Day Seventy-Four...Things are Balancing Out

So, I've been tweaking my teaching style a bit. I've decided to be a little more prepared and consistent with my students. I figured if I can't change them, I'll change me.

So, I've decided that Mondays will be new vocabulary day. Tuesdays will be vocab review, and grammar days. Wednesdays and Thursdays will be Receptive Translations, Expressive Translations and Copy Stories, and Friday will be exam day. I think that'll be the plan from now on.

Again, I think that'll be good. I'll let you know how it works out.

Day Seventy-Three...A Better Day

So, today, I decided to play 2 games with my students. Both games were focused on an aspect of ASL: fingerspelling and signer's perspective (my left, your right...kind of thing). 1st period was OK with the games. But, 5th period...OMG! They LOVED them! They loved them SO much that they took the last game and modified it to include the whole class rather than teams of 3. It was SO much fun! I felt a whole lot better today than I did yesterday.

And, I emailed my principal and informed him of the situation with the other teacher. He's going to email me tomorrow with a time we can meet. I felt VERY good about that!

So, I'm not going to spend too much time on the computer because I'm going to bed on time tonight. G'nite!

Day Seventy-Two...A Bad Day

Have you ever had the feeling that you really sucked at something, but just found out that you do? Ok, so that's the day I'm having today. I made the mistake of asking my students for some feedback on how they felt the class was going. So far, I've had 2 classes basically tell me that I suck and that we shouldn't be reading in an ASL class. We shouldn't have manual communication outside of the classroom. We shouldn't have so much to do in this class. Well, what the hell are we supposed to do, then? If I don't assign homework, they complain. If I assign homework, they complain. They complain because they don't have enough practice time. So, I give them ManCom (community contact) and they complain because "it's way too much". Fifteen minutes a day is NOT way too much! Technically, they should have more homework, but because the former teacher told me they won't do it, I don't overload them with it.

Oh, and don't get me started on the former teacher. Ok, so I knew this woman. My cousin actually had her as an ASL teacher. And, the signs she taught my cousin...some of them were wrong signs...more English than ASL. Anyway, whatever. So, I do a few days of "transition". It wasn't actually transition...I came and sat on my butt all day while the students worked on her final project. I did nothing as far as transition. No teaming, no introductions, NOTHING. So, the day comes when I'm to take over the class...half of the students didn't realize I was going to be their new teacher. Can you believe that? ARGH!

Here are some of their comments:

~ no ManCom (this was said by most of my students)
~ less hard curriculum
~ no essays
~ no book work (meaning, no reading)
~ less Deaf Culture
~ be more in control
~ give reasons for learning what we're learning
~ I really want (the former teacher) back
~ more vocabulary
~ more quizzes on vocabulary
~ less vocabulary at once
~ reading a book is fine, but don't make us do an essay on it
~ less projects
~ more projects
~ more conversation activities
~ less conversation activities
~ more interactive
~ I feel like I've learned nothing new (this, coming from someone who sleeps in my class!)
~ this class is boring (this, coming from someone who doesn't put the effort into practicing...she can't communicate with me at all!)

And, this is just from my 1st 2 classes. I still have 4 more to go!

And, also, the former teacher told me she'd leave me the curriculum for the classes...she didn't. She took it all with her and left me some mis-matched papers. So, now it's my job to figure out what she did last semester, how she did it, and move on from there. That's what I've been doing the last 2 months. The students are so bored...but, I can't move forward until I fill in the gaps the former teacher left.

AND...I found out today that some of the students are in contact with the former teacher, telling her how horrible my class is...how horrible a teacher I am. I also found out that she's telling them, and I quote, "Yeah, I heard it was pretty bad. Just stick it out so you can get the credit for graduation." The cojones on that woman...bad mouthing another teacher to her former, MY CURRENT, students! ¡Oh mi calidad... las bolas en esa mujer! ¡Ella apenas hace que desea gritar! ¿Qué clase de un profesor es usted? ¿Qué clase de una PERSONA es usted? ¿Qué el infierno usted le piensa está haciendo? ¡Usted no puede apenas ir detrás alguien parte posteriora y hablar malo sobre ellos... especialmente con sus propios estudiantes! (it sounds better when you're angry in Spanish!)

And, I started my period today, so I'm EXTRA grouchy!

Circumcised

(This is priceless!)

A teacher noticed that a little boy at the back of the class was squirming around, scratching his crotch, and not paying attention.

She went back to find out what was going on.

He was quite embarrassed and whispered that he had just recently been circumcised and he was quite itchy.

The teacher told him to go down to the principal's office. He was to telephone his mother and ask her what he should do about it.

He did and returned to his class.

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the back of the room. She went back to investigate only to find him sitting at his desk with his "private part" hanging out.

"I thought I told you to call your mom!" she said.

"I did," he said, "And she told me that if I could stick it out till noon, she'd come and pick me up from school."

(wah, wah, waaaaaaaah!)

Day Seventy-One...The Third Day of Swimming

So, this week Moob and I decided we were going to get back into swimming...even with my bum foot! The Dr said it was ok to swim because it is high resistance, low impact. So, today was day three. I started out not wanting to go on Monday. Then, I didn't go on Tuesday. Then, I (reluctantly) went yesterday. I actually felt better yesterday for going. Today, it wasn't as much of a battle to go. I just met Moob at the Y and we just did it. I hope it gets easier as the days go on. I'm sure it will...as it becomes a habit, it'll be easier to 'just go' every day. And, really, that's what I need. I need it to be an every day thing. It's too easy for me to put it off a day, then another day, then another...pretty soon, I'm derailed. I really don't want to get derailed again. I'm tired of falling off the tracks and having to pick myself back up, dust myself back on and get on the train again. It sucks! So, I think I'm just going to 'do it' this time. I've already lost 4 pounds since I went to the doctor on the 23rd of February. I attribute MOST of that to having to haul around this big, dumb boot all day long!

So, I'm not going to make any 'resolutions' or 'promises' or 'grand plans'...I'm just gonna do it. I really do feel better when I take care of myself. When I do, it makes it much easier to take care of others :-D

Day Seventy...Lesson Planning Day

ARGH! I kinda wish my day ended when I walked out of the classroom. Alas, it doesn't! So, I took some time for myself yesterday, making cards with the fam. So, today, I had to do my lesson plans for next week. I started when I got up today...about 11:00 when I really got into it...and I jujst finished at 8:00 this evening. That's 9 hours of working. Of course, I had stopped to help a bit in construction, run the credit card to dad at the store, watching a movie (for my classes), and peed. But, other than that, I've pretty much been working on my lesson plans. Next week, we have the WASL...which is AWFUL! So, I had to make some less-brain-intensive work for my kids to do. We've been reading and testing the last 2 weeks, so I figured they've earned a movie.

Ok...off to bed...g'nite!

Day Sixty-Nine...Construction Day!

Today is the first day of construction! We're building 2 new rooms for 2 new roomies! It's definitely taking shape. Half the floor is in...the other half is going in after lunch. I'm very excited to see it take shape.

Moob just cooked a VERY GOOD lunch. It was breakfast burritos. Scrambled eggs, ham and cheese wrapped in a flour tortilla. Mmm...Mmm...Good!

Day Sixty-Eight...Grading is Done!

Now, I just have to enter the grades in the gradebook. YAY, me! But, I'm gonna do that tomorrow.

Reading some of my students' work has shown me some great insight into their lives. One student said his favorite memory was when his family was together and that a lot of his sadness comes from the fact that it's just him, his sister and his dad left. Never knew that. Another student said her favorite memory was going the the bahamas for a family vacation and she was shocked when she didn't see any white people. She felt kinda afraid/weirded out. She's black. Funny how she and I could have had the same reaction to different experiences.

Also, these writings gave me insight into their abilities, past education and potential. First and foremost, I believe EVERY ONE of my kids has the potential to be a great success...in and out of school. They just have to rise above their circumstances and choose to do great things. With that said, it really is a shame that most of these kids will graduate without achieving what they could really achieve. Hmmm...

Day Sixty-Seven...Greetings from Gimps-ville!

So, I found out last week that I either chipped the bone or a stress fracture in my ankle. So, I have a boot that I have to wear for 4 - 6 weeks or so. Fortunately, I can still go swimming, but I can't do the weight training circuit, nor the treadmill in the gym. Sad...well, not so sad, because I can do the upper body weight training and swimming and still get my workout in every day. And, really, this thing is so heavy that just walking with it is a workout in itself!

We're also beginning a new construction project at my house. We're adding some rooms for some family to move in. It'll be very cool! But, I can't do as much as I wanted to because of my foot. But, it'll still be fun watching it progress!

Ok, well, I have to correct papers and set up my gradebook...kthxbye!

Day Sixty-Six...Another Year Older

So, today was my birthday. I feel no different than I did yesterday...or last week...or last month...or last year. I don't feel any wiser...I don't feel any more experienced in life. I do, however, feel more loved, more cherished, more appreciated, more in touch with my friends and family. I feel much more settled. I feel like I finally belong where I am. I'm teaching...I'm loving my family...I'm loving my friends (who, incidentally, have become my chosen family) and I couldn't be any more satisfied. I do wish I was married. I do wish I had children of my own, but I am content for right now, knowing that God will bring those things into my life at the perfect time.

