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Labor Day Hodgepodge

Hey, hey, hey!  It’s time for the Hodgepodge!

Joyce, you rock!  Thanks for all you do to keep this fun meme going each week!  Now, on to the questions!

1.  Do you think the world became a more dangerous place on September 11, 2001, or did we just become more aware of the danger?  How has your own life changed as a result of that day?

Oh my…loaded question, Joyce!

I do not think think the world became a more dangerous place on 9-11.  I think that this was the first major event of its magnitude to hit this side of the world.  This kind of violence had been occurring for centuries.  However, I think that once the terrorists saw that they could penetrate America’s defenses, it made us more vulnerable.  That is what was so dangerous about that day.

I’m not sure how much my life has changed since that day.  It’s a difficult thing to measure.  I think I grew to realize just how quickly life can be extinguished and how heroes are born of adversity (think of United 93).  I think that I became a lot less naive that day.

Since that day, I have learned a lot more about Middle Eastern people.  I never knew, on that day, that I would one day work with and teach people of Arab descent.  These were some of the kindest and warmest people I’ve ever known.  Ultimately, I learned that you can’t take things at face value and accept others’ assumptions.

Ultimately, my eyes were opened, and I now view the world with glasses that are a little less rose-colored.  It’s a shame in some ways and enlightening in others.

2.  Did you think your parents were too strict when you were growing up?  How about in hindsight?

My mom was strict in ways she should not have been and not strict enough in other areas.  I knew that back then, and I know that in hindsight.  I was, for the most part, a good girl.  I made straight A’s and never got in trouble at school.  I was once grounded for a year for staying too long at a friend’s house after a sleepover.  I was not allowed to sleep over at anyone’s house that entire next year.  Overkill?  You betcha.

3.  Share one random but candid fact about yourself?

Really Joyce?  I share random candid facts about myself daily!!

Ok…here’s something.  I rarely eat three meals a day.  I usually only eat one.  I don’t snack often either.  For the record, I’m quite content with that and simply not that hungry most of the time.

4.  Would your nearest and dearest describe you as simple or far too complicated.

Oh, by far, I am a simple one.

As one of my students told me last week, PSYCH!!

The Mr. made a comment about something yesterday evening, and I went a little LOCO on him.

Yeah.  I’m a bit complicated at times…especially if I haven’t knit in a while.  For the record, I haven’t knit in almost three weeks.  This is not good.

5.  What is your favorite stadium or carnival food?

I love boiled peanuts!  They must be done in the South, though.  Nobody makes boiled peanuts like Southerners!

6.  Tornado, hurricane, earthquake…how many of these natural disasters have you experienced?  Which event do you think would be the scariest?

Gee, thanks Joyce.  I’m typing this a few minutes before I head to bed, and now I’m going to have nightmares.

I’m not kidding either.

I’ve been through many a hurricane.  Hurricanes are fascinating storms.  I haven’t experienced a tornado directly; however, when Hurricane Katrina came through, I was on the dirty side…which meant loads of tornadoes around town.  The uncertainty of tornadoes frightens me the most.  I have recurring nightmares about these storms.  I’ve never been through an earthquake.

7.  Labor Day weekend is approaching, so a work-related question seems appropriate.  Growing up, did your parents assign you regular chores?  Were you paid for doing these chores?  If you’re a parent, do you assign chores to your own children?  Why or why not?

Did I have chores?  Ha!  The Mr. could not even count the number of times he had to wait until I finished my chores.  I lived in an old-style plantation home, so there were always lots of things that had to be done…loads of dusting, vacuuming, washing floors…you name it!!  I was the oldest, and I got stuck doing so much work!  My least favorite chore was the ironing, which I don’t do anymore.  My stepdad had been a Navy guy, so I had to iron EVERYTHING, including undershirts.  I hated washing day. I did get paid…$3 per week…not nearly enough, if you ask me.

As a mom, I have assigned chores for my own children.  When they were very young, I attended a parenting seminar that advised parents to require chores as a way of being part of a family and pitching in.  I got serious about the chore assignments when I worked part time during the summer and the kids were home alone (don’t judge…they were old enough, and I was less than a half a mile away).  I needed to keep my kids busy!  They washed, dried, and put away dishes, swept, dusted, scooped dog poop, and washed and dried clothes.  Because the kids fought over who had done what, I created a spreadsheet that they signed off on each day.  I never paid my children to do chores.  I gave them allowances that were separate from the chores.  If they didn’t do their chores, they didn’t get to play with their friends or watch TV.

