TOO MUCH FOR TOO LITTLE

Aren't these flowers pretty? They should be. They practically cost an arm and a leg!! (I just noticed that the flowers are sideways, but they are still pretty in a cockeyed way.)

I don't care how much gasoline has gone up. (Well, that's not at all true!) But that has become a standard answer to why everything is so expensive. Of course, corn--and lack of corn crops--will be a huge reason for price gouging this fall.

This week our academic teams will be grilling out as a money-maker. I had to go buy all of the food--I should be refunded, but it would be the first time!! We are doing hot dogs, hamburgers, and chicken; potato chips; pop and water. I must buy expensive food because in order to make much money, I guess I'll need to be doing a bit of price gouging also. It's for a good cause. It always seems like people will pay huge prices at a theater or a professional game, but when it comes to schools, they want cheap prices.

Before I forget it: One of the best sayings I've heard was told in church last week. The speaker said, "Do you know the ten most important two letter word? 'If it is to be, it is up to me.'" That saying is credited to someone I've never heard of and nothing is about him on Google. Isn't it great that common people can say profound words? Now if I can just get those common people to spend $2 for a hamburger!!

Get togethers the old-fashioned way: A FUNERAL

I was going to write about how it takes a funeral to get people together, but it took me about an hour to mess this picture up. Now I think I'll gripe about the different picture programs.

Why is it that they all can't just do the same work, using the same terms? This picture never did look just quite right, but I wanted to crop it in order to leave part of the background out. Well, on the one program there is a crop, but it must think I was talking about field crops because no matter what I did, nothing showed up in the picture. I decided to hit the cut button. Sure enough I was able to cut away some of the excess.

Next step, I saved the picture. When it saved, everyone had turned orange. Once again I went to a program. I got it to look fairly decent, saved it, voila--pure garbage. I don't think anyone would have known anybody. I went to another program. And then another one. I saved, saved, and saved some more. Now I wish I could have the original picture back, but it is long gone.

I'm tired of progress. My mind doesn't want to have to relearn different programs every few months.

Anyway, this picture is one taken at the last uncle's funeral. We, the first cousins, are all the elders now. Unfortunately, we are missing one of the surviving cousins, Peg, because she lives out West. Three of the first cousins are deceased.

My sister probably would like to shoot me. She wanted a picture of the flowers her family sent--very beautiful--but she didn't want her picture taken. I don't have many pictures of her. If she knew I was taking this one, I probably wouldn't have this one either.

The day of the funeral was beautiful, nice weather. The funeral itself was quite entertaining. The minister didn't know Uncle Chuck at all, but he knew the rest of the family, including my Aunt Marilyn who had been married to Uncle Chuck. The minister told the only story he knew about Uncle Chuck. Aunt M.S. didn't want a divorce. She just wanted Uncle C. to always take care of her. They did get a divorce, but he always paid alimony. Any time she'd go to the country club, her bill would be added to his. Several times--and this is what the minister said--Aunt M.S. would call Larry (the minister) and his wife to see what they were doing. She would tell them that Chuck wanted to treat them to dinner. All three of them would go to the country club and eat. Larry never knew if Chuck ever caught on, but Larry said the meals were good!!

The funeral was a private one, family only. And of course, someone's cell phone went off during the service. Doesn't that always seem to happen? When it went off, Larry apologized. The minister of all people!! He made some joke about it, but he didn't answer even though Marcie and Anne told him to go ahead.

It was nice to see everyone. I don't know when we'll see all of them again. Even brother Wayne showed up. Thankfully, we all know each other because we did know each other growing up. It's a shame we lived so far apart. I wish I had been a part of a big family. It gets lonely sometimes.

Remember These Little Kids?

I read blogs and see pictures, but these are the kids that I know. They look different from those other pictures.

Remember the tear-jerking Kodak commercial that played that song "Turn Around" by Malvina Reynolds? "...Turn around and you're two, Turn around and you're four..." I think it was that song. I know whichever song it was made me tearful every time.

Didn't know I was so song literate, did you? The amazing internet can make anyone look knowledgable. Of course, the internet can be a wolf in sheep's clothing. I often find papers that have been plagarized by googling a phrase or so. It was so much easier when I was a kid--not that I would plagarize! I did summarize quite a bit without documenting--I guess I'd have to say that was summarizing. The teachers should have been happy that I turned in a paper. That is the mindset of today's students. "You oughta be glad I showed up."

