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Lord, You Get Me

I’m having one of those moments.

Or two or three or four.

You know the kind…

Where almost everyone you care about seems to have a complaint about something you are doing…

The kind of moment when what you are seeing or think you are seeing is, in reality, not what you think it is…

When reality isn’t what you expected.

Yeah.

I may be PMS’ing a bit, but as a human being, I am allowed to have feelings, right?

I’m really starting to get to the point where I don’t care.

I’m trying to live my life in a way that honors the Lord but, at the same time, allows ME to be who I am.

That may not be what others think I should be.

And it may mean that I do something that someone thinks is weird.

I.

Do.

Not.

Care.

I think what’s in order is a little bit of prioritizing…

Prioritizing what, exactly, I care about…

And, perhaps not putting all of my hopes in things that may never change.

This is easy to do, in theory.

Actually executing it is a lot more difficult.

But, after getting my heart trampled on by thoughtless words or a repeated unwillingness of others to accept me for who I am, I’m determined to change how I respond.

I will continue to do as God leads me.

I will continue to love but with a lot more trepidation (bruised hearts take forever to heal, if they ever completely do, that is).

I will continue to make decisions that, although they don’t hurt anyone, may not be what someone else considers “normal.”

I am thankful that I don’t (and shouldn’t) worry about what others think.

All that matters is that God understands me.

Gambit Gives Us a Scare

This past weekend was full of excitement…

The movie…

New phones…

Gambit getting sick.

Um, yeah.

Gambit decided not to eat all day Saturday.  His tummy was rumbling too.

I figured he’d gotten a hold of something outside, so I wasn’t too stressed about it.  I did put him in my room to sleep because I wanted to keep a closer watch over him.  He slept like a log.

The next morning was a little different.

He still wouldn’t eat, but again, I wasn’t overly worried.

However, when I started to put him in his crate so I could go to church, I noticed blood on the floor.

It had come from him.

He’d been having loose stools the day before.

Oh gosh, it was awful!

I knew that my local PetSmart had a veterinary clinic, so after checking the internet for office hours, I decided to skip church and take him in.

Quite honestly, I was afraid he had Parvo.

See, I’d done a bad thing and never gotten him his shots after we “adopted” him.

Bad, bad, bad.

I know.

I kept thinking about making the appointment but life got ahead of me.

Sigh.

I figured he either had Parvo or some other intestinal parasite.

Chicky went with me to the vet, and we waited nervously for the results of the stool culture to come back.

The vet, a lovely young lady, came into the room smiling from ear to ear.

The tests were NEGATIVE!

The vet told us that he probably has a case of Colitis…that he ate something that created small perforations in his colon (hence the large amount of blood).

Time, soft food, and lots of medication will help him heal over the next two weeks…

He’s getting probiotics to restore the flora in his colon, and I’m also administering anti-diarrhea medicine to the little guy to help him get back on track on that end of things (pun intended).

Oh, and before I walked out, I made sure he’d been given his immunizations!  We’ll go back in three weeks for a booster.

Once again, I am so grateful to God for tending to even these kinds of crises and for allowing my sweet little Gambit to be okay.

A Little Bit of Sand To Accompany the Hodgepodge

Joyce’s questions are making me long for vacation!!  I’ve got three and a half more instructional weeks before I’ll be on vacation again!  Of course, I’m using that term lightly because I will be attending training and taking an online course this summer.  No rest for the weary…or at least a second-on-the-way-to-third-year teacher.  Play along, post your own answers, and check back in with Joyce.  Fun times, people, fun times!  Oh yeah, and don’t forget to clean the sand that’s between your toes.

1.  What is a pet peeve you have when vacationing?

Hotels that don’t provide at least four towels are usually on my grumpy list when I’m out of town.  Seriously?  When you get a room that has at least two beds, it should be assumed that at least four people are going to be in there.  I need a towel for my hair and one for my body, so even if it’s only the Mr. and me traveling, I still need a lot of towels.  Grump, grump.

