Monday, December 31, 2007

Oh My Lord! What Have We Done?!?


Here's a picture of the ring I picked out. His family got to see it for the first time this weekend. Everyone seems genuinely happy for us, but then they started asking questions. Are you going to get married up here or in Malden? What church are you thinking about? Sacred Heart (Kenny's home parish), Borgia (our parish), St. Ann's (my parish in Malden)? How big is the wedding party going to be? Who's going to be your attendants? What about a reception? Have you started looking for a dress? What about catering?

And that's when it hit me. This is really happening, and I have absolutely no idea what I want, what I should do first, where to go for the dress, anything! Honestly, I never thought I'd get married. I watched all of my friends go through it, but I never really put myself in this position. I guess I didn't realize that I was starting to freak out until this morning at approximately 1:00 AM. I was STILL awake watching a marathon of "Say Yes to the Dress" on TLC. Kenny comes in and says, "Are you still up?", to which I sort of wail, "There is not one dress on this show that I would wear and I've been watching it all night!" The only dress I would feel comfortable even considering was the one picked out by an Orthodox Jewish rabbi's daughter. One dress out of 6 hours of watching this show! First of all, all the brides are sticks (in case you've forgotten, I'm not), and apparently none of them have any thought to modesty. There was this one dress that several of the brides chose. It cost $6,600 and the top of it was shaped like a corset. While the part that covers the breasts had a lining, the rest of the top didn't, so you could see their skin through the dress. I compare it to Madonna's attire in the "Like a Virgin" video. I don't want strapless, I don't want a ballgown, I want sleeves. Are sleeves too much to ask? What I really want is Paula Deen's wedding dress from when she recently got married. It was simple, but pretty and it looked comfortable. But, she's Paula Deen, I'm not, and I'm sure I couldn't even afford it.

So, if there are any suggestions from all of you former brides out there, I'd appreciate it. Right now, eloping to Vegas and getting it blessed when we get home is starting to sound much less complicated. I could handle getting married by Elvis!

Monday, December 24, 2007

Merry Christmas

I'm in Malden at my parents' house for the holidays! The insanity has already started and the living room is full of presents. Every year we say we are going to limit what we buy for each other, and honestly, we don't buy that much in the way with gifts, but as the family is expanding, so is the amount of gifts brought to the folks' at Christmas.

Speaking of the family expanding, I have some news that many of you may be a little shocked to hear. I'm engaged! Kenny has asked, and I've accepted. It happened