So, God met at church today. If you read my previous post about 5th period, you know that I've been struggling with what to do with them...struggling to get them to behave...getting them to do, really, anything. Well, it seems that when I am at my wits end, God meets me there. When I end, He begins. When I am empty of ideas, that's where He is able to step in and take up where I cannot. My Pastor has consistently reminded me (and the rest of the congregation) that I am in full time ministry. I work at Renton High Community Church. That is where I pastor. That is where my ministry is located. My students are my congregation. My staff are my congregation. They are my sheep. I have been placed there to show God to them. Well, again, Pastor Dan reminded me that I am in full time ministry and that my school is my congregation. Suddenly, God told me that my job in 5th period is to not lose my temper...not let them push my buttons, but to turn each resistance into an opportunity. So, I asked, "an opportunity for what, Lord?" He told me, "an opportunity for love and acceptance. Let them know you love them. Make them understand you're not going anywhere. Be their stability. Be their constant. Be their safe place." WOW. My entire attitude and outlook on those students melted into one of compassion, love and grace. Instead of dreading 5th period, I am actually looking forward to going back and engaging them. It will be a challenge and I will fail, but that's what God's grace and mercy are for. By leaning onto and into Him, I will have the strength to be that pillar for my kids. Thank you, Lord, for speaking to me.

God also met me for some emotional and spiritual dryness I've been experiencing lately. I've felt a bit disconnected from people lately. And, I know it's me...nothing anyone's done to "drive me away", but I've felt a little disconnected. I've been feeling down, too, with Valentine's Day and all of the hullabaloo about being in love and having a companion to come home to. I spent Valentines Day with my brother, eating Chinese take-out and watching a movie. Now, I absolutely LOVE my brother and LOVE hanging out with him. But the fact that we were with each other instead of a sweetheart...that was kinda depressing for both of us. At least we had each other, but really...it kinda stank...for both of us. It would really be nice to have a sweetheart. We're lonely. We're getting older. And, on Sunday, I told God so. I was really upset about it all. It sucked having another birthday without someone special in my life. It sucked not having a sweetheart to buy you flowers or have a necklace to drape around your neck. It sucked to go through Valentine's Day as a single person...when nearly ALL my students had at least candy from their friends. ARGH! Well, like I said, I told God about it. And, being God, He was compassionate toward me. I know He loves me. And, He proved it to me. Pastor Dan invited everyone who had a need...spiritual, physical, emotional...to come up for ministry from the Body. I went forward and a woman named Gwen came and prayed for me. I only told her my name...nothing else. And...WOW...the prayer she prayed...straight from God. He, through Gwen, told me that the path He has me on is for a reason. He's got a plan for me that will bring His name so much more glory than could ever be imagined. He told me that the road I have been on has not been for me, but for others. My life would be a testimony to His faithfulness...His grace...His mercy...His provision...His protection...and His love. I've never had so much revealed to me. I've always thought that my life may be used to help others, but to have someone else prophesy that over me...WOW. Quite interesting. It gave me a LOT to think about and a lot of hope.

So, now, I can honestly say that I am content with where I am and who I have become. Yes, there are things I would like to change in my life. But, if I were to change those things, I would change God's purpose in my life and would miss the joy of ministering to others.

Day Sixty-Five...Feeling Much Better!

So, today was the last day of school before mid-winter break! I'm so happy! These last 2 weeks have been VERY stressful. It's been difficult for me to take over a class of under-achievers, not knowing where they are as far as their skill leve is concerned, and from a teacher that left me not a lot of structure. It would be very different if I came in at the beginning of the year. I could have established my classroom the way I wanted it from the beginning...instead of taking over for the former teacher. Most of the time, I get "But we never did it THAT way...we did it THIS way." ARGH! But, I think that taking this week-long break to do some creative collaborating and making my lesson plans, establishing a behavior contract and setting consequences for breaking that contract, I think things can only get better.

Wednesday, after 5th period, I cried because I was at my wits end. My kids were AWFUL! Specifically 5th period was awful. I spent my entire planning period and lunch hour (ok, so it's not a real hour...it's 30 minutes...but, I digress!) creating a Jeopardy-styled game for the kids because I knew they couldn't sit and read for a full 90 minutes. So, I took questions from the book they are going to read and made it so they had to find the answer in the book. That way, they ALL didn't have to read ALL the book and it gave them some competitive motivation. The winner got a bag of chocolate to share amongst their teammates. So, I had 3 students out of 27 who were participating. The rest of them were just talking amongst themselves, not paying attention and very much disrespecting me and my rules. So, I was so fed up with feeling like I was talking to the wall that I told them they had a choice either they could read the chapters in the book and write their 2 paragraph response to each chapter (for a total of 8 paragraphs) or they could read the chapter book and write a 6 paragraph response...by the end of the period...but that I was going to have it silent for the remainder of the period. So, I went and sat at my desk and tried not to show them how upset I was. Finally, class was over and they left (fortunately, it was the last period for the day) and I just broke down. I cried because I thought...Oh-My-Goodness...I have the rest of the year...nearly 4 more months with these kids. How am I going to survive? How am I going to get them to learn ANYTHING when they won't SHUT UP AND DO THEIR WORK? My department chair came in and I unloaded on her. She gave me the name and email of the new teacher mentor for the school and suggested I chat with her about strategies that I could use to make the rest of the year better. So, I actually met with her today after school. It was a bittersweet meeting. First, because I've taught in a full time position before, I don't get to participate formally in the mentorship program (that's the bitter part...I shot myself in the foot by working in Idaho for the year I did...nice!). Second, I was welcome to come to the meetings and 'debrief' if I would like (the sweet part...I can come and meet with the other 3 new teachers and talk about positive and negative things that are happening in the classroom).

So, overall, it was a good meeting. I got 2 strategies that I'm going to use. First, I'm going to use Warm-Up Notebooks. It's a task that all students do at the beginning of the period to gain control of the class and will direct the class time. Then, for behavior, I'm going to establish a behavior/expectation contract between me and my students. That will lay the groundwork for discipline issues. If each student signs the contract, they are then bound by their signature and word that they will abide by the agreement. If they don't, they have chosen the consequences, which also will be outlined in the contract.

So, I think it's going to get better from here...

Day Sixty-Four...I'm Sick

I've been sick for the last week. Monday evening, I had a bit of a scratchy throat, but I took some airborne and zicam. I felt better Tuesday and Wednesday. Thursday, I started feeling a little worse. So, I went to the doctor. He told me I just had a cold and to drink some warm tea and lemon. He did give me an inhaler for my breathing, but basically patted me on the head and sent me on my way. Well, I got home and told Moob about it. She said, "I hope you didn't get the guy who has one who has one of his eyes looking sideways. He's the one that misdiagnosed my severely inflamed gall bladder as just pooh." Uh...yeah, that was him!

So, Friday I felt horrible! I had a runny nose, itchy throat, cough, fever, watery eyes. Oh, yeah, did I mention the fact I was wheezing? And, my joints ached and I was SO sore! So, I came home and pretty much went right to bed. I slept from 7:30 on Friday night to 12:30 on Saturday afternoon. Mom called to check up on me and woke me up. She said I should go to the doctor and get a 2nd opinion. So, I did. This doctor, whom I've had before, said I had an infection in my lungs. He gave me a nebulizer treatment with albuterol, then prescribed steroids for the inflamation and infection. So, I took the meds and immediately felt better. Well, at least the body aches were gone and the fever was down. I was able to get up on Sunday at about 10 and work all day on my lesson plans for this coming week.

Fast forward to this morning at 5:00. I woke up and the body aches were back. I should have listened to my body yesterday and taken a nap. I didn't make it in to work today. Fortunately, I have sick days I can use. After this time of year, I'll be fine and won't need many of them.

So, I'm working more on my lesson plans for next week and the following weeks. It's very fun getting all of this together. I have to present some of my lessons to the Articulation Coordinator at Seattle Central Community College in order to become an Approved Educator for the SCCC/High School Credit Program. That is where students who take my classes, do some extra Deaf Community and Interaction activities, and earn a B or better, can get college credit and not have to take the prerequisites when they get to college. So, that's why I have to get my lessons together. I have an appointment with the coordinator on February 21...that's during my mid-winter break.

Ok...I'm taking a break from the computer for a while. I've sprouted roots into the couch.

And Then There's This!

If Only...

...All restaurants were like this!

Day Sixty-Three...First Day

So, I didn't sleep more than about 3 hours last night in anticipation of today! It was my first day as the full time ASL teacher at Renton High. I was tossing and turning, trying not to think about how excited I was about starting this new adventure in my life. I started thinking of all the interviews I had gone on...all the people I had met...all the jobs I HADN'T gotten. It all made me kind of wonder what God had up his sleeve for me. What was it that I needed to learn by going through all the waiting and waiting for a job? Patience. Confidence. Trust. Faith. Hope. Timing. Dependence. Completely leaning on Him for my well-being. Sure, he used people in my life (thanks mom and dad!), but it was only by His Grace that those people were able to help me. Faithfulness. Unabashed perseverence. Telling doubters (which at times, included myself!) that God had a plan for my life and I wasn't about to stray from that.

Ok...gotta get on the road before traffic hits.

Stay tuned...

Day Sixty-Two...Permanency

So, beginning tomorrow, I'm in my ASL class full time. I'm conducting the final interviews with my students so I can get to know them as students, as well as their signing styles and levels. It'll be good.

I am a little nervous because they all love their current teacher. I am also a little nervous because there is so much more to teach than when I was in Idaho. And a LOT more expectations. I can't just fake it!

I've made a decision, though. I'm going to have as many Deaf and Hard-of-Hearing people come into my classroom as guest speakers as possible. Many of these students have never met a Deaf person before, so it will be their first experience. I want to give them as much exposure as possible.

But, as nervous as I am, I'm even MORE excited! I have a great job! I just got my benefit card in the mail. As soon as I get my transcripts into the HR office, I'll get more pay. The commute so early in the morning isn't so bad...an hour at most! And I used to commute to Seattle in that time when I worked downtown. So...

