Thursday, May 10, 2012

Proud Mommy Moments...Times Three....

I haven't participated in couple of weeks and now I have some bragging to do.  I may have to widen the doors in my house after this post, but not for me...for them!

This girl is turning into a remarkable young woman.  Sometimes I forget she is only 14.  Yes, Kristin only 14.  She likes to take care of me when I am down.  She won't miss school unless she is on death's door.  She went to school on Monday to finish state testing(and to see him) despite being right at that very door of death.  Yeah, I am proud of her.  She also stands up for her friends.  Her BFF has a glass eye, and when someone made fun of that, she about tore that kid a knew one.  She might have scared her man a little too. But that is okay.  It shows she is not to be crossed.  I love her.

 Oh this girl is my trial, my puzzle, and I have to say I am proud of her.  She struggles with school.  Going is our biggest fight.  But she goes.  It is never easy for either one of us.  But she does it.  She is funny, kind, and helpful.  And darn, but she is growing up too.

Ryan has a hard time being still for more than 1 second.  School is rough.  Despite that fact, he is one of the top students in the class.  And he was just awarded "Reader of the Month."  I was super impressed with that. 

What are your proud moments?  Link up with Emmymom and Kmama.





Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Pouring My Heart Out



Rather than my usual DWTS recap, today I am participating in Shell's POYHO.

I have been wanting to do this for a while now, but when DWTS is on I can't because my recap is on Wednesday.  And I also will forget.  Does that happen to you?  It happens to me.  All the time.  I just have too much going on.  Which is why I decided to do this today.

I am tired.  I spend so much time in my car driving that I literally dread it.  I am the taxi.  I do not want that as a job.  It would suck.  It's draining for one thing, and people are horrible drivers.  Some are okay, like me and you of course.  But the rest of them just plain suck.  And I just hate driving all day.  It's my whole day it seems.

I never knew I could do the things I do.  Make my kids go to school.  It's been especially challenging this year with my Little Middle.  I have had to really crack down on her.  She may hate me right now, but I know what is best.  She always comes back happy.  It's rough though.  I know how much I hated going.  But I fight the good fight and get her going.  It's exhausting.

I am the it person.  Mom will do it.  Oh she'll do it.  Wife will do it.  How did I get that part?  I don't recall auditioning for it.  I certainly didn't ask for it.  It's a crummy role I tell ya.  And I am worn out.  I have been worn out for  a very long time.  Most days I can push through.  It may not be easy.  But I do.  I cried all through Sacrament on Sunday.  Literally.  I could not stop.  It was just that bad.  I hate crying.  It makes your head hurt, your eyes get all puffy, your face turns red, and if you're lucky like me you get a nice little rash on your chin.  It didn't resolve anything.  It did release some tension, but I decided enough was enough.
Bleeding is overrated anyway.  So the next day?  I was the polar opposite.  I was almost commit-able. I didn't care, laughing is way better than crying any day.  

I think I have a long road ahead.  Growing pains too.  I may choose to bleed some more.  But I also might choose to go Jack Bauer.
He shoots without asking questions.  Most days, I agree with his tactics.  The rest...I would likely practice them.  (hehe)  I have to put a little humor into this post so that it is not totally dreary.  

I did watch DTWS and I think Len is a big meany head!  I love LOVED Maria and Derek's Triple partner dance, a Bollywood style Samba that was spunky and cute. Len, of course, hated it.  I think Carrie Ann and Bruno gave them at least 9's but maybe 10's.  Old curmudgeon Len gave them an uncalled for SEVEN!  What a butt!  Still they are safe and onto the semi-finals!  Yippeee.  They had a double elimination this week:  Roshon and Chelsie--aww poor kid hung his head like a kicked pup.  And Melissa and Maks.  IT WAS HER BIRTHDAY!!!!

What is weighing heavy on your mind.  Poor your heart out, and link up with Shell!

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Gremlins

I am convinced that there are gremlins living in my house.  How else could you explain the messes?  I can not keep up either.  *Whispering* I tried something...I left my dishes for four days.  And do you know what?
There they are!!!  The Gremlins made sure they stayed put!  Nasty gremlins.

I am in the ultimate poking war with one of my best friends.  I started it.  An innocent little poke.  She poked back.  And then she left this message:

So this is a major quick-draw war, girl!!
And from that it has moved into pictures and pokes.  Last night we sent pictures back forth.  She started with Captain Picard.  I countered with Janeway.  She answered with Han Solo and I tried with Captain Jack.  Well we all know how that went down...
 *Swoon*
Oh I can't wait to see what today brings!

Kristin has been sick.  She barely made it through the last of her state testing yesterday.  She made it though, and managed to stay through lunch.  Why stay through lunch???  Well to spend time with the boy of course.  ;)  Then she came home and went to sleep.  She is home today.  She must be ill!!!  I guess he will be pining away today.  I tell you, these two are smitten.    Somebody just shoot me....
Remember when I shot Emmy?  Yeah well she shot me back when I needed it!  It's good to have friends who will help you bury the body and who will shoot you when it is absolutely necessary!

Monday, May 7, 2012

Crystal Apple Awards






My church hosts The Crystal Apple Awards where our Seminary students get to nominate their favorite teacher.  It can't just be a favorite teacher either.  This teacher has to have gone the extra mile, made the student want to better themselves and improve those around them.  Sounds like an impossibility doesn't it?  But 65 teachers in three high schools were nominated.  Three teachers were awarded the Crystal Apple in each school and 6 teachers from each school were given an honorable mention.

One teacher from a school that was not my daughter's school was an Air Force Retiree.  He is an ROTC teacher now.  What I found interesting about him was, he was headed to Homeland Security about the time my husband was to retire.  He would have been doing the same job.  He told me he found no satisfaction at that level.  That he wasn't reaching anyone.  His commander then told him, it was teens he needed to reach.  He was adamant and said, "No way!"  But all things fell into place and he became the ROTC instructor.  And a darned good one, as he has impacted many.

Another recipient was a Biology teacher who said, whenever she tells people she teaches that subject people always say the same thing, "Ugh!  I hated that subject."  And she wanted kids to be excited about learning period.  And that there was so much more about the subject itself.  She sounded like a cool teacher.  I talked to her as well.  I remembered my Biology teacher.  He was awesome.  He went the extra mile for me.  He made sure I didn't get lost in the system.  And had they done these awards when I was in school, I would have entered him and a few others....

Which brings me to this...

Mr.  Ostrowski my Biology teacher.  He made sure this kid didn't get lost in a class full of kids who didn't give a crap.  I struggled to get a C most days.  Sweat blood to get a B and never dreamed of a A.  So maybe at the end of the school year I was teacher's pet, but he cared about all of his students, even the ones who didn't care.

Any and all my drama teachers.  Our drama department was so poor.  But our teachers were spirited and fun.  They played and let us be our misfit selves.  They also challenged us with Shakespeare and Greek Tragedies.  Some of them sang with us.  Some of them we crushed on.

English teachers who encouraged my writing even when I said in an essay that teachers were mean and only there to babysit(more or less).  The teacher who received that essay gave me an A for the paper saying only this:  Teachers like that need to get out of the profession.  He was spot on!
Who was your favorite teacher?  How would you honor them?