tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157799058841884772024-03-12T23:53:05.122-04:00the rookie's viewdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825607784066764730noreply@blogger.comBlogger236125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515779905884188477.post-26992944540310371502012-10-07T20:47:00.001-04:002012-10-07T20:47:39.620-04:00Thankful for...A sweet husband who is crazy like me. <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dW8MII6axxE/UHIiqZRxPYI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fl0ASJBzAmI/s640/blogger-image-918358025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dW8MII6axxE/UHIiqZRxPYI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fl0ASJBzAmI/s640/blogger-image-918358025.jpg" /></a></div>domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825607784066764730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515779905884188477.post-39744707835727467222012-10-02T21:17:00.002-04:002012-10-02T21:17:38.442-04:00My heart is like a refrigerator.I think I'm ready to start writing again.<br />
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This summer, I sure have struggled with bitterness. I cannot be the only one, so here are my prayers and thoughts on this topic.<br />
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One of my favorite Tim Keller quotes:<br />
<span style="color: black;"><em>Worry is not believing God will get it right, and bitterness is believing God got it wrong.</em></span><br />
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Do you know how much time I can spend thinking about how life should be? Sorry, God, but this didn't exactly fit into my original five year plan. That root of bitterness is black and secretive.<br />
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Y'all, I hate cleaning out the fridge. It's straight up nasty, so I leave veggie dips and yogurt in there for weeks. And when my sweet husband cleans out the fridge, those once delicious snacks have soured and festered in the dark (we also haven't replaced the door light in months). <br />
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As women, we sure are good at finding a Pinterest-like snapshot of someone's life and blowing it up into a movie of what <i>our </i>life should have been. It begins as a harmless daydream. But it grows. Oh, how it grows. Left unchecked, it drips like molasses, silently through my arteries until they are hardened with bitterness. <br />
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Men have porn. And affairs. And work. And those things can destroy relationship.<br />
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But a woman's bitter hard can crush a relationship like nothing else.<br />
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We have the ability to demolish other women and our husbands with resentment.<br />
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<i><span class="text Heb-12-15" id="en-NIV-30228"><sup class="versenum"></sup>See to it that no one falls short of the grace of God and that no bitter root grows up to cause trouble and defile many. </span></i><span class="text Heb-12-15" id="en-NIV-30228">Hebrews 12:15</span><br />
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<span class="text Heb-12-15" id="en-NIV-30228">I call it (blame it on) so many things. A broken heart. Or abuse from other women. Or our past hurts. Whatever. Call it what it is. It's a lack of trust in the Lord's plan and contentment in Christ and therefore sin. </span><br />
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<span class="text Heb-12-15" id="en-NIV-30228"> How kind of Him to call us out in our sin. His lovingkindess calls us to repentence.</span><br />
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<br />domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825607784066764730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515779905884188477.post-38835222169050295162012-08-16T23:31:00.001-04:002012-08-16T23:31:03.299-04:00Week off=Game on<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-s50yA1UHrvQ/UC265s_EPMI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Q2hOPAew1tA/s640/blogger-image--970255930.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-s50yA1UHrvQ/UC265s_EPMI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Q2hOPAew1tA/s640/blogger-image--970255930.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3IKV_DkCzoY/UC266S5uerI/AAAAAAAAAZM/4rmJtTJXvCs/s640/blogger-image--1081910790.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3IKV_DkCzoY/UC266S5uerI/AAAAAAAAAZM/4rmJtTJXvCs/s640/blogger-image--1081910790.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwjYMVosmPM/UC267PvopmI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Nl9ilTRNil0/s640/blogger-image--86316377.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwjYMVosmPM/UC267PvopmI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Nl9ilTRNil0/s640/blogger-image--86316377.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-udSUHpzjqsQ/UC267kLmkzI/AAAAAAAAAZY/epOsl32eqWw/s640/blogger-image--1966562552.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-udSUHpzjqsQ/UC267kLmkzI/AAAAAAAAAZY/epOsl32eqWw/s640/blogger-image--1966562552.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0AwgATLF05g/UC268TaMrvI/AAAAAAAAAZk/BaJG_5xjYI0/s640/blogger-image--1476557420.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0AwgATLF05g/UC268TaMrvI/AAAAAAAAAZk/BaJG_5xjYI0/s640/blogger-image--1476557420.jpg" /></a></div>domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825607784066764730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515779905884188477.post-38296552748202854682012-08-16T20:14:00.001-04:002012-08-16T20:15:09.810-04:00Summer lessonsFear is a terrible decision maker.<br />
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True grace is disturbing.<br />
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I am stingy with grace.<br />
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True love is sacrificial love.<br />
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Me and you, baby. <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oO65z-1wHfM/UC2M_NHiJjI/AAAAAAAAAY0/4hRHcpug8Os/s640/blogger-image--256896548.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oO65z-1wHfM/UC2M_NHiJjI/AAAAAAAAAY0/4hRHcpug8Os/s640/blogger-image--256896548.jpg" /></a></div>domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825607784066764730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515779905884188477.post-23688430957399938182011-11-07T19:41:00.004-05:002011-11-07T20:01:36.902-05:00A sweet conversationToday, I finally was able to catch up with a dear sweet woman that has walked with me for over 10 years. We were able to share our hearts from the past year, and I am so thankful for her sweet trusting spirit in the Lord. She spoke such encouraging words. I hope I can learn to speak like her.<br /><br />She has taught me so much about hoping in the Lord through extremely difficult hardship, and has that kind of faith that you find in people who have truly been refined by fire.<br /><br />I think the best part of our conversation was rejoicing in what the Lord has taught us through suffering: that joy is not being joyful about the situation, but it is about being joyful in the growth of sweet relationship with the Lord. I would not wish to go through certain trials in my life again, but I am so grateful for what Christ has taught me through those things. He has loosed so many chains in my life, to where I am more free today than I was 2 years ago.<br /><br />We spoke about redemption and anticipation of our future hope...the sweet peace of redemption in the present, but the unspeakable joy when all things are made new.