2.  Would you describe yourself as a light packer or do you need everything in your closet plus the kitchen sink?

I am a heavy packer.  But, my suitcase mainly consists of knitting projects, even though I’m a monogamous knitter (one project at a time).  I’m worried that I’ll become some speed-knitting demon, get finished with my project, and need something else.  Then, I’m worried that I won’t be able to decide which project to do next, so I take enough supplies for several, along with my entire knitting needle case (it’s thick) and accoutrements.  It’s all about priorities, right?

3.  What’s the best lesson a child ever taught you?

I’m learning a lot from the students I teach.  Probably one of the lessons that has been the most difficult but the most important one to learn is to not argue with a student.  One of my guys told me that the first part of the year.  It broke my heart because he was frustrated when he said it.  I took a long, hard look at myself and have worked on this ever since.  Of course, now the kids can’t stand when I won’t argue back because I’m not providing entertainment for the class…in essence, I’m taking the wind out of their sails and not showing that they can get to me.  It was probably one of the best lessons I’ve learned this year.

4.  Share one piece of advice you’d give a recent graduate as they attempt to enter the job market?

My advice would be to pray fervently and not lose hope…that God has a plan to place you in just the perfect position, if you’ll just wait and trust Him.

5.  What’s your favorite lemon something?

I like lemon furniture polish.  The smell is oh so clean!!

6.  Flat sandal, wedge, heel…your favorite footwear?

ALL OF THE ABOVE!  Seriously, Joyce, you’re asking us to choose?  I love shoes.  I’ll admit it!  I will not choose because I have a lot of each one of them.  I live in Florida, so I have a lot of sandals.  I’m slowly acquiring more wedges, and I do love my heels…especially when teaching.

7.  What do you like best about a beach holiday? If you’re not a beach lover (GASP!!) what do you dislike the least?

I live at the beach and, gasp, don’t really go out on the beach.  But, I remember when I used to come down here during Spring Break.  What I loved most (and still do) are the sounds and smells associated with the beach.  Oh, and the beautiful sunrises and sunsets.  I used to go out on walks as the sun was coming up.  It’s very peaceful on the beach before everyone gets there.

The thing I dislike most about it is the sand.  It gets EVERYWHERE and is impossible to completely get rid of.

8.  My Random Thought

As I mentioned earlier, there are only three and a half more instructional weeks left.

Teaching is becoming even more fun, in some ways, as students are relaxing (this does have its drawbacks, but let’s focus on the positives right now) and teachers are relaxing.

I had a great teachable moment yesterday.

We’re currently studying how allusion is used, and I’d planned on showing my students the pilot of Once Upon a Time.

For bellwork, I asked students to list as many fairytale characters as they could remember.

Well, we got into a bit of a discussion about what is a fairytale and what isn’t.  They insisted that Shrek is a fairytale character, and I said no.  To me, a fairytale is an older story passed down over generations.

One of my students told me to Google it.

I’ve taught them well.

Heeheehee

I refused, but while they were doing their independent reading, I DID google.

One thing led to another until I finally decided to cut their reading short.

I explained that we were about to have what teachers call a “teachable moment,” when instruction is improvised to incorporate something that’s cropped up.

I first showed them the definition I’d found for fairytale.  Then, I showed them an article about Shrek and explained that the movie is a parody.  I also snuck in a bit of instruction about what sources of information you can trust (this particular source was from a Time Magazine correspondent…more trustworthy than Ask.com or Wikipedia).

Anyhoo…

Next, we talked about what a parody was.

I asked my students if they knew what the word meant, and they didn’t; however, one of my students said that it sounded like parrot.

I was so proud!

I said, “And what does a parrot do?”

My students said, “Repeat what someone says.”

Ding, ding, ding!!

I explained that a parody is an imitation of something else, usually for comedic reasons. Shrek is sort of a parody.