KTHNXBY

Day Sixty-One...New Beginnings

I talked with Moob and we agreed that it's difficult to sit under pastors and worship leaders that are so hypocritcal and phony. So, today we tried a new church. It was a good church...they had an Interpreter...something I didn't know before! YAY! I have no idea if she was interpreting for someone, but it was nice to have. The worship was good...the message was good. The only drawback was that no one greeted us. Well, I can't say 'no one'. The pastor's wife came up to us as we were leaving. She didn't really introduce herself. She didn't ask us our names or if we were new. It was a smaller church, so she would know if someone new came in. But, at least she came up and spoke with us. The pastor disappeared after service, but...he was a good speaker. His message was about getting up in the morning and asking yourself and God who can I bless today? How can I make someone's day better. Overall, it was a good experience.

And, the difference between this time and the last time I left my childhood church is this time I didn't feel like I was betraying them. I felt like I was OK. I prayed about this last night for a long time. I felt peaceful about going. Now, all I have to do it tell my parents about it. ARGH!

Day Sixty...Contemplations

So, I put new "random thoughts" on my myspace profile. One of my 'thoughts' was that I was disillusioned by some people and it was making me rethink some of the relationships I have in my life. Now, because Moob is reading this, I'm going to take some time and say, "Moob, we're ok!"

With that, though, I'm really rethinking the relationship I have with two specific people in my life. They've been in my life...and I mean as an influence in my life...since I was about 6 or so. We've gone to the same church since that time. One person has always been a quiet, strong influence. He's always been close to me and my family. He has been articulate, fair, compassionate. The other...wow...she's been my spiritual mentor forever. She was the one who was there when I was baptized in the Holy Spirit. She sang over me when I was young. I have wanted to emulate her. She's had dreams about me that God has given her for me and I've been changed by those things. However, recently, they've shown a very different side to their personalities. As I had said in a previous blog, some things happend around Christmas that really took me back. In explanation, I've had a VERY different view about how family is defined. Family is those who you choose to be with, who you choose to love and who you choose to hold dear to your heart. Family does not necessarily include blood relatives. In my life, rarely does it include blood relatives: mom, dad, brother, grandma and one cousin are probably about it...out of about 40 immediate relatives. However, I have one of the biggest, closest families I could ever want. It includes the people I'm living with...my best friend and her daughter and mom...another roommate...a friend in Tumwater...friends in Edmonds...new friends who live at my parents' house.

So, back to Christmas. I have spent Christmas with my "family" for the last 2 years, not really wanting to hang out with my relatives 'cuz they're all kooks...some more certifiable than others, if you catch my drift. So, Christmas was at my mom's house last year. My roomie, daughter, mom and daughter's father came were there, too. It was...to say the least...uncomfortable. So, this year, it was assumed that we come as a package deal...I knew I was going to spend Christmas with them...

brb

k...back for a moment...


So, where was I? Oh, right...Christmas. So, we were supposed to spend Christmas with a certain group of people who have been very open to having people outside the immediate family in their home, not leaving them out, wanting to show the love of Christ to as many as possible. Right. So, when my mom went up to this person, she let her know we'd have some "extras" with us, but we'd be there. The woman of the house said, "oh, ok. Well, bring such and such for everyone." A few minutes later, she came back to my mom and said, "Well, the reason I hesitated was because I'm not sure certain people will be comfortable having others around, but I'll talk to [insert husband's name here] and let you know."

Huh?

Ok, so we waited for further information...and waited...and waited. Christmas Eve came and we heard nothing, so, we went elsewhere...and had a BLAST!

So, we get a text from someone at the other party: "Why didn't you all come?" Uh...'cuz your mom uninvited me and my family from your house for Christmas Eve. I told her because we didn't hear back from anyone as to their acceptance or rejection of those who were with me. She said her mom sent an email.

Well...that wasn't true.

In fact, it was her dad that sent the email. Her dad actually sent a very condescending, holier-than-thou email to my mom stating that my "roomies" weren't welcome, but 'if you feel you need to bring extras' so be it. I won't go into details about the rest of it because it was just...so...mean, hateful, not Christ-like at all. It was hurtful to my mom, too. And, that, I think was the thing that bothered me the most.

UGH! I can't believe the nerve of this dude. To tell everyone that they're Christians, then to act like this...well, the Jesus I know hung out with prostitutes, tax collectors and heathens...Gentiles, even! That attitude...an excuding attitude...is the FARTHEST thing from Christ-like as one can get. Christ would have said, "bring 'em in! We'll have fun!"

Then, in a different vein, some other things have happened that I can't go into detail because they aren't common knowledge. I'm just...frustrated with people saying one thing and doing something completely contradictory. ARGH!

K...I'm going to go to bed now. G'nite.

Day Fifty-Nine...A Sick Day

So, today, I woke up with the slightest twinge of a migraine again. I took a pill and within about 30 minutes I was dizzy, nauseus and felt like staying home. Well, I didn't really want to succumb to another attach from the enemy, so I decided to go to work anyway and work through it. It was a late start and early dismissal...5 hours of work...so, I figured I could manage. Well, I got in my truck and drove just past Kirkland and had to pull over because my eyes wouldn't focus, I was hot and muggy, and didn't feel safe driving any more. So, I pulled over to the shoulder (thank GOD it was a wide shoulder), called my boss and let her know I wouldn't make it in today. And, just as I hung up, I felt like I was going to hurl. So, I did...on the side of the road. Nice. I sat there for about 10 more minutes before I felt well enough to drive home. I got home and went right to bed. Something completely knocked me out...either the migraine or the meds...or both...but I slept for another 4 hours. Fortunately, when I woke up, I felt a LOT better. Still a little dizzy...well, not dizzy, but you know how you feel when you're woken up but not yet finished sleeping? That's kinda what I feel like. Like I'm swimming under water...everything kinda in slow motion...but, not sick. Know what I mean?

And, I found out that someone had gotten into my Grandma bag...the Christmas present I got from my Grandma had food in it...caramel corn, pretzels dipped in chocolate, etc. The caramel corn and 1/2 the pretzels are gone...and I didn't eat them. I only ate the chex mix. Kinda ticked me off...but, then again, I do live with 4 other people who may have mistaken it for theirs...or just not checked that it was my name on the bag. No big deal...

K...gonna find something to eat...other than caramel corn and chocolate pretzels!

Day Fifty-Eight...Started Work

So, I was scheduled to start work yesterday, but I only had a half-day so they cancelled me. I took 1 sick day to make up the pay. T'was ok because I didn't sleep much the night before, so...

And, today, I subbed at an elementary school...4th and 5th grade...2 teachers...one in the morning and one in the afternoon. It was fun...but, I woke up this morning with a headache. I'm not sure what brought it on, but the enemy sure used it! I struggled and struggled with getting up and out of bed this morning. I ended up not showering because I wanted to sleep more to make the meds take effect and the headache to go away. I took 2 Excedrine Migraines at about 5:30 and slept for another 30 minutes. Took another one at 6:30 when I left. Ended up going in...felt "ok" until about 10:00 this morning when the regular headache turned into a full-blown migraine. If you've ever had them, you know they can be debilitating. This one nearly knocked me on my butt! Literally! During one of the "down" times I had, I went into the bathroom and tried to convince myself to throw up so I'd feel better...to no avail. I felt like I needed to, but I couldn't get myself to do it. No gag reflection (ty becca!).

So, I went into the nurse's office during lunch because it was the only dark, quiet room on the campus. I ate, then rested for about 20 minutes in her chair. I still didn't feel better...in fact, it was worse when I came out because the school is full of flourescent lights...yay! So, I went to my next class and turned all but 1 light off. The kids coulds till see and read just fine, but it was more ambient/incandescent light than the flourescent which was much easier on my eyes.

The kids left my class at 2:30 and the vice principal (bless her, many times!) said I could go. Normally, I'd stay 30 minutes past the time students are let out, but she knew I was sick and said I could go. So, I did. I got out. Drove to the gas station, took two more Excedrine Migraines with my hot chocolate (hoping the caffeine would do the trick). As soon as I got onto the freeway, my headache disappeared! Literally, 10 minutes after I left work, my headache was gone. And, I don't think it was because of the drugs. I think it was the enemy not wanting me to go into work today. I think he was trying to get me to fall back into my old habits of "it's too hard/painful/inconvenient...I think I'll go back to sleep." Well, with starting a new job, and a new year, and having a new outlook, I didn't succumb to that. I went and God sustained me. He is awesome!

K...thanks...bye!

Day Fifty-Seven...Today is the First Day of the Rest of My Life

I go to Renton to have my pre-employment conference today at 2pm. So, if you think of me around that time, please pray for my nerves. I'm so excited but I don't want them to see me jump out of my skin and scream like a school-girl!

I also need prayer that I'll be able to ask all the right questions about this job: when do I get my paycheck? When do my benefits begin? Where do I fall on the pay scale? When can I get the curriculum? What kind of budget do I have? All of that. I'll hopefully be able to meet the teacher and see my class tomorrow, but I have no idea.

And, as you can see, it's after 4am. I'm supposed to be up by about 9 to go check out some houses for us to move into to make room for some more roomies, but I can't sleep. I was up til 4 am last night celebrating and playing games with family. Then, had disrupted sleep from about 9 am until 3 pm when I finally got up. I slept in ,y comfy chair last night because my bed was overtaken by children! I just hope I can be alert enough by the time I get to my conference.

Ok...G'nite!

