Where I'm From...

Tomorrow is going to be a great day. We are going to use George Ella Lyons poem Where I'm From as a mentor text and write our own poems. I'm going to use this as a hook...



I think I'll even write a new one for me...

I'm from the land of the red man,
from all night preaching and tent meetings.
I'm from peanuts poured in an ice cold RC Cola.
I'm from the memosa tree that stood between my house and my grandmother's house. The place where we sat every summer night and watched fireflies dance.

In light of all the budget cuts, state mandated testing, etc...I think it is time to have a little fun again.

If it weren't for Bad News...

...there'd be no news at all.

A very depressing day here in GA. Makes you wish you "had your toes in the ocean and your ass in a chair."

Last night the School Board held an open forum meeting and trust me things are bad. There is talk of cutting all the fine arts out of schools to save money. Our district is about 1.9 million in the hole. This is nothing compared to other counties. Our budget cuts are fixing to go deep to make up the deficit. UUGGHH! Not fun. Of course, I guess the only place individuals can make up the deep cuts to our paycheck is in the grocery store, and I don't think that's going to happen.

Today while I was giving that infernal CRCT a friend left me a voice mail. I looked at the number and knew it was not going to be good news, but I never expected what she said. A good friend of ours from over in Augusta was going into his pawn shop yesterday morning and interupted a robbery in progress. They shot him several times and killed him. One of the nicest men around. It was shocking.

Then when I got home the doctor's office called and said we needed to talk about a test I'm scheduled to take next week and my insurance. What??? Trust me if they are wanting $500 I won't be taking the test.

So in honor of all the misery. I'm making roasted chicken, roasted carrots, and squash casserole. Bon appetit! Oh yes, and I've opened a bottle of wine!

GLAD

Today SIL posted on FB that she didn't know what to do, because two year old would not sit in the chair to get his hair cut without throwing a fit. I suggested MeMe (Her MIL who was a beautician) and that I sat with mine in the chair and it worked out okay. Then...

Her friends started posting. They had the same trouble...what to do. They would have their mothers take them, plan sneak attacks during nap time, etc....

At this point I danced around the computer saying thank you Jesus that I am 50! That I spanked my kids to make them mind. And (holding breath....) it freakin' worked. And...they did not grow up to be drug dealers or child abusers. They are professional, college graduates, types....

Dear Jesus how did we all survive with mothers and fathers who believed in spankings........perhaps young ones you should check out the BOOK again.

Weekends-An attempt at poetry

Weekends

Alas the weekend arrives,
full of activities and drive.

Yet some welcome it with open arms,

Knowing the rest will help them recharge.

Unfortunately, there are the rest of us,

who know that weekends only mean more fuss.

There are clothes to wash, houses to clean, papers to write, and papers to grade.

There's work to be done, Sunday School lessons to study, and lawn to be mowed.

No recharging for these folks.

Just a lot more work.

Perhaps our lives are too busy and that's why we stay so sick,

we are overcome with worry and stress.

I think we need classes so we can lick

our weariness.

Newest Addition

Life is Good!!! New cookbook just arrived.

Love Confession...

...okay, I'm in love with a blog. I know it is like crazy!!!!

If you haven't seen The Lettered Cottage then go there immediately. For some reason I look at her beautiful pictures and I find peace. The cottage look is so me. She shows a picture of a white bedroom with bold splashes of green and I melt.

Now here's my problem, love of my life does not appreciate the beauty and serenity I find in the cottage look.

Dan's taste in design...

My taste in design...

I wonder if these two designs can ever merge?

Spring Break

We are on Spring Break this week, and yesterday we literally slept the day away!! So this morning started with sweet hubby bringing me breakfast. How sweet was that! However, today must be dedicated to writing. This dissertation has drawn out way to long. Too many things have pulled at my mind ( CRCT, classroom work, and my own children). I need to stay focused this week and accomplish this goal. Wednesday is hair appointment day. Then my week will be winding down.

On a bright note our taxes are finished and there is a small refund involved. So that will be very nice. Matt is doing much better this semester at college. He seems to have found his niche...in journalism.

In a crazy moment I signed up to teach summer school. So my next break will start June 24th.

Spring is HERE!!!

Let me start by saying in my Southern world spring arrives when the weather is warm enough to warrent one of these...a Sonic Cherry Limeade. I love them. I got one Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. For anyone cost conscience...Happy hour is from 2-4 and ALL drinks are 1/2 price. Gotta love it!!!!!!!!

Anyway we've been super busy here at the homestead. Dan was off Friday and worked in the yard. I got off at noon and went for my reflexology appointment, then went shopping. Unfortunately, my back did not enjoy shopping. So I've been in tremendous pain since then. Saturday I finally took the loratab in hopes of being able to cook. It worked.

Saturday I went for a pedicure. I go to this super little place in Covington. People have standing appointments there, just like at a beauty shop. However, I'm too busy listening to conversations while there to relax. Every time I go there are some true Southern Belles and they are young girls. They talk with a drawl, and put on airs, really it is great entertainment. How do you get that full of yourself in today's world? But I love it!!!

Sunday we went and had Easter dinner with the Stork family (our in-laws) and got to see Drew and Nicole. It was wonderful. I loved seeing my big kids. We even played a game. We got home and Matt finished laundry. He got up this morning to go back to Tifton, made it in time for class, and made a 91 on his last test.

**note Nicole has on a good 3 inch heel in this photo.**

Happy Easter