8.  My Random Thought

I’m midway through my second week of the new school year.  The kids have loosened up, and I have toughened up.  I’m starting to think there’s wisdom in the advice I either read somewhere or that someone shared with me:  “Never smile the first month of school.”

Huh?  I can’t help it!  I love these students.

But alas, I smiled…a lot that first week.

My third period class took advantage of my smiling self and tried to run rough-shod over me.

On Monday morning, they met with a new me…a tougher me.

I’ve gotta whip them into shape so they won’t distract each other during class!!  Wish me luck.  Or rather, maybe you should be wishing THEM luck!!  😀

VIP Treatment – Day 2 – Part 2

After Family Force 5 performed and a short break had ensued, concert goers were treated to another popular band…

Switchfoot!!!

Doesn’t he look like Keith Urban?  The girls screamed like crazy.  Heck, I think I heard a few guys screaming too.  😀

Every band must have a guitar player or two…

It doesn’t hurt to have singing and guitar picking talents…

The lead singer, Jon Foreman, really worked the crowd, praising the Lord in song…

Jon “borrowed” a pair of sunglasses from an audience member…

What a likeable guy he was!

It was hard to say goodbye to the band…

But, goodbye is what we said and then we waited…

And waited…

And waited.

A solid 45 minutes later and after much instrument tuning, the next act was ready.

It was Toby Mac!!!!

Rooster has been listening to this group for a number of years, and I like the music the group produces as well.

What stood out to Rooster and me was the fun the group had during the performance.  Watching them enjoy themselves helped us to enjoy ourselves that much more.

The energy this group put forth during the show was, quite simply, incredible.  They never stopped moving!!!

The sheer talent of each group member once again humbled me.  I sure wish I had their music-making abilities!!  (Of course, I’m sure they wish they had my mad knitting skillz!!)

I loved watching the DJ do his thing…

Look at the way these guys interacted with each other.

During the show, the guys went into the audience and set up a jam session right there in the middle of the crowd…

When one of the singer’s earpieces stopped working properly, the music shut down.  It was an interesting moment.

Like the true professionals that they are, the group improvised by adjusting their set, relying less on some of the big equipment and more on raw music, if that makes sense.  It was so neat to witness this.

Toby Mac read scripture to us.

Betcha won’t hear that at a Not-a-Lady-Gag-Gag concert!!

As the jam session was winding down, one of the singers made his way back to the stage, pausing to either sing or test out his equipment…I’m not sure which.  I don’t think anyone really knew he was there!  He was within arm’s reach of me!!!

Toby Mac followed a minute or two later…flanked by his beefy security guard…

When the group got back together on stage, they played one more long series of songs…

The group said its goodbyes, but was it really goodbye for the night??

No!  We were treated to an encore!!

The group had been fantastic and the crowd expressed its appreciation with loud applause.

The weekend had been one of much praise.  Ultimately, the purpose had been to give glory to the Lord for His goodness and mercy in sending Jesus to die for our sins.

The Word had been preached, both directly from the Bible and indirectly through clean lyrics and songs of praise.

I love the last picture…both singer and crowd goer giving credit where credit was due…

Sure, I felt like a VIP last weekend, but the most important person who ever walked the earth is the same person who died for my sins.

VIP Treatment – Day 2 – Part 1

I’m going to break Day 2 of my VIP treatment into two posts because, quite honestly, I don’t want you to pass out at the sheer volume of pictures I want to share.

I drove to the venue early Saturday afternoon, eager to see the lineup of groups.  Rooster didn’t arrive until the third group performed, so I was by myself for a couple of hours.

The first performer was Jamie Grace…

What a cutie!  Her voice sounds a lot like Macy Gray’s.  You’ve probably heard this song before…

Next up was Peter Furler…

What a great singer!  If you don’t recognize his name, maybe you’ll recognize this song, which he performed on Saturday…

Here are a few other pictures of the band…

Don’t you just love the drummer’s do?

It was over before we knew it!  BTW, that’s his wife standing to his right.  She plays the keyboard.

While we waited for the next group to fine tune its instruments and set up the stage, the crowd grew.

Rooster slipped to my side just as the band began to play.

It was Family Force 5!!!

Can I tell you a little secret?

