full of such entertaining facial expressions! Adults and even older children have learned to "control" their faces due to learned reactions, but not babies. You get exactly what they feel at every moment.
~ nothing - nothing - smells as good as a baby!
~ the whole world is new to them - things that we just look at, they see with new eyes. Help us to open our eyes to their world!

Thanks, Liz - you taught your Nana lots and lots! I love you -

Where's my fire?

Jackie knows just what to say to me, even when she isn't talking TO me... last night, at the evangelism seminar, she talked about her sense of apathy among our congregation. She gave me a lot to think about in my own life, do I look for open doors and searching people who are hungry for what I have in Christ? Am I complacent in assuming that those around me are "happy" in their spiritual lives?

I have a lot to think about and do. How many opportunities have I missed, and can I change my old habits? I'm going to give it my best effort-

The days that pass....

Yesterday, Erin and I were talking, and in the background Liz was playing. Sweet little sounds of music, banging, laughing and a few whimpers filled the air as our conversation continued. Erin was telling me all the things that Liz has begun to do in the 2 months since I saw her last, and it made me even more anxious to get to Houston this weekend. I think the thing I am most in a hurry about is, I want Liz to KNOW me; to recognize my voice and anticipate my coming to see her - I want to be real to her, not someone who shows up once a month ( or longer!) that could be just anyone. I am ready to be her NANA. Hopefully, with the frequency of visits in the upcoming weeks, she will begin to put it together. I know it will happen soon, but I am impatient.... come on, Friday!!!

Rain, rain, and more rain!!

My God can really answer prayers!! After many months of dryness and absolutely horrid heat, He came through and has blessed us with the most beautiful rain showers and cool temperatures! It has been such a beautiful sight to see it fall, and to feel the refreshing air when the opportunity comes to be outside - hopefully the cycle will continue for a while, but if it doesn't, we will take what is given to us.

Thank you, Father, for hearing us and sending us such relief! You truly bless us!!

The weekend that wasn't

This past weekend was a bust. I had a dentist appointment on Friday afternoon, so that means I was "drugged" all evening. I'm getting better; it's taking less of the happy pill to get me in the chair, but I still have my moments of anxiety. Drat that Dr. Byrom of my youth!!

Andy did a great job on the yard on his birthday. Problem is, by Saturday, he was really stiff and sore, so we didn't go out to eat like we planned. Fallback plan; supreme pizza with extra cheese from Pizza Hut. That, plus Reba dvds made the day do-able.

Yesterday, he was still stiff and sore, so he stayed home from worship. We had delicious left-over chicken for lunch and then stayed in. He finally let me rub him with Theragesic and use the vibrator on his back, so he is much better today.

It's no fun to have him down; I miss the corny jokes and playful picking on me that he does when he feels good. I'm waiting to have that back asap!!

Hope your weekend was better!!

Andrew

Today is my husband's birthday. He is 55; for a few months a year older than I. Last night, we joined the Jr./Sr. High School class at church to "share our story." He let me go first, we shared about finding each other all those years ago, and how being with a Christian mate makes life and faith so much stronger. He talked about having God in his life - being his life.

So, today, on this anniversary of his birth all those years ago, I look back a little, to the fun and adversity we have faced, but mostly I look to the future. What does it hold for us in these next years? Will Pleasanton remain our home in our "retirement" - will retirement come in time to truly enjoy it? Will our home be filled with lots of little ones to pass on the stories to?

Whatever we face, as long as Andy is there, I'll be fine. He is my stability and my future.

Happy Day, Andrew!!

A week gone by!

It's hard to believe it's almost been a week since I last posted! Lots of busy days, and now, my latest addiction - Farm games on Facebook!! It just seems not to enter my mind to post here, but I want to continue this so I'd better get busy!

The highlight of the week was RAIN! Praise God - we've had showers pretty much since Wed., some with wonderful, loud thunder! Over 2 inches, which doesn't seem like much, but we will take it and be greatful! This morning, I looked out during breakfast, and my wisteria is breaking out in new growth!! Amazing...

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Yesterday in Bible Class, a woman was talking about the urgency of time in our lives. The discussion had been along the lines of patience, and most of us had stated that being more patient is a benefit (one of the few!) of growing older. The perspectives shift, and what used to "hurry us up" just doesn't matter now. She is a little younger than me; her sons are still at home, and she told us how she is always encouraging them to make the most of today. Now, I don't think we should waste days, but this lady is over the top! She toldus that she has "less than 1500 days" until her sons leave for college. Now, that pretty much got everyone's attention - I think several of us were feeling pretty bad for the boys at that point!

So, as I close this post, I think about Liz and Bladen; I hope to enjoy each day - moment - I have with them and think of this poem that was popular when my babies were babies:

Cleaning and dusting can wait till tomorrow,
For babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow.
So fly away cobwebs, dust go to sleep!
My baby's a baby, and babies don't keep!!

I know a precious girl....

I know a precious young woman who is struggling right now. She is full of life and talent and has a loving, caring heart. Her home is full of little children who give her such pleasure and love, and she is learning to express herself beautifully through the art of photography. She has a full life ahead of her, and lots of people who love her.

Right now, things are rough. She is working very hard to straighten things out, and correct mistakes she has made. It may take a while, but I feel sure she will pull out of it. All of us fall to the depths of sorrow and regret that she is in right now, and we know where she is coming from. The hardest part will be forgiving herself - and accepting that Her Father has forgotten whatever she has asked. She will never be the same, but her life - it can be better than ever.

I'm pulling for her that all will be well soon -

There comes a time....

It's a parent's reflex to want to protect your child. I am/was no different as a Mother - when Dana and Erin were exposed to something or someone that I saw as a threat, I jumped right in there to take care of them. Those instincts don't go away even when your baby girl has a baby girl, or is in the 7th year of teaching. You want them to only see pretty things, or know nice people, or so on.

