It's kinda strange to think about it, but a new year is upon us. 2008. Hmph . . . it means my birthday is in two days, and I'm well, not so young anymore. I'm still a young adult, but . . .
I knew I would be the last of my girl friends to get married. They all laughed at me, and didn't believe me. Yet I never thought I'd be this far along in life and still single. I thought I'd have kids by now. HA! well I guess I do. Several infact, but hey, I get to send them home at the end of the school day. ;)
So back to my first thought, what will 2008 bring? 2007 brought a feeling of success at teaching again, completion of my standard teaching certification, and my two little mischievous and absolutely adorable 'lil girls Brindi and Gemma (We've decided to share a birthday since the vet thought they were about 3 months old in March), friends to teach and work with and more.
So, 2008 . . . ?
Monday, December 31
Sunday, December 30
Eyes that are Red . . . PINK EYE!!!
ERG!!! So I woke up this morning, and my eyes are red again. Tim's Fault, he got pink eye last weekend, now I have it this weekend. ERG!!!
Have to go get some eye drops. :P
YUCK!
Have to go get some eye drops. :P
YUCK!
Tuesday, December 25
Did you get what your mom wanted for Christmas?
Wish dad had come too . . . oh well, we had fun.
More later!
Hope you all had a lovely Christmas afternoon too.
Monday, December 24
Merry Christmas!
I just had a delightful evening with friends. It was all unexpected, we got a call this afternoon saying come over for the evening. We did, it was lovely. I like spontaneous evenings with friends. :)
I hope and pray that you all have a lovely and blessed Christmas.
Love ya guys!
I hope and pray that you all have a lovely and blessed Christmas.
Love ya guys!
Sunday, December 23
Who is that stranger?
Yes . . . This is he . . . recognize him?
He let me cut his hair last night and turn the scruffy beard into a goatee :D
More pictures to come later from today's excursion . . . but wanted to get these out there.
:D
Christmas Vacation
Hmm, is it a vacation if you are still at home, and can possibly run into all your students at church? What is a vacation?
I'm hoping that this one is one filled with with some much needed sleep and some fun activities. I don't care about presents and all that . . . just hanging out and doing stuff with family and friends is perfect.
Though I will say, getting kids things is so much fun. Especially when they are the age my students are. :) I got each of my students a scarf, gloves and a hat. The girls all got red hats and gloves and an animal print (snow lepard) scarf and the boys black gloves, black scarf and a grey and black reversible hat. I have matching hats and gloves too. We had fun going around the school wishing everyone Merry Christmas. :) I guess the girls liked it well enough, they wore them to church yesterday too
:D
Ok, we're headed off to do some shopping soon . . . and to surprise people with my brother's new look. . . Pictures to come soon I hope :D
I'm hoping that this one is one filled with with some much needed sleep and some fun activities. I don't care about presents and all that . . . just hanging out and doing stuff with family and friends is perfect.
Though I will say, getting kids things is so much fun. Especially when they are the age my students are. :) I got each of my students a scarf, gloves and a hat. The girls all got red hats and gloves and an animal print (snow lepard) scarf and the boys black gloves, black scarf and a grey and black reversible hat. I have matching hats and gloves too. We had fun going around the school wishing everyone Merry Christmas. :) I guess the girls liked it well enough, they wore them to church yesterday too
:D
Ok, we're headed off to do some shopping soon . . . and to surprise people with my brother's new look. . . Pictures to come soon I hope :D
Saturday, December 15
Sunshine, Sabbath, Sadness, Silliness . . . sigh
What a beautiful morning to wake up to. Today the students had the church service at the two churches and I had decided I was not going to worry about any of it. I was just going to go with whatever. And you know, goof ups, spacey kids and all, it was lovely at both churches.
One of my kindergarten/1st graders was so tired and emotionally drained with what is going on in her home, that every little thing just puts her into a weepy state. Poor thing, all week long she's been breaking into tears at any little thing, and one of the other kids in the class noticed she was wearing her earrings and said to her that wearing ear rings was a sin and so forth. That was it for my little emotional child, she wasn't crying up front, but was very sad and just look like she was about to fall apart. I was sitting on the floor in front of them so I motioned for her to come down to sit next to me. She came down, cuddled into my lap and practically fell asleep. I really couldn't do much directing with my hands, for which I am VERY thankful for Jenni, my friend and our school aid who kept the kids going as my arms were full.