<br /><br />It was such a good reminder, on a Monday in North Raleigh after a normal day of school, to look to the eternal.domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825607784066764730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515779905884188477.post-79811493288546506222011-11-01T16:08:00.006-04:002011-11-01T17:29:06.527-04:00OrganizationThis is my fourth year of teaching, and I've learned a few tricks along the way. I have always valued other teachers' willingness to share ideas and post the routine things they do in their classrooms to make the day smoother.<br /><br />So I have decided to post pictures and ideas from my classroom, some borrowed from others or worked out after months of frustration in terrible routines. I hope they are helpful!<br /><br />This post is dedicated to some simple organizational techniques that keep me sane. I am not naturally inclined to organization, but have become better by sheer necessity.<br /><br />First: I label everything now. I downloaded a cute font to make me more likely to use the labels (it's truly the little things), and I bought these magazine files from the Target One Spot. In the <span style="font-weight: bold;">important </span>basket, I've placed my grade book, contact information, plan book, and observation notebook. Done. These baskets are lined up on top of a bookshelf that contains all of my files. I don't really use my file cabinet. It's not easily accessible, so I have all of the objectives that I teach labeled on cardboard magazine files. I then placed folders of each set of activities within that file. For example, I have a box for "Measurement," and file folders for elapsed time, length, capacity, and mass within that box. It's right behind my desk for easy access. It's not the cutest looking thing in the world, so I made a polka-dot curtain to cover it all up!<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_YXATTuUeOU/TrBUwnchhGI/AAAAAAAAAXs/817eDos7-_c/s1600/files.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_YXATTuUeOU/TrBUwnchhGI/AAAAAAAAAXs/817eDos7-_c/s320/files.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670125125058528354" border="0" /> </a>I make anchor charts for EVERYTHING. If we learn it, I write it down.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0XtkVs1ExjY/TrBUwz3HoAI/AAAAAAAAAX8/qxWNeEMi4bo/s1600/connections.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0XtkVs1ExjY/TrBUwz3HoAI/AAAAAAAAAX8/qxWNeEMi4bo/s320/connections.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670125128391303170" border="0" /></a>It's really easy to lose these anchor charts on the walls. It's only the second quarter, and I've already run out of wall space. So a couple of years ago, I covered my cubbies with homemade curtains. Behind the curtains is, well, a mess. But it's out of sight! I laminated circles with numbers on them. I only put the most important anchor charts here.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ioObKl2jdE/TrBUx4oQnuI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/lrPBuQH3nD8/s1600/curtains.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ioObKl2jdE/TrBUx4oQnuI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/lrPBuQH3nD8/s320/curtains.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670125146851024610" border="0" /></a><br />That way, I can refer to a specific chart when conferencing or doing a mini lesson. One year, I had students who really had a hard time responding to text. I ended up having them choose a number and focus on that skill when they were asked to respond in their journals. It wasn't my favorite thing to do, but it worked for those kids.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CXSUzxM12Dw/TrBUxnIkprI/AAAAAAAAAYE/YyqinEsDQdk/s1600/anchor%2Bchart%2B1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CXSUzxM12Dw/TrBUxnIkprI/AAAAAAAAAYE/YyqinEsDQdk/s320/anchor%2Bchart%2B1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670125142154716850" border="0" /></a>When we're finished with that skill, I have the hardest time throwing away anchor charts. They just contain so much learning! So this year, I have started taking pictures of the charts and printing them off. I have one notebook labeled "Reading Anchor Charts" and another for "Math Anchor Charts." I keep them in the area of my room that contains extra practice activities.<br /><br />Lastly, a stolen idea for managing Writer's Workshop. I give each student a number at the beginning of the year. It corresponds to their cubby, mailbox, job chart, etc. I despise remaking things year after year, so this helps cut down on wasted time and resources. During writing, students move through the writing process by moving down a clothespin. I used to use magnets, so the clothespins are attached to a magnetic strip. The magnets drove me insane, so I threw those away this year.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EIyfO2h3090/TrBUyGzhIuI/AAAAAAAAAYY/LSQ_3eRgt8Q/s1600/writing.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EIyfO2h3090/TrBUyGzhIuI/AAAAAAAAAYY/LSQ_3eRgt8Q/s320/writing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670125150656340706" border="0" /></a>What are your techniques for keeping your classroom organized?domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825607784066764730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515779905884188477.post-13404046186403869672011-10-30T20:25:00.002-04:002011-10-30T20:41:56.872-04:00BiscuitsSo many years ago, through a long and somehow unrelated story, our friends began calling blessings biscuits. <br /><br />(If you've ever had a bo'berry biscuit, I think you'll understand the connection.)<br /><br />This fall has been a season of biscuits...or maybe growing in gratefulness. The Lord has been teaching me to be more thankful. It is not my natural disposition. So this post is a short update of biscuits.<br /><br />We have moved! About a month ago, we purchased our first home. We are more or less moved in. Joel and I have a habit of forgetting about the little things. So if you visit and still see a mirror leaning against a wall, or a headboard unattached, get used to it. It may stay like that for a while. Seriously though, we are thoroughly enjoying our home. <br /><br />My dear brother is staying with us now! He has returned safe and sound (praise the Lord!) from his second deployment. <br /><br />I have joined a new community group at a new church that I love. I am so thankful for wonderful communities of believers.<br /><br />My classroom is amazing! Entering into my fourth year, I feel so much more confident as a teacher. I really enjoy my job. <br /><br />A year and a half ago, I truly felt like I was hanging on by a thread. Looking back, I am thankful for that time. The Lord is so faithful, and He is the God of all comfort. This verse from Joel 2:25 has been so true in my life: “I will repay you for the years the locusts have eaten." He <span style="font-weight:bold;">IS</span> the Great Redeemer.domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825607784066764730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515779905884188477.post-40062038613891053122011-06-15T19:34:00.002-04:002011-06-15T19:36:42.515-04:00On sleep"Sleep is a parable that God is God and we are mere men. God handles the world quite nicely while a hemisphere sleeps. <br /><br />Sleep is like a broken record that comes around with the same message every day: <br /><br />Man is not sovereign. <br /><br />Man is not sovereign. <br /><br />Man is not sovereign. <br /><br />Don’t let the lesson be lost on you. God wants to be trusted as the great worker who never tires and never sleeps. <br /><br />He is not nearly so impressed with our late nights and early mornings as he is with the peaceful trust that casts all anxieties on him and sleeps." <br /><br />-John Piper<br /><br />Thankful for rest as summer officially started for me yesterday. I will be leaving for Haiti in about a week and a half. I'll only be gone for a few days. Please pray for our trip to be a blessing to the people we'll meet, for safety, and for change.domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825607784066764730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515779905884188477.post-35799524093613626682011-04-16T14:57:00.002-04:002011-04-16T15:13:35.606-04:00FearAnyone who knows me is aware that I am not the most courageous person in the world. I get anxious about making a sandwich. The Lord has been dealing with me in the area. <br />Most recently...