Then, I explained that the show I was about to let them watch was a parody of sorts that uses fairytale characters to create the storyline and to watch for allusions to other characters.

See how I tied everything together.

Teaching is hard work, but it’s times like these that make it so much fun and rewarding!!

Baby Bluejay Rescue Mission

On Sunday afternoon, I let the dogs out to do their business.  For some reason, I walked out with them.

All of a sudden, I noticed the dogs going after some sort of critter.  I stepped out of the porch to take a closer look, and that’s when I saw this little guy…

It took me awhile to get the dogs away from the baby bird.

I called the Mr. outside to help me.  He figured that the little guy had fallen out of a nest.

We hunted around the yard for a nest but couldn’t find anything; however, the Mr. found a couple of nests in a tree in the yard of the neighbor who lives behind us.

The nests were too far up to reach with a ladder.

After thinking about what to do, I finally decided to grab a towel, snatch the bird, and carry him to the fence.

I had seen that he could flap his wings a bit, so I thought he could fly a little.

I gently dropped him over the fence, saying a small prayer as I did so.

I hope his mama finds him so she can care for him until he’s old enough to take care of himself.

Four Phones in Four Days

On Friday, I posted about buying myself a new iPhone.

Well, Chicky came home Friday afternoon, and it was time to upgrade her phone as well.

She’d been drooling over the iPhone ever since our extended family members got theirs last Christmas.

She, Rooster, and I drove to Best Buy, and wouldn’t you know it, but the same associates were there.  It was slightly embarrassing to be there again, but they laughed it off.  Processing my order went a lot quicker.

While we were waiting for the phone to be activated, Rooster started taking a look at the phones on display.

I could see the wheels in his head turning, but there was no way I was paying for another iPhone that day.

Insert Daddy…

As in Rooster talking to Daddy the next day…

About Daddy paying for a new phone…

And us driving to Best Buy straight from the movie theater.

Yes, Saturday found us BACK at Best Buy, with the same associates, buying another iPhone 4s.

While the three of us were talking about and playing with our new phones, the Mr. was sitting by…stewing a bit.

Enter Sunday afternoon, after church…during lunch.

The Mr. started asking questions about the iPhone…can it do such-and-such and such-and-such.

We could all see the wheels in HIS head turning…

Which is why…

We found ourselves driving…

To Best Buy later that day…

And finding the SAME associates on duty…

Chuckling as we walked in…

To purchase our fourth iPhone.

One could have accused us of stalking the Best Buy employees.

That couldn’t be further from the truth.

It was the technology we were after.

We are now the proud owners of four iPhones.

Call us crazy, if you will.

I’d like to think that we have a new family motto:  “The family that plays on their iPhones together is the family that stays together.”

Lame, eh?

But still fun.

We ‘re having a blast sharing the apps we’re finding, how to make our own ringtones (I figured out that one), and how to take screenshots of our phones.

Fun times indeed!!

The phones in order from left to right: The Mr.’s, Chicky’s, Mine, and Rooster’s.  Don’t you think our wallpaper says a lot about who we are as individuals???

A Movie Review – The Avengers

Chicky came home on Friday!

If any of you are parents to college-age children, you know what visits home mean…

LOTS of family time!!!

One of the things we like to do together is go out to movies, and this weekend was a good one for the box office.

It was the premier of The Avengers

This movie is part of the series that includes The Hulk, Ironman, Thor, and Captain America.

We were eager.  People had started posting updates about the movie on Facebook.

Well, I can tell you that we were not disappointed.  The movie lived up to its billing, that’s for sure!

There was so much action that it was difficult to keep up with everything.

There were cute guys to look at and pretty girls to ogle.

What made the movie, in my opinion, was the comedic timing.

Probably one of the funniest lines was, “He’s adopted.”  If you’ve seen the movie, you know what I’m talking about.