Andy and I have always felt like you need to let children live their lives and face their challenges on their own in order to grow into well-balanced adults. So far, so good.

Now, I'm having some issues with the parents of today. Our school district, like those evidently all over the nation, is being inundated with calls from parents not wanting their child to hear the President's address to school children on Tuesday. All the big heads got together and decided not to show the speech live, but to tape it for parents to watch with their children later if they choose. The big threat to damage the all-important Average Daily Attendance by parents keeping their children home that day was the deciding factor, or so I suppose.

Now, I am NOT an Obama fan. I was not a Clinton fan, a Nixon fan, or even always a Bush fan. But I would not keep the girls home from school to prevent them from hearing what the President of the United States said in a speech to school-aged children. As the girls grew, we would make them sit and watch the speeches with us, and discuss the content of the talk afterwards. I know that this is different in that it is during school when parents cannot likely be with their child, but this just doesn't feel "right" to me - what is it that we are teaching theses kids? Is this man truely going to say things to indoctrinate a bunch of kids that blatantly? I find that really hard to believe, but maybe I just don't want to believe it.

Tuesday will tell. Right now, I'm giving him the benefit of a doubt. If he blows it, I'll come back here and apologize to you all. I really, really hope I'm wrong. Really.

Rolling with the punches

No matter how organized the beginning of school looks on paper, there are always glitches. Those who are homeroom pretty much get priority, because - well, they have the hardest job. The kids show the first day, and they are needing routine, so those of us who are "support staff" line up for our wishes.

Since I'm in two different rooms at Elem., that means I need two stations. No biggie; except when you need furniture swapped out and arranged. Luckily, the custodial staff likes me, and two weeks into it, I'm set and ready to go. Now, if the old dinosaur computers hold up, I'm good!!

Hope your day is going as well....

It's gotta be that heat!

Usually, by Friday, I am tired. Lots of dealing with children can do that to a person, and so Fridays are the night I look forward to the most. No partying or going out for me; just let me come home and be quiet.

Yesterday was truly the same, with the added feature of it having been the first week of school. Getting a new year up and going is stressful even when things go well, as mine have. So, I was in my usual Friday mode.

Then, Andy came home. He was just as wiped out as I was!! He usually is a little tired, but he was gone. Out by the count of 3; we decided it had to be this heat stripping us all of out last ounce of energy - his whole office was the same.

So, more than ever, I am ready for the beginning of September. While it will still be hot for a while, at least the Calendar points us to cooler weather in the future!!

At least, that's what I'm hoping for!!

Stay cool!

Thanks, Dave!!

I grew up in a money-challenged home. By that I mean, even though we were in the age of "Women's Lib" - the 60s, my mom never was allowed to write a check until I was probably a Senior in High School. She was a stay-home mom, and my Dad was in control of the money. (Now, knowing what I do, I understand why!!) But, because of that, my mom taught me some very unhealthy-to-the-marriage things about manipulating the budget. Some of them I carried on to my marriage, and it really hurt us, in more ways than one.

Like a lot of young American couples, we ran up debt; a teacher and a probation officer don't make oogles of money, but we both admit now that we did not manage it well.

Then, we met Dave Ramsey.

Dave has shown us "the way" - and we are closer than ever to being Debt-Free. Last night, Andy wrote the last check on my car, almost a year early!! It was a great feeling, and not because now I have more money to spend, but the list of what we owe grew shorter by a big one. With retirement not too far in the future, every bit we do helps a lot. (I want to retire and get to be with Liz, Bladen, and grandbabies still in my future!!)

So, with the check in the mail to pay off my car (and let's all pray it runs for a long, long time!!) - I say, "Thanks, Dave!!"

One day down....

I am so tired.

Getting back to work after a summer off is draining - I know, poor me!! But when your brain still thinks it can stay up until midnight, and sleep in and wake up at your leisure, it takes a while to adjust to just that. And wearing shoes 9 hours a day?!? Torture!

But the kids are back, the schedules are set, and the calendar's ticking!! We're off!!

Such Irony!

I am so spoiled. I'm just coming off my nice, long (realitively) summer, and the first week has been productive and encouraging - yet I'm pouting because Andy has the day off and I don't!! How goofy is that?!?!

All summer, Andy gets up and leaves me in my nice, comfy bed while he goes off the make humanity better. He never whines of grumbles, just keeps up with his routine and goes off the provide for our home. Me, I get to do whatever I like and still get my check. Now, that's what's great about teaching!!

On a serious note, things seem to be off to a good start here at school. I was pretty apprehensive at the end of school about some changes that were coming, and tried very hard not to let it color my Summer, but into the 1st week, things are better than I dreamed. Let's pray it continues!!

Thanks for the reminder, Jackie!!

Everyone I know needs a friend like Jackie. She punches me in the gut regularly with her honesty and passion, and she is the Jiminy Cricket on my shoulder. Let me just say that I love her more and more as we take our journey together.

In her blog today, she talks about being in a group of people and realizing as she watches them the importance of showing Christ to those around her, many of whom she doesn't know or will see again. This is a sobering prospect for me as I begin school this year; new co-workers, new students, returning students that I had last year - will they see the Christ in me?! Will I show His love and compassion, His tolerance for those I might in some way feel superior to, kindness to someone in need that others are rushing past in an effort to "get things done"? How will I face each day?

So far, things are going well - but the year is three days old. I am committed more now than before to make this a year in which I glorify my Lord to the best of my ability.

Thanks, Jackie - I love you.

About a 7....

Yesterday at church, I asked a lady how she would rate her summer. She thought a minute, then said, "Oh, about a 7." Now, over the summer, this woman had gotten married and gone on an Alaskan cruise! I wonder what SHE would rate a10?!?

So I got to thinking about my summer, and I also give mine a 7. Some really good things happened; visiting with my girls, having the Johnsons, complete with Roarke for a visit, going to the mountains, the successful lumpectomy, and enjoying nice, quiet days at home were the highlites. But there were some down sides; I again did not accomplish the "tasks" I set for myself, and I worried about things over which I have no control. The heat and lack of rain were a real downer, on top of it all. But overall, it was a good break from school.