<br /><br />We got a new car a couple of weeks ago. It's a super cute Kia Soul. Well rated by Consumer Reports. Affordable.<br /><br />Oh, and I did I mention it's a stick shift?<br /><br />I don't know how to drive a stick shift. <br /><br />But this is my car.<br /><br />So far, I haven't been able to drive it, and I've been practicing a bit everyday. I'm totally nervous about it. I'm not the quickest learner.<br /><br />Prayers are welcome. This has been less terrifying each day. And I really want to know how to do this.<br /><br />On an interesting note, it has made me very aware of how my struggling students feel about learning. They are coming to a difficult environment each day, and they feel like they're failing regularly. I get it now in a very real way. With testing approaching soon, I feel the pressure for them. This is my car. This is their learning. It's not like we have a fall-back here. Joel has been amazingly patient in teaching me to drive, and I'm reminded of how much repetition and patience is required for my students.domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825607784066764730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515779905884188477.post-1070202525689164892011-04-02T22:36:00.002-04:002011-04-02T23:24:26.432-04:00Grace Upon GraceI am struck this week at the freedom of God's grace. <br /><br />It comes in really surprising ways, this unmerited favor. As a person who admittedly has this terrible idol of human approval, the freedom that grace provides is immeasurable. I did nothing for this. I don't have to do anything for this. It is a free gift. <br /><br />I am thankful for the blessing of marriage this week. But that thankfulness has come out of an unexpected weekend.<br /><br />In 24 hours, we realized that Joel's car needed engine work and that my car died. <br />(The short story of my car dying involves me having driven to and from Chapel Hill without a hitch, but when starting up my car later, hearing a terrifying screeching noise and an extremely loud clunking. It involved me having to take a quick, not crash!, course on driving a stick shift at 9pm.) <br /><br />I felt like every time we made a plan this weekend, something happened to change it. The cars were just the beginning. It even got to the point tonight where I ordered a salad for dinner (at nine o'clock, because that's how our day went), not knowing that it had bleu cheese. I tried to scrape it off but gagged just from the smell, so loving husband drove me to McDonald's in the middle of the Final Four. And we get up to the pick up window only to find out that they are out of the fruit and walnut salad I had already paid for. At that point, it was comical. But now I have a tummy ache from my dinner, and I am praying praying praying is not weird food poisoning. <br /><br />We each had our breaking points today. Joel's happened not when the cars died or the vacuum had to be completely taken apart this morning, but when one of our microwave safe plates (we only have, like, 4) broke in three pieces in the microwave, thus rendering his meal inedible. Mine was when I realized a store I needed to go to closed an hour earlier. <br /><br />But we went for a run and discussed the crapiness of the day. And we tried our hardest to remind ourselves of the providence: the cars died on a weekend. My dad is now able to drive me to work until we get a new car. We had paid off our debt literally this month. But it was still a weird day. <br /><br />Except for the fist bump when we remembered: we're ok. We've had a season when we weren't ok. And nobody wants to go back there. Compared to that, two broken cars seems like a sitcom joke. This we can handle. <br /><br />I am thankful for the grace that brought us here this weekend.domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825607784066764730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515779905884188477.post-75121072258154000222011-03-11T21:37:00.002-05:002011-03-11T22:06:00.854-05:00Why I love Eve BuntingShe's absolutely my favorite author to teach. <br />This year, we have read:<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Fly Away Home, Smoky Night, Gleam and Glow, Going Home, A Day's Work, <span style="font-style:italic;">and </span>One Green Apple.</span> I was given <span style="font-style:italic;">Cheyenne Again</span> and <span style="font-style:italic;">The Wall</span> from classroom parents. <br /><br />She writes about real-world issues, like homelessness, war, racial discrimination, different cultures, tolerance, and home. But because she writes picture books for children, these themes are so accessible to them. <br /><br />This year, I've read these books to them to teach things like making inferences, deep connections and predictions. This quarter, we are learning about author's point of view and purpose. Really, I love teaching days like the ones we had this week. After reading <span style="font-style:italic;">One Green Apple</span>, my kids started to realize that her books contain common themes. We charted our ideas and then one student asked, "I wonder if Eve Bunting wrote books like these because she came from a different country." Sure enough, we looked it up, and she was born in Northern Ireland. After reading her biography, we were able to chart some facts about her life that carry over into the themes she includes in her books. What a perfect way for them to learn author's point of view!<br /><br />But my favorite lesson this week happened as I divided the class into three groups. I asked them to think about three books: <span style="font-style:italic;">Fly Away Home, Gleam and Glow, <span style="font-style:italic;">and </span>One Green Apple</span> and to talk about what symbol she uses in each book to teach us something. Admittedly, I was a little nervous. I mean, these are 8 year olds we're talking about here. But I realized I was wrong to doubt once I started listening to their conversations. "The bird in <span style="font-style:italic;">Fly Away Home</span> means hope and freedom that the little boy and dad will find a home." <br />"The fish that stay alive in <span style="font-style:italic;">Gleam and Glow</span> show the family that there is hope, even when their home was destroyed in the war." <br />"The apple in <span style="font-style:italic;">One Green Apple</span> is like the girl blending in with the other kids in her class."<br /><br />They made posters to show what they had discussed in groups, but then we came back together to talk about it. And then, I realized I had forgotten about <span style="font-style:italic;">Smoky Night</span>, the story of racial tension against the backdrop of the L.A. riots. I asked them to think about the symbol that Eve Bunting used to teach readers. <br /><br />At this point, I should pause and tell you about one of my little buds. He really struggles with reading fluency and word work. Grade level and standardized tests seem impossible at times. He has a hard time with class discussions and is extremely quiet.<br /><br />But I just about saw a real-life light bulb go off above his head when I asked that question. He shot up off the carpet and yelled out, "THE CATS!"