Sunday, August 29, 2010
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Now, those of you that know me, know that I LOVE my ex-father-in-law. He was the first "real" father I ever had, other than a few uncles. I married his son at 18 and I was still a kid, so he had some influence on who I became. He is a great man. With that being said, here's the story of the day.
About 2pm, I met them at the Sportsplex, where they were enjoying the Elk Expo, to take them around "section 3" .( I think the hunting area is divided into multiple sections over several counties.) While driving, they proceed to tell me where they can and can't hunt and that they can not hunt on Consol (coun-cil) property. (Please remember, all four of these men live in or were raised in Wisconsin...accent, folks...accent.) I was like, "I don't even know what this is. How do you spell it?"...and then I burst out laughing after they did, because it turns out, they can't hunt on CONSOL's(con-sol) property. CONSOL (http://www.consolenergy.com/) is an energy(coal mining) company that probably owns ALL the property where the ELK roam...reclaimed mountaintops!
Anyway, I took them around the mountains of east KY, to show them my home. It was a wonderful time and I loved seeing my ex-FIL and my ex-BIL, but I loved meeting Carl! Carl is Shawn's father. Shawn is ex-BIL's neighbor/friend/hunting buddy/Wisconsin-ite! He was a nice guy, too...but all of those guys in the truck, combined, did not hold the enthusiasm of Carl. Carl had the gift of gab--like I do, but he was very genuine when asking questions about the locals...ie. education level, occupations, drug problems, rural living, etc. He was a wonderful participant in my tour talks.
At the end of the day, I took them back to the EXPO, where they were going to a "beast feast", I think, and said good-bye. However, Carl thanked me again and again, and I was really glad to have met him. I thought to myself, "I like this ol' guy too bad we can't stay in touch" when from out of left field Carl says, "hey, you got Facebook?" Why yes, Carl, I do.
Here's to a new friendship and how Facebook is not that bad!...LOL.
P.S. They didn't see any elk that day except on a sign...and that is a funny story for another day, too!
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
This particular doc moved me b/c it takes place in a little town very similar to my own. Lead by a teacher, like me, she aims to teach tolerance to her students, but ends up teaching the whole town...the whole world a lesson! It is amazing!
If you need to be motivated or reminded of the human spirit, this is a movie for you.
Thank you Sandra Roberts and Whitwell Middle School...you have taught me a great lesson!
Thursday, August 19, 2010
I am walking back to my classroom, after dropping my kids off for lunch, when I fall.
Yes, I fell. Just lost my footing and went flying forward...like Superman.
It was funny, but not nearly as funny as NO ONE seeing it!
I know I have a small school, but at any given time there is at least 300 people in the building, but NO ONE saw it...LOL. I went flying through the air...hands stretched out...face flat on the floor!
I am so upset, not a single soul saw my wipeout. It's not even on tape somewhere so that I can watch it at a later date! COME ON!
Oh well, the life of a Klutz!
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Hard for me to say this, but it wasn't too bad. I was horrible, don't get me wrong! But he allowed me to die, and die, and die...while learning to play. He is a very honorable "gamer" and very patient....LOL.
All this aside, after putting in "my" game time, I came into the office to work, write, and catch up on the blog. After 20 minutes, I heard the worst cursing, and yelling, and carrying on in the TV room. It was him...yelling at Mario!
I thought it was funny, but sweet at the same time...because no matter how I played, it was OK, but that Mario, according to the words I heard flying out of his mouth, must not know how to do anything right!...LOL.
From the time I go to bed, 'til the time I put my head on my pillow, right behind thoughts of my girls and my hub, is good ol' Beaver Creek.
I want every child to WANT to come to school. I want every child to LEARN.
I am surrounded by a staff that has the same enthusiasm as I do and I believe it is going to be a better place tomorrow than it is today. I think with each passing day--it will get better. Scores will go up, attendance will improve, and our "new teacher" high morale will trickle down to the students and out into the community! Beavers will become achievers.
Who's the best? BCS
This is what I was meant to do...I believe!
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
Sunday, August 1, 2010
It was a wonderful trip.
Throughout the week, it was a celebration of Kim.
Kim was an organ donor, so somewhere she has spread her love through sight and touch. I thought of that often this week, someone looking through her eyes and seeing the beauty of the world for the first time. Knowing how she had loved her life more than ever in the end and how her own view had changed.
Watching her mother make arrangements for her was, by far , the most difficult. Seeing her boyfriend/best friend, with his head hanging down, just nodding with no words. It was a painful, but awakening time for me. I NEVER want my kids or husband to have to do that, make those decisions so soon after losing me. I am going to make all my plans and get all my "stuff" in order ASAP.
The hardest time, maybe for all of us, was packing her personal belongings. Five days ago, she was in this bed, sitting in this chair, wearing these shoes, putting on this makeup...her mother lives so far away, it had to be done at this time, and she was not ready for it, none of us were. It was difficult, to say the least. This is, also, when she had to pick out her final clothes, her final jewelry, see her final place of living...there was so much finality.
We were all overcome with grief.
On Thursday night, we had dinner and a little drink, and quietly celebrated her life...by living.
Kim's service was 100% Kim...the only exception was no karaoke...LOL. People came to visit her and left, and came and left, and came and left... it's a good thing too, because sometimes people annoyed her...LOL.
When it was time for the service, the music started and our minds were clear that her wishes were met and wherever she was, hopefully looking down on us,
she was smiling...
no, she was laughing...
Take a Chance, Take a Chance, Take a Chance
If you change your mind, I'm the first in line
Honey I'm still free take a chance on me
If you need me, let me know, gonna be around
If you've got no place to go, if you're feeling down
If you're all alone when the pretty birds have flown
Honey I'm still free take a chance on me
Gonna do my very best and it ain't no lie
If you put me to the test, if you let me try
Take a chance on me
That's all I ask of you honey
Take a chance on me
We love you, girl.
Thanks for the memories, the love, the laughter.