Now today, we are back. As I looked over my list of students, I saw their little smiling faces and wondered if they were anxious to come back. I will see them next week, full of excitement. I pray for a good, productive year.

So. How would you rate your summer?!? Hope it was good!!

Voices of the past

Earlier in the summer, Jackie made Farmville and Farmtown on Facebook sound like so much fun that I signed up. I am having lots of fun with both those farms; but the coolest part of it is that I've caught up with so many people!! Old classmates (one of whom asked me if I still walked on my toes!), old friends, and my niece that I haven't spoken to in 20+ years! My connection with her led to finding out that my brother's "wife" had passed away - can you tell we're close!?! - which led me to contacting my sister and her son. It's been very cool to reaquaint myself with everyone, and look forward to keeping up with them.

So, thanks, Jackie!!

So, here we are

Well. Today is the last Monday before school starts. Every summer, I make all these plans of things I want to do, and only a few are accomplished. As I get closer to retirement, I find myself enjoying the solitude of being at home, doing things at my own pace, "calling my own shots." My mother enjoyed being by herself, and she used to say to me, "Amy, if you don't like being with you, no one else will either." Funny how that makes so much more sense to me now. I spend so much time during school taking care of my kids and being - hopefully,- a good employee, that when summer comes, it takes a while to readjust and clear my head. Thankfully, Andy understands this and lets me spend my days to my liking.

So, as I enter this last week at home, I will try to pull together some of those not-accomplished plans and prepare to return to work. All the while, watching the last blitz of movies still on my list!!

Oh, Man -

I really hope that, if I die before Andy, his next wife is a morning person!! Guilt!

News from Houston!

Erin and Gregg (and Liz!) are having a boy!! The sonogram today gave them the news, and so we got the news a bit ago. All looks well, and things are still a go for Dec. 12, 2009.

Welcome, baby boy Johnson!!

Quiet after the weekend

Well, as Dana drove off yesterday, I looked over to see my empty driveway. After being full of cars over the past few days, it looked pretty lonely, and suddenly, I felt lonely with it. We had a peaceful, happy visit, full of good memories from home videos of days gone by. Bekah and Jace's reception was nice; Katherine Norwood is an amazing woman!! Liz was a champ through it all; going to folks she didn't know but who wanted to hold her and take in her charm. Her calm, patient mom putting up with my desire to do things perhaps not to her liking, but tolerating me to a point.

I think my favorite view of the weekend was watching Andy with Liz. He's not one to get in there and play, but he loves just walking around with her. At worship yesterday, he and Liz made the rounds, her placidly nestled in his arms, her little arm draped relaxed over his shoulder. It made me smile to see them doing such a simple, but sweet thing. Our house is empty and quiet now....

Today, we learn the gender of Baby Two. I can't wait. Don't know yet if they'll share the name or not, but some info is forthcoming!!

Dana brought school stuff to share, and we huddled on the loveseat and went over it. She is such a professional, full of passion for her profession. I wish her the very best school year yet!! Children are blessed to have her in their world.

So, with Gregg and Roarke along to finish out the family, it was a great weekend. I am so blessed to have them all in my life - and the fun thing is; I know we're not finished!! More wonderful souls will join their lives to us in the future to complete us, and I can't wait!! Come soon!!

Until then....

What a week!

This has been a really busy week - dentist appointment, 2 doctor's visits, a greatly needed haircut, a good visit with a friend, and now, today my girls' come in to town!! Gregg follows on Friday, then Bekah's reception on Saturday. Whew - I'm exhausted already, but it's all from such good stuff!!

I'm just getting started on Facebook, and it's a trip! Two really neat things have come out of it already - I'm getting reaquainted with my brother Gary's daughter whom I haven't personally talked to in over 20 years! Her life has been apart from ours for a long, long time, and mom kept me up to her whereabouts through Gary, but since Mom died, she's been aol (absent without leave to you older readers!). It's been nice to hear from her!

Also, old classmates are approaching me to see if it's really "me", and that's been fun. I had to laugh out loud yesterday when one asked me if I still walked on my "tip toes." It's odd to me the things we remember about each other! By the way - I don't. I don't know that we will continue long conversations along these lines, but it's been fun to run across their names and catch up.

Well, I'd best go prepare for the girls to arrive. Andy stayed up late to do his part in "Liz - proofin" the place, but I've got chores to do.

Poverty at it's most evident

After leaving Ouray, with it's wonderfully expensive Swiss architecture, we headed South. All through Colorado, we enjoyed the beautiful villages and towns along the way. Even when we went through areas not so economically blessed, they were still - well, attractive in their own way. I guess mountains, streams, and green grass do a lot to "fix up" a joint.

Then, we entered New Mexico and it's Indian Reservations.

Growing up in South Texas, I've seen poverty; I've taught children of poverty, and my own family has known poverty in my parents' past. But not like this.

I tried to explain it to Dana today on the phone; the hovels plunked down with no seemingly rhyme nor reason, surrounded by dirt, dirt, and more dirt. No trees, bushes, plants of any nature other that a weed here and there. The people live in clumps of humanity or solely in the middle of nowhere, where it looks like there is no water for hundreds of miles. Sometimes the doors were open, as if trying to let any semblance of air inside, and sometimes a poor, starving animal would be wondering around as if searching for a drop of water or morsel of food.

On the highways, we would see in the distance a huge casino, calling travelers to come in and try their luck; Andy wouldn't indulge me, but I would have gone in in a heart beat. Those buildings, along with the state-of-the-art schools within the boundaries of the reservations, made me almost sick to look at. A couple of the schools has astroturf football fields, and other niceities. It made me feel like a person coming upon a horrific auto accident; I didn't want to look at these places, but I had to. It was beyond my understanding that people in America could live like these people did. It almost made me ashamed to go past them in my nice, air-conditioned car wearing decent clothing. It mad me sad.