<br /><br />Goodness gracious, I could have cried right there. He got it. And I realize it was just two words, but it's one of the few times he's been openly successful at something that the whole class is doing. Thanks, Ms. Bunting. That made my week.domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825607784066764730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515779905884188477.post-19019569002389442952011-03-11T21:09:00.004-05:002011-03-11T21:34:38.775-05:00A sweet blessingIt's Friday. I have suffered through a humiliating step class in an effort to try new things. (I am truly the most uncoordinated person on the planet.) Joel had a rough afternoon at the gym as well (praying that he didn't re-injure his knee!).<br /><br /> We decide it's time for cupcakes. <br /><br />First, however, we must get gas. Nobody wants to run out of gas on the way to delicious dessert.<br /><br />At the gas station, Joel pumps the gas and, when the pump abruptly stops at $20, realizes someone has prepaid at the pump and didn't ever get their gas. He goes inside to tell the attendant, and I am so proud, because it would have been incredibly easy to drive away with free gas. He gets it all sorted out and the attendant thanks him for his "truthfulness." <br /><br />Fantastic! Onward to cupcakes!<br /><br />I have been looking forward to this new cupcake shop for weeks. <br /><br />But as we drive up to the too-empty parking lot, we slowly realize that Gigi's is closed. Our hearts sink as we start to walk up to the door to check the hours. <br /><br />Don't lose hope, though, friends. This story gets better.<br /><br />The owner of the shop happens to be driving away just as we are approaching the shop. He sees our visible heartbreak (more accurately, my foot stomping) and hails us toward his car. He reaches behind his passenger seat and pulls out a box of cupcakes. <br /><br />No joke. For free. We do not have cash. Just immense gratitude.<br /><br />I think I clapped my hands in excitement the whole way home.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xYP13_DIs2g/TXraaMQ8HkI/AAAAAAAAAXU/jMYnrYP-u10/s1600/cupcake.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xYP13_DIs2g/TXraaMQ8HkI/AAAAAAAAAXU/jMYnrYP-u10/s320/cupcake.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583014831582879298" /></a><br /><br />Tonight, I am acutely aware of how much I have to be thankful for. And tonight, I will thank the Lord for cupcakes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EReeC-D8Wac/TXrbL8PKTwI/AAAAAAAAAXc/pUVHfO-BKLk/s1600/cupcake2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EReeC-D8Wac/TXrbL8PKTwI/AAAAAAAAAXc/pUVHfO-BKLk/s320/cupcake2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583015686273912578" /></a>domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825607784066764730noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515779905884188477.post-4807844462245643072011-01-24T19:19:00.002-05:002011-01-24T19:47:05.438-05:00I guess I'm a once a month blogger...I'm currently sitting in our newly redone guest room while the hubs plays a video game and I work on my report cards (ahem...I'll get to them). My brother is deployed and graciously sold us his couches at a discount :) We really didn't have room for three new couches, but I have had my heard set on new couches since we got married, so I couldn't pass these up! To acquiesce, Joel completely disassembled the guest bed and stored it in the attic, moved our old couch into its place, and organized the living room in a way that is most pleasing. This spurred on a two-day cleaning marathon, when we finally gutted our closets, guest room closets, and the guest room itself. It is ridiculous how much junk we had accumulated in the past 2.5 years. Friends who know us well can testify that our guest room was more of a storage room, housing Christmas decorations, old lamps, disorganized papers and school supplies. It feels completely refreshing to have simplified our house, and finally we're able to utilize this space well. The guest room is no longer a storage dump with a bed; it's now a den that is perfect for girls night conversations, relaxing on a Sunday, and reading all by myself. <br /><br />Report cards are due Friday, and if you've read long enough you know that report card season tends to take over my life. I'm much more organized this quarter than I've ever been, but I'm still so anxious to get them finished. Bleh. I actually went in to school on a SATURDAY in order to work on things, and I spend 4 hours of my day of rest typing up comments for my students. When all is said and done, I'll have written 5 paragraphs for each of my 23 kids. Needless to say, I'm incredibly thankful for having all seasons of 30 Rock on my Netflix Instant Queue and cookies and cream ice cream to ensure that I stay seated long enough to get anything accomplished.<br /><br /> On Friday night, I spent an hour looking back through my pictures, all the way to sophomore year of college. I realized that since then, I've been to Mississippi and England with people I had never met, Spain for a summer, Turkey with Joel, and Belize with my wonderful third grade team. I remember feeling very anxious before many of those trips: fearing the unknown and worried about the relationships I would make when there. But the Lord reminded me that He had planned each one, brought me through them, and grew me as a result. I am so thankful for each of those experiences, but I mention my anxiety in relation to them only because I need to be reminded that I've been and will be taken care of!<br /><br /> Often, I fear that I will be inadequate to complete responsibilities in front of me, especially when it comes to teaching. Ultimately, I am inadequate. But I need to be reminded that anything He has called me to, He has equipped me for. <br /><br />Lately, I've been feeling really overwhelmed with my to-do list. Anything added to it seems to send me into a panic. I'm learning to say no to extraneous things that aren't top priority, as well as to rely on Joel for more help. So often he asks, "What can I do to help?" and I don't let him help! (Today, I realized that with my crazy day I wouldn't be able to make dinner. I sent him some simple instructions and he put together a delicious chicken and veggie soup that will last us FOUR meals. The best part is that it cost a total of $13!) "Resting in God's grace" is a phrase that has been running through my mind since yesterday. Too often I try (unsuccessfully) to rely on myself, and that is shamefully proud. How wonderful to have a personal and loving Father who knows our faults and assures us that He is enough!domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825607784066764730noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515779905884188477.post-24731875027896236332010-12-23T18:39:00.002-05:002010-12-23T19:07:38.753-05:00Whatever comes...This week, I had the stomach bug on Monday. I am so thankful for the teachers who helped me out so I could do a whole lot of sitting during the day. A wonderful room parent basically ran my afternoon party...such a blessing! That afternoon, I went to bed at 3:45 pm, watched a few episodes of the Office, and didn't really get out of bed till 6am the next morning. I couldn't get a sub for Tuesday, but thankfully my fever broke and the day went relatively well. Just a scuffle between two of my kids at the Nutcracker and complaints that my homework passes I gave out weren't unlimited, but we had so many candy canes, it didn't make a difference. <br /><br />Tuesday afternoon brought with it the realization that both of our cars needed hundreds of dollars worth of repairs, and Wednesday brought a busted dryer. <br /><br />But today brought the peace of the Lord that whatever comes, we shall endure. <br /><br />This year, I have learned that His purposes for me are so very <span style="font-style:italic;">good</span>. Nothing can separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus. Nothing. The peace that brings is immeasurable, and