I had never heard of this group before Saturday.  In fact, I’d never listened to a single one of its songs.

I wish y’all could have seen the teenagers who pressed in closer to the stage.  EVERYONE was jumping in the air…including us old folks…keeping time to the words being pelted out by the green gloved young man…

These guys were like energizer bunnies…they never stopped moving!

Every performer had his specialty…

The next series of photos captures a unique drum/synthesizer.  Notice how the buttons/pads light up as the band member hits them…

These guys were very talented.  I was amazed as I watched them switch instruments and seemed to play effortlessly.

These guys were showmen to the fullest, giving the crowd a GREAT experience!

There was a LOT of dancing going on, let me tell you!

Question for you…have you ever heard the song titled Wobble?  Neither had I…until Saturday…

What a cute song and perfect for even young children!

Of course, the group had to show us older folks how to do it…

I’m not ashamed to admit that I tried to Wobble as well.  I couldn’t quite get the hang of wrapping my arms around myself as my legs criss-crossed, but heck.  It didn’t matter.  I was having fun.

The group finished its set and left the stage.

We weren’t fooled.

They came back for an encore…

Yeah…the balloons were…strange…to say the least.  I wonder what my students would say if I walked into class sporting one of those things…

After the band finished its encore performance, it was time for a break.

I headed back to the potty I blogged about yesterday (porta potty on steroids), grabbed a plate of food on the way back, and sat down to rest.

There were two very BIG acts still to come…

(to be continued…)

The VIP Treatment

A week ago, one of my local radio stations had daily brainteaser contests.  The winning callers received two tickets for each of two days of Christian concerts that would be occurring over the weekend.

I was determined to win tickets.  I wanted to see the bands that were going to be featured…my memories from last summer’s concerts fresh on my mind.

Long story short, I won, being the brainiac that I am.  No.  Scratch that.  I’d have to credit the Lord for the tickets.  I’m not really all that smart and had a bit of luck on my side.  Either way, I won, and I was happy.

I was thrilled and picked up my tickets on Friday.  Well, I was shocked when the guy at the radio station told me that I didn’t need to take chairs because there would be chairs already set up in the VIP section.

Oh my goodness!

I had planned to take Rooster to the concerts with me; however, Dancing Girl was having her 16th birthday party on Friday night, and he had already planned to go.

I called up my friend, Jane, who I taught with last year, and she agreed to be my date for the evening.

Now, you guys have to first understand that Jane is 61 years old.  Don’t let her age fool you, though.  She’s not your typical 61 year old.

Nope.

Jane is way cool and has more energy than most 20-something-year-olds.

I was thrilled to get to spend the evening with her because our schedules are going to be busy this year, and we’re not going to get to see each other as often.

As we drove to the venue, we saw a sign that said, “VIP Parking.”

“Nathalie, do you have VIP parking?” she asked.

“I don’t know, but I have VIP tickets.  Let’s try,” I said.

Turns out that the tickets got us to the good parking spots as well.

It was our first taste of the VIP treatment, and we were as giddy as children with candy.

We went in our own special entrance and had special bracelets put on our arms…

We were also given tickets for free drinks (not alcoholic, mind you…this was a Christian concert series).

We found the gated off section and saw white chairs set up in rows.  We found seats in the fifth row.

Can you say happy?  We got a gal to take our photo, which I’m planning on having framed.  Jane is such a dear friend to me.

We chatted until the first band began to play…PETRA!!

I don’t know how familiar you are with Christian music, so I feel that I must explain that Petra has been around for forty years.  Their music has the feel of heavy metal.  At the time they began playing oh so many years ago, most Christian music fell into the genre of Gospel.  Petra helped revolutionize and popularize Christian music.

I am quite proud of the little camera I own.  It takes GREAT pictures, as you probably know by now.  This post is going to be picture-heavy, so be forewarned.  I just couldn’t decide which pictures to omit.

Here are some snapshots I got of Petra…

The guy in the next picture stirred Jane’s heart.  I think she liked his long hair, and I chuckled as she told me he was cute…

I don’t want to leave out any of the band members.  This guy was awesome!

They performed a GREAT show and took their bows at the end…

We had to wait a bit between acts so the next act could set up the stage according to its preferences.  There was a screen hung up on one side of the stage, and Christian short films were shown.

