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A New Member of the AuburnChick Family

When Chicky came home on Saturday, she brought along the newest member of the AuburnChick family…

Thor, my grand-hamster.

He’s actually a dwarf hamster, and Chicky and her roommate are his mommies.

Wait.

That kind of sounded bad.

Awww…you know what I meant.

Chicky has enjoyed him so much this summer.  She says he’s very low maintenance and doesn’t make much noise at night.

He is a bit daring, however, and likes to look over the edges of furniture.

Because he’s so squirmy, getting decent photos just doesn’t happen very easily.

As such, I took some video.

Enjoy!

Things Come in Three’s

You’ve probably heard the saying that things come in three’s.

Well, those of us in Podunk, USA, have seen this play out, once again, as we just have not been able to catch a break this summer.

After church yesterday, we learned that another youngster, 16 year old Chase, lost his life in a single-car accident.

As my family tried to figure out if we knew him, we began to connect the dots.

I, personally, did not know him.  It’s vaguely possible that I subbed for him though.

I do, however, know his girlfriend.  She’s in our youth group, and her family attended my church until they moved away recently.

The Mr. works in the same profession as Chase’s father and knows him well.

Rooster had met Chase one time but knows his father better because Rooster interned at Chase’s father’s office.  In fact, they’ve teased each other often about their college football loyalties.

School begins on the 20th.  Chase would have been entering the eleventh grade, and he was a member of the soccer team.

I feel so sad for his friends who will mourn his absence.

As a mama, I’m once again hurting for his parents.

Sigh.

I’m asking, once again, that you would offer up prayers…this time for Chase’s family and friends.

Thanks all.

Sunshine on a Rainy Day

I live in Florida where it rains nearly every day during the summer.

The weather didn’t dampen my spirits today, though, because my Chicky came home, bringing with her a spark of sunshine.

First, we watched the US Women’s soccer team beat Columbia…

After the game, we went out for a bit of fun, first hitting Starbucks up for some yummies.

Then, we went to the nail salon, where we settled in for some pampering.

I wanted to treat Chicky to some feet-lovin’ before soccer season makes them nasty again.

Chicky settled for coral, while I had to have the sparkly purple…

While our toes were drying, Chicky asked if I wanted to get my nails done.  She even told me she’d treat me!

My nails are short right now because I took off my acrylic tips in June to allow my nails to breathe.  Still, I thought about it and decided that getting my cuticles taken care of would be good.  So, we selected our colors and sat down again.

I, loving all things sparkly, picked out the following color, which I thought would look good on my nails despite their short length…

I’m going to buy this.  It matches my pink sparkly shoes…

Don’t you just love that name???

A funny thing happened as we were finishing up our manicures.

Before painting our nails, we are advised to go ahead and pay so we wouldn’t mess up our nails.  I pulled out my billfold to pay for the pedicures, and then Chicky realized that she’d left her money at home.

I just had to roll my eyes.  It was quite funny.

For the record, she’s going to transfer the money into my account.

Heehee

Our nails turned out beautiful, in my humble opinion, and we left quite the happy pair.

She’d wanted a French manicure, but her nails were too short.  She’s a soccer player and doesn’t keep them very long.  Still, they turned out pretty.

I love the way my nails twinkle…

After getting our nails done, we ran to Target, where we bought a card for one of her friends and I bought a bottle of Riesling wine, which I’d recently tasted and had become fond of.

Everything we did triggered interesting conversations…grown-up conversations.

My girl child…who has always been fiercely independent…is turning into a person who is finally starting to relate to me in a more mature manner.

I’ll be treasuring every moment we get to spend together this week.

The days will fly by, and before I know it, I’ll be helping her move in for yet another year of college.

I can’t help but hear the following song in my head as I think about our wonderful day, and I know memories of it will carry me through those moments of sadness when I’ll miss her so much.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ltRwmgYEUr8

Wednesday Hodgepodge…Two Days Late

Ok, so I’m two days late and a dollar short.  That’s okay.  I’m sure Joyce will forgive me.  I just couldn’t let the week go by without answering the questions.  Visit Joyce to see how she answered!  It’s not too late, after all, for you to play along too!