Well, all that I have to say is--Ya oughta be glad that I wrote something today so that checking in on my blog didn't waste your time!!

Things Are Heating Up!!

A heat advisory is in effect until Friday evening. As summer is coming to a close, a high of 98 degrees will be bearing down on us.

This is a picture of Elway in front of something else heating up!!!

For those who don't know about Elway and for those who seem to forget, Elway got his name from my dad, L. Wayne. You can probably figure out the name now. In the picture, you can't really see that Elway is on a frog, whose name is Bronco. For those who are not football fans, the Denver Bronco quarterback used to be John Elway. I'm not usually clever at naming things, but I thought this was a stroke of genius. But after that Dande Lion Manor fiasco, I thought I might need to explain myself.

When I used to write stories in junior high, I had the most difficult time thinking up names for characters. I'm always impressed with the names students come up with nowadays. With so many invented ways to spell a name anymore, it doesn't matter what the character is called.

I have four Makayla's in class this year: Michaela, Mikayla, Makayla (2). Last year the name was also spelled Micheala.

I think parents want their children to be unique. To try to insure every ounce of uniqueness possible, they use creative spelling. It doesn't do much for me. The kids get nasty if their names are spelled incorrectly by others. Parents: Make your children's lives easier. Choose the normal way to spell a name!!

I've had Jesse, Jessi, Jessie, Jessy...ugh!

I've had Tristan and Tristen.

I've had Megan, Meagan, Meghan.

I've had Amy, Aime, Aimee, Amiee.

And then my name: The male form has an E and mine doesn't. People can't figure that out. At least it's a female/male thing. It wasn't creative spelling.

Here's a last name for you to figure out the pronunciation: Leighty.

It's pronounced Leestee. Go figure.

I have said often recently that retirement is scarier than anything I've ever done. I don't have anything to fall back on, nor do I have anyone to fall back on like I did when I graduated from high school.

This sculpture is in Lila's funeral home. She said that it is me and her (I know, it should be "it is she and I") when we get old. I think we're there. If not, we're on the threshold. If I could be this happy in my retirement, it would be grand.

Whenever I look at these flashy women, I always think of Aunt Marilyn. Her daughter said that her mother was into flash trash. It's what made her a character. I wish I had the self-confidence to be a character. Life would be more fun, and I would hope that I would put more smiles on people's faces.

I look back on meals at Grandma Jones's house when some of the older people came and told funny--I mean hilarious stories. Thinking about it, I might believe there was some exaggeration, but I loved those stories!! One particular Thanksgiving, Aunt Sis, Grandma, and one of Grandma's friends Goldey Cassidy had everyone laughing so much we cried. I wish I could remember the sayings Grandma would use. I can't even remember a too many of the stories. Why didn't I write those precious stories down? Grandma had a mischievous side to her. I know she led a hard life, but she made some great memories.

Life would be great if from now on I could just hear funny stories. Unfortunately, I know I have many obstacles to conquer before I get to those days. I know if I could find a sugar daddy, retirement wouldn't be such a nightmare.

Well, it's beginning to feel like the first day of school. Fall feels like it is just around the corner, the green is fading from the trees and ground cover, and it is getting cooler in the evening. There is a smell that is difficult to explain, but each year around this time, it appears. When the wind blows, the leaves rattle. I am ready to give up the carefree days of summer. The swimming pool doesn't seem as inviting. I want to wear those new fall clothes that I bought a few weeks ago. And most of all, I'm ready to see the friends at school that I haven't talked to all summer.

But to be real, I've been in school for over two weeks. Those hot days of summer don't matter any more because air-conditioned schools have become the norm. I don't feel like I'm ready to go back to school early in August, and by the looks of it, I'll probably be starting even earlier next year. A balanced school year has become the new way of education. Parents are loving it. I just wonder how many times I'll have to plan lessons for kids who will be going on vacation with their families. Heavens forbid if the family has to change.

Back in the day, Labor Day was the focus point. We were ready to go back to school. Vacation time was done. Many of the vacation destinations were closing up. Theme parks would only have weekend hours. State parks stopped charging at the gate, and few people went camping. No more lifeguards were on duty at the lake. Oh, how the times have changed.

How will the kids of this time remember summer and school? Many of them will not even look forward to the summer because they will be in school. Gosh, many of them have been going to school since before they could remember. No wonder school is not exciting to the kindergartners. Pre-school--which they would call school--began for some at age two.