Day Fifty-Six...So Much Love

So, here it is, just after midnight. I'm sitting in bed reading an amazing book when I get a knock on my bedroom door. It's Millyra, Queen of the Glittering Caves. She is famous for staying up late even though Moob has told her to go to be 2 1/2 hours ago! I tell her to come in and she bursts into tears. Today is Sunday. She spent time with her father. He took her to dinner and a movie...which is normal. He usually comes after church and stays until about 7 or so. Every time, Millyra struggles with saying good-bye. Ever time, she cries. Every time, she gets into a funk because she is starting to realize that even if he "says" he'll see her soon, that doesn't always happen. Take Christmas, for example. Their tradition, as father and daughter, is stay up late, until midnight, on Christmas eve, then open gifts from each other. He told her that was going to happen again this year. She was SO excited! She had been saving her money to actually pick out the gifts she got everyone. Impressive for being just shy of 11 years old. Anyway, he called a few days before and said his plans had changed and he'd come on the 23rd (Sunday), spend the night, and leave no later than 4 on the 24th...their traditional Christmas eve. Millyra was devastated. Fortunately, Moob (and the rest of us) were able to smooth things over with her, promising to have the BEST Christmas eve at GG's and Christmas day at our house. She was good. So, he finally gets here, takes her shopping for her gifts (which is better than trying to pick them out himself...he doesn't know her very well) and came home. Then, he lost his keys. He thought maybe at the store, but couldn't find them anywhere. So, because it was dark, he waited until the morning to worry about it. However, in the morning, he took off...without Millyra...on her Christmas with him...and went to the car shop to see about getting a key made. When they told him it would be $130, he came back and spent nearly all day taking apart his steering column so he could be sure to start the car with a screwdriver so he could leave. When he was asked what was so important that he would do that to his daughter, he said he was going to a party with his cousins and that took priority. Millyra was so bored that day, she ended up going with Dilibrirth to her house to drop off some ingredients to Sulla (my bro and the bestest uncle in the world to Millyra). Millyra preferred to hang with Grandma and Uncle to watching her father tear apart a car. Understandable? Yes. Shameful on his part? Abdolutely! Should she have had to choose? Heck, no, techno. She's 10 for crap's sake. She doesn't understand that he views her as an accessory. He doesn't know how to parent her. He comes up out of duty, not because he can't live without seeing her. And what's more (and this is strictly my observation and interpretation), he comes up to make sure Moob doesn't think she's "won". Really, she has "won" because Millyra knows that Moob is her safety and stability and Millyra is starting to figure out that her father is not. And soon...

I guess, for me, the hardest part is to see someone that you love so much, and think of as one of your own, suffering through being treated as less than the Beauty and Cherished child she is. I couldn't live without seeing my children. I would do anything and everything in my power to make sure I had a relationship with them. I couldn't view them as a duty...it's absolutely absurd. Millyra is so cherished...and I'm going to make sure she doesn't doubt that for one fraction of a second. She is going to grow up with the most confidence. Not cockiness, but inner strength and assurance that, first, she is a child of God...a princess...and second, that she has so many people that care for her and would do anything to show she was loved, she'll never lack for it.

I promise!

Day Fifty-Five...The Lord's Prayer

Our Father Who Art In Heaven. . .

Yes?

Don't interrupt me. I'm praying.

But -- you called ME!

Called you? No, I didn't call you. I'm praying. Our Father who art in Heaven.

There -- you did it again!

Did what?

Called ME. You said, "Our Father who art in Heaven" Well, here I am. What's on your mind?

But I didn't mean anything by it. I was, you know, just saying my prayers for the day. I always say the Lord's Prayer. It makes me feel good, Kind of like fulfilling a duty.

Well, all right. Go on.

Okay, Hallowed be thy name . . .

Hold it right there. What do you mean by that?

By what? By "Hallowed be thy name"? It means, it means . Good grief, I don't know what it means. How in the world should I know? It's just a part of the prayer. By the way, what does it mean?

It means honored, holy, wonderful.

Hey, that makes sense. I never thought about what 'hallowed' meant before. Thanks. Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done, On earth as it is in Heaven.

Do you really mean that?

Sure, why not?

What are you doing about it ?

Doing? Why, nothing, I guess. I just think it would be kind of neat if you got control of everything down here like you have up there. We're kinda in a mess down here you know.

Yes, I know; But, have I got control of you?

Well, I go to church.

That isn't what I asked you. What about your bad temper? You've really got a problem there, you know. And then there's the way you spend your money -- All on yourself. And what about the kind of books you read?

Now hold on just a minute! Stop picking on me! I'm just as good as some of the rest of those people at church!

Excuse ME. I thought you were praying for My will to be done. If that is to happen, It will have to start with the ones Who are praying for it. Like you -- for example.

Oh, all right. I guess I do have some hang-ups. Now that you mention it, I could probably name some others.

So could I.

I haven't thought about it very much until now, But I really would like to cut out some of those things. I would like to, you know, be really free.

Good. Now we're getting somewhere. We'll work together -- You and ME. I'm proud of You.

Look, Lord, if you don't mind, I need to finish up here. This is taking a lot longer than it usually does. Give us this day, our daily bread.

You need to cut out the bread You're overweight as it is.

Hey, wait a minute! What is this? Here I was doing my religious duty, And all of a sudden you break in And remind me of all my hang-ups.

Praying is a dangerous thing. You just might get what you ask for. Remember, You called ME -- and here I am. It's too late to stop now. Keep praying. ( . . Pause . ) Well, go on.

I'm scared to.

Scared? Of what?

I know what you'll say.

Try ME.

Forgive us our sins, as we forgive those who sin against us.

What about Ann?

See? I knew it! I knew you would bring her up! Why, Lord, she's told lies about me, spread stories. She never paid back the money she owes me. I've sworn to get even with her!

But -- your prayer -- What about your prayer?

I didn't -- mean it.

Well, at least you're honest. But, it's quite a load carrying around all that bitterness and resentment isn't it?

Yes, but I'll feel better as soon as I get even with her. Boy, have I got some plans for her. She'll wish she had never been born.

No, you won't feel any better. You'll feel worse. Revenge isn't sweet. You know how unhappy you are -- Well, I can change that.

You can? How?

Forgive Ann. Then, I'll forgive you; And the hate and the sin, will be Ann's problem -- not yours. You will have settled the problem as far as you are concerned.

Oh, you know, you're right. You always are. And more than I want revenge, I want to be right with You . . (sigh). All right all right . . I forgive her.

There now! Wonderful! How do you feel?

Hmmmm. Well, not bad Not bad at all! In fact, I feel pretty great! You know, I don't think I'll go to bed uptight tonight. I haven't been getting much rest, you know.

Yeah, I know. But, you're not through with your prayer are you? Go on.

Oh, all right. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

Good! Good! I'll do that. Just don't put yourself in a place where you can be tempted.

What do you mean by that?

You know what I mean.

Yeah. I know.

Okay. Go ahead. Finish your prayer.

For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory forever. Amen.

Do you know what would bring me glory -- What would really make me happy?

No, but I'd like to know. I want to please you now. I've really made a mess of things. I want to truly follow you. I can see now how great that would be. So , tell me . . . How do I make you happy?

YOU just did.

Day Fifty-Four...I got the job...I got the job...I GOT THE JOB!

So, I was just offered the ASL job at Renton High! I start January 7th. I'll sub for 2 weeks within the district. That way my contract will start immediately and my qualification for benefits starts right away. Then I'll have 1 week transition in the ASL class. Then I'll take over on the 28th.

Finally...something has come easy. Thank you, God, for hearing the cries of Your child and being faithful to answer. I love you!

Talked With Moob...

...Feeling lots better

Day Fifty-Three...Musings of the Holidays

I've decided that I really don't like the Christmas season. Not that I don't like celebrating the fact that my Savior came to earth as a baby, lived among us, grew, ministered, and ultimately died for the sins I would commit 2000 years later. I'm ok with that part. It's all the tradition I can't stand. Maybe I need to up my meds this time of year, but, I really can't stand being alone (in the un-married, no children kind of way). It is this time of year I feel most distant from everyone in my life. I can't explain why it is...I'm just really having a hard time with it all. I don't even have a place to hang my stocking that feels right. It's a family stocking. Where do I hang it when I'm just a family of one? I can see how Grandma might feel being alone at the holidays. No one to play "Santa" with or for. You know, I've been on 4 dates since I was 15 years old. Four. Not four each year...four in the last 16 years. And the last jerk fell asleep during the movie we went to see. He was so bored around me that even the action flick we went to see couldn't keep him awake.

I don't want to be the old lady you hear about in the news that died completely alone with just her cats to usher her into the afterlife.

I'm tired of feeling not important. I'm tired of feeling...I'm just tired. Tired of life being so much work. I'd like just one or two things to happen easily.

I don't know how Job did it. He lost everything and never once blamed God. I don't blame God either. I just wonder what His big picture looks like.

Am I using my education to prove to everyone (any myself) I'm not the loser I feel like? Am I going after that so hard to fill the emptiness in my life? Am I fooling myself into thinking that's what God wants me to do? Get my education? I don't know. Is that a bad thing? I don't
know.

Did I miss something? Is there something I'm doing or not doing that is messing up my whole life?

I don't know...

Day Fifty-Two...Contemplations

So, for applying for my Doctoral Degree, I have to come up with a goal statement. I've been thinking about what my goals are. I honestly haven't thought about them past teaching. I want a job in a classroom, specifically teaching ASL or Deaf Ed. But, beyond that? Do I want to go beyond that? Would I like to eventually teach at the college/university level? Would I find fulfillment in that? Would I like to obtain a position of leadership at a school district? I could become a DHH Program Manager. That would be interesting. Would I find fulfillment in that? More importantly, is that where God wants me? I don't know. I've always thought my education would stop after my Masters degree. Now, I'm thinking I want to go farther, but what would I DO with that degree?