1.  The Summer Olympics officially begin this Friday night…will you be watching? If you could see just one event in person which one would you pick?

I will most DEFINITELY be watching!!  I love, love, love the Olympics and will stay glued to the TV and online updates!!  Watching my children play sports all of these years has given me an appreciation for the dedication that goes into becoming the best.

If I could watch just one event, I’d select gymnastics.  I was like most little girls and loved tumbling.  I love the edge of danger that goes along with balance beam and uneven bars.  It’s such a beautiful sport!

2.  Do lazy days make you feel rested or unproductive?

Lazy days make me feel rested…something I desperately need as I have too few of them.  I rarely feel unproductive because the wheels in my brain are constantly turning, churning out new ideas.

3.  July 25th is ‘officially’ Threading the Needle Day…can you sew? On a scale of 1-10 with 1 being not at all and 10 being Betsy Ross-like, how would you rate your skill with a needle and thread?

I would rate myself a 4 on being like Betsy Ross.  I can thread a needle and can sew on buttons.  During Home Ec in high school, I made an apron that I still use today.  I also once made a prego dress.  It was…um…interesting.  My mother-in-law helped me cut the pattern and taught me how to put the pieces together.  Perhaps, if I had a stay-at-home lifestyle, I’d like to learn how to do more with a thread and needle.

4.  ‘Threading the Needle’ can also mean to walk a fine line between two things or issues (think awkward social situation). When was the last time you had to ‘thread the needle‘, figuratively speaking?

I think that the whole same sex marriage topic can be awkward for me to deal with.  I have friends who are more liberal in their stance on this issue, so I try not to get on my soapbox about my opposing view.  I just don’t want to lose friendships, even though I am 1000% for marriage between a man and a woman.  Political topics and Nathalie do not go together.  At.  All.

5.  Kidney, pinto, black, or navy…your favorite bean?

Black beans…hands down.  I am always thrilled to find black bean dishes on menus when we eat out.  There’s just so much you can do with these little babies.

6.  Have you ever hosted a garage sale? Was it more success or bust?

I have had a few garage sales and even organized a couple of large garage sales that raised money for soccer teams.  I’m not the best haggler, I’ll admit, but I am good at organizing things.

7.  What makes you roll your eyes?

People who brag about themselves when they’re really not “all that.”  Oh goodness, but they need to learn to eat humble pie!!!  Drives me nuts!

8.  My Random Thought

I thought I’d share some pictures of the horrendous weather we had to drive home in when we came back from our technology training…

Lisa, another teacher who’d volunteered to drive the entire week, did a fabulous job with that huge Suburban!  She was such a careful driver, and I’m grateful that she took on this nerve-wracking task!

Some of you may be wondering if my guys followed through on the chore list I’d left for them.

I think the pictures speak for themselves…

The house had been vacuumed, the trash taken out, and there was even Riptide Rush, my favorite Gatorade, in the fridge.  The Mr. had thoughtfully replenished my supply.

The dogs were also incredibly happy to see me, and I loved waking up and being able to snuggle with them…

As much fun as I had, I sure am glad to be home!!

Strangers to Friendship in 650 Miles

What a week!!

I just got home from four grueling days of technology training, and I thought I would give you a quick run-down.

A few months ago, one of my assistant principals asked if I wanted to attend an out-of-town technology conference.

I readily agreed and began learning details about the trip as the date drew nearer.

I discovered that there would be seven of us attending, and we would be riding together in a large, rented vehicle.

I grew a little nervous for several reasons.

First of all, I only knew two of the other gals, but not very well. Teaching is a busy profession that doesn’t lend itself to many deep conversations unless you teach in the same department.

I’m very shy around new people and tend to let my insecurities get the best of me.

Another reason why I was nervous was because I get carsick. I didn’t want to be the “difficult” person and ask for the front seat.

A third reason for my nervousness involved my vegan lifestyle. As you know, I constantly run into food issues when eating out. Once again, I didn’t want to come across as difficult.

We met in the mall parking lot on Sunday morning.

A couple of us stared at each other through our car windows.