I'm glad when I grew up; however, if I were growing up today, I'd look back on this time as being the best. But then again, maybe not. I liked those long months of summer!!

Does anyone recognize this? It is the House of the Seven Gables, the inspiration for the novel by Nathaniel Hawthorne.

When I think of Nathaniel Hawthorne, I actually think of a vacation back in 1999 when my mom, dad, sister, and I went east. We were in Concord where there is a little cemetery called Sleepy Hollow Cemetery with an area called "Authors Ridge." In that area Nathaniel Hawthorne, Henry David Thoreau, Louisa May Alcott, and Ralph Waldo Emerson and their families are buried there.

Mom, Suzi, and I took a walk up the path to see where all of these were buried. I was in the lead, and I met a couple of ladies taking pictures of the Louisa May Alcott plot. They had recently discovered that they were directly related to the family. We talked for a while, but soon we were joined by Mom and Suzi.

One of the Alcott ladies asked, "Are you related?" Of course, they meant related to the Alcotts, but Mom said, "Why, yes, we are." The other two ladies looked excited because they thought they had just been reunited with three living relatives. Mom said, "These are my two daughters." As the Alcott ladies lost their excitement, I explained what they had actually meant. We quickly went on to Hawthorne's gravesite.

This past July, Suzi and I went to another Sleepy Hollow Cemetery, but it was in Sleepy Hollow, NY, just north of Tarrytown, where Washington Irving spent his last years.

It may sound like I'm obsessed with famous dead people. I am in a way. There is something about being where a famous person lived, walked, and/or worked. I especially enjoy visiting authors' places. As an English teacher, I've read about many of them. Even though I don't have the talent any of them had, it just makes me inspired.

Coming soon--could it be Mark Twain? Edgar Allen Poe? Who knows?

That Old Time Feeling

This is the little country church that I've been attending since the first of the year. It is called Mud Pike American Baptist Church. It has a very small congregation. Many times only nine people are in attendance. I started going there because I was invited by the father of my best friend.

Even though I was baptized in the First Christian Church, a Disciples of Christ church, I've attended many different churches since I left my hometown. I tried to find a Disciples of Christ, but driving over 30 minutes to get to the church did not appeal to me. I've attended Catholic Churches with friends. I really like their traditions, but I was never interested in turning Catholic. I just like learning about different religions and their customs. If I attended church in town, I normally went to the Methodist Church. None of them gave me the feeling I used to have growing up.

When I went to the Mudpike Baptist, I was warmly welcomed. Of course, they all knew me because I'd had their kids in school. It took a while to shake the "teacher" they saw and just become someone who came to church. I listened to the most amazing minister. He was really windy, and he could have cut the time of the prayers. The prayers almost became a mini-sermon. He was African-American. Very odd for a county which is nearly 100% Caucasian--even though that is changing. Pastor Lyons gave such a sermon that it made me feel more at peace inside myself. I felt like I understood myself more and was able to be more peaceful with myself, and most importantly more understanding with my students. I only missed three Sundays, and that was because I was at a conference or on a vacation.

Many Sundays I could have stayed at home, but I didn't want to disappoint my friend who always said, "See you at church tomorrow." But you know, it wasn't just for him. It was for me. I didn't think my week was complete without my Sunday dose of Pastor Lyons' words.

Like everything, church has changed. Pastor Lyons "resigned." He drove every Sunday over 80 miles from Louisville to preach, but the attendance wasn't growing. He had been up against race cultures as well as country/city cultures. It didn't matter that his words applied to all. Sometimes Christians don't behave like Christians. Therefore, two weeks ago he spoke for the last time at the little country church.

The doors of Mud Pike American Baptist church are not far from closing for the last time. It will be a sad day.

Choppy Waters Ahead

Hurricane Irene is bearing down on the east coast. I love being around water, but I do believe that hurricanes would make me very nervous. In 2008 Hurricane Ike came through southern Indiana. We missed two or three days of school, and many were without electricity for over a week. If that is what a hurricane can do for the Midwest, hold on East Coast!