I know that having "things" does not determine happiness or success. I know that people are people no matter their status in society. I know that people can pull themselves out of a situation if the desire is within them. I just had a very hard time fathoming their lives in those conditions. It broke my heart.

Home again

All week, I've been trying to remember the interesting points of our trip to include in this post; not just "stuff" to share, but what made this trip any more special that any other. Here goes:

I never knew the earth was so many colors! New Mexico especially - I saw soil and rocks in every shade known to man almost - not green except for algae - but black, brown (duh!), orange, coral, white, gray, purple. I truly understand why New Mexico is the "Land of Enchantment" with all these colors and textures. The Valley of Fires was very impressive with it's black rock covering mile after mile of ground.

Sometimes, just sittin and watching the folks around you is the best entertainment. In Ouray on Tuesday, a rain "shower" hit as we were going from shop to shop. Luckily, we found an alcove between some buildings that had a place to sit. For 20 minutes, we watched first the rain, then hail fall out of the mountains. The temperature dropped by 20 degrees at least, and the people were a blast to watch. One guy was actually out in it catching it in a cup - must be a fellow Texan!

Ouray, Colorado had 2 places that were "chains" - a Best Western, hidden way off the beaten path, and a Conoco station on the edge of town. Every other shop, market, hotel, or restaurant was local. Not one drive-thru beverage barn to be found; not even a DQ! No pharmacy, no Wal-Mart, no Blockbuster. You are FORCED to take in this quaint, historic little town and make do. Poor us!!

I don't think I would have survived in those mountains during the mining days. Life was just plain hard, and you died young. Going anywhere and getting anything done was a big process, and there wasn't any timed to be bored or in mischief.

The second part of our trip was totally unplanned. We had a little car trouble, and so we needed to get to a dealership. This cut our time in Ouray one day short, and we headed to Durango. Luckily, the car was fine, and so we headed back to Albequerque. Soon, Andy decided we needed to go to 4 Corners; the place where 4 states meet. It is a LONG, slow drive, through some dirty, poor little towns to the Navaho Indian Reservation where 4 Corners is found. When you turn in to this desolate place, you have no idea what is ahead. It was full of folks from all over, laughing and playing; taking pictures of everyone, seeing just how many ways the human body can get itself into all four states at once. A great place to observe people and to call your daughters to share your discovery!!

We went then into Gallup. Ate at Cracker Barrel and slept in white, white sheets at the Hampton Inn.

Next day; the VLA. Very Large Array - the satellites used to look for ET. Again - a long, long drive through more Indian Reservations (another post on another day!) to a spot filled with people. (I kept thinking of Field of Dreams - "If you build it....") It was awesome to see what God has created and allowed His creation to study.

Smoky the Bear Monument. They actually had to smuggle his dead bear body in at night and bury him at 3 am because of all the threats to steal his body! Early Michael Jackson hysteria!!

Back to Roswell; back to home. Tired. Dirty laundry in many bags, some souvenirs and lots of pictures to develop. Lots and lots of miles - 2,400 I believe - in a car with the man I love. Lots of talking, lots of silence as we took it all in. The brain can only hold so much before the facts begin to run together.

It was a good trip.

So far, so good!

Our trip to Colorado has been great, so far. I am posting from a little internet cafe where we had a delicious breakfast. I find this very interesting since this little town has no DQ, drive-through beverage barn or any "Stop and Go' kind of places!

We have met folks from all over, even some Amish - it's a very touristy kind of town, with lots of history and flavor. Yesterday, we took a jeep trip to the top of Imogene Pass (13,113 ft.) and had lots of fun. The roads were treacherous at some points, but our guide was great.

More details later - Andy is ready to move on.

Ready, Set - Go!

Well - Lord willing, tomorrow we head off for our Vacation!! I'm washing and gathering, and listing things we need to remember; battery charger for the camera, phone charger, hotel confirmations - all necessary to make this the wonderful, relaxing get away I've so been anticipating. Andy works all day today, then we'll finish putting things together so we can head out early.

Won't have access to a computer for 8 days; or so I think. I'm selling off my animals and harvesting my plants on Farmtown so it can sit and wait on me, then I'll buy all the animals back when I return. I can only imagine my email after that many days!!

So, until we return, take care! Andy has his cell for emergencies, and maybe a call or two to check in with the girls; otherwise, we will "talk to you later!" Try to stay cool -

Memories of the past

I love my sister-in-law, Christine. She is an amazing mother, wife, and daughter. Her home is welcoming and happy; even when things are hectic, she is calm. She is one of the only things I love about going to Houston, and we never seem to have time to just visit.

A couple of months ago, she began a project that is daunting; she is asking each family member (about 22 of us, not counting Liz!) to answer questions about our childhood. We answer them, and then she plans to put them in a book for us all! I cannot wait to read all the answers, and I look forward to each question.

Here are this week, and next's:

What is a favorite tradition you had in your family?

What is one thing that your parents taught you that you will pass on to your children?

Now, some of these take a while for me to decide, and some come instantly. What I'm looking forward to seeing is how siblings recall the same event or teaching!

How would you answer the questions above?? Share, if you please!

Enough, already!!

It's pretty bad when the thing you look forward to most is not having to cook dinner in a kitchen in July in Texas!! It doesn't matter that the a/c is blowing, by the time I'm finished, I look like I just got out of the shower, and want to get in the shower!! I'm keeping a close eye on the temperature in Colorado; the high today was 79!! I think I can do a few days of that!! Add some majestic peaks and a waterfall, and I just may stay there permanently!! One week to go!