I only heard one, maybe two, curse words the entire way through, and they weren’t the in-your-face kind of words and not the “f” or “gd” words either.

There wasn’t an sexual stuff either.

Are you shocked?

I know I was.

This movie was perfect for EVERYONE in the family, including children.

You know how tough I can be when evaluating movies, so it will probably surprise you to read that I give this movie TWO THUMBS UP!!

Go see the movie.

Buy it when it comes out on DVD.

It’s worth it.

College Mama Happy Dance

Chicky is home!

Need I say more?

 

Derailed

Oh, I had grand plans for last night.

They were going to be so exciting…

An evening spent with my Reading Endorsement notebook and assignment.

I’d finished the reading during the independent reading time that my students did at the beginning of class.

Yes, I was going to be a good girl and turn in my assignment a few days early.

And then…

I ran an errand…

And got a wee bit sidetracked…

By this sign…

I just had to get out of the car, don’t you know…

And check out something that Chicky had put a bug in my ear about…

And then the justifying began.

My current phone was constantly running low on memory no matter how many apps I uninstalled.

Calls were getting dropped.

Yada, yada, yada.

I liked the 32gb because I believe in going big or going home.

Uh huh.

There was only one left.

It must have been a sign from God.

That’s what I told myself…

As I said “Yes” to the iPhone 4s (see how that rhymes).

Uh huh.

I was in and out of Best Buy lickety-split, new phone in hand, heart pounding at the thought of going home and trying to explain myself.

And that’s when the fun…errrr derailment…really got underway.

I did, after all, have to learn how to use the thing…transfer contacts (which Best Buy couldn’t do)…set up my email…learn how to print wirelessly (cough, cough).  Important stuff, mind you.

Thanks to my googling prowess, I found the answers to all of my questions.

I found this app to create my own ringtones from the songs I already have in iTunes.

I’m smart like that.

I set up my immediate family’s names to ring through uniquely (can you say Hips Don’t Lie, Time of Your Life, and Blessed in the respective order of The Mr., Chicky, and Rooster).

I’m cool like that.

Oh, and my generic ringtone is This is the Time of Your Life by Michael W. Smith.

I do like my Christian music (don’t think Shakira fits into that genre though).

heehee

So, that assignment I was going to do.

Um, yeah.

I think I’ll be busy during my planning period today.

Gotta get it done in a timely manner because another, more important, female distraction is headed my way.

One hint:  Think “soccer player.”

:::happy dance:::

One Little Key

It’s funny how one little key can unlock so much truth.

This point was driven home yesterday at school.

To better understand what I’m talking about, I think I need to give you some background.

On Tuesday, a situation happened during my fourth period class.  I was in a meeting, so what happened was beyond my control.  I sincerely doubt that, had I been there, the situation could have been avoided.

In the process, my bathroom key was taken by a student who is not one of mine.

Now, let me explain that student bathrooms at my school are kept locked.  Within a couple of months of school starting, every teacher had been given a key for the bathrooms (boys/girls) nearest to his/her classroom.

I zip-tied mine to a small, green flyswatter that I got from my local pest control company.  I’d gone in to pay my bill when I noticed a cup of them on the counter, branded with the company’s logo.

Each teacher has a unique bathroom pass.  I’ve seen everything from a frisbee to a football.

I’ve guarded my key like a watchman guards Fort Knox.

The key only disappeared once, and that was when a student put it in a different place in my room.

Until yesterday…

When that situation occurred…

That I had no control over…

And later overreacted about…

And regretted…

And apologized for…

And talked to my sister and God about…

And gleaned great understanding about myself in the process.

This morning when I walked into my classroom, I saw the empty hook where the key used to hang, and though I was still a little annoyed, I’d seen the bigger picture and was determined to focus on that and not let Satan throw me off of my game.

First period came and went, and nobody went to the bathroom.

Hey, I thought, maybe NOT having a key is good.  I have an excuse not to let kids leave the room (let’s face it…REAL emergencies are one thing…most people CAN hold it).