This picture was taken in Boothbay, Maine. We stayed right on the water. It wasn't like Murder, She Wrote, but it was still fun. Everyone back here in Indiana asked if I enjoyed the lobster. I guess I should have tried it, but I never had a bite of lobster while I was there. Believe me, I had plenty of opportunities to eat lobster. Lobster rolls were more popular than hamburgers. One time I was in New Orleans and wasn't ready to eat all that spicy, fishy food. I ordered a steak. When it arrived at the table, I asked for a steak knife. It was late at night; therefore, I could hear the noise in the kitchen. I could hear drawers opening and shutting. Soon the waiter returned and apologized because the restaurant didn't have a steak knife. Now, if I'd asked for a crab breaker-thing, they could have brought out buckets of them. That experience should have taught me to eat the local cuisine, but I guess I'm a slow learner.

Batten down the hatches, folks.

Wow, I'm on a roll!!

This picture is so funny. It looks like I'm crawling along someone's tombstone. Getting older has made it more difficult to get into more appropriate positions. Plus when someone else is taking the picture, it is difficult for me to know what is actually going to be in the picture. I don't know who I needed to prove that I had actually been at the easternmost point in the USA.

For a while I waved in every picture that was taken of me. Then a nephew-in-law made some sort of comment, and I decided I needed to change my look. My dad used to always stand sideways. We could watch his belly grow and reduce. I never knew why he liked that position.

I hate pictures of myself, primarily because when I look into a mirror, I see a different person. Then when I see a picture, I am confused. Which do I really look like--the picture or the mirror reflection. I sure wish it would be the mirror reflection. She looks better. I also have gray hair--easily seen in the pictures. But it is so strange. In the mirror, I can't tell that my hair is gray. I don't care that it is gray. I just wish that I could see it.

One nice--and maybe sad--aspect about digital pictures is that many of them will be lost and never be seen because they stay on a computer or disk that will be outdated, probably not in the far off future. Paper pictures that used to be stored in photo books or in the back of the drawer will surface more. It's always fun--and funny--to see some of those old pictures. The new generations will lose out on that experience. Sure some digital pictures are printed off, but those goofy ones won't be. Those are the ones that make me laugh.

I've tried to figure out how to put another picture on here in this spot, but my pictures always go to the top. That's another problem with technology. In the old days, I'd just tape a picture wherever I wanted it!!

Long time gone, but I'm here.

I did get to take a vacation this year, and I had fun, actually. There is an inside joke about the "actually" that my sister would understand. It wouldn't be funny to anyone else.

Families are good for inside jokes. We don't have to explain our thoughts. A simple word can make thoughts rush in. Maybe we all understand each other because we have genes in common. I don't know. All I know is that it's nice to have others who can accept me for who I am. It's a comfort.

I always wanted to be a member of a large family. My mom felt sorry for me in a way because I wanted that picture perfect family, and it just wasn't going to happen. I wanted to have lots of aunts and uncles, brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews--and yes, it would have been nice to have had children of my own. Holidays would have been hectic. I think that would have been fun. And there would have been many more inside jokes.

By the way, Sisser... Can you tell that story again about lobsters? It was very interesting. And then after that one, how about the one about the gas mileage and a Hummer.

Families and inside jokes are great...and funny, actually.

Temperatures seldom are right. It's either too cold or too hot. Now that it's winter, I can't seem to get warm enough--unless I do housework and that's the last choice I usually make. I think the temperature did get into the 20's today. It wasn't much warmer in my classroom.

Silly me. I didn't put my coat on when I left the house today for work. My coat was in the car, but I thought I could make it a mile without being too cold. I rushed from the car to the door, and I felt the warmth from the hallway. Great!! Then I went to my classroom. The Arctic cold blast stopped my in my tracks. I thought, They have kept the rooms cold because of the days out; therefore, at 7:00 the heat would come on. It was about 58 degrees, and it didn't get any warmer while I prepared for the day. At 7:30 I called the custodian--no answer. I called the principal--he'd get hold of someone soon, but everyone was outside clearing snow. The kids came in, saying, "Why's it so cold?" I said, "Because it's January." The temperature did go up to 62 degrees as a high for today.

The custodian finally came at 12:45. He said, "You've got heat, but it's not blowing out. I can't find what's wrong." I said, "It's broken." He said, "Yeh. There's good news and bad news. The grade school's hot water heater went out. The repairman who works on that is at the grade school right now. The good news, he also works on these systems in your room. The bad news is that it might take a while for parts."

Now, here's the really bad news. The custodian didn't know why it was broken. The repairman never came to my room to analyze the problem. How can he order something he doesn't know is needed? I'm thinking tomorrow might be double sweater day.