I, however, had to go potty.  I was not happy at the thought; however, when nature calls, you answer.  So, I went looking for the restroom and was dismayed to discover that I would have to use a porta potty.

Folks, I am a soccer mom who has loathed porta potties for many years.  I refused to use them unless it was early the first morning of the tournament…when my hiney was the first to sit on the nasty seat and the potty cubical wasn’t stinky.

Here’s what I saw as I approached…

I was a little curious because I’d never seen a potty that large.  Usually these things are closets.  I was not expecting much when I walked in.

Let me tell you…I was shocked when I opened the door…

The first thing I noticed was the smell.  It was…get this…PLEASANT.  No pee smell to stick on my body after leaving.  On no sir.

There were four…yes FOUR…bathroom stalls in this trailer.  Every stall had toilet paper, and the toilets flushed!!!

The sinks…yes, there were two…had HOT and cold water…and soap!!  AND, there were paper towels too!!!!

Being a VIP was FUN, let me tell you.

On the way back to my seat, I had to walk under a tent set up with tables and chairs.  I saw a long banquet table set up with food, and a couple of people were filling up their plates.

Curious, I asked if the food was for workers of the concert or for patrons.

Get this…it was for VIP guests, of which I was one of.

JACKPOT!

There were various types of meat, but there were also vegetables!!!!  SCORE!

Jane had been keeping watch over our seats, so when I returned, I just had to share our good fortune, urging her to go pee and check things out.  I also told her to grab herself a plate of food on the way back.  Her eyes got big.

Yep, that’s me…good friend that I am.

Jane came back raving over the toilet trailer.

We were living the high life in Podunk, USA.

Good times indeed!

But, I digress.  Back to the concert stuff.

Next up was Matthew West…

This guy’s music was much easier on the ears, and I quickly realized that I was familiar with his songs, having heard them on the radio and sung them in church.  His band was FANTASTIC!

What impressed me about Matthew was the way he connected with the audience.  At one point, he went into the audience and found a guy he nicknamed “The Rickster.”  Apparently, this guy had not been singing the La La La La La lyrics, and Matthew had busted him…

He gave The Rickster his own solo, and the guy, bless his heart, was a good sport and sang into the microphone.  It was priceless!

Here are a few more pictures of Matthew, who sang songs from a new album that is about to be released.

Last up for the night was Third Day!!!  Oh my gosh, but the crowd had increased exponentially.  Jane was pumped.  Third Day is her favorite Christian group, and she owns all of the band’s CDs.  She started singing as the lead singer began…

So, what is up with lead singers and long hair?  Must go with the territory, eh?  Oh, I’m not complaining…just making an observation…

I took TONS of pictures that I think really captured the fun and mood of Third Day’s session…

It’s so easy to understand, when you see this band in concert, why it is so popular.  The lyrics sung are powerful, and the voices are deep and rich.  God has blessed these guys and continues to bless people through the music they play.

The next series of pictures show you the keyboard player.  Look at the fun this guy was having…

And here are more pictures…random…of Third Day…

Check out this guy’s guitar…silver!!

I just love the next picture…raising his hands to Jesus in praise…

I have such respect for those whom God granted the gift of music to…

I think the next series of pictures are neat, given the red/pink background…totally unplanned…

The band came out for an encore, and we were treated to one more song…

And then it was time to go…for real this time…

I was exhausted when the evening was over, and my ears were not working very well.  Still, Jane and I laughed and chatted the entire way back to my car and during the ride back to her apartment where I dropped her off.

I felt incredibly blessed and, truth be told, a little special.  The VIP treatment was just what I needed.

The best part?  There was another day of concerts coming up.  I could not wait!

It Begins With the Relationship

My first week of the new school year is over, and I have to say that I learned a BIG lesson…teaching begins with the relationships you build with students.

The reading team had decided to focus on relationship-building exercises to help everyone…teachers and students alike…get to know each other and develop bonds.

I’ll admit that I was a bit skeptical of doing so many of these activities.  It felt almost as if I was treating my students like they were in elementary school.

However, I kept going back to something my friend, Barbara (otherwise known as Teacher Extraordinaire), said to me once.  She told me that kids are kids, no matter where they are…no matter which school they attend.  Kids need to know they are loved.

I am teaching a completely different group of kids this year.  They are different in almost every way imaginable.  They have unique needs as well.

The one common thing about them is that they desire acceptance.

This week, I saw eyes light up as connections were made.