I love all my students, very much! And I have never seen a class that is more cuddlebuggy as mine is this year, which is fun and scary at the same time. NO wonder we all get tummy buggies and sniffles and such. hehe. Anytime I sit down, the kids in my class closest to me snuggle in, and if I don't prevent it, I will have on on my lap (more if they could figure out how) and the others crowded close in. However, this one little girl touches me in such a way. I haven't felt like this since my year as an SM, and one of the native kids there, the strong desire and wish to be able to take her away and into my home as my own. People always tease me about my mothering nature or whatever, but I haven't had that deep desire, mothering instinct feeling as I do for this little girl (besides my 'nephews' who I love so much, but don't worry about the same way because they have two parents who love them). If I could, if there was a way, I would adopt this little girl. Even though I am single, I would. I'm a firm believer that children need both parents, a mom and a dad, but when a child has really neither . . . She could really look like my little girl too. Dark, wavy hair and brown eyes like my mother's. :) She needs a lot of one on one, and I wouldn't be surprised if some counseling will be needed. Right now, I recognize the signs of a depressed child, and that breaks my heart, and scares me at the same time. Her situation isn't so bad. Her grandfather loves her a lot, as does her step-grandmother whom she calls Nanna. Her Nanna and Papa love her, yet they are caught in a tough situation because the mother won't give up her rights, and causes problems for them when they try to help. DRUGS!!! I despise drugs! Parent's who have been using drugs should have NO parental rights. The children! OH! it just makes me so angry, frustrated, and tremendously sad.
OH, and in this lovely state of New Mexico, they told the grandparents of this little girl that it isn't against the law to do drugs and breast feed, so they couldn't do anything for this little girl and her baby brother. The grandparents could become foster parents, and then the mom would have visiting and parenting rights several times a week. That just defies the purpose of protecting these kids and helping them to be loved, happy and successful with a destructive mom always horning in and causing trouble. It has been good for this little girl. Her mom is in jail right now, and she's never done better academically, however I know she could do much better in a more stable home and not just at Papa's and Nana's on weekends. Please pray for this little girl and her family. I worry what will become of her if things don't change soon for her. Her mother doesn't want to give up parental rights to her dad because she likes having this beautiful little girl and getting praise for such a cute little girl . . . yet she just ignores her otherwise. Please pray for wisdom for myself with my daily interactions with her.
Well, I wondered there a bit. I was telling how the Sabbath programs went well. I'm so thankful for the people I work with able to just keep things going. :) It is such a blessing, and hey, NO WORRIES!!! I even was able to just relax in the car while driving home. No, I wasn't driving, else my eyes would not have been shut. We then had a lovely supper with the family, and I now am sitting here, listening to lovely music, watching the baby girls play or sleep inside, and outside I am watching the wind blow a tree branches under beautiful blue sky. Trials and frustrations and all, I am growing to love this place.
One of my kindergarten/1st graders was so tired and emotionally drained with what is going on in her home, that every little thing just puts her into a weepy state. Poor thing, all week long she's been breaking into tears at any little thing, and one of the other kids in the class noticed she was wearing her earrings and said to her that wearing ear rings was a sin and so forth. That was it for my little emotional child, she wasn't crying up front, but was very sad and just look like she was about to fall apart. I was sitting on the floor in front of them so I motioned for her to come down to sit next to me. She came down, cuddled into my lap and practically fell asleep. I really couldn't do much directing with my hands, for which I am VERY thankful for Jenni, my friend and our school aid who kept the kids going as my arms were full.
I love all my students, very much! And I have never seen a class that is more cuddlebuggy as mine is this year, which is fun and scary at the same time. NO wonder we all get tummy buggies and sniffles and such. hehe. Anytime I sit down, the kids in my class closest to me snuggle in, and if I don't prevent it, I will have on on my lap (more if they could figure out how) and the others crowded close in. However, this one little girl touches me in such a way. I haven't felt like this since my year as an SM, and one of the native kids there, the strong desire and wish to be able to take her away and into my home as my own. People always tease me about my mothering nature or whatever, but I haven't had that deep desire, mothering instinct feeling as I do for this little girl (besides my 'nephews' who I love so much, but don't worry about the same way because they have two parents who love them). If I could, if there was a way, I would adopt this little girl. Even though I am single, I would. I'm a firm believer that children need both parents, a mom and a dad, but when a child has really neither . . . She could really look like my little girl too. Dark, wavy hair and brown eyes like my mother's. :) She needs a lot of one on one, and I wouldn't be surprised if some counseling will be needed. Right now, I recognize the signs of a depressed child, and that breaks my heart, and scares me at the same time. Her situation isn't so bad. Her grandfather loves her a lot, as does her step-grandmother whom she calls Nanna. Her Nanna and Papa love her, yet they are caught in a tough situation because the mother won't give up her rights, and causes problems for them when they try to help. DRUGS!!! I despise drugs! Parent's who have been using drugs should have NO parental rights. The children! OH! it just makes me so angry, frustrated, and tremendously sad.