The librarian walked by late this afternoon with a "One hundred day" button. The kindergarteners are celebrating being in school for one hundred days. Maybe I need to get buttons to wear to say how many days my class has gone without heat. Or I could look at it like in one hundred more days I'll be hot and wish I had some of this cold room temperature back.

THE DAY AFTER

What a beautiful white Christmas we had! Just a dusting of snow refreshed our snow that had been here for a couple of weeks already. We missed the snowstorm that had been predicted. Unfortunately for some Southerners, they also had a white Christmas.

Today is the day after the big day. Years ago, really not that many years ago, today would have been a huge shopping day--especially for my mom. We'd rush out early to get all the 50% off Christmas wrap and cards. Nowadays all of that seems to be on sale from Thanksgiving on. All of the clothes and most other merchandise have been on a 40% to any other higher amount percent off since it arrived in the store. Truthfully, the constant sales take the fun out of shopping. No longer can we say, "Look what bargain I found!" Macy's has had so many largest sales event days that I can't count them. Shouldn't we as consumers begin to become highly skeptical of the merchanisers' pricing? Shouldn't someone begin a Tea Party among shoppers? I wonder where the Merchandise Tea Party might have their Christmas party? (Before I continue, this part is a jab at being humorous at the expense of someone I love dearly.) Maybe they could party up the a** of a reindeer.

Oh, well, I digress. Actually, I did go shopping today. I went to a local discount store. I think there were two other cars in the parking lot. My lions got their new neck wear. Of course, some would say that I decorated late for Christmas, but I call it their Mardi Gras decorations. I've been in New Orleans after Christmas--and even at Mardi Gras time. The homes are decked out in beautiful decorations. They really know how to make the neighborhoods festive. The Mardi Gras colors aren't far from Christmas colors; therefore, I think I can get away with what I've used. Of course, my neighbors thought I was crazy today while I stood in hip deep piled snow to secure the wreaths. I think I picked the windiest and coldest time of the day to do the outside work. I think I was seconds away from frostbite. New Orleans doesn't experience that while decorating their mansions.

I might mention now that I know I don't have a mansion like the South, but my home does have a name, Dande Lion Manor. Everyone is greeted by my two lions at the end of the driveway. (I'm also known as the Concrete Queen of my little berg because I have had a huge concrete drive put in--just short of a landing strip.) But the house did not get its name from my lions, they were an added feature. You've guessed it! Those pesky little yellow weeds have thrived because of my thumb--obviously not green, just lazy.

I hope those of you who went out to find bargains today did just that. I, on the other hand, am still bone cold from my purchases today. Like I hinted, no bargains really existed for me today. Brrrr!!!!!

CHRISTMASES OF YESTERYEAR

This is a Christmas tree at my Grandma J's home. In the eyes of a child, this was the most beautiful addition to a living room that I could have imagined. Through the eyes of an adult, I can see where many would consider this a Charlie Brown Christmas tree. That is what photographs will do. It brings tears to my eyes to see how calloused my opinion about the beauty of Christmas is and should be. I don't know when it happened. However, now I'm starting to revert. I wish that children now could be more appreciative of less. Less is more, right?

The tree was not up for long. I wouldn't be surprised if there is no water at the bottom. Trees weren't up long. Not many bulbs. This tree didn't have any children-made ornaments like most of our trees. The strands of tinsel didn't even make it around the tree--but ours at home were made of popcorn and cranberries. Grandma's strands were special.

I can tell which presents were from my Aunt Sis, grandma's sister. She made the most beautiful packages. Whenever I'd sneak a peek at the tree after Aunt Sis arrived, I'd be super thrilled. I had the most beautiful packages. However, I'd be disappointed. I don't know how long it took me to realize that my name and my grandma's name were the same. Aunt Sis gave Grandma those beautiful packages. Oh, she made all of ours special too, but not like Grandma's.

I can tell the following picture is at Christmas time. My mother would take pine boughs and decorate the dining room window sill. Also, our uncle from California always sent fruit. We didn't seem to have oranges at any other time. Those oranges were huge--and sweet!

This picture was taken when I was eight years old. It was our year to have Christmas. One year we'd go to Grandma F's, the next to Grandma J's and the next we'd stay home and WAIT for everyone to arrive. I can't begin to tell you how full of anticipation I was. We children had already been allowed to open our stockings. Mom would hope that would tide us over a bit. I hated having to wait. Everyone would arrive at different times, and the minutes seemed like hours.