The manner in which some of these connections were made have been…um…interesting…to say the least.

You’re just going to have to trust me on this.

I’ve already heard some difficult things from my students as they’ve shared some details of their lives.

The building of relationships creates trust, and that is something my students, in particular, need desperately.

I still have a lot to learn…how to complete and process the various forms my district requires…how to dial out on my classroom phone (this is embarrassing, but the whole school is having problems learning about the new phone system’s quirks).

One thing that I feel very equipped to handle, though, is the relationship part of my vocation.

These kids have no idea that I’ve prayed for them ever since I found out I would be teaching them.  They don’t know that I love them with a fierce protectiveness that is difficult to put into words.

Building relationships is the first step on this journey.

It’s going to be an interesting and exciting adventure!

Hodgepodge With Heat

It’s time for Joyce’s Wednesday Hodgepodge!  I really like the questions this week.  They’re not too deep but a lot of fun!

You know the drill…post the answers on your own blog, link up on Joyce‘s, and make new bloggy friends by perusing the links on her post.

Here we go…

1.  What is something that bothers you if it’s not done perfectly?

French manicures, plain and simple.  I am very particular about nail work, and I’m telling you, there is a fine art to doing a good French manicure.  You can’t do the white part too thick, and the line across HAS to be straight.

Yes, I am a wee bit anal.

2.  Do you think a sixth sense exists?  Explain.

I do believe in some sort of sixth sense, like when you “know” that something is about to happen.  It’s that sense of deja vu.  I attribute it to God’s Holy Spirit impressing Himself on our hearts with warnings or whatnot.

3.  Do you say your goodbyes slowly, quickly, or not at all?

It depends on who I’m saying goodbye to.  With Chicky, the process is long and drawn out.  Other situations are quick…such as when I’m saying goodbye at a work place.  In such situations, I am usually ready to cut my ties.  That’s not to say that I’m rude…I’m just ready to move on.

4.  On a scale of 1-10, with 10 being hot, hot, hot, what level of spice do you like in your food?  What’s your favorite spicy dish?

I like my food to be hot, so I’ll go with a ten.  My most recent favorite spicy dish is the Black Bean Soup that I make.  The peppers give the soup a kick that is just right.

5.  What is one of your all-time favorite commercial jingles?

Hmmm…a bit of a tough question.  How about the Kit Kat commercial…”Give me a break, give me a break.  I wanna break a piece of that Kit Kat bar.”  It’s short and catchy.

6.  Plane, train, boat, or auto…what is your preferred means of travel?

I don’t mind traveling by car…if I’m the passenger, but I’ve gotta say that after our flights to and from Seattle (en route to our Alaskan cruise), I’d have to give travel by plane two thumbs up.

7.  What is something you take for granted?

I think I take my sight for granted.  This hits close to home right now…especially after a blind student walked into my classroom on Monday.  As I have sat, coming up with adjustments in my lesson plans, I am coming to realize that I live in a world that is geared for people who have their full eyesight available to them.  I cannot imagine going through life being unable to watch the beautiful petals of a sunflower as they open up or monitor the progress of the sun as it sets over the beach.  Even the fact that I can pick up and read a book, magazine, or some other printed item strikes me these days.  This is something that has humbled me.

8.  My Random Thought

I am going to share my Facebook status from yesterday afternoon:

“I must be having a good hair day.  Some guy in a truck rolled down his window and blew me a kiss.”

I am not kidding.

Apparently my straightener and self-applied blonde coloring from a tube had worked their magic, transforming me into a Jennifer Anniston wannabe (I wish).

Either that or the guy needs glasses.

For the record, I did not blow a kiss back.  Although I was wearing my sassy shoes, I wasn’t feeling THAT sassy.  😀

My Second First Day of Teaching

Yesterday was my second first day of teaching.  In other words, it was the first day of my second year…special for a number of reasons.

First, I am finally working in the public school system that I’d been trying to get into for two years.

Second, I began working with a great group of teachers and mentors.

Third, I had three classes full of ninth grade students.

There is something precious about ninth graders.  They are a wee bit scared because they’re entering larger schools full of older kids from all over town.

They need patient, loving, and firm teachers who don’t mind the glassy-eyed stares and zombie looks that accompany these kids into class.

I think I fit the bill quite nicely, thank you very much.

I had spent a couple of hours in my classroom on Sunday putting the finishing touches on my room and my lesson plans.