this Christmas, I'm so thankful.domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825607784066764730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515779905884188477.post-34787179693951089342010-12-10T22:14:00.002-05:002010-12-10T22:39:29.952-05:00ContentmentThis week has been a whirlwind of change. We had a dance teacher use my room for three days out of the week, so my class was nomadic (shoulda taught them that word) on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. On Tuesday and Thursday, we would spend time clearing a space for the dance teacher and then putting our desks back together. <br /><br />I am not a person who is crazy about routine. I like a bit of change. But I also know, as a person who cannot focus on anything, that changes in routine make my head a jumbled mess of to-do list items that I can't quite seem to remember. Little things just did not get accomplished this week, and I am going to have to be ok with that. <br /><br />All in all, I'm very proud of my kids. They never complained about moving around this week. The change in routine for them, however, made them...rambunctious, to say the least. I felt like I spent a lot of the week herding cattle. Do any other teachers feel that way? <br /><br />But I'm thankful for this class. They are a bunch of very funny, very friendly kids. I had this moment this evening with Joel. We decided to watch Psych in the bedroom and make a dinner of salt and vinegar chips and ginger molasses cookies, and I realized that things are okay. We live in an extremely comfortable house, especially now that we have heat for the first time in 2 years :). We really like each other. We're sending out a super cute Christmas card. I have some extra money to replace my Target jeans that have a hole in them. I get to sleep in tomorrow. Seriously, can it get any better? I am blessed.domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825607784066764730noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515779905884188477.post-22992713935559296902010-12-07T21:03:00.002-05:002010-12-07T21:39:55.158-05:00A first time for everythingI am normally not a greeting card kind of person, but when I found out that Shutterfly is doing this promo of 50 free Christmas cards, I couldn't pass it up! I think this is a pretty sweet deal, and I wanted to pass this promotion to y'all.<br /><br />This evening (on the anniversary of our engagement:) we got all dressed up AFTER the gym. The hubs was so helpful in posing for cheesy pictures, and I loved it. We even wore matchy outfits. We are not so photogenic but we came out with some cute pictures, and Shutterfly has some templates that will hopefully make our pictures better! I'm really excited to send out Christmas cards that show us in all our coordinated outfit flory. I am so hoping these cards end up sticking to a fridge near you. When you go to sneak some leftover pumpkin pie this holiday season, our smiling faces will be greeting you warmly.<br /><br />Here are some of my favorite choices:<br /><br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shutterfly.com/img_/publishing/styleSwatches/ssc/photocard/PHOTOCARD-3-2311-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v125210402100049334.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 253px;" src="http://www.shutterfly.com/img_/publishing/styleSwatches/ssc/photocard/PHOTOCARD-3-2311-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v125210402100049334.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shutterfly.com/img_/publishing/styleSwatches/ssc/photocard/PHOTOCARD-3-4295-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v128209202100063658.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 252px;" src="http://www.shutterfly.com/img_/publishing/styleSwatches/ssc/photocard/PHOTOCARD-3-4295-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v128209202100063658.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shutterfly.com/img_/publishing/styleSwatches/ssc/photocard/PHOTOCARD-103-4174-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v1282092184000123843.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.shutterfly.com/img_/publishing/styleSwatches/ssc/photocard/PHOTOCARD-103-4174-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v1282092184000123843.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />How cute are these?<br /><br />If I were you, I'd head on over to Shutterfly and take advantage of these cute cards. <br />You can browse photo card templates <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/christmas-photo-cards">here</a>, regular Christmas cards <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/christmas-cards">here</a>, or New Year's invitations <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/new-years-cards">here</a>. <br />There are hundreds of choices, so make sure you set aside some time for browsing.domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825607784066764730noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515779905884188477.post-47318441709229066792010-11-24T09:28:00.002-05:002010-11-24T10:06:37.188-05:00A pay-offA few weeks ago, our IRT told us in a meeting that kids need to see things 5-7 times before they actually retain the information. While I know repetition is so important, this number has stuck with me since then. <br /><br />Enter my most recent "AHA" moment in teaching.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The problem</span>: The majority of my students could not figure out, from a word problem, how to divide. For example, I would give them this word problem: Maria has 36 pieces of candy. She wants to give them to 9 friends. If she gives each friend the same amount, how many pieces of candy will each friend receive?<br /><br />They had a lot of trouble figuring out the operation, and then writing the division number sentence correctly. Mostly, they would just quit when they saw a word problem. <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />The solution: </span>For 5 straight days, I gave my whole class a division word problem for morning work. They couldn't go on to the next assignment until they had correctly solved the word problem. That means that I had a conference with each individual kid every single day on their problem solving skills. Morning work has been taking forever!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The pay-off: </span>All but TWO of my kids passed the multiplication/division test last week! <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Bonus: </span>This was a two-day week, so it was not worth anything to begin a new math objective. Therefore, we gave our classes 4 pretty difficult word problems that reviewed <span style="font-style:italic;">all </span>of the math objectives we've been learning this quarter (not just division). They were all Thanksgiving themed, so it wasn't all boring :) I had an intervention teacher in my room on Monday during math, and at the end, she commented how my students were really attacking the word problems. NONE of my kids got visibly frustrated, even when they had to spend the whole period on one problem. <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />The lesson:</span> Morning work should be taking about 30 minutes, and up until this point, I've been pretty strict about this schedule. But since I decided to spend as much time as it took until they "got it", my kids were able to apply problem solving strategies to really difficult word problems, which is something they weren't willing to do before.domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825607784066764730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515779905884188477.post-20276091673433477512010-11-05T12:21:00.002-04:002010-11-05T12:35:07.168-04:00Sick dayThere's been a fatigue-inducing cold swirling around our house this week, so I'm home sick for the day. My plans for today at school were to make landforms with play-doh, use Google Earth, have a good family meeting...but colds always settle in my throat, and yesterday I just lost my voice. It's pretty tough to manage kids without a voice. That and a tummy ache were enough for me to take the day off. I'm so glad I did, although I always feel a twinge of guilt when I take the day off. But... I got to sleep for a whole 10 hours. What an amazing feeling!