I’m sure they were wondering, as I was, what the other girls would be like.

It wasn’t long before Lisa, the gal who picked up the rental vehicle, drove up.

She teaches at my school, has a fabulous room, and is in the math department. I really didn’t know much else about her.

Everyone piled in, with the exception of one gal, who wound up driving down later.

Before we got in, though, Carol, another attendee, asked if anyone was prone to carsickness.

Hallelujah!! My prayers had been answered! I said yes, and it was decided that I would get the front seat.

I had the uncomfortable task of telling everyone that I’d been sick, but not to be alarmed by my cough…that the doctor had confirmed that I wasn’t contagious, and that I had prescription cough medicine for the night time.

Talk about a get-to-know-you moment!

Off we went on our adventure.

Dunedin is 325 miles away from Podunk, USA, so we had a long drive ahead of us.

The gals in the back got busy on their phones and iPads while Lisa and I started chatting.

We made a couple of potty breaks before lunch.

Lo and behold, the group decided to stop at Subway! Another prayer was answered!! I was so happy that I could get a veggie sandwich! Christian music was even playing overhead!

We spent some time chatting and headed back out.

One of the gala is a librarian, and she chatted a good portion of the trip. Being the talker that I am, I was so happy! Her chat was just what I needed to break the ice some more.

We finally pulled into our hotel and quickly decided who was rooming with who. Lisa was kind enough to room with the sickie (me). I promised her that I would take my cough medicine so I wouldn’t keep her up all night. She took it in stride and told me not to worry.

We went out to Mexican that first night. What a menu!! I had a few options and was thrilled, even though my order was not fixed properly.

I quickly learned what nurturers the others were as they grew concerned about my speaking up. No worries. I did, and my dinner was free.

The next morning, we got up early, still not knowing a super lot about each other, signed in at registration, and went to our respective training rooms.

I was relieved when my new friend, Deana, was in my room. We chose a table in the center of the room and sat together, where the training coaches proceeded to completely fry our brains with new information.

Being the overachiever that I am, I began to panic. We leafed through the manual and saw that we were going to have to complete twelve pages for homework.

That is when the fun began.

During lunch, Deana declared that we were not going to stress out, would have some fun, and still learn a lot.

Carol and Lisa joined our room after lunch as well because they had been placed in a room below their technical abilities.

The party was on!!

We were respectful to our coaches, who were fabulous, by the way (the best we do believe), but we began to crack some jokes…perhaps where others could hear.

Heehee

Our running jokes kept the mood in the room light.

Oh, we were learning tons, but we were having a blast.

After training, we grabbed some dinner and returned to our hotel rooms for serious hours of work. We were all business, let me tell you.

The next morning, we were exhausted. Still, we entered our training rooms with mischievous grins and continued to have our fun.

Lunch was catered each day, and the director of the workshop had arranged for the caterer to prepare vegan dishes for me.

Score! God is so good in providing, is He not?

The third evening, we ate at the restaurant that was catering our lunches. We had a beautiful view of the water.

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Dinner was excellent!

By this time, we had all grown quite comfortable with each other, and the laughter was almost nonstop.

The remainder of the week was easier than the first day. We shared a lot of ideas with each other, along with a lot of technical know-how.

After class in the third day, we went on an adventure…even locating a yarn store!

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We found a very large quilting store next to the hotel, and Carol and Lisa bought a few goodies while I played the role of cheerleader.

Deana and I watched an episode of Big Brother on my computer, reminding me of the times I’d watched Chicky and her soccer teammates watch movies on her laptop during trips.

The camaraderie grew with each hour…with each meal shared…with each laugh that spread across the group.

We constantly talked about how much we were all getting along, and how unusual that was given the fact that we had not known each other at the beginning of the trip.

On the final day of training, I told one of our classmates that I was sure he was glad training was over so he could get away from us.

He said that he’d had a great week and that we had kept him laughing the entire time!

Deana had been a good influence on me, helping me to lighten up. I am usually very serious…too much so sometimes.

I was a little sad as we began our journey home. The 325 miles went by so quickly!!

Even on the way home, we were cracking jokes and creating what will forever be inside jokes.

