Friday, June 19, 2009
This is the fabric I chose to begin my new adventure.
It's called Blossom by Urban Chiks of Moda.
Aren't the fabrics pretty?
The process begins by stitching the strips together in groups of 5 and 6.
Ironing. Of course there had to be some form of unpleasantness in this process.
And cut the stitched strips into squares.
And then into triangles.
Pam says her cat always gets into the act when she quilts. I have six cats, so the odds were pretty good that at least one would come out to play. Meet Roscoe. He's my new stitching buddy.
Ugh...more ironing. I knew this was too good to be true.
Voila! Aren't I clever?
Friday, May 29, 2009
Not that it's an excuse or anything, but I've have been very busy. I mean, I was the mother of a graduating senior. You know what that means, right? Shopping for prom dresses, college visits, various competitions, etc. This school year has been so very full, between the kids and their activities and my 2nd year of teaching, sometimes it is hard to catch my breath. I am heading full steam ahead into my summer vacation, and will try much harder to make blogging more of a priority. I have lots of pictures from all that has been happening, so perhaps a brief pictorial retrospective of the past school year will be forthcoming. I plan on fully enjoying this summer, as we prepare to ship Emma off to OU in August, just days before her 18th birthday. Why don't you come along for the ride?
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Just in case you missed it, the website is www.usaservice.org .
We are all in this together. Unless, of course, you're Rush Limbaugh. And if you are Rush Limbaugh, get the hell off my blog! I doubt you would understand it.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
History was made today, thankfully. The "Education President" has left the building and as an educator, I shed a tear of joy and breathed a sigh of relief. Once again we have a leader who is literate. I am confident that President Obama will embrace the English language with such passion as to not feel the need to make up his own words. A student asked me today what Bush will do now. I answered, "He will write a book...um, er...he will hire someone to write a book."
All of the country's education issues will not be solved overnight. I am saddened how many parents have raised their children to be uninformed teenagers. This morning a student, after seeing the Obamas on television leave the Nineteenth Street Baptist Church, wanted to know when the footage was taped because, "church is only open on Sundays and Wednesdays". Teachers cannot do this alone. I will give a big shout out to the Chief Justice for the teachable moment he gifted to all of the English teachers watching with their classes today. It was the perfect opportunity to highlight how adverbs can be moved around and not change the meaning of the sentence.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
It was the only day he ever put on a tuxedo, and he did it for me.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
In January 2003, after an almost 20 year absence, I entered a college classroom. I had decided to pursue a mid-life career change, after spending much of the previous 12 years as an at-home mom. I frequently supplemented our family's income by substituting throughout the district, teaching a variety of grade levels. Through these experiences, I learned that I really enjoy being around middle school-aged kids. Crazy, right? What can I say...we click. So I began to pursue a teaching degree in middle level language arts, so I could teach reading, my favorite pastime. I would reach every 12-14 year old who crossed my path by arming them with a copy of Harry Potter or Hatchet or A Wrinkle in Time. I was going to change the world by turning all of the young teen-aged knuckleheads in our town into readers. Heh...God laughs.
I graduated in May 2007, 30 years almost to the day after receiving my high school diploma, with a brand spanking new Bachelor of Science in Elementary Education, which, along with a set of fingerprints, afforded me a teaching license in the state of Oklahoma. This degree, coupled with many extraneous English credits, allowed me to "build my housse" in language arts...aka, prove I was "highly qualified" to teach our youth in middle school. Now all I had to do was find a job. I was looking, of course, to teach reading. Reading is the foundation of everything. It's not boring like social studies. It's facinating. It's not technical or confusing like math, although you do have to be able to read in order to pass a state math test. And it certainly isn't scary, like science. Just ask any of my students...I don't do science. I was thinking 6th grade. They're still moldable. They can still be polite. They're still young enough not to see through you when you haven't got a clue as to what it is you are doing. 6th grade reading...yes sir, that's my dream job. God laughs.
I got a phone call from my son's principal. He wanted to know if I was interested in working for him. 8th grade English. 8th grade? They're almost high schoolers. I'd never be able to fool any of them into believing I was a teacher. English? That's writing, not reading. They even test the 8th grade in writing. Well, my degree and my housse say I am qualified to teach them, so why not? God laughs...out loud.
After just one interview and just one day, I was offered the job, and I took it. And I've been laughing with God ever since.