Here's where prayer and fasting comes into play...hearing God's voice amongst the busyness of life.

Day Fifty-One...I'b Got A Stuffy Dose

I woke up this morning with a cold, stuffy nose, fever, sore/scratchy throat. I haven't been sick in a while, so I had forgotten how MISERABLE it is! I feel better now...my fever was gone at about noon...but I'm still very tired. Here it is 9:30 and I'm in bed getting ready to go to sleep. Strange, isn't it? I'm even skipping The Biggest Loser finale to go to bed. Granted, I've got it recording so I can watch it later, but, still...

On a funnier note, I subbed at Harbour Pointe Middle School (6 minutes from my house...great commute!) on Monday and for the rest of this week (didn't go today because I was sick). Sixth grade math...not my best subject, but, I took it anyway. So, I get there Monday morning and my first class comes in. I introduce myself and begin taking attendance. I get about 2/3 of the way down and there is a name I recognize. It was my youngest cousin, Luke! I didn't see him come in, so it surprised me! I didn't comment or anything because I didn't want to embarass him in front of his friends, but, it was kinda funny! I'm not sure if he recognized me right away because I was out of our common element (no one expects to see their cousin as their teacher!), but he HAD to know who I was by my last name. It's our Grandmother's last name, too. Anyway,
we'll see what happens tomorrow morning!

Kthxbye

Day Fifty...A Job For Alatariel

I had an interview with the Renton school district yesterday for a full time ASL position starting in January. It went very well...as most of my interviews do. The interview team asked the typical questions...tell us about your background...what qualifies you for this position...how do you handle discipline issues, etc. And, I answered them to the best of my ability. But, this interview felt a little different. First, felt very comfortable. Usually, my hands are sweating, my pulse is racing, I'm stumbling all over my words. This time, I didn't. It felt like I was just chatting with friends about who I am as a teeacher and my passions. A few times they said things that I wasn't really expecting like, "we can show you the facility if you'd like" and you'll be replacing a very organized teacher" and "when you start in January..." and, at first those things didn't seem significant to me, so I filed them in the back of my mind. At the end, they gave me a chance to ask my own questions. I asked how many people were in the applicant pool. The CTE director said that was a two-answer question. He said there were a lot of applicants, but I was the one they were interested in interviewing. My (internal) jaw dropped and I nearly peed my
pants...ok, not really, but I felt like jumping out of my seat! So...it sounds like if my references check out, the job is mine! And, it's only for this school year because it's how the contract system works, then they have to post it, but if I like them and they like me, that is just a formality and they'll turn it into a continuing contract!

So, it seems VERY promising! If you think about it this weekend and the first part of next week, please pray I get this job. It'll be a commute, but, it'll be a full time job, paid through the summer. Also, this program also fully, 100% supports the development of the ASL program, including...ahhhhh.....prospective trips to Washington DC to Gallaudet! Yay! So, in all, it seems like the best job for me right now!

I'll keep you all posted!

Day Forty-Nine...And The Winner Is...

It looks like the University of Washington has the best program for a Doctoral degree. They have a Doctor of Education (Ed.D) degree in Special Education and I can place emphasis on Deaf Ed. I've been researching online programs, but they don't exist. I talked with Malinda, my professor/advisor from Nebraska and she told me that I should find a program near me because there is a LOT of student/professor interaction that has to happen with this sort of program. So, I looked at my undergrad university, SPU, and they have an on-campus program, but it's VERY expensive! So, as much as I'd LOVE to go back there, I don't think I can. So, I've been looking at local schools...mainly UW. They have a few doctoral programs...Ph.D.s and Ed.D.s...so, I could choose Education, Special Education, Curriculum and Instruction, and something else...I can't remember. But, I'd probably choose Education or Special Education...that would enable me to get a teaching job at a university...which would be VERY cool! And, the cost is a LOT less.

Now, here's where it becomes an issue. Do I take out MORE student loans or do I say, "Ok, God...if you want me to do this, you have to pay for it?" Do I take it as a sign that if I DON'T get full funding without loans that God doesn't want me to pursue this? Do I bite it off and see what happens? Moob and I were talking about it tonight...she asked, "If you don't get any funding and you have to take all of your tuition/books/supplies, etc., out with student loans, are you willing to do so?" I don't know...honestly. I would LOVE to do it. I feel really excited and peaceful about pursuing the idea. I have some phone calls to make. Maybe I can set up an appointment with an advisor at UW and talk face-to-face with someone about it. That would answer some of the questions.

Day Forty-Eight...You're The One That I Want

This is hysterical! What a smart dog!

Day Forty-Seven...Bored

So, I just sent a bunch of applications to the Seattle School District, hoping to find a permanent position for the rest of the school year. I REALLY want to teach...

I've been hanging out, taking care of Moob. It's really showed me how much I care for her. She's become my best friend...I didn't think I could care so much for someone after the "Idaho" incident (although, that issue is slowly resolving itself, too). I don't believe in "having" best friends, but "being" best a best friend. But, Moob and I have become like sisters. It's been so amazing to see our friendship grow...I'm very thankful...

I have an interview in Seattle today. It's for a 5th grade position in Alki. We'll see...

Day Forty-Six...Prayer in School!

TEACHER INTERVIEW After being interviewed by the school administration, the eager teaching prospect said:

"Let me see if I've got this right. You want me to go into that room with all those kids, and fill their every waking moment with a love for learning. And I'm supposed to instill a sense of pride in their ethnicity, modify their disruptive behavior, observe them for signs of abuse and even censor their T-shirt messages and dress habits.

You want me to wage a war on drugs and sexually transmitted diseases, check their backpacks for weapons of mass destruction, and raise their self esteem.

You want me to teach them patriotism, good citizenship, sportsmanship, fair play, how to register to vote, how to balance a checkbook, and how to apply for a job.

I am to check their heads for lice, maintain a safe environment, recognize signs of anti-social behavior, make sure all students pass the mandatory state exams, even those who don't come to school regularly or complete any of their assignments.

Plus, I am to make sure that all of the students with handicaps get an equal education regardless of the extent of their mental or physical handicap. And I am to communicate regularly with the parents by letter, telephone, newsletter and report card.

All of this I am to do with just a piece of chalk, a computer, a few books, a bulletin board, a big smile AND on a starting salary that qualifies my family for food stamps!

You want me to do all of this and yet you expect me....NOT TO PRAY!!

Day Forty-Five...Back Home

Moob was in the hospital, the ER to be specific on Friday night for pain in her abdomen. She had been off work since last Monday (a week ago) with the same pain, continually getting worse over time. She went to the walk-in clinic on Wednesday and the idiot doctor there told her she was just "full of poo" (his words, not hers!). He poked around in there, squeezing her tummy, making her hurt a LOT! He sent her home, telling her to take laxitives and try to poo everything out. So, she did...and it didn't work. In fact, it got worse. She was in a LOT of pain. So, Friday night, she called my mom and asked if she could be taken to the ER. Once they got there, she was pretty much diagnosed right away with an inflamed gall bladder and stones. So, they admitted her after 10 hours in the ER and performed surgery on Saturday morning. She (we) stayed the night from Saturday to Sunday and came home Sunday afternoon.

She's still in some pain, so she's been sleeping in the front living room on her bed. We brought it down so she could still be "in the family" and not be holed up in her room for 2 weeks (her anticipated recovery time). I'm sleeping on the couch, taking the night shift for helping her out of bed and making sure the dog doesn't jump on her during the night. But, she's VERY happy that it's done and she's on the mend...a little frustrated at the walk-in clinic doctor...poking around, making it worse, but...(do I hear the word lawsuit?)

K...off to do numbers! Blech!

Day Forty-Four...A Prayer Request

Moob is in the hospital. So, all prayers would be appreciated.

Day Forty-Three...Contemplations

Ok, so I know that I just finished my degree. And, I promised myself I would take a break. And, I'm planning on that. But, I must admit...I miss doing homework and learning. I've found a few colleges that have doctorate programs in Deaf Ed or related fields. I am very interested in pursuing my doctorate. I've come this far...I want to go all the way. Right now, the only way I could even CONSIDER doing that is if I could get full financial aid. The likelihood is that I'd have to take out more student loans. Right now, I have over $85k in student loans to begin paying off. That alone is going to kill me financially...especially if I have to continue subbing. I couldn't even consider continuing on unless I get full financial aid...grants, scholarships, etc.

Well, this is just the preliminary inquiry and I won't jump into anything without seeking wise counsel...

But, I do feel like God is leading me down that path...or at least inviting me to explore the idea.

We'll see...

A Quote from Ben Stein...

If they know of him at all, many folks think Ben Stein is just a quirky actor/comedian who talks in a monotone. He's also a very intelligent attorney who knows how to put ideas and words together in such a way as to sway juries and make people think clearly.

The following was written by Ben Stein and recited by him on CBS Sunday Morning Commentary.

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I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish. And it does not bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful lit up, bejeweled trees Christmas trees. I don't feel threatened. I don't feel discriminated against. That's what they are: Christmas trees.

It doesn't bother me a bit when people say, "Merry Christmas" to me. I don't think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto. In fact, I kind of like it. It shows that we are all brothers and sisters celebrating this happy time of year. It doesn't bother me at all that there is a manger scene on display at a key intersection near my beach house in Malibu . If people want a creche, it's just as fine with me as is the Menorah a few hundred yards away.

I don't like getting pushed around for being a Jew, and I don't think Christians like getting pushed around for being Christians. I think people who believe in God are sick and tired of getting pushed around, period. I have no idea where the concept came from that America is an explicitly atheist country. I can't find it in the Constitution, and I don't like it being shoved down my throat.