For the record, if you ever decide to call me Allison, I’ll probably answer.

Heehee

When we got back to the mall parking lot from which we’d departed a mere five days before, the hugs were genuine.

I felt like I’d gained five new best friends. I’m not sure, but I’d venture to bet that they would say the same.

The long conversations during dinner and before turning out the light each night helped me realize that I’m not alone in my insecurities.

Talking shop with these talented teachers inspired me to work even harder to become a HOT teacher (higher order thinking skills).

As I listened to these gals’ personal stories, I was amazed at how they had overcome challenges to become mentors to children who, themselves, face incredible challenges as well.

Those 650 miles did more to grow me than any other training or book I’ve read (with the exception of the Bible).

I saw how God can change six strangers into extremely close friends.

I’m so grateful for the week and for the wonderful women I met. They changed my life, and I’m looking forward to staying in touch with them and growing…both as a teacher and as a person, in general.

Leave a Message at the Beep

Ring, Ring

Hello? Hello?

AuburnChick can’t come to the blog right now.

She’s up to her eyeballs in technology training and lesson planning for the SMART board.

In fact, she spent eight hours in training yesterday and five hours doing homework.

In other words, her brain is mush.

Please leave a message, and she’ll return your email whenever she has time to come up for air.

She Won’t Admit It But…

My Chicky is not what you would call a “Mama’s Girl.”

Oh no.

From Day 1, she demonstrated that she was Little Miss Independent.

I kid you not.

She tried to refuse to nurse.

I cured that with the help of a lactation specialist.

She tried to decide what she was wearing to daycare…at the ripe old age of seven months.

We solved that by “helping” her pick out her clothes the night before.

While other moms were blessed with affectionate girls who eagerly shared “I love yous” and hugs with them, I was fighting battles with my girl child.

That independence is serving her well now that she’s in college, but I feel like I’ve missed out over the years.

What is nice, though, is watching as I’ve noticed a little phenomenon happening.

About a week before Chicky comes home for visits, she begins to text me.

Once or twice a day.

About random stuff.

Or she’ll call.

About random stuff.

She’ll never admit to it, nor will I reveal my observations to her face (I’m not sure if she’ll read it here though).

As a mom who hasn’t heard the words “I love you” from my girl in years and years, I absolutely eat up the communication that flies back and forth the week before she comes home.

It’s music to my soul, and it gives me hope that one day…sometime in the future…we’ll be close and that somehow…just maybe…I’ll hear the actual words I long to hear.

Until then, I’ll take satisfaction in what I know she’ll never admit to…

That some small part of her looks forward to coming home for those quick visits…

And that some small part of her knows that I’m here for her, no matter how much we annoy each other…and that I’d move heaven and earth to answer any and all questions.

Until she’s 30 and has children of her own, we’ll keep this info on the DL (down-low, for those of you who don’t speak teen-speak).

It will be our little secret.

😉

My First Out-of-Town Work Trip

Today, I’m leaving to attend a four-day workshop.

I was fortunate to be one of two teachers from my school selected by my assistant principal to attend the 2012 Summer Institute for Technology Integration.

I will be going down with a few other teachers from my district.  Administrators are getting us trained so we can return to our schools and share what we learn with fellow teachers.

This will be my first time away from home for work.

I’m feeling like a little like a grown up.

😀

The training is being organized by Patti Palancia.  I met Patti when she came to Podunk, USA to conduct a two-day SMART training workshop.

I immediately liked her laid-back style.  She and the gal who was conducting the training with her presented a few how-to’s and then let attendees practice using the tips.  Then, she’d present a few more tips and then allow us to play some more.  There was a healthy exchange of ideas, and I learned a lot.

The Summer Institute will be more intense, from what I’ve heard.

We’ve already been divided into groups according to the content we teach (hmmm…as a reading teacher, I wonder where I’ll fit into the mix) and the tech-know-how we possess.

I spent part of yesterday packing…

(A girl can never have enough shoes on hand.)

Look…more shoes!!

While I’m a little nervous about the training, I am more concerned about what state my house will be in when I return.