Dana's visit

We've had a nice, long visit with Dana this past week! She came in on Sunday night, and is heading back to Houston in a bit. She's gotten to sleep in, relax with me on the couch, watched a movie or two, had lunch with Jackie, and played Wii with her buddies. It's been so nice to have her here - I never tire of being with her and talking, talking, talking. Andy wonders what it is we talk about - but it's more what don't we talk about. I'm so grateful she and Erin still want to come home!! She is in a good spot in her life; content and optimistic, and that's such a good thing for a mom to see!!

I love the summer for this reason; Dana is here now, then all the group will come in about 3 weeks for a reception, and then I hope to journey back with them to Houston for a few days before the new school year begins. I want a few lazy days with Liz before she outgrows this marvelous stage that she is in right now, and before my ability to just go as I please is replaced by work.

Life is good right now -

Good, good news!!

Dr.'s office called today - all the results are benign!!! Jackie said she knew it, and I wanted to know it, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little anxious when the phone rang!!

So, thanks be to God for His loving care, and thanks to all of you who've been with me through the ordeal!! Now, I can plan on that trip to the mountains with nothing hanging over me!!

Happy Birthday, America!

The year I was in 4th grade, Mrs. Stinson was my teacher. I remember her and that year like it was yesterday. Two pivitol things happened that year that changed my path forever; my sister, Marsha, was born, and I had my first traumatic visit to the dentist. But that's not the reason for this post.

Mrs. Stinson taught me everything. What I mean by that is, she was my only teacher - we did not change classes, so what I learned that year, I learned from her. I remember her physical prescence; stout, plain dresses that buttoned down the front; short, curly hair, glasses. I have no idea her age; people I thought were old at the time I learn now were only in their late 40s.

Why I think of her today is the songs we sang while in her class. She was ahead of her time; "crossing the curriculum" combining handwriting, Social Studies, and music appreciation. We had these yellow folders (Social Studies; Texas' yellow roses!) filled with page after page of all these patriotic songs in our best cursive handwriting. Now, being 4th grade, a lot of them were songs about Texas, but a lot of them were about our nation. We would open them up, and while she led us, we would sing with all the gusto 4th graders could produce.

One of my favorites was, "This is my Country":
This is my Country,
Land of my birth -
This is my Country,
Grandest on earth!

I pledge thee my alligiance -
America, the Bold!
For this is my Country -
To have, and to hold!

Mrs. Stinson was a great teacher - she filled us with a love and respect for this great land that has only been impacted throughout the rest of my schooling. I
honor her today, as we celebrate this great land once again.

Up and moving

Andy and I got home about 10:30 last night... the whole episode taking about 12 hours from pulling out of the driveway to pulling back in. The main things that hurt today are NOT what I went in for at all; it's my tailbone from sitting in the bed all day and my throat from the tube they put in. All in all, the rest was/is pretty painless. Have mammo after mammo to make sure the wire went into the exact spot was unpleasant, but if it guided the surgeon, then I could handle it.

One thing I know is, the people at Methodist are some of the nicest I've ever had to be around. Those people truly act like they love their job and serving people. It makes the nastiness of being in a hospital bearable.

One comical note: while getting registered, they asked if I wanted the chaplain to come and pray with me before the procedure, and I said, "Sure". 8 hours later, just before they put in my IV, I told the nurse to just forget the prayer; let's get this done! She laughed, gave me my pre-surgery "margarita", and out I went. I was not in the mood to wait for one more person - chaplain or not!!

Now, if my head will just clear!! :)

Out of pocket

Well, Andy and I are about to go up to Methodist for my lumpectomy. Today, I feel apprehensive; told Andy I'd just like to change my mind, but that's not an option. So, please pray, and I'll post all about it soon -

Jim Lassiter

Andy and I met Jim and Faye Lassiter in Huntsville during our dating/newlywed days. Their daughter, Theresa, ran in our Bible Chair group, and they were always around, or we were at their house. He was a grumpy, complaining sort of guy; Faye the charmer of the group. At first, he scared me.

Heart trouble ran in Jim's family, and we soon learned that Jim had retired because his cardiologist basically told him to "go home, sit down, and wait to die." Right. That was 1975ish. Now, he didn't run marathons, or eat crazy stuff with lots of fat, but he certainly didn't sit down. They served in everyway he could, loved his two daughters and grandson with all his - pardon the pun, - heart, and even outlived dear Faye.

After we left Huntsville, they began Soujourning with their camper. Faye began having strokes; small at first, becoming more incapacitating each time. We kept in touch with Christmas cards and on visits to Huntsville. And then, we heard that Faye died. Now the man she took care of all those years was alone. He kept going on Soujourn trips, and met and married Delores in 4 days.

We ran into them in Tulsa right after they married; they showed us pictures of the wedding; his two girls and her four boys. One happy family, and Jim was not alone anymore. They later moved to Kerrville, and we saw them a couple of times afterwards; they came to Gregg and Erin's wedding. People from Pleasanton that visited in Kerrville would meet them, and they'd always ask about us.

When their Christmas card came back this year, I got worried, but not enough to investigate, and I learned this weekend in Huntsville that Jim has died. They moved to Phoenix to stay with Delores' son, and he died there. We never heard.

While I wasn't truly surprised, it made me so very sad to learn we've lost Jim here on this earth. He always loved strongly, and told things boldly. I felt like his daughter when I was with him. I know he is at peace, but I will miss not seeing him again.

Andy has 5 men he considers mentors in his Christian walk; Jim was one of the first.

A weekend of remembering

I know, that title is a lot like the last one; but it fits the past few days for Andy and me. The 45th reunion of the Bible Chair was very nice - we felt very welcomed and very loved, if not very far removed from our years there. The group was small, if the couples that live in Huntsville had not been there, it would have been very, very small!

Our arrival in Huntsville brought back lots of good memories; once we checked into our hotel, we drove around the city and took in lots of old haunts. Our little duplex where we first lived is still standing, but the barbeque place next door is shut down. We had dinner where we had our rehersal dinner 33 years ago; I think the same curtains were still hanging, and the waitresses had definitely not been born yet!! The food was okay....