I'm sure I was up to something. My sister was peeking around the corner, probably hoping I would get into trouble. Moms are more understanding at Christmas time. I, unfortunately, missed out on that part of life. Maybe that is why I have commercial Christmas feelings and yearn for the emotional feelings.

It is Christmas Eve. I am going to a friend's house that will be alive with little children's laughter. I will not see my childhood tree. In its place I will see a perfectly shaped Douglas fir with decorations that are perfectly placed and perfectly color coordinated. I hope I have a good time. I will pity the kids--not outloud, because I know they will never have the special memories I had. And they were very special and no photograph can take those memories away.

Once again, and I'm happy to say it--

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU!!!

ONLY CHRISTMAS HAPPINESS

Commercial Christmas is meant to be happy. Even the birth of Christ is a happy moment. Therefore, no sad, sentimental stories should be told at Christmas time. I will say many charities thrive on sad stories to generate donations. OK, do those stories on Black Friday. After that, only happy stories, movies, songs, and any other form of media. Too many people are suffering at Christmas because of some personal reason: death, divorce, illness...too many to list. Suicide is high at Christmas time. No need for sad stories exists!!!

One time I was driving to my parents' home for my Christmas vacation. It might be hard to believe, but I rarely used the radio even though the drive was nearly two hours and a half. However, I turned the radio on that evening's trip. The radio station I turned to was showcasing the top twenty-five (I really can't remember the number, but they lasted the entire trip) saddest Christmas songs. I cried all the way. What possessed me to remain on that station can not be determined. I think I was totally surprised about the multitude of sad songs. What possesses song writers to write tearjerkers--for Christmas no less!!

I watched a story on NBC this morning. I knew I should have turned the station. It was about a little girl who had died of brain cancer. All day long that sadness has stayed in my mind. I had a teacher friend one time who really liked sad stories because they made him realize how well off he was. Sad stories do not have that effect on me.

I plead--Media outlets, please put a moratorium on sadness during the month of December. Maybe keep sadness out until April when the sun starts shining again. It's OK to make people laugh. It's good to make people laugh and/or smile.

Merry Christmas!! (How can anyone say that after being depressed by a sentimental story?) While I'm at it--Have a Happy 2011!!!

Scolded

Did someone ever say something that in around about way sounded like it was meant for you? I have a niece who is a "prolific" blogger. I put the word prolific in italics because that is the word she used. She was talking about her blog and how she didn't get her first two choices for her blog title. Actually, I like her title. I thought she had shown much creativity with her title. She was...shall I say whining about how blogs should be dropped if the blogger hadn't used the site for a period of time. That way others can use the blog title if they would use it frequently because they are prolific bloggers. She was nice enough to say that if a blog had been opened in 2001 and not used since, it should be dropped. I opened a blog earlier in the year, but I have not used it much. There are reasons:

1. I have a relatively boring life.
2. I seem to be busy grading papers--I happen to be an English teacher. (I have decided that in my next life I will not be an English teacher. I have begun a mind set--hoping that it will follow me into my next life--to be a wife of a wealthy, all around good guy, who doesn't want his wife to work. To compensate not working, I will be absorbed in charity work. I think I want to relive 1930's movies.)
3. Since I am an English teacher, I'm afraid readers will criticize my elementary style writing. My vocabulary has never progressed much past the 7th grade level.
4. I'm embarrassed that I don't have cute pictures to put on the blog.
5. My writing would even bore me that I'd fall asleep before finishing.

Maybe I'll write again tomorrow. I'm on Christmas vacation. That's right--not on a holiday vacation or winter break. I like to call my time off Christmas vacation. I should be grading my semester finals, or I should be doing some organization work...but I somewhat want to try becoming a prolific writer. I don't want to cheat anyone out of the blogspot Cacophony.

(Just to play it safe in case I don't get back very soon--Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!)

Why Can't English Teachers Write

Only a few people know that I have a blog. They don't check it very often because I don't write much. For some reason I looked at my own entry from earlier this week. Wow! What a grammatical error staring right at me. After commenting about an error to a fellow blogger, I am surprised she didn't slam me a good one. Karma can be a b*tch!!

Today I told a fellow worker how awful his sister-in-law looked. I did start off by saying I had no reason to talk, but I don't ever seem to know when to stop. I even commented on his nephews. Thankfully, this particular worker is a friend, or least he used to be, and on top of that, he calls his brother estranged. I guess I let loose because years ago that sister-in-law was sort of nasty to me. I wonder what Karma will have in store for me now.