Here’s what it looks like now…

Will someone please tell me…does your hubby buy things at the grocery store, empty out the bags, and leave the bags on the counter?

I.

Don’t.

Get.

It.

The dishes have been three weeks in the making.

I know.

That’s bad.

I was going to wash them, but then I started feeling poorly and couldn’t do them.

I kept thinking I was going to get better, so the dishes piled up.

Then I got worse, went to the doctor, found out I was a lot sicker than I realized, and the dishes piled up further.

I am hoping beyond hope that the Mr. and Rooster work together to get these dishes washed.

I don’t know how I’ll do them after being gone for five days.

I’ll need to rest up when I get home because next week I have four days of in-service sessions at school.

Then, I have three days of Kagan training.

Yikes!

And all of that while still recovering from pneumonia!

I think for now, I’ll focus on soaking up all of the knowledge that my trainers will be imparting.

I’ll leave this list for the Mr. (because he reads my blog) so he can refer to it and do the quick clean-up Thursday before I get home:

  • Make sure the dogs have a full bowl of water every day
  • Roll the garbage can to the curb on Tuesday (trash pickup is Wednesday)
  • Roll the garbage can back to the house on Wednesday after the trash has been picked up
  • Have Rooster vacuum on Sunday and Wednesday
  • Put the mail into separate piles on the table according to the day received so I can log it
  • Put chairs on the couches so that Pele doesn’t permanently take up residence there
  • Pour the new bag of dog food into the container in the garage
  • Wash those dishes (you’ll have to buy more dish detergent)!!
  • Make sure the ladder is outside, by the front door, for Jane to pick up so she can finish painting her room.  She’ll pick it up on Monday.
  • Remind Rooster to wash his clothes.  He’ll probably have a full basket by Tuesday.

Whew!

Being a woman is tough work, as the list above proves…and it’s only the tip of the iceberg as far as what needs to be done every week!

I’ll try to blog during the week.  Now that I have my handy-dandy iPhone, I’ve found that I can blog without even turning on the computer!

I’ll share what I learn at my training…just so I can bore you to tears!

😀

I’ll also update you as to whether or not those things on the to-do list got done.

For their sake, could you offer up a few prayers for the Mr. and Rooster?  The wrath that could be forthcoming will not be pretty!

😉

Teaching Teens and Reaping Results

My friend (and school’s literacy coach), Barb, purchased Alan Sitomer’s book, Teaching Teens and Reaping Results in a Wi-Fi, Hip-Hop,Where-Has-All-the-Sanity-Gone World: Stories, Strategies, Tools, and Tips, for the reading teachers at our school.

Because I visit with her often, I was able to grab my copy early this summer.

What I quickly realized as I began reading the first chapter was that this was a book I was going to have read slowly.

Every single page was filled with practical information that begged to be ingested rather than read over lightly.

I did something I rarely do while reading…

I highlighted.

I also took notes.

Alan doesn’t mince words in this book.

He’s frank about the struggles that kids face in school.

He’s frank about what we, as educators, face while trying to impart academic content to our students.  The mandate to meet state and national standards is complicated by students who come from broken homes, possess self-esteems that fluctuate according to current popularity trends, and parents (not all) who are either so immersed in their own problems that they can’t help their children or have turned their children over to the establishment believing that it’s our job to educate their babies on our own.

Alan offers several lesson plan ideas that I went gaga over and cannot wait to use in my own classroom, tweaking to fit the needs of my students and my own teaching style, of course.

If you’re looking for a “teacher” type of book, I HIGHLY recommend this one.

Even if you don’t teach but work with youth in any way, I still recommend that you read this book.

Kids need us to be real with them.

Kids need us to meet them where their interests lie.

Alan’s book shows us how to do this.

In doing so, we build relationships with the youth we come across…something we MUST do before we can ever teach them a single lesson.

While You’re Pampering Yourself…

Dear Mama,

While you’re out pampering yourself, getting a pedi with the bestie…

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…don’t worry about me.

I’ll just be waiting for you, like I always do, looking my cute self…

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Don’t feel guilty, or anything.

Just remember that I’m here…waiting…patiently…for you to return.

Love,

Gambit