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She’s the Good One

The other night, I went out with a few friends…a rare event for this homebody.

At various points during the many conversations that occurred that evening, it was said, “She’s the good one…” a reference to me.

I have to admit that I was embarrassed.

Why?

I was embarrassed because I know myself all too well, I’m afraid, as do those who know me best…the Mr. and my own children.

When I got home, I told the Mr. about the conversation, and he said, “You just can’t accept someone telling you that you’re good, can you?”

Nope.

I can’t.

It’s not because I’m an overachiever.

That’s really not it.

It’s just that I know the things I think and my past actions (and the intentions that have fueled those actions).

I have very high standards for myself, and when I don’t live up to those standards, which, in my opinion, is quite often, I judge myself…

Harshly.

That’s why I have a difficult time accepting words like those my friend spoke the other night.

Although I am very careful about the “me” I present to the world, I know who I am when I am not around others.

Of course, I know I’m no different from anyone else.

We all have faults, and I guess the world would be in total chaos if everyone didn’t exhibit self-control…especially in the public arena of life, eh?

Still, ultimately, when I heard the phrase, “the good one,” I could not help but think that there was and IS only ONE good ONE…Jesus.

I cannot even compare myself to Him, who was perfect in thought and deed.

And thus, I feel so unworthy of my friend’s words.

I’ll tell you a humbling story.

One day a few weeks ago, I rang up my friend, Barb, and shared something I’d noticed…something that was, in all honesty, poetic justice.

I cannot share details because I’m not stupid in that way (I’m stupid, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes I do use my brain).

My observation, though, was twinged with a bit of devilish delight, I’m afraid…which was not lost on Barb, who’d been privy to the back story.

I told Barb, “I’m so bad for this, eh?”

To which she replied, “Naw…it just means that Jesus ain’t done with you either.”

And there it was in a nutshell.

Though most people think of me as a sweet, naive gal…a major overachiever…I’m not like that through-and-through.

Oh sure, you may not see me involved in drama, because I refuse to participate in stupid shenanigans.  I’m getting too old for high school stuff.

The drama in my life mostly exists within my mind and my soul as I constantly self reflect and do battle with my own thoughts.

Those battles sometimes rear their ugly heads…but mostly in the presence of my loved ones and not the public-at-large.

I’m very much a sinner who is very much grateful that Jesus, the ONLY GOOD ONE willingly took my sins upon Himself and died for me so that one day, I can face God but not endure His wrath for my sins.

 

Much Needed R & R

For much of the week, my desk at work looked like this…

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I managed to leave it clean when I left on Friday afternoon.

What I mean by clean is that everything came home with me and is now adorning my kitchen table.

Despite all of the work that sat, taunting me, I gave myself the day off, indulging myself in a hair cut and, afterward, the solitude of running errands.

When I returned home, I ate lunch, took a nap, and began reading Longleaf, by Roger Reid.

He will be visiting our school in November, so I’m going to try to read this book aloud to my students to prepare for him.

The book was a wonderful read and one I connected to immediately because the setting is one that I am somewhat familiar with.

The visuals painted by the author are amazing, and I almost want to go out and find some Longleaf trees now!!

The other book I read (yes, I did read two books today) was The Time Keeper, by Mitch Albom.

I had read a review if the book and had added it to my wish list on Amazon; however, when I saw the book at Sam’s Club, I snatched it up.

It tells the story of how Father Time came to be, and how he steps in to change two lives.

The book was mesmerizing. I could not put it down!!

It reminded me a little of The Giver, which I’d read this past summer.

I will probably read this aloud to my students as well.

Although one might not cell this a productive day as far as getting much accomplished goes, simply slowing down and getting a little bit of R&R was just what I needed.

Ready for Game Day

Nails.

Check.

New game day shirt.

Check.

Abundant joy at the thought of supporting the students and the school I love.

Check.

I think it’s safe to say that I’m ready for game day…a biggie around here today…against a cross-town rival.

Go, go, go!

That’s Being Organized!

My life as a teacher requires me to be very organized.

This begins before I ever leave the house in the mornings.

Every evening, I pull out the clothes I’m going to wear the next day.

Lately, I’ve begun setting out my makeup and jewelry as well.

Doing these simple things lightens my load the next day…removing small but semi-important details from my to-do list.