Third period rolled around, and the kids quickly began asking for the key.

Tough tooties, I told them.  The key had gone missing.

I took attendance, making a special note of one of my female students who wasn’t there.

She came in tardy and handed me something that was wrapped in several pieces of notebook paper and stapled closed.

She walked back to her desk, looking over her shoulder the entire way.

I wondered what it was as I eagerly tore through the papers, not bothering to remove the staples.

My student ambled back to my desk (everyone else was reading silently).

“Uh, Mrs. AuburnChick, you really should read the paper.”

Um, okay…guess I messed that up, I thought, as I tried to piece the papers together while still unwrapping the “gift.”

My curiosity about what was inside won out, and I said, to myself, the heck with what was written.

I held my breath as I kept unrolling the paper…

Scarcely daring to breath.

Could it be??

But how in the world??

Sure enough.

When I finally got to the package’s innards, this was inside…

I looked up at my student in surprise, and she was grinning from ear to ear.

Then she told me her story.

She was in the hallway when she saw a boy holding a green flyswatter.

“Hey!  That’s my teacher’s key!” she said.

I interrupted her story by asking if he gave it to her.

“No,” she said.  “I took it from him.”

heehee

That’s my girl.

I don’t know what happened to the flyswatter.  It wasn’t attached to the key when she gave it to me.

I suspect that the two made a deal that he could keep the swatter, and she would return the key to me.

I didn’t care.

I had my key.

I jumped out of my seat and wrapped my arms around this precious child, chanting over and over, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Yes.

It doesn’t take much to make me happy.

But really, it was actually a big thing to me.

I felt, in that moment, that God was smiling down on me…chuckling the whole time…enjoying what He had orchestrated.

I felt that this was God’s way of saying, “Hey AuburnChick.  You made progress yesterday.  You let go by realizing what was really important.  And because you did, I’m going to give you what you THOUGHT was important.”

There are people in this world who doubt the existence of a God who is personally interested and involved in our lives.

I’ve never doubted.

Not that He’s there (although I have questioned the “whys” of a situation or two).

God is REAL.

God reaches out to us…

Especially when we let go of the things that are keeping us from knowing His truths, however great or small those may be at the moment.

Some people may laugh off something like this.

Not me.

Though it was one small key, it was yet another BIG moment in my life when God showed me, in a very tangible way, that He loves me…that He knows every thought I have…every worry…every doubt…every angst.

Thank you, Lord.

All glory and honor to You.

Wednesday Hodgepodge – Teaching You the Way AuburnChick Thinks

It looks like this week’s Hodgepodge has an educational theme, whether it be school-wise or social-wise.  Play along by visiting Joyce, leaving your own URL (after you’ve posted your own answers), and visiting some of the other fabulous bloggers who participate in this fun, weekly meme.

1.  My daughter2 is graduating from university this month and plans to teach elementary school. What are three qualities you most want to see evidenced in a teacher?

Hey Joyce, thanks for including questions that I, as a teacher, can really relate to!!

I’ll answer this question from the perspective of both a mom AND a teacher.

A.  Knowledge of subject matter – What good is a teacher if he/she doesn’t know the material?
B.  Enthusiasm – It’s difficult to get kids fired up about learning if the teacher doesn’t exhibit some of his/her own enthusiasm for the process as well.
C.  A love for kids – Ok.  That would seem like a no-brainer, right?  Well, we all know that there ARE teachers out there who don’t like kids or at least act like they don’t.  Those kids know it too, and that impedes the learning process.  Kids need to know they are loved and accepted.  Often, they don’t get this at home.

2.  You can tell a lot about a person by _____________________.

You can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she treats an animal.  How a person treats an animal is very indicative of how loving and gentle that person is with other humans.  I’ve seen this time and again.

3.  What song makes you think spring?

A quick think of the brain leads me to recall the song Walkin’ on Sunshine.