Saturday brought lots of familiar faces and stories. I told the one about meeting Andy in the funeral home, he told the one about me "stealing" the donuts on a weekend trip to Dallas. We talked about those not there, and gave the new director some interesting facts about the groups that came before him. That night, we had a nice banquet at the church building, and two of the three elders who began the BC were there! Our sweet Brother Ray King has recently passed away, but we recalled his influence on getting things running. It is amazing the lives these men impacted with their decision - elders, deacons, ministers, Godly husbands and wives, and so on are the result of their desire to touch young Christians on a college campus.

Sunday, the alumni conducted services, so Andy served on the Lord's table, along with the others. We sang great songs, visited with those we had not seen yet, and then had lunch with the Taylors. It felt really good to be back. Of course, everyone asked about Dana and Erin, and I'd come prepared with lots of pictures, so that was an added bonus!!

Leaving Huntsville is always sad for me; I have such good memories of living there. I just hope that those who were not able to be there can make it next time -

Back where we started

Tomorrow morning, Andy and I leave for a reunion in Huntsville. We met in the Fall of 1973; he a Sophomore, me a Freshman at Sam Houston State. To say we fell in love fast is an understatement; I was only there two months before I met him, so all my college memories have him in them. This weekend, we will travel back to visit with our Bible Chair group and attend worship with the saints.

Huntsville is so many things to us; the Tissues, getting married, graduating from college - my dad so proud I thought he would pop! - having Dana there. We always said we would go back there to retire... don't say that anymore, but it will be so lovely to see that place again!

Andy grew to love the church in Huntsville. It was his first exposure to the Body of Christ, and so many loving people taught him about the Christian family. A large number of those have gone on to Heaven; Brother Kramer, Faye Lassiter, Betty Waldron - sweet people who just made it known that we were a part of their lives. Some have moved on to become elders, some have divorced, some have stayed right there and lived out their lives in the tall pines and rolling hills.

While I am a little apprehensive about going, since I don't quite look the same as they last remember me, I'm going to put on a brave face and enjoy myself. I'm sure we all have changed some, and it's our inner self that matters, right?! So, we'll talk about the past, share photos of past adventures and new grandbabies, and hug each other tights when we leave. Not a bad way to spend a weekend, right?!

A change in plans

Way back in December, when the board funded our little bonus, I mentioned that I was wanting to take a trip with the "discretionary income" I'd been afforded. Right away, I knew I wanted to do something different - something Andy and I had not done before; a new place.

All Spring, I'd banked on Philadelphia. Got the brochures, scoured the internet for sites, found the hotel on Hotwire; the works. (I learned a long time ago that, for me, the planning is one of the best parts of the trip!) Then, came the mammogram. The decision to wait to book the trip was a good one, now in hindsight.

So. Our plans have changed. With my procedure July 1, it will be in end of the month before I will feel like traveling, and then the walking and standing in Philadelphia's heat (while not Texas, still very warm!) became ominous to me. I decided that - for now, anyway - we need something cool; relaxing; peaceful.

Our plan is to leave for the Southwestern part of Colorado the 19th of July and head to some unfamiliar mountains, with their brisk air and majesty. I am once again on the hunt for lodging, activities, and routes, and have even booked us on a jeep trip high up into the mountains of the area. The only thing I am dreading is the long, long days of driving it will take to get us there, but it is a means to an end. I really need this adventure, and while it is not new and different, it will be wonderful. Nothing like the mountains to refresh this couple, and I'm banking on coming home rested and joyous!

A weekend to remember

What a wonderful, wonderful weekend... congratulations to Gabi and Caleb on their marriage, which was celebrated in grand fashion!! So many friends, past and present, were there, and so many little ones of the next generation to meet! Erin said wouldn't be great if they all ended up at A&M together in about 17 years; Liz, Cy, Pearson, Julie, Abbie... the Pleasanton connection, one generation removed!! That was an amazing youth group, and their lives now show they are still living their faith, which makes me so proud of them all! We missed Robbie, David, and Sean, but they were in our thoughts.

The Royals' yard looked like a glorious garden all dressed up for the party; lights around and in the massive trees, flowers blooming everywhere, pretty tables in their white finery with candles and flowers on top. It was a fun, romantic, God-filled wedding, and I can't imagine one thing that was missing!! We stayed until the happy couple left, then headed home. I was so glad the girls got to see and visit with their friends!!

I have to say; having Liz here for a nice, long visit was tops! I honestly could not take my eyes off of her - afraid I'd miss something cute. She got in good play time with both Andy and me, and her aunt Dana took more than her fair share of cheek kisses! It's so magical to me to try and figure out what she is thinking, and to watch her think things through - but the best is to see her with her mother. Erin finds every opportunity to teach her and to show her God in everything. I'm so proud of her.

And then, it was Father's Day. Andy had a nice one, proudly wearing his tie from Liz. I think he showed everyone at worship the tie (it has her 6 mo. footprint on it) and told them the story of getting it in Austin. So fun to watch him. Then, we went to eat at a new restaurant in town so he could have shrimp on his special day. The wait was long, but worth it. We'll be back.

So, that's my weekend. My sweet family, except for Gregg, surrounding me for a wonderful couple of days. Dana and Erin's good cooking to treat me, and lots of cuddles all around. I am so blessed.

I hope your weekend was a good one!!

An amazing realization

Today - and yesterday - have been so amazing.

Let me back up to Sunday - it's all been this wash of love flowing over me (and Andy, too) about this biopsy. Kisses, hugs, pets, rubs, eyes glistening with tears from men - what a humbling, reaffirming feeling I have received these past days while my friends and family have worried and prayed over my results. Am I truly so dumb as to not have known what I was facing that I wasn't as worried as they were !?! The sounds of concern and fear in the voices on the phone until I say "no cancer!" - then the obvious sounds of relief and thanksgiving. It's almost as if I have been watching this from a distance happening to someone else.