Or maybe I can put it another way: where did the idea come from that we should worship Nick and Jessica and we aren't allowed to worship God as we understand Him? I guess that's a sign that I'm getting old, too.

But there are a lot of us who are wondering where Nick and Jessica came from and where the America we knew went to.

In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke; it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking.

Billy Graham's daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her "How could God let something lik e this Happen?" (regarding Katrina)

Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response.

She said, "I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we've been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives. And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out. How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?" (She said the same thing when interviewed after 9-11)

In light of recent events...terrorists attack, school shootings, etc. I think it started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her body found recently) complained she didn't want prayer in our schools, and we said OK.

Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school. the Bible says thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself. And we said OK.

Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr. Spock's son committed suicide). We said an expert should know what he's talking about. And we said OK.

Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves.

Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with "WE REAP WHAT WE SOW."

Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.

Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says.

Funny how you can send 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing.

Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace.

Are you laughing?

Funny how when you forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it.

Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think of us than what God thinks of us.

Pass it on if you think it has merit. If not then just discard it... no one will know you did. But, if you discard this thought process, don't sit back and complain about what bad shape the world is in.

My Best Regards. honestly and respectfully,

Ben Stein

Day Forty-Two...Mottos

So, I've been thinking a LOT about mottos or sayings..I have a few for my life: "That which does not kill me makes me stronger" and "man who fart in church sit in his own pew"...things like that. So, I've decided to put a few mottos for others in my life here.

Pippin: if I can reach it, I can eat it!

Cheyenne: Ball? Do you have it? Where'd it go? Is it up here? No, is it up there? AHHHHH...how about in the couch? Do you have it? No, who has the ball? I can't find the ball...

Milliyra: yah, good luck with that!

Dilibrirth: don't forget a jacket!

Moob: riiiiight...there is that!

Alatáriël: if it doesn't have a tail, it's not a monkey!

And, one that I just learned today is by Aristotle: We are what we repeatedly do

That one is from Moob...we're starting a healthier lifestyle and I think it fits.

Day Forty-One...Home Sick

Today I stayed home sick...no more McDonalds for lunch...no more bacon and eggs for dinner. Blech! I also don't work tomorrow, so...it'll be nice to have a few days off before Thanksgiving.

Speaking of Thanksgiving, we're having it at our house this year. We're expecting about 12 people. It'll be VERY cool! The menu is as follows:

Turkey (duh!)
Potatoes
Gravy
Cranberry Sauce
Corn Casserole
Green Beans
Rolls
Overnight Layered Salad
Stuffing
Pumpkin Pie
Pecan Pie
Afterbirth Surprise (yes, you read that correctly!)
Pumpkin Cake
Tiramisu
Punch

Then, when that dinner is done, we boil the snot out of the carcass and make turkey soup. It's YUMMY! Turkey, barley, celery, carrots, pearl onions...mmmmm...making me salivate just thinking about it. And, it's a recipe that can be frozen, too, so we can have it now and later, too.

Day Forty...A New Perspective on an Old Story

So, today's sermon was on John chapter 4. It was about the Samaritan woman at the well. Jesus had been teaching in Judea and decided to go to Galilee. On his way, he stopped at Jacob's Well. He was thirsty. A woman was there...as Samaritan woman, no less...drawing water from the well. He asked her to draw some for Him. She said, "why do you ask me for water? I'm a woman...as Samaritan..." He said, "If you knew who I was, you'd ask ME for living water." She said, "You have nothing to draw with and the well is deep." Here's Pastor's take on this: Because the woman couldn't see the means of provision, she not only misunderstood, she doubted..." How could God provide if He didn't have a bucket? She misunderstood God's promise for provision, then also doubted that He could actually provide. Pastor then said, "We shouldn't expect God to tell us HOW He's going to do what He's going to do. We just need to BELIEVE He will." Jesus was going to give the woman living water...water that moves under its own will...it didn't need to be drawn...it was alive...That water makes us satisfied. Pastor then said, "I've been asked this question: 'How can you say that all the Christians in the world, with all their complaining and whining and...how can you say they're satisfied?" Well...the well of living water...the artisian well...moves under its own power...IT CAN BE CAPPED. Why am I always dissatisfied? My artisian well has been capped. We are just as satisfied as we want to be. I have the choice to uncap the well of living water that God has given me. Once that happens, I will be more satisfied than I can ever imagine. I will be satisfied with God, His promises for me, and the way He will choose to make those promises come to fruition.

That's what God spoke to me today...

Out of the Mouths of Babes...

My aunt sent me this link. Listen to it...it's awesome. This kid gets it...

http://www.ksbj.org/eblogs/morningShow/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/logan-calf-story.mp3

Day Thirty-Nine...Four Weeks and Counting!

So, I took my PRAXIS test today for my endorsement in Deaf Education from Washington State. I was up tossing and turning, second-guessing myself, asking, "Do I REALLY know what I'm doing? Will I actually be able to PASS this test or will I fail MISERABLY because I am just fooling myself into thinking I know what I'm talking about?" Fortunately, I won't have to take another test...well, at least for a while...until I have to start Continuing Education...joy! Anyway, so I got to the testing center. It was on my undergrad university campus. It felt nice to know exactly where I was going. In fact, I was in the same room in which my Cadre met when I was a student there. Kinda fun!

So, the proctor began with some verbal instructions...the basic, you can't leave the testing area until the time is over...use a #2 pencil...no water, food or gum...no cell phones, etc. No problem...except for the gum part. I had mine and wanted to chew, but...alas, I couldn't.

Ok, time for the test. We got 2 hours for the entire test. I was nervous...until I looked at the test. It was 40 multiple choice questions and 2 constructed response (essay) questions. Oh...my...goodness! There were a few questions I was unsure about so I skipped them to begin with. I answered the ones I was SURE about, then went back (thank God I have good test-taking skills!). Some of the questions that were asked were more a matter of opinion and philosophy than of actual fact. Like one question was something like this:

Mr. Smith, a 5th grade teacher, has noticed that his students aren't turning in their homework. He sits down to write a letter to parents asking for their assistance. Which of the following statements would appeal most to parents to get their students to do their homework.

A) Students who do their homework do better academically.
B) Students who do their homework are more helpful to their parents.
C) Students who do their homework are more productive citizens.
D) Students who do their homework will get a sticker for turning it in.

Ok...so, you'd think that A) would be the answer because it's the truth. However, D) could also be the answer because parents are very competitive with their kids. No one wants little Johnny or Suzie to not have a sticker. But, also, B) could be the answer because doing homework denotes responsibility which leads to productivity. Who knows! So, I put A) because it's what would motivate me to have my children do their homework.

Anyway, so that's what a few of the questions were like...and there was no E) All of the Above option either! ARGH!

So, after finishing the multiple-choice portion, I decided I needed a potty break. Time to clear my head (and my bladder) and stretch my legs and arms.

Then came time for the essay questions. Usually, I can crank out essay questions very easily and really this time was not an exception. I did take a moment and think about what I was going to write, but it didn't take as much thought as it could have.

Don't get me wrong, it took me the entire 2 hours to complete the test, but I had an opportunity to review my answers and make sure I was comfortable with them before time was up. It was nice to feel good walking out of an exam. Now all I have to do is wait...for 4 weeks...until I get my test results. Then I can apply to the state and get my endorsement for my certificate. That'll be another 4-6 weeks after I apply. So, all told, it'll be about 10 weeks before I get my certificate back with my endorsement printed on it, so around mid-February...right in time to begin applying for jobs for next year! I sure hope I get one!

Day Thirty-Eight...Another Pass!

I just got word that I passed my comprehensive exam...the one I took in October for grad school. Quite cool!

Also, the University got my transcripts so everything is set for graduation in December! YAY! Things are looking good! Now I just have to pass the test this Saturday to get my endorsement and ALL IS GOOD!

Day Thirty-Seven...A New Beginning

So, the family and I joined the Y yesterday. Today I went swimming for the first time in a LONG time. I LOVED IT! I can't wait to go back. I'm just exhausted right now, but...

So, now that I'm done with my degree, the only thing I have left is to study for my Praxis exam on Saturday. That'll be exciting!

And, on Saturday, we're having a new roomie move in...Lúthien Tinehtelë. She's a lot like Moob and me. It'll be so much fun, I think!

Ok, I'm out of words for today.

Day Thirty-Six...It Is Finished!

Ok, so that may be a little sacreligious, but it feels as if a great weight has been lifted from my life. Like I said, I've been in school for the past 8 years or so. I turned in my last assignment of my last class on Sunday evening. I didn't hear anything from my professor yesterday, so I started to panic. I emailed her twice. Finally, she responded that she got it. WHEW! Ok, so I could deal with that. Then, I got another email from her. I thought, "Oh, no...it's THAT bad!" But, she told me I did great and that she'd turn in the grade change. GRADE CHANGE TO WHAT?!?! AHHH! She told me I got an A! So, I have completed my assignment, my class, my semester, my incompletes, and, finally, my masters degree! I'll never have homework again! Well, that is until I go back and get my Ph.D! But, that won't be for a LONG time! Now, I just have 1 test to take for my endorsement on 11/17 and then I'm done. So...

It is finished!