I took pictures of the finished product so you could see…

I’m really proud of how the doors on my back cabinet turned out.  The second coat of paint made a huge difference!

The first day of school for most teachers, no matter how many years of experience, brings with it some anxiety and excitement.  We want things to go smoothly, and we are naturally curious about the students who will be walking through our doors.

Such was the case with me…even more so because I would be going from having a total of 26 students last year to over 60 this year.

I needn’t have worried.

I fell in love with my students.

Each class has its collective personality, and I marveled at how different all three of my classes were.

My first period class has mostly males in it.  They are a trip, let me tell you.

Planning is second…my time to prepare for the next class and try to get caught up on school email and other items on my large to-do list.

Third period consists of 25 kids, but this is the class before lunch, so everyone tends to be lethargic.  I am going to combat this by allowing my students to bring food with them to class.

I know, I know.  Messes in the making, eh?  Well, I am letting down my hair and have implemented the consequence that if there is any trash not put away at the end of class, that class will lose the food/drink (water only) privilege for one week.  Holding each other accountable should make my classes cohesive.

Lunch is next, and I ran errands to the office, stopped by the teacher’s lounge briefly, and then returned to my classroom to prepare for fourth period, which consisted of sixteen students…all but three of them female.

This is a chatty group, but once again, their personalities sucked me in.

I’ll admit that my summer of being a slug had been fun.  I’d been so stressed for so long that I needed that time to recuperate.

However, my students’ return to class today reminded me of how invigorating and energizing this teaching profession is.

It is always changing.  No two class periods run exactly the same because of the unpredictable human factor.

Teenagers have so much inside of them…so many emotions and emerging thoughts just waiting to burst forth on the scene, if given the opportunity.

My second first day of teaching superseded all of my expectations.

I am ready for day two.

The Last First Day

Dear Rooster,

I wanted to take a moment to say a few words on this, your last first day of high school.

I cannot believe that you are about to embark on your final few months of school.  It seems like David Copperfield has pulled one of his magic tricks on me, because I could have sworn that the last time I looked, you were five years old, four feet nothing, and about to start kindergarten at Big City Elementary School.

That day was difficult for me.  I had been used to you hanging out with me…running errands and eating lunch together.

You were my buddy.

On that first day of kindergarten, I could not stay in the house by myself…especially not at lunch time.

Instead, I made my way to TCBY and blubbered out the fact that my baby had just started school.

The gal sympathetically handed my Reese’s-laden frozen yogurt over the counter with a sad smile on her face.

Sigh.

My how things change.

Today, you tower over me at nearly six feet tall, and instead of me being the person to take you for ice cream after school, you now sit in the drivers seat.  Heck, instead of walking you to school, you are driving yourself.  What is up with that?

Dude, I can’t even begin to tell you how proud I am of you.

As you enter school this morning, finally at the top of the pecking order, make sure that you walk in proud…proud of what it’s taken to bring you to this precipice.

It’s going to be a great Fall.  I can’t wait to see you in your band uniform and watch you play during the final football games and band competitions of your high school career.

I love you more than you know, and I am honored to have been by your side these last thirteen years of school.

Love,

Mama

Showered With Love

You might remember the Tree of Life Afghan that I made when Kat and Tyler got married a year and a half ago…

As the saying goes, “First comes love, then comes marriage.  Then comes baby in the baby carriage.”

Yes, this lovely couple is having a baby!  Yesterday, I attended their baby shower…

I was eager for Kat to open her gift because, despite my hectic schedule this past Spring, I had been busy.

You see, simply running to Target would have been way too easy for me.

Oh no…I always have to put a special touch on my gifts, and this special occasion was no exception…

This is the Patchwork Pleaser blanket.  I used a little over half of a Pound of Love yarn (Lion Brand) in Antique White on size 11 needles.

I liked the pattern because it looked a bit vintage and reminded me of the afghan I had made as a wedding present.

I worked five complete repeats and ended with one final row.  This blanket really was a piece of cake to knit.  I began working on it between two of my EPI terms, and worked on it sporadically, finishing it up a month later.