4.  May 1st is Mother Goose Day…share your favorite nursery rhyme.

Have you ever noticed that a lot of nursery rhymes end badly?  Take Jack and Jill, Old Mother Hubbard, and Humpty Dumpty.  Really?  Why, oh why, do we read these to our children?  Guess I’ll have to go with Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.  It’s harmless enough.

5.  What makes someone unforgettable?

Body odor.

Really!

I work with teenagers who don’t always have the best hygiene.

Ok, ok.  I’m sure that Joyce didn’t have this answer in mind when she wrote the question.

What makes someone unforgettable is the way that person gives of him/herself selflessly and sacrificially.  Those are the people I tend to gravitate toward because those are the people who inspire me the most.

6.  Should music and/or art be part of a well rounded education?

Ideally, in a perfect balanced-budget world, yes.  However, I know that reality is not this way.  As a teacher whose district is facing a huge budget shortfall, I wonder how these types of extracurricular activities can be justified.  Kids thrive on them, it’s true.  In fact, many of my students struggle academically but are incredibly gifted musicians and artists.

Tough choices and no easy answers.

7.  What social situations make you flustered or nervous?

Oh, I’m not very good in social situations.  Not.  At.  All.

You want to know why?

Confidence, plain and simple.  I’ve always tended to be on the nerdy side and somewhat serious.  Serious doesn’t go over well in social situations.  Of course, give me one-on-one situations, and my goofy side comes out.

I don’t do parties where I don’t know many people.  In fact, I’m just not comfortable at parties in general.

I’m also extremely nervous when I know I’m going some place and have to do something that I don’t know how to do.

Take, for instance, a shin-dig I recently went to.  Several ladies attended, and we decorated flip flops for women living in a recovery home.  The flip flops will be given to the moms as Mother’s Day gifts since most of these women will not receive gifts from their own children.

Well, my heart raced and my creative juices just weren’t flowing.  Give me knitting needles, and I’m all over it.  Give me flip flops, ribbons, and flowers, and I’m clueless.

Sigh.

8.  My Random Thought

I have quite a few random thoughts floating around my head right now.  I should probably pick just one, eh?

I guess, since I’ve already talked about confidence, I’ll continue along that theme.

Something a little unsettling happened toward the end of school yesterday, and I overreacted about something that didn’t really need to be overreacted about.

It didn’t take me long to realize the error of my ways.  I took ownership of it, will be doing what I need to do to rectify it, and plan to move on.

BUT, inside of this need-to-please heart of mine, I am having trouble letting it go because I worry that someone I care about will think less of me for me overreacting.

So, I called Super Sis and said, “Please remind me that I shouldn’t stress about what other people think of me when I can’t control what they think of me.”

Isn’t it funny how we can pinpoint truth, but our hearts have trouble embracing it?

She and I talked things out, and I realized that at the heart of most of my issues is the need to be in control.

I was frustrated yesterday because a situation that happened was completely out of my control (I was in a meeting and had a sub for one class period).  As a result, something somewhat minor happened…another something out of my control…and that was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

I’m starting to figure something out.

We really need to dig deeper to FIND the underlying issues that lurk below what we THINK are the problems in our lives.

Does that make sense?

I think that sometimes we don’t dig deep enough.

I know that as teachers, we do this.  We blame misbehavior on a child’s age when the fact is that the child may have a learning disability that is causing that child to become frustrated and, thus, act out inappropriately.  Or, perhaps the child has something going on at home and simply cannot deal with what’s going on at school.  It has nothing to do with school or age but other circumstances.

Sigh.

Life is so complicated.

But is it really?

I think most everything boils down to a power struggle…between us and God…the things we can’t control and the things that He IS controlling.

Deep?

Yeah.

With me teaching figurative language, which I love and understand quite well, my brain is free to do some deep thinking.

You might not want to stand too close to me.  Lightening might strike.

heehee