I know that I was scared; I watched Marilyn Tello die of this merciless disease, and that has always been my fear; along with being lop-sided in my clothes - but this time, I dodged the bullet. By the grace of God and the love and prayers of my family. Iwill never be able to thank them all enough for how they've loved me through this -

God is good!

Finally - news and a plan!

Good news - no cancer cells!! YIPPEE !!
Other news - however, there were "a-typical" cells that need to be removed so that they do not become cancer.

Plan - July 1st, a lumpectomy (goofy word!) at Methodist. Day proceedure - should be home in time for bed. Hopefully. I've learned that, if you're going to be cut open, Methodist is the place to be. They are amazing at their care for you.

Thank you for all your prayers while I was waiting through this. It's a big deal to go from nothing to the thought of cancer, and so many people have taken time to love on me and include me in their prayers. Yesterday, the elders surrounded me and prayed, then they all hugged me and told me they love me. I know they do; it's just so nice to hear the words.

God is good.

Something to think about...

At the congregation where I worship, we sing with the words and music projected onto a screen; lovingly called singing "off the wall." It was a big change when we put it into play; some folks did not care for this new innovation, but it's come to be a matter of practice now. The song leader posts his song selection numbers on the board as usual, for the song-book-hangers-on, and off we go!!

Now, we have several men in our congregation who rotate leading singing. They all are giving their best, and try to make worship as meaningful as possible. But today, the leader accidently looked at his other list, and as we sang, faces upturned and voices in tune, he started another song! The screen went blank, and those of us recognized the other song sang. As the first verse came to an end, he stopped us, apologized, and turned us to the correct number. Everyone kinda chuckled, we got the correct song up on the screen, and off we went. Worship went on, without a hitch.

So here's what filled up my head the rest of the time (I know, I should have been concentrating on the sermon!). Why can I chuckle and go on when the leader I like so much messes up totally on a song, but when it's another leader, I get angry and think he should be taken out of the rotation due to lack of ability?! Why am I unforgiving of some, and yet blow off the same "error" done by another? This is something that bothers me about myself, and I need to work on my attitude. Perhaps now this realization today will stay forefront in my mind the next time another leader makes a miscue. I hope to be more loving!!

waiting still

I'm trying hard to put this biopsy result thing on the back burner and not let it affect my having Dana here for a few days, but it's beginning to wear me down, I'm afraid. I find myself sitting and staring at nothing a lot, and wanting to go spend money - how that fits in, I'm not sure, but it's there. Last night, I needed out of the house, and bad.

After Dana left to go visit some friends, we went to eat at a little place out of town. They have great pizza, but I was in the mood for a French Dip - messy dip and all! The place was busy, but we weren't in a rush, so we just sat and talked. After a long while, they brought out salads, and our money!! They said since we'd waited so long, they were making dinner on them! Wow - okay.

We ate our salad, and a bit later, the owner came over to apologize herself. I told her we wanted to pay for our dinner, but I'd take a piece of their delicious German chocolate cake if she insisted... she said they would throw in the cake on top of giving us our dinner! This lady was persistent!!

After we ate - good sandwich, but not the best French Dip I've ever had - I went up to get our cake. I tried to pay for it, but she wouldn't let me. I smiled, thanked her again and walked out the door.

Her tip - the price of our dinner. I still figure we came out ahead, what with the free pieces of cake and all!!

tick - tock - tick - tock

Well, the call should come today - about the biopsy results; they told me Wed. or Thurs. - so I should be hearing something.

I can accept whatever they tell me, but I can't totally block it from my mind. I want to get on with the summer, but Andy is holding me off until we know what - if anything - we are facing. I hate it when he is so logical!!


On a happier note; it's great having Dana home for a few days, even if it is only in the evening. She loved the first day of her workshop, so that makes getting up early in June worth it. Most of the folks she hangs out with when here are out of town, so her dad and I get the majority of her time. Yippee!! It makes the waiting easier to have her here.

I'll post news when I have it; until then, please pray -

Summer schedule

How I do love Summer!! Here it is, the 10th of June, and I'm already in a routine.

7:30 - kiss Andy "bye", go back to sleep.
9:00 - watch "Frazier" for 1 hour - good way to start a day, with laughter!
10:00 - catch up with Drew Carrey on "Price is Right"
11:00 - check emails and blogs :)
12:00 - eat lunch
afternoon - watch movie, straighten up the house, call Erin, nap - whatever.

5:30 - get dinner ready for Andrew!

Isn't it great?!?

4:30 am and beyond

Normally, when I wake up at night, I use the restroom while running a song through my head, get a sip of a drink, and go back to sleep immediately. Not this morning. Faces of folks I love kept popping in my head along with what is going on with them at this moment and how they need prayers. Here is the short list:
- Erin is having a new baby while she has a baby. Not an easy task, but she will be fine. I just worry...
- Dana is changing jobs, and her car is wanting every spare dime she has and then some. I hate - hate - spending money on cars!!
- Andy - work stress and the neverending thoughts that come with being an elder.
- myself and this stupid biopsy.
Father and I had a talk, and soon, I was back asleep.


Well, it's 12 hours later, and the deed is done. The doctor who did it said it could not have gone better, she got really good samples, and I should know something by Wednesday.
I have to tell you - as I lay there, listening to the team as they walked me through it and feeling the nurse petting my back ever so softly, I wasn't scared of having cancer. I wasn't worried about radiation or surgery or chemo or any of that. I was calm. I was focused on the moment and dealing with the sensations all around me. I was ever so appreciative of all the women who offered me best wishes and comfort yesterday, and who shared their experiences with me so that I was not walking into something totally unknown and fearful.
And now, I wait. The phone call that could change everything should come Wed. or Thurs. I will keep you posted !!

Kicking off summer with a Bang!!

Yesterday was eternal in it's length... I had absolutely NOTHING to do except watch the clock. Finally, at 3:30, my supervisor came in and told me to go on home. I almost knocked her down - not really!