After my oops of the other day when I went to school with two different shoes on, I’ve begun setting out my shoes as well.

How many of you do the same?

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In Style With the Hodgepodge

It’s that time again!  I have no idea how Joyce keeps the questions so fresh and new, but she does!!!  Thanks to her for hosting this weekly meme, and thanks to you for reading my responses!

1.  The Wednesday Hodgepodge this week falls on John Chapman’s birth date.  He’s more famously known as Johnny Appleseed…what’s your favorite variety of apple?

Honestly, it’s a toss-up between Granny Smith and Red Delicious.  I like Red Delicious in my apple/orange juice, but I really enjoy spreading a little bit of organic peanut butter on my Granny Smiths.

2.  When did you last say ‘ick’?

I honestly cannot remember.  Because I teach high school, it’s entirely possible that I said this word last week.

3.  Do you think there’s a generation gap?  Explain.

As a high school teacher, I think I can answer yes to this question, although I think that adults can CHOOSE to close the gap by staying current with new styles and trends.  However, the lack of respect from one generation to the next (and this doesn’t just mean younger to older but also vice versa) is definitely there and points glaringly to the gap that exists.

4.  What’s on your computer screen saver?  Do you leave it alone or change it often?

I use a vocabulary screen saver, and boy did I just realize how truly nerdy that makes me sound!  I never change it.  I’m simply too busy and don’t really care.

5.  If you had the attention of the entire world for two minutes, what would you say?

This is a very tough question and one I might just have to use as an “If” brain break with my students!

Hmmm…one would have to assume that the world really cares what I have to say, eh?

I think that if the whole world was listening to me, I’d tell them that I’d found the answer to world peace…

KNITTING

And to accomplish this, everyone had to pick up a pair of knitting needles, FANCY yarn, and cast on.

Peace would be achieved by the community building that would occur as everyone helped each other figure out how to salvage dropped stitches and gauge issues.

Yes, that’s the answer my friends.  Not military power but knitting power!

6.  Four fashion trends to try this fall are-brocade/jacquard (fancy printed fabrics), peplum, lace, and printed pants…which of these four would you be most likely to wear?

I’m not uber trendy, and I cannot really see myself wearing any of the above items…unless we’re talking lace SOCKS.  So, I choose nothing except what’s in my wardrobe and dresser drawer.

Yes, I am a killjoy.

7.  What can make your bad day better?

Lots of things can make my day better!

I love when my friend, Barbara, stops by my classroom after school to chat.  She inspires me and helps me stay focused on my purpose for teaching…helping the kids.

I love when I receive an unexpected phone call from one of my children, and the only reason they’ve called is to see how things are going.

I love getting phone calls from my friends.  For too many years, I was the friend who called…who made the effort to stay in touch…so having friends who make that effort means a lot to me.

8.  My Random Thought

Yesterday morning, I was doing my thing…teaching my heart out…when one of my students asked, “Mrs. Auburnchick, why are you wearing two different shoes?”

I looked down and saw this…

I cannot believe I had not noticed…neither when I picked up the shoes from the shelves in the garage or when I slipped them on.

I doubt I would have noticed had a student not brought the matter to my attention.

I could not blame lack of sleep because I had gone to bed two hours earlier than usual.

I think it’s a sign that I need to slow down and stop living my life in the fast lane.

Photos from the Road

Last weekend, I drove down south to watch Chicky and her team play a game.

It rained during the second half of the game.  Afterward, the sky was simply beautiful…

It looked as if heaven’s doors had opened up, shining down the Lord’s presence onto this world He created.

On the way home on Sunday, I snapped a couple of photos.

The country down in Chicky-Land is beautiful!

I am still a country girl at heart.  Scenes like this revive my soul and remind me of God’s beauty and grace.

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Reason #247 why I love having almost-adult children…

The following Twitter conversation:

Chicky:  Someone make me laugh!!! This night class I draining the life outta me!!

Rooster:  Sister Chicky, watch this:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_6TYRpdmj0&sns=tw

Chicky:  Brudder Rooster, I watched that earlier! Didn’t know you were such a stud!

Rooster:  Sister Chicky, I radiate studness errday.

Two siblings…attending colleges eleven hours apart…staying close despite the distance.

I love them.

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