I wasn’t done with my baby knitting, though.  After all, this couple is expecting a girl, so I bought a skein of Bernat Baby Jacquards in Orange Blossom and began working on the Ruffle Hat, a free pattern that I’ve made before…

I love, love, love the way this yarn knits up…self-patterning as the project gets larger…

The hat only took about 1/3 of a skein of yarn.  I knit it on size 6 needles, and it only took me two days to finish…

I always like to model my projects, so I grabbed some stuffed animals out of Chicky’s closet and went to town…

Can you believe that EPI was going strong, but I still wasn’t satisfied with the gift?  Of course you can.  I am, after all, AuburnChick…overachiever extraordinaire.  Besides, I knew there would eventually be a shower, so I was trying to get ahead…have stuff ready.

So, I searched and searched for one more pattern before settling on the Mary Jane Booties, another free pattern…

Oh my word, but these are just too cute…itsy bitsy and perfect for a precious little baby girl…

I used the same skein of Baby Jacquards…being so anal that I believe I measured the yarn to make sure the color scheme would match on both shoes…

I used size 3 needles and about 35 yards of yarn.  The buttons came from Joann’s.

What I liked about this pattern is that it was knit as one piece.  I did have to seam up the bottom, but I found these instructions, and seaming just seemed to click for me.

I was quite pleased with the hat/bootie set when it was completed…

Baby J is due in a couple of weeks.  It’s safe to say that she, along with her parents, will continue to be showered with love for years to come.

Another Planning Day Behind Me

Today was filled with many activities, including a faculty breakfast.

The school’s band marched in and played quite a few songs for us.  My heartstrings went all crazy as I watched the kids having fun…taking PRIDE in what they were doing.  As a band mom for the last few years, I know how much work these students put into their craft.  I also knew that there is a good chance that I will be teaching students who are in band.

My principal gave an inspiring speech, and I truly felt like I am a part of a very special group of people.  There are good things happening at this school.

When we were dismissed from the meeting, I headed straight to my room.  I had a lot more work to do.

I gave my podium a second coat of white paint, fixed the bulletin board by my door, and lugged five computers from a math room to my room.  During a conversation with another ninth grade reading teacher, I discovered that her classes will be maintaining classroom blogs.  Well, you know that my juniors and seniors blogged last year.  Naturally, I had planned to do some sort of blogging activity with my new students.  However, now I’ll be able to partner up with the other teacher.  Who knows…maybe we can get our students to comment on each others’ blogs!

This leads me to stop and reflect on something neat that’s happening with my move to the new school.

I am already growing by leaps and bounds simply by talking to fellow teachers…people who teach the same subject!

We are all in the same building, and throughout the week, as we have roamed around the hallways, we have popped our heads into each others’ classrooms.  I’ve been able to ask questions of all of the teachers, getting advice and different opinions about various strategies.

This chatting has, in turn, ignited my meta cognition (my newest big word from EPI) processes.  This is incredibly important…both for me and the students I will be teaching.  Thinking about the thinking process is how we get smarter…how we learn and apply new things.

I am in my element.

I took a break from my hard work and ate lunch with my mom, who was in town visiting a friend.  We haven’t had a great relationship over the years, so it was nice to have a short but meaningful chat.  She got to see my classroom, and she even ran errands with me from one end of campus to the other.

Not only that, but I ran into the school’s administrative staff at the restaurant we selected for lunch, so she got to meet them as well.

After saying goodbye to my mom, I returned to my classroom where I straightened up and, finally, got the chance to sit and think.

I started thinking about Monday…trying to do a dry run in my head.

Teaching requires a lot of mental preparation…ensuring that you fully maximize each minute you have with students.

As I closed the room on my door…at the not-so-early hour of 6pm, I snapped a few more photos…

I am about 98% finished with it now.

I have five computers without desks.  I should be able to secure these desks early next week.  They are large and heavy and will take some kids with muscle power to get them moved.

I also have a couch coming…a freebie from a friend…which I will put in the corner with the bookshelves, squaring out that area and, hopefully, finishing it off with a small, cheap, colorful rug.

Before you praise me for the way the room turned out, let me tell you that none of it would have been possible without the assistance of several reading teachers and my friend (the new literacy coach), Barbara.  I had nothing except for a green chair, pillow, basket, and three posters.  Everything else came from the generosity of these lovely ladies…ladies who also sport Sorelli but don’t bother to give that away (what is up with this selfish streak???).  😉

I will probably go in for a few hours on Saturday morning…give myself more time to think and mentally prepare for the upcoming week.

I am, in case you couldn’t tell, so excited about this new adventure.