Day Thirty-Five...Bittersweet

Well, it's been 8 long years since I decided to return to college and finish my AA. I finished that degree in August of 2002 and went on to get my BA in 2005. I went on to pursue my MA and, I am so happy to say that I just submitted my final assignment for that degree. I'm done. I'm going to cry, but I'm done. It's been one heck of a journey and I'm sad to be out of school, but at the same time...wow...what an amazing feeling. It's take me so long to be able to say I completed something and now I've done it. And early, too! Ok, early is a relative concept since I'm 31 and just now finishing college, but my paper wasn't due until tomorrow at midnight, but here it is 9:30 and I just sent it off to my professor. I'll graduate in December with my masters degree in Deaf Ed. I get to put letters behind my name on my business cards :-D

The only thing I have left to do is to study for a comprehensive exam in Deaf Ed on November 17th. That won't be a big deal, though. Deaf Ed is what I live and breathe so...

Day Thirty-Four...Nearly Finished!

I've completed my paper for grad school. Now all I have to do is create a powerpoint presentation that I would use at an in-service day based on my paper. My paper was pretty broad. The title is "I've Got a Deaf Student in my Class? What Do I Do Now?" and it covers quite a bit of information. But, my powerpoint will be a little more specific. I am going to focus in on using Interpreters in the classroom. That will be VERY beneficial when I get a Deaf Ed job. But for now, it feels REEEEEEEEEALLY good to have the paper done. I have to make sure the format is correct and the citations are all APA, but the content is complete. Yay me!

Tomorrow, I start a 2 week job subbing for 4th grade. I'm excited, but a little nervous at the same time. It's been a while since I've been in a classroom consistently and I don't want to fail. I know I'm a good teacher, but I...no...I'm not even going to entertain those thoughts. God has given me an amazing opportunity and I'm going to do my best and succeed! Thank you, God, for giving me the strength and authority to rebuke those thoughts.

TRICK OR TREAT.........

TRICK OR TREAT.........

A little boy and girl go trick or treating. They knock on the door of this house and the man who answers it says, "Well, you two are awful cute. Who are you supposed to be?"

"We're Jack and Jill" the girl replied.

The man says, "You can't be Jack and Jill, you're black!"

They go off and a while later they come back dressed differently. They ring the door bell and once again the man opens the door. "Well now, that is just darn cute. Who are you this time?"

We're Hansel and Gretel" says the little boy. "Well, I hate to disappoint you son, but you can't be Hansel and Gretel because you're black!" says the man. Heads hung low, the kids leave.

Not too much later the man hears the bell ring again. This time when he opens the door there stand the two children, but this time they are BUCK NAKED.

"Oh my!! And just who are you supposed to be now?" he asks."

Chocolate M & M's, said the little girl. I'm plain. He's got nuts."

Day Thirty-Three...Subbing Again!

I LOVE MY JOB! I'm subbing in a 4th grade classroom today and tomorrow. It's so much fun! It's quite a challenge keeping track of them all, making sure they're all on task, but I have my "helpers" (snitches!) that tell me when things aren't as they should be!

I also love this job because I get to see how other teachers teach. I definitely have my own way, but utls good to observe other classrooms...something I didn't get to do in Idaho. Specifically, there is a book/cd I want to get called A Writer's Notebook by Ralph Fletcher. It has excerpts on how to use a notebook to capture conversation and situations that happen that may be the "invitation into the piece". What a great idea!

One thing I'm struggling with is making sure I can hear what's going on. If more than 1 person is talking (which ALWAYS happens in a classroom), I find myself really struggling to understand students, even if they are close enough to me. I know my hearing is getting worse, but I wonder if it will get to the point where all I can teach is Deaf Ed. Not that it would be a BAD thing, but it may limit what jobs I can take. We'll see what happens...

Day Thirty-two, Part Two

New Clothes! So, Julie called me the other day telling me about an ad on craigslist for clothes of my size. So, I got right on it. I contacted the lady who posted it. She had 3 huge boxes of clothes from Lane Bryant, Catherine's and Fashion Bug...3 of the stores at which I shop. So...I got 5 pairs of overalls, 8 t-shirts, 2 sweaters, a tank top or two and 3 pairs of shorts for...ta-da...$70! Ahhhh! Of course, Delibrirth paid for it and I'm gonna work it off, but, still! All of these clothes were nearly, if not, brand new! And, the amazing thing is that I was needing some new jeans, pants, t-shirts and shorts and God provided! The overalls alone are worth $240. The t-shirts are probably worth $100. The sweaters are probably worth $60. So, all-in-all, I got over $375 in clothes for $70!

Also, I have a sub job tomorrow that I just found out is a 2-day job. Then, I start a 2-week assignment on Thursday. Pretty cool! So, I'm set through November 16. Then I have a few jobs between then and the end of the year, but things are looking good!

Day Thirty-Two...A VERY Bad Dream

I won't go into details, but this dream was so horrible. A person I am very close to died because of a tragic accident...a freak accident. This dream was so real, I woke up crying, sweating and breathing hard. It's strange that I would have this dream about this person. A few days ago, I had a conversation with this person about salvation...this person wasn't sure she saved. I told her that we could change that right now because we aren't guaranteed tomorrow. If a person believes in his heart and confesses with his mouth that Jesus is Lord, he will be saved. If a person asks God to forgive his sins, accepts Jesus as his personal savior, believing that Jesus was born of a virgin, grew up without sin, died on the cross for our sins, 3 days later God raised him from the dead and now He sits at the right hand of the Father making intercession for us, that person is saved and going to heaven. My friend said she had prayed and asked for forgiveness a few days earlier. She also said that she has always believed in Jesus and what he did on the cross. I believe that if she truly asked for forgiveness and believes in Jesus, she's saved. I still have this nagging "What If"...especially after this dream. I hope it's not an indication of anything to come...

Day Thirty-One...Getting to Know You

So, Moob, Olorion, Delebirirth and I are all starting a bible study at our house on Friday nights over dinner. We're inviting one of Moob's co-workers who is thinking of moving in with us. We're going to start with the journaling that our church is doing as a group. That'll give us some direction. Then on Friday nights, we're going to discuss what we've read for the week. It'll be quite cool! With my new-found desire to get to know God, the way He TRULY is, it'll be good to share some of the new things I learn. It'll also be nice to get the perspective of others.

So, right now, my dog has her nose in the couch, looking at Moob out of the side of her head, trying to find her ball in the couch. Here's the funny thing...there ISN'T a ball in there. What a dork!

Off to clean the parents' house!

Day Thirty...A New Perspective

Ok, so reading Hosea 2 is quite interesting. It talks about a woman who has been unfaithful in her marriage. She’s been whoring herself out, wanting fine men and meat...the good life. The husband (God) says in verse 6,

I’ll dump her in a field of thistles, then lose her in a dead-end alley. She’ll go on the hunt for her lovers but not bring down a single one. She’ll look high and low but won’t find one."

This is EXACTLY WHAT I’VE BEEN FEELING LIKE! It’s like God is playing games with me...bumping me into these walls, taking me down dead-end alleys. Argh! It’s been so frustrating.

But God goes on to say,

Then she’ll say, "I’m going back to my husband, the one I started out with. That was a better life by far than this one."

She didn’t know that it was I all along who wined and dined and adorned her. That I was the one who dressed her up in the big-city fashions and jewelry that she wasted on wild Baal-orgies.

He goes on to chasten the woman on her behavior, putting faith in all the "look what I did" and the things she’s had her hand in making.

But even after the chastening, God is gracious and merciful.

"And now, here’s what I’m going to do: I’m going to start all over again. I’m taking her back out into the wilderness where we had our first date, and I’ll court her. I’ll give her a bouquet of roses. I’ll turn Heartbreak Valley into Acres of Hope. She’ll respond like she did as a young girl, those days when she was fresh out of Egypt.

"At that time" - this is God’s message still - "you’ll address me, ‘Dear Husband!’ Never again will you address me, ‘My slave-master!’ I’ll wash your mouth out with soap, get rid of all the dirty false-god names, not so much as a whisper of those names again.

At the same time, I’ll make a peace treaty between you and wild animals and birds and reptiles, and get rid of all weapons of war. Think of it! Safe from beasts and bullies! And then I’ll marry you for good --forever! I’ll marry you true and proper, in love and tenderness. Yes, I’ll marry you and neither leave you nor let you go. You'll know me, God, for who I really am."

I can’t believe how God is answering my cry for help. I’ve been so frustrated, just like the woman at the beginning of this passage, bumping into walls, trying to get to where I want to go...but all along, God has been putting up those road blocks, those barriers, so it would drive me back home to my husband...where I belong...so I can truly know Him. Thank you God for showing this to me.

Thanks for using Becca to point me towards this passage. I love you more today than I did yesterday. I can’t wait to get to know you more!

~ JW

I am God's favorite!

Day Twenty-Nine...Back from Retreat

This last weekend, I went on a retreat with some of the ladies from my church. It was a good weekend. I've been struggling with feeling like I belong...anywhere...and I was really confronted by God about belonging to anything. Through my girlfriend, He told me "it doesn't matter WHERE you belong because you belong to ME!" That should be enough. But, is it enough? The thing I struggle with the most is the fact that God has promised me certain things and it seems like those things aren't going to come to pass. I'm struggling with believing God wants the good things He's promised me to actually happen. I'm struggling with being "God's favorite". I know God loves me...I'm just not sure He likes me! And, I say that (sort of) in jest because God is God and He loves whole-heartedly. There was a time that I knew my parents loved me, but I was SURE they didn't like me very much. That isn't the case now, but there was a time. I am struggling with the same vision of God. So many times I've been told/promised/guaranteed something and it falls through. So many times I've felt that if it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all. So many times I've felt great about something only to have it come back and sour in my face. So many times I've believed in so many things only to have those things blow up in my face. My heart is becoming hardened toward living in faith. It's becoming harder and harder to believe...not that I don't believe in Jesus Christ as my personal savior, that He was conceived by the Holy Spirit, born of a virgin, died on a cross for my sins and God raised Him from the dead and He sits at the right hand of the Father, making intercession for me. I believe that with all my heart. I'm strugging with believing that God wants the best for me...I struggle with "abundant life". I guess I struggle with Grace...unmerited favor...