OH, and in this lovely state of New Mexico, they told the grandparents of this little girl that it isn't against the law to do drugs and breast feed, so they couldn't do anything for this little girl and her baby brother. The grandparents could become foster parents, and then the mom would have visiting and parenting rights several times a week. That just defies the purpose of protecting these kids and helping them to be loved, happy and successful with a destructive mom always horning in and causing trouble. It has been good for this little girl. Her mom is in jail right now, and she's never done better academically, however I know she could do much better in a more stable home and not just at Papa's and Nana's on weekends. Please pray for this little girl and her family. I worry what will become of her if things don't change soon for her. Her mother doesn't want to give up parental rights to her dad because she likes having this beautiful little girl and getting praise for such a cute little girl . . . yet she just ignores her otherwise. Please pray for wisdom for myself with my daily interactions with her.
Well, I wondered there a bit. I was telling how the Sabbath programs went well. I'm so thankful for the people I work with able to just keep things going. :) It is such a blessing, and hey, NO WORRIES!!! I even was able to just relax in the car while driving home. No, I wasn't driving, else my eyes would not have been shut. We then had a lovely supper with the family, and I now am sitting here, listening to lovely music, watching the baby girls play or sleep inside, and outside I am watching the wind blow a tree branches under beautiful blue sky. Trials and frustrations and all, I am growing to love this place.
Thursday, December 6
A Series of Random Events
A friend and colleague, whom I will just call G- (not that many of you who read this don't already know who G- is), seems to be the recipient of a series of random events of which could give someone of lesser esteem a complex. Between August 1st and December 6th of this year, G- has met with the police four times. I suggested that G- write a short book (though at the rate things are going, it could be pretty good sized) on the adventures and mis-adventures of G-'s first year in Farmington. Of course, it's so tempting to write about it . . .
G-'s story though gives a bit of a complex to those who work at the same place G- and I do. The story goes back before G- moved to Farmington. It goes back before I moved to Farmington.
Our place of work has had some pretty rough years. Though some people would like to place the blame on the current administration, the facts show the "company" has had trouble for several years before any of the current staff and administration were here.
Last year, the sickness and dirt grew into a pussy, infected boil. The pain generated from that boil was tremendous. When it finally burst, it was with relief, but a lot of heart ache. Very few were not exposed to the pussy lies and abuse that erupted from the infection.
Now, I'm not saying that it was all bad. In fact, it was a pretty good year. The Board is supportive (though it took them awhile to be completely so, which would be explained at a later point if I was to write this story fully) and the Superintendent is better then any I have worked under. The "clients" I work with are fun, loving, and just a hoot some days. And once the boil was exposed and lanced, it was (and still is in many ways) healing and recovering. Dirt did keep trying to get back into the wound and it's still a rather tender scar.
And thus, if I was going to write a story . . . but alas, I should not . . . or?
G-'s story though gives a bit of a complex to those who work at the same place G- and I do. The story goes back before G- moved to Farmington. It goes back before I moved to Farmington.
Our place of work has had some pretty rough years. Though some people would like to place the blame on the current administration, the facts show the "company" has had trouble for several years before any of the current staff and administration were here.
Last year, the sickness and dirt grew into a pussy, infected boil. The pain generated from that boil was tremendous. When it finally burst, it was with relief, but a lot of heart ache. Very few were not exposed to the pussy lies and abuse that erupted from the infection.
Now, I'm not saying that it was all bad. In fact, it was a pretty good year. The Board is supportive (though it took them awhile to be completely so, which would be explained at a later point if I was to write this story fully) and the Superintendent is better then any I have worked under. The "clients" I work with are fun, loving, and just a hoot some days. And once the boil was exposed and lanced, it was (and still is in many ways) healing and recovering. Dirt did keep trying to get back into the wound and it's still a rather tender scar.
And thus, if I was going to write a story . . . but alas, I should not . . . or?
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