<br /><br />I'm just really hoping I can go out for a couple of hours tonight for Cornhuskin'! Tomorrow is a big day: the magnet fair, a friend in town for the weekend, and Meredith's birthday! Praying that I can shake this dumb cold and get back to busy-ness :)domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825607784066764730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515779905884188477.post-65770795255414722762010-10-31T15:05:00.002-04:002010-10-31T15:27:27.579-04:00A very lazy weekendI am terrible about taking pictures. Sorry guys. Maybe when I have kids, I'll have something cute to photograph. But my adventures are rarely worthy of a picture. So you just get the written synopsis.<br /><br />A recap of life lately:<br /><br />We went to the fair...twice.<br />This is THE LIST of food that we ate (together). We also always include bites of food, regardless of whether or not we bought the food ourselves. Thankful for friends that share :)<br /><br />Day 1:<br />-Hand dipped corn dogs<br />-Fried pecan pie<br />-Fried honey bun<br />-Pizza<br />-Farmer's Market biscuit<br />-Ribbon fries<br />-Red velvet candy apple<br />-Funnel cake<br />-The Krispy Kreme burger (no regrets)<br /><br />Day 2:<br />-Roasted corn<br />-Fried oreos<br />-Bloomin' onion<br />-Fried cookie dough<br />-Apple pie candy apple<br />-Kettle corn<br />-NC State ice cream<br /><br />Needless to say, we do not ride the rides. Not only are we a bit scared of things assembled in a week that hurtle you into the air, but our tummies hurt enough after all that food.<br /><br />In school, the quarter just ended. Sorry for all the assessments, kids. I'm pretty proud of myself this year-half of my conferences are already scheduled and all my grades are finished! Unfortunately, I couldn't log in to type my report cards this weekend, so I'll have to work extra hard at work this week to finish them. I also started a word work program I've been meaning to start for 2 years! FINALLY :)<br /><br />This weekend, we started off by watching Hocus Pocus with some friends (thanks, Kornegays!) Scary movies and I do not get along. I used to try to watch them with friends, but in the past couple of years I've realized that it's just not worth it for me. I am generally disturbed by trying to be entertained by evil things, not to mention the fact that I'm jumpy for days after watching a scary movie. So I'm thankful for friends that are willing to watch a old kids movie on Halloween!<br /><br />Yesterday we visited the farmer's market, ate a delicious meal from Whole Foods (and then regretted how ridiculously expensive it was) and I baked some lemon-pistachio cookies. We spent the rest of the day sleeping or lounging. Man, was it nice. <br /><br />Today, I returned to helping out in the nursery! It's been a few months since I've been in the nursery, and of course it made me have some baby fever. Thankfully, I can satisfy that with holding some super cute babies a couple of times a month :) <br /><br />I'm excited about:<br />1) my favorite unit to teach starting this week!<br />2) the holidays are right around the corner<br />3) I can wear my boots consistently.domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825607784066764730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515779905884188477.post-62334737827435214612010-10-08T20:30:00.002-04:002010-10-08T21:20:44.224-04:00Hitting a WallWell, it's October 8. I started school on August 17. I genuinely enjoy this class. Really, I do. But today, I hit a wall. Lack of sleep + tummyache this afternoon may have contributed a bit to this. Regardless, I'm thankful for a relaxing evening with the hubs. I am also so thankful that I don't have to go through these days alone. I need to be reminded that the Lord knows the day I'll have before I have it, and He's in control of even the little things. When I'm tired and weak, He is so strong.<br /><br />Today, my class made compost bags. (I drove 25 minutes to Bayleaf U.S.A., a live bait shop, to but 132 night crawlers. I met the nicest store owner in the world. He's the kind of person that would make me want to take up fishing, just so I could frequent the store.) Anyway, I took my class outside in this beautiful weather to make compost bags with huge, wiggly worms. It took my whole morning, a bust because I ran out of time for writing, and I had an awesome lesson prepared. Eek.<br /><br />I am no longer a rookie teacher. I'm a couple of years in, and I actually have files for each unit. I have gotten to the point where I'm reflecting and changing things. That part is really exciting. I like making my own decisions in the classroom as to what <span style="font-style: italic;">I </span>want to do.<br /> I've also realized I'm a big picture kind of teacher. I know where I want my students to go and what I want them to understand, but I have trouble figuring out how to get them there. So this year I've tried to make each mini-lesson extremely explicit and to informally assess more often along the way.<br />Today, this was why I hit the wall. I assessed on a couple of objectives in the past couple of days. I had my students predict what would happen to the grass in the compost bags. Half couldn't do it. We took a quiz. Most bombed. I went through an EOG prep about poetry. Near-disaster. Maybe the problem was that it was Friday, or that it was 85 degrees in my classroom, or that I assessed too early or too much. But I almost cried. We ended the day with a family meeting where I discussed:<br />1) Which problems can be solved on our own (My pencil broke. Where do I put this pushpin? Do we have homework on Friday? I found a piece of paper on the floor.)<br />2) Is what I'm saying helpful or important? (It's hot in here. Why is it so hot in here? The window's open and now it's loud.)<br />3) Hygiene. (We don't pick our noses in third grade. We wash our hands <span style="font-style: italic;">everytime </span>we use the bathroom.)<br /><br />I read one of my favorite picture books, <span style="font-style: italic;">Smoky Night </span>by Eve Bunting. I love Eve Bunting. She writes these amazing picture books that I literally would read to a high school class if I could. They delve into very deep issues, like the L.A. riots, war, immigration, and homelessness. The books <span style="font-style: italic;">always</span> end in hope, and for some of my kids, that's a big deal. The issues raised in her books are not all foreign to my students, and for some hit much closer to home that a book about a birthday party. I wish you could listen in on the discussions I have with kids. I love how it clicks when they find the symbol for hope in each book, like the bird in <span style="font-style: italic;">Fly Away Home</span> or the fish in <span style="font-style: italic;">Gleam and Glow.</span><br /><br />I also read <span style="font-style: italic;">Dreams</span> by Langston Hughes. It was pretty tough for my low-readers, but the higher readers ate it up. They really understand, as well as a third grader can, the metaphors for dreams. It was awesome to hear them talk about their goals in life.<br /><br />Again, sometimes I get too "big picture." I have to remember that they're only 8. But hearing them get really excited about something that isn't <span style="font-style: italic;">Diary of a Wimpy Kid</span> is too wonderful to pass up.