Day Twenty-Eight...Captivating

John and Stasi Eldredge have written a book called "Captivating". It's all about a woman's heart. I'm in counseling for some relationship issues and we're heading toward some of the inward issues I have (enter at your own risk!). Anyway, my counselors gave it to me to read. The Eldredges are Christian authors. He wrote a book called "Wild at Heart"...all about a man's heart...why men do what they do. Why little boys, even though parents try to teach them not to be aggressive and play with weapons, chew their graham crackers into guns. It's because they were programmed to be warriors...to fight...to protect...to be the hero. My dad is reading it...he said it is a great book.

So, what about a woman's heart? Well, women today have been taught to hide their femininity...to feel ashamed that they want to be rescued...needed...loved...cared for...part of the adventure and great romance for which they were intended (thank you Gloria Steinem!). God, when he created the world, the universe, the animals and, lastly, man, the world was perfect. Adam walked with God, talked with God, lived in a perfect garden. But...God said...something's missing...it's not good for man to be alone. So, he created woman. If you look back through the creation story, you see that each time God created something, it was more intricate and more splended than the thing before. Light and dark...water and land...animal and man...and finally, woman. Woman is the crown of creation. We were not an afterthought! God didn't say, "Wow...I really forgot something...hmmm...let's see...well, I could...no....how about...hmmm...I have no idea what to do...let me make a girl and see what happens." He purposefully created woman as the crown...the cherry on the ice cream sundae. A sundae isn't a sundae without a cherry. Man isn't man without woman. And, inversely, woman isn't woman without man. We were created for each other.

Now, I'm not saying that woman is incapable of caring for her self and "needs a man to be whole". In fact, I'm saying the opposite. Women are quite capable of caring for themselves, their families, their church and anything else life throws at them...just look at Moob! She's amazing! She's been through so much...all without the support of a man. In fact, some of the things she's been through have been CAUSED by men. Yet, she is still the most amazing woman I know because she hasn't let what's happened to her define her. But, what I am saying is that women today have been made to feel guilty for longing for male companionship, for relationships, for intimacy, for being protected, for being fought for, for being courted and wooed...something for which we were CREATED! It would be like (and pardon the crude comparison) my dog, who LOVES to run because she's a herding dog, being yelled at and made to feel shame for wanting to run and play ball. Women were created, not as the weaker sex, but as the Image Bearer of the intimate God...the relational heart of God...the desire God has for us to pursue Him.

So, what does this have to do with me? Well, for YEARS, I've strugged with being the Image Bearer of God. I've felt unworthy...unloved...unaccepted...waiting for the other shoe to drop on my relationships...my dreams. And, I've felt very much like Eve...God must be holding out on me. He has promised me X, Y, and Z, but I'm still not seeing ANY of those come to fruition. Many a night, I have laid in bed and cried myself to sleep because I'm so lonely and none of my dreams and aspirations have come to pass. But, this book is teaching me that I've done that to myself. Because we live in a fallen world, I have the bent toward doubting God's intentions with me. Even as a Christian, knowing His Word, having experienced some of his miracles, I still doubt He REALLY cares about me. I've taken it upon myself to try and "make things happen" instead of letting Him bring those things He's promised to me. I've gotten in God's way. Is that all my fault? No. The enemy has a special hatred for me...as a woman...and he's also getting in God's way. Lucifer was a beautiful angel. His pride got him in trouble and cast out of heaven. Since woman is the crown-jewel of creation, God's most prized creation...the most beautiful...and the Image-Bearer of the Beauty of God, since her creation, there has been a special hatred in the enemy for woman. And we, in today's society, have succumed to believing the lies the enemy has planted in our minds since the beginning of creation (thank you, again, Gloria Steinem). God has been teaching me that if I trust Him whole-heartedly, His plans and promises will come to fruition. I am reminded of a song by The Kry called Take My Hand.

I know there are times
Your dreams turn to dust
You wonder as you cry
Why it has to hurt so much
Give me all your sadness
Someday you will know the reason why
With a childlike heart
Simply put your hope in me

Take my hand and walk where I lead
Keep your eyes on me alone
Don’t you say “why were the old days better?”
Just because you're scared of the unknown

Take my hand and walk...

Don’t live in the past
'Cuz yesterday is gone
Wishing memories would last
You’re afraid to carry on

But you don't know what's comin', no
But you know the one who holds tomorrow
I will be your guide, take you through night
If you keep your eyes on me

Take my hand and walk where I lead
Keep your eyes on me alone
Don’t you say “why were the old days better?”
Just because you're scared of the unknown
Take my hand and walk where I lead
You will never be alone
Faith is to be sure of what you hope for
And the evidence of things unseen
Take my hand and walk

Just like a child holding daddy's hand
Don’t let go of mine, you know you can stand on your own

Take my hand and walk where I lead
Keep your eyes on me alone
Don’t you say “why were the old days better?”
Just because you're scared of the unknown
Take my hand and walk where I lead
You will never be alone
Faith is to be sure of what you hope for
And the evidence of things not seen
Take my hand and walk

Take my hand and walk

Take my hand and walk

What an amazing picture of God's plan for us...wow! Now, I've only finished chapter 6 of 12, so, I'm sure there's more tidbits of amazing-ness to come!

Day Twenty-Seven...A New Twist on an Old Story

The ant & the grasshopper: 2 scenarios

~ older version ~

The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house & laying up supplies for the winter.

The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool & laughs & dances & plays the summer away.

Come winter, the ant is warm & well fed. The grasshopper has no food or shelter, so he dies out in the cold.

Moral of the story: Be responsible for yourself!

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~ newer version ~

The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house & laying up supplies for the winter.

The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool & laughs & dances & plays the summer away.

Come winter, the shivering grasshopper calls a press conference & demands to know why the ant should be warm & well fed while others are cold & starving.

CBS, NBC, PBS, CNN & ABC show up to provide pictures of the shivering grasshopper next to a video of the ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food. America is stunned by the sharp contrast. How can this be, that in a country of such wealth, this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?

Kermit the Frog appears on Oprah with the grasshopper & everybody cries when they sing, "it’s not easy being green."

Jesse Jackson stages a demonstration in front of the ant's house where the news stations film the group singing, "We shall overcome." Jesse then has the group kneel down to pray to God for the grasshopper's sake.

Nancy Pelosi & John Kerry exclaim in an interview with Larry King that the ant has gotten rich off the back of the grasshopper, & both call for an immediate tax hike on the ant to make him pay his fair share.

Finally, the EEOC drafts the Economic Equity & Anti-Grasshopper Act retroactive to the beginning of the summer. The ant is fined for failing to hire a proportionate number of green bugs & having nothing left to pay his retroactive taxes, his home is confiscated by the government.

Hillary gets her old law firm to represent the grasshopper in a defamation suit against the ant & the case is tried before a panel of federal judges that Bill Clinton appointed from a list of single-parent welfare recipients. The ant loses the case.

The story ends as we see the grasshopper finishing up the last bits of the ant's food while the government house he is in, which just happens to be the ant's old house, crumbles around him because he doesn't maintain it. The ant has disappeared in the snow. The grasshopper is found dead in a drug related incident & the house, now abandoned, is taken over by a gang of spiders who terrorize the once peaceful neighborhood.

Moral of the story: Be careful how you vote.

Day Twenty-Six...Another Day of Work!

I subbed today in a 4th grade classroom. I've decided I REALLY like subbing. My days are NEVER the same. I have the flexibility to take a day off if I need one. I get a lot of experience with a lot of different grades/subjects. Today it was mostly math, but we did have an opportunity to learn about bullying...quite an interesting video. I discovered that the "teacher" for the bullying wasn't really a good teacher. She used a LOT of big words like victim, harassment, and intimidation. Now, some 4th graders will understand that, but it is only within context and probably with some pre-teaching. Anyway, she really didn't have good control of the situation...she was probably the school psychologist or nurse...with not much classroom experience. Still, it was good information. I was able, then, to take that information and expound on it back in our language time.

I have a job for next Tuesday and Friday. It'll be fun!

I also have a test this Saturday. It's my comprehensive final exam for grad school. It will be a 50 question test, plus 2 essay questions. I'm allowed 4 hours: 2 hours for the questions and 1 hour each for the essays. I think the one I'll have the most trouble with is the audiology question. I only took 1 class and it was the most technical of all my classes, dealing with the mechanics of the ear, hearing loss, audiograms, tympanograms, hearing aids, cochlear implants, FM systems. I have been studying my audiology book, but it's still technical...and I'm not very technically inclined. I'm sure I'll pass, but I'm also sure I'll get mylowest grade in that area.

Ok, so Moob and I were talking about painting our house. The inside, not the outside. I've been wanting to paint a wall in my room as an accent. Moob's been wanting to paint in her room. And, we NEED to paint in the lower part of the house. Those who painted it before didn't do a great job. There are spots where it was just patched over and incomplete and mis-matched colors. So, we're thinking about getting some paint with some of our "extra" money (not that we have any...but we can budget that in!). And, we were talking also about getting draperies for the 4 exposed windows in the house. We found some online at WalMart.com. They're kinda pretty...we'll take a look at the store and see if they are ones we like.

Ok, off to finish (ahem) my paper. Actually, I'm concentrating now more on my outline. I was having a problem bringing all of my information together, so I decided to go back and expand my outline. That way, the paper will flow more naturally.