We spent our evening with the Huttons and Kelleys eating deliciously grilled steaks - thanks, Robert! - and then, watching some "24". Wild folks, I know, but the good life is the good life, however you find it. Their grandkids are just about the best behaved little ones I've ever seen, and quite entertaining.

This weekend is full, as the past three have been. Today is a baby shower, then tomorrow is our elders/wives lunch after worship. Then comes Monday....

Andy and I are getting up and going into SA, where I will be having a biopsy on my left breast. Some SMALL calcification was found at my screening mammogram, and then we did some magnification images. I met with a surgeon, and we got me set up to do asap. I want to deal with this, and then get on to summer!! So, if you don't mind, pray that this is just a little tiny bit of nothing that they can just zap out. Right now, I've very calm and optimistic about it, and I plan on staying that way.

So - here we go!! Happy End of School!!

3 days to go....

On Friday, I'm outta here - another year of teaching will go into the books, and another summer will begin. This is the first time I've ever worked into June, unless it was Summer School, and I can say, I don't like it; it's just wrong. I know; whine, whine, whine! :)

Last night, Andy and I drove into SA for a wonderful dinner with our friends from Ohio, Steve and Dianne, and their "new" daughter, Wynter. She just turned 13. They adopted her out of Foster care after their own 4 were grown; a sad, sad story with a happy ending. They told us all about the adoption ceremony and celebration a year ago, and she is a very sweet girl. She has "baggage" as all foster kids so, but with the Connell family as her own now, she has a future brighter than she can imagine.

We ended up at Spaghetti Warehouse - Andy loves that place! - and enjoyed our meal. We were just settling in to visit, when I see a man walking past the other tables and right up to ours, pulls out a chair, and begins to sit down, all the while asking Andy to buy him "dinner and a piece of chocolate cake." Huh?!? Andy asks him if he is supposed to even be in there, and the guy says, well, no; but could we buy him something to eat. Andy looks him in the eye, and sternly tells him, "I will buy you dinner, but you have to wait outside for me." The guys says; "And a piece of chocolate cake?" No, dinner and a glass of tea. So the guy leaves and goes to wait outside, Andy goes to the manager, and they talk. Seems the restaurant has a Criminal Trespass Order against him for doing this kind of thing, but if Andy wants, he can buy him some food. So, the Probation Officer orders him spaghetti and tea, and takes it to him outside; asking him tons of questions, and taking him to the side table to be away from the door. We sit there, all the while, trying to keep Wynter in her chair, because she is fascinated by all this and wants to go with Andy and "see the guy". Turns out he is Paranoid /Schitzophrenic (sp) and off his meds. Andy tells him what he wants him to do and comes back to the table with us.

I have to tell you, I was nervous when he left us to go get the car - watched too many movies, I guess.

Welcome to San Antonio, Wynter Connell!!

Liz's noises

Liz is quite entertaining right now; she has found her voice and is sharing it with lots of enthusiasm! Every time I get Erin on the phone, she lets us know she is in the room - and I love it! Erin tells me it gets a little old after half a day or so, but for this Nana so far away, it's pure music!! I just can't wait until they come again so I can watch her in action.

From the sound of it, she's a born Soprano!!

I just do not believe this -

The majority of my teaching career, I worked with a wonderful woman, Billie Maderer. She loved me, respected me both personally and professionally, and she trusted me to make the right decisions. I felt happy and competent at school.

Then, Billie retired.

On of my co-teachers was named her replacement, and so began our relationship on a new level. Soon, it became obvious that I was not the same person in her eyes that I had been in Billie's. There were times when I felt old, tolerated, used up.

At the end of the year, Spring, 2008, I was transferred to another department with a new supervisor. I was no longer on the same campus all day; half day somewhere else, then there the afternoon. The new supervisor treats me with great respect and gives me freedom to do my job. My new co-workers and principal on the other campus are very complimentary and encouraging. I feel like I am returning to my old feelings of confidence, and I enjoy school again.

This week, I have learned that my new supervisor has been re-assigned. Her replacement will be my previous supervisor! I will once again be under the "leadership" of someone who I feel was more than happy to see me leave her staff. Now,instead having about 80 folks to focus on, she will have less than half that number. Great.

So... instead of ending my year with great enthusiasm about the Fall, I dread it. My summer will now be filled with concerns about the coming changes, and my attitude in how I will positively deal with them.

And then, I receive this quote from the mother of one of my 2nd graders: "I feel so blessed to have you touch the life of my son. It takes such special teachers to make a crazy mom relax, but I see your hard work everyday when he comes home proud and excited about overcoming his dyslexia. I will always hold a space in my heart for you."

I guess I will just try and focus on that -

A welcome sight

This week, I am working at what is called the Annex; the home office of all support services with PISD. Since I don't have scheduled classes with students, I am loaded up and boxed away, and finding things to keep me busy the next two weeks. I do have some things, but not two weeks' worth!!

Today, I am working on an application for one of my students to begin receiving disability payments because he has dyslexia. Hmmm - now, aside from making reading hard, his life at this point is not really affected by having dyslexia. It is not keeping him from a job, nor is it causing him any lifestyle discomfort, so I'm thinking that he just doesn't need it. Is that wrong? I know that, in the future, he will have difficulty doing some jobs, but he should be able to support himself in some manner in spite of his reading problems. Jay Leno and Tom Cruise come to mind, along with a myriad of other very capable folks. You just suck it up and deal with it! I will be curious to see what the powers that be decide.

On a nicer note, I sit here listening to the glorious sound and sight of a good old soaker rain!! We've gotten some off and on the past week or so, but this one is really giving up a good measure of the wet stuff!! I tell you, get these ranchers and farmers praying, and that's all it takes! I'm so glad God invented storms - they remind us of the power and majesty that only He provides to us - may we never take them for granted!

Have a wonderful, wet day -