Are All Men's Idol Bob the Builder?

The school where I punch the time clock everyday has started some renovation work. This is not the first overhaul since it opened in 1961, but for some reason, a big deal is being made. I think it is so the guys can wear hard hats and drool at the large equipment.

Since I sponsor the yearbook, I have easy access to a camera. Frequently I go outside to take pictures of the progress. It is amazing how fast progress is being made. When the ground shakers were working, they would go right up to the windows, and the kids would move because they thought the machines were going to go through the wall. Little did the kids know that the teachers paid extra for that feature. Just kidding. It was amazing to see that kids could move fast. The only other time they move like they have some place to go is when the lunch bell rings.

My principal and the assistant have their very own hard hats now--and forever!! What is it about the hat? They have hard heads already. Just kidding, again. Me?? I couldn't care less about jumping on the big bulldozer, driving the dump truck, and (especially) wearing that stupid hat. Sorry guys. That fantasy is all yours.

No Green Thumb on This Hand!!

It may not appear that I like flowers, but I do. The only problem is that I am not a good gardener. As a matter of fact, silk flowers have a problem maintaining their appearance in my home. Since I've gone through the stage of planting bulbs and digging them up in the fall, I don't attempt that type of flower. As a matter of fact, I found out that if there is any type of frost, bulbs are goners. They have no forgiveness for the gardener.

I have tried the hanging baskets, but I found out that they need watered too much. I think that my formative years were spent hearing, "Turn off that water," or "You don't need to have that water on." I figured Mother Nature should assist outdoor plants. My hanging baskets didn't give any forgiveness to this gardener; therefore, I don't invest in hanging baskets anymore. Every once in a while, I may get a hanging basket in the spring from someone who doesn't know my brown thumb syndrome.

I have even attempted throwing some seeds into the ground, hoping for the best. I do like to have cut flowers in the house and on my desk at school. This year near the end of May I purchased some seeds for flowers marked as flowers for a butterfly garden. I put the seeds in three different areas--all with different results.

I am having difficulty placing these pictures!! Anyway, the picture directly above this was taken in my front yard. I trimmed some of the tree limbs yesterday so that the flowers could have more sun. As I was doing that, a mourning dove flew out of the top where she has a nest. I hate those birds!! The picture at the top is a close up. If you look closely, you will see a white butterfly on the flower by the trunk. In the back, there is a yellow butterfly.

I had other pictures of the other flower beds, but maybe I'll attempt those another day. I not only don't have a green thumb, but I also don't have a camera finger.

Being with Your Own Kind

Everyone feels comfortable around his or her kind--whether it would be family, workers, or any group with the same interests. As an educator, I am frequently hounded with questions about teaching from people who have no idea what educators do. I occasionally feel as if I have to defend myself and my profession. Sometimes when people ask me what I do, I just respond that I work at a school. They take an extra look at me and probably think I work in the kitchen. I say, "Let them!" It isn't that I'm not proud of my profession because I'm very proud and passionate about my job.

[A picture of downtown Spokane]

Last week I was with my own. DKG--an honorary society for key women teachers. It was great! We all had the same interests and feelings about education. We didn't have to defend our salaries--one of my pet peeves. We have our students as our top priority at school. For some teachers, school work takes time from their own families. I have often told younger teachers to restrict the amount of their extracurriculars so that they still have plenty of time with their young children. However, younger teachers are the ones who need more money and in turn that means more sponsorships or coaching.

[Picture from an HBO show about hipsters]

We had great speakers. Amanda Gore, an Australian, was one of the best. She introduced me to a new term for a group of people in our country now: hipsters. I hadn't heard about them before, but when I got back to Indiana, I saw a book about them in Barnes and Nobles. Hipsters are a group of young adults who live on trust funds. They remind me of a cross between hippies and the homeless. Even though they have plenty of money, they play the system and get food stamps and other aid because on paper they don't work. I don't mean to blow their cover, but shouldn't something like this be looked into?

Anyway, it was great being with my own kind for a few days. I am glad to be a teacher. It is a great profession. When students come back years after I have had them in class and ask me, "Remember when....?" Many times I don't, but at least I know that I did make an impression on them. And many have made impressions on me!!

School is just around the corner. I get as excited as a first grader going to school. I have trouble sleeping the night before the first day. When I don't have that feeling, I know that it will be time to hang up my chalk. Fortunately, I am still excited. It helped being around all those other lady teachers. They are still excited also.