<br /><br />On the home front, things are wonderful. We've been through some things recently and especially in the past couple of weeks that I thought could have driven us apart. But instead, praise the Lord, they have united us. We discovered how on the same page we were about a lot of things, and I am exceedingly grateful for that.<br /><br />Sadly, tonight we couldn't go to see my beloved Avett Brothers. Way too expensive. So we consoled ourselves with a trip to Target for some necessary odds and ends and a dinner at Wendy's. Oh, domesticity. The best part is that neither of us are upset about this. On a Friday, there's nothing better than a carefree evening of no responsibility and complete lounging.<br /><br />(And now, I am unbelievably thankful to Christie, who was fortunate enough to attend the Avett Brothers, and who just called me during one of my favorite songs ever.)<br /><br />Please listen. I hope your heart melts like mine does. It makes me want to go back in time and change the month of my wedding.<br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W4dtodbhNys?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W4dtodbhNys?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825607784066764730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515779905884188477.post-42507056264948801932010-09-18T08:22:00.005-04:002010-09-18T08:54:37.354-04:00Recent outings and readings and and and.<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LLxm7PQTev4/TJSyUI9wrTI/AAAAAAAAAW8/hBYHG0AtZuc/s1600/rose+garden.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LLxm7PQTev4/TJSyUI9wrTI/AAAAAAAAAW8/hBYHG0AtZuc/s320/rose+garden.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518231502509354290" border="0" /></a>Our date to the Rose Garden on Labor Day. Sometimes when I take pictures, I cut off the top of Joel's head.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LLxm7PQTev4/TJSyTzgdh1I/AAAAAAAAAW0/St8-Zwl21kE/s1600/photo%285%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LLxm7PQTev4/TJSyTzgdh1I/AAAAAAAAAW0/St8-Zwl21kE/s320/photo%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518231496749320018" border="0" /></a>Somebody's been working out.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LLxm7PQTev4/TJSyThRiXwI/AAAAAAAAAWs/53bA89j8z98/s1600/photo%284%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LLxm7PQTev4/TJSyThRiXwI/AAAAAAAAAWs/53bA89j8z98/s320/photo%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518231491854884610" border="0" /></a>Cheesin'.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LLxm7PQTev4/TJSyTPXoXpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/LeMNTgve5T0/s1600/photo+2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LLxm7PQTev4/TJSyTPXoXpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/LeMNTgve5T0/s320/photo+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518231487048605330" border="0" /></a>Date night at Caribou. My stack of professional literature is growing exponentially.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LLxm7PQTev4/TJSySyiSRfI/AAAAAAAAAWc/IbZAVET7jEE/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LLxm7PQTev4/TJSySyiSRfI/AAAAAAAAAWc/IbZAVET7jEE/s320/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518231479308666354" border="0" /></a>Deep in thought...maybe about NC State football?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I am aware that it has been 1 million years since I have updated. I actually don't use a computer at home during the week at all, and when I take my computer home on the weekend, I only use it on Saturday mornings.<br /><br />School is going really well. It didn't take long for me to fall in love with this class. I am finding myself a little overwhelmed with the stack of books I have chosen to read...Writer's Workshop books, Reader's Workshop books, assessment guides. Sometimes I forget that there are only 24 hours in the day. I've decided to save my novels for the beach.<br /><br />Currently, I'm really excited for fall. Apples, pumpkins, boots, fall leaves, ....be still my beating heart. To celebrate, last week my class worked with a super cute poem about fall, and we're all wearing plaid on Tuesday. I figured that was a weird/fun way to celebrate autumn's arrival. Friday, we're going to have our first writing celebration as we publish How-Tos, and I'm pretty excited about the scrabble edition Cheez-its for snack. So cute.<br /><br />I think it's time to go shopping for fall today. I'll let you know.<br /></div></div><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.png" alt="" />domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825607784066764730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515779905884188477.post-11414315021731923272010-08-29T20:30:00.002-04:002010-08-29T20:43:23.656-04:00weekend notesNothing special, just a restful weekend.<br /><br />I made pizza for my parents yesterday. Thanks, Martha Stewart. Lately, my dinners have been so-so. I have realized that I am not a good cook. I can bake, but I'm really not a great cook. The hubs has lovingly started cooking, taking some work off of my hands. His food is a-ma-zing. His secret: fat. He is willing to deep fry things and smother them in butter, and he chooses thinks like pork chops and steak rather than lean turkey and chicken. I close my eyes to pretend that the food is healthy. I refuse to believe the calories count when your husband makes dinner.<br /><br />Thankfully, my husband is also a fabulous personal trainer, so we headed off to the gym after lunch. I am never excited about going to the gym, but since we've been working out fairly consistently for the past few months, I can see some great changes. I feel a lot healthier, and it's helping our marriage because we're interested in this together.<br /><br />Today, I think my body realized the Lord set aside this day to be a day of rest. I am completely exhausted. I barely woke up for church, and have had zero energy all day.<br /><br />Our pastor included a story of a teacher who specially touched a student's life, a boy who had lost his mother to cancer. I realize the story was one often included in email forwards, but I could not help the waterworks. I love a good teacher story. I've seen all the movies. It doesn't matter how cheesy the plot is, how terrible the acting, how predictable the ending: if it's an inspirational tale of a teacher reaching out to her students, I will cry. Every. Single. Time.<br /><br />It's 8:42. I'm going to bed.domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825607784066764730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515779905884188477.post-2410313680727466752010-08-27T18:54:00.005-04:002010-08-27T19:46:57.373-04:00Happy first week of school!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LLxm7PQTev4/THhLWqUTy4I/AAAAAAAAAWE/NbOqgOxYjH0/s1600/class+8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LLxm7PQTev4/THhLWqUTy4I/AAAAAAAAAWE/NbOqgOxYjH0/s320/class+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510236996776479618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LLxm7PQTev4/THhLWbtDLVI/AAAAAAAAAV8/nNyvm-MVWXI/s1600/class+7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LLxm7PQTev4/THhLWbtDLVI/AAAAAAAAAV8/nNyvm-MVWXI/s320/class+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510236992853716306" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LLxm7PQTev4/THhLWG8LMbI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Y0EWSnvL3tU/s1600/class+6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LLxm7PQTev4/THhLWG8LMbI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Y0EWSnvL3tU/s320/class+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510236987280011698" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LLxm7PQTev4/THhLGSDLq0I/AAAAAAAAAVs/GfkzaQRIW90/s1600/class+5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LLxm7PQTev4/THhLGSDLq0I/AAAAAAAAAVs/GfkzaQRIW90/s320/class+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510236715384286018" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LLxm7PQTev4/THhLGO6_NzI/AAAAAAAAAVk/SHPQAYI7LTg/s1600/class+4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LLxm7PQTev4/THhLGO6_NzI/AAAAAAAAAVk/SHPQAYI7LTg/s320/class+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510236714544609074" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LLxm7PQTev4/THhLF8kBqUI/AAAAAAAAAVc/DRGAHCn0R1w/s1600/class+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LLxm7PQTev4/THhLF8kBqUI/AAAAAAAAAVc/DRGAHCn0R1w/s320/class+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510236709616462146" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LLxm7PQTev4/THhLFFaQ89I/AAAAAAAAAVM/hWpe9IIIBwA/s1600/class1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LLxm7PQTev4/THhLFFaQ89I/AAAAAAAAAVM/hWpe9IIIBwA/s320/class1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510236694811571154" border="0" /></a><br />I have never been pregnant, but I am comparing the first week of school to preparing for the baby and then taking care of him. I spent so much of August working on school stuff, and when August 25 rolled around, I realized the work had just begun.<br /><br />The difficult part about the first day of school is the fact that my third graders come in, for all intents and purposes, as second graders. And second graders who have had two months off. I just forget, is all. I forget that they need to be taught how to sharpen a pencil, and where to keep their markers, and to wash their hands <span style="font-style: italic;">each time</span> they go to the bathroom. I forget that they don't know me, they don't think I'm funny, they are terrified of third grade, and they are definitely not independent students.<br /><br />I also really miss my kids from last year. I knew them so well, and when they come back to hug me before they head on to the big fourth grade, my heart just melts.<br /><br />I'll be honest, it's hard to like this new group of kids on the first day.<br /><br />Day two is a little easier. I've introduced all of my procedures, but they don't remember a single one. I spend a lot of our morning repeating instructions. Over and over. "Please remember to raise your hand." "Remember, your homework folder goes in your bookbag at the end of each day." "We're quiet in the hallway, don't forget!"<br /><br />Of course, I forgot to turn in those forms to the office...<span style="font-style: italic;">again.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span>But today, today was different.<br /><br />Today, I started teaching. I got into some actual content. I set up my reader's and writer's workshop. They worked on some real math. I did running records. I finally got my head above water, and during my planning period, I read through the surveys I had parents fill out during Open House.<br /><br />I loved their answers. Reading through the responses, I was reminded how special these little guys are to their moms and dads. I loved hearing what they're interested in, and how parents ask me to deal with discipline issues ("no dessert works!"). "We're big goofs at home." "He's very close to his family."<br /><br />Yesterday, we drafted a "Promise to Each Other." It's a little cheesy, but straight out of Debbie Miller's <span style="font-style: italic;">Reading with Meaning, </span>and she's pretty much amazing.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LLxm7PQTev4/THhL27CET0I/AAAAAAAAAWU/D0rKwafdMlM/s1600/promise.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LLxm7PQTev4/THhL27CET0I/AAAAAAAAAWU/D0rKwafdMlM/s320/promise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510237551019183938" border="0" /></a>This morning, I woke up early to get vanilla wafers and animal crackers. I got to school early, cut some butcher paper and taped a border around the paper. Before lunch, we had a "signing ceremony." I played Jack Johnson's "With My Own Two Hands" and we snacked while the kids went up, one at a time. Later, I almost fell on my face, standing on a table to tack the promise on the wall.<br /><br />At the end of the day, we had our first family meeting. They complimented each other, wrestled when I turned my back, and danced to our pack- up song at the end of the day.<br /><br />All in all, a great first week.<br /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.png" alt="" />domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825607784066764730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515779905884188477.post-56019847127561953932010-08-15T10:23:00.002-04:002010-08-15T10:32:17.884-04:00Need grocery help!I know so many of you are coupon masters! I talked with a good friend yesterday (Thanks Mary Kate) and am so inspired again to figure out this grocery thing. The thought of being able to save hundreds is so exciting...but I'm really unsure with how to get started.<br />Here are my concerns:<br />1) Does anyone have a coupon for the Sunday paper? Or do you know how I can find one?<br />2) Do you shop at one grocery store a week? I doubt I have time to shop at more than Target and one other store...I definitely don't want to store hop!<br />3) Do you still eat healthy foods?<br />4) How long did it take you to really start saving money?<br />5) How did you organize all your coupons? And where do you get them?<br /><br />Please help!!domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825607784066764730noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515779905884188477.post-89734874701255806772010-08-11T21:32:00.003-04:002010-08-11T22:01:17.951-04:00Here are things from tonight:1) I made a terrible dinner. Really and truly, it was awful. It was good to start with but then I had to let it sit for an hour until the hubs came home, and in that time it turned to mushy yuckiness and not delicious stir fry. But do not fear! I made triple chocolate cookies and Joel ate no less that FIVE donuts. He works out a lot.<br /><br />2) I've been going to the gym with him a few times a week. Because of these ridiculous things called dead lifts, my back is desperate for pillows. I am not injured. Just lacking in muscle tone.<br /><br />3) I am starting to get a little bored. This is wonderful news because it means I am ready for school! I made curtains for my classroom that have super cute polka dots.<br /><br />4) I am enjoying the following qualities in my husband from the past week:<br />-He killed bugs even when I was much closer or he was very tired. I never had to go near them. I could stand on the couch and point and it was just fine with him.<br />-He did not make me feel bad about my crappy dinner. In fact, he ate it all. That's love.<br />-He helped me with so many classroom things and even let me talk to him about boring classroom curtains.<br />-He always makes time to go to the lake with me to "run," even though most of the time we end up talking and walking instead (per my request).<br />-He has turned out to be a much better cook than I am. Great, 'cause I'm not an Iron Chef.<br />-He is a great hugger.<br />-He will always discuss things like our school system and NPR programs and he'll listen to Radiolab with me, but also, we've watched a ton of Simpsons episodes.<br />-He always reaches for my hand in public.<br /><br />5) Back to other random things. I love Radiolab. Have I mentioned that? It's a science program on NPR that makes me extremely happy. You should look it up right now. Also, I love the Big Bang Theory. I don't understand half of what they talk about, but it is about the nerdiest, most hilarious sitcom on right now. Netflix it now.<br /><br />6) I got to spend the day with Laura and her babies and Erin. And Laura, you are such a good mommy. I am floored. And I am just in love with those girls.<br /><br />end.domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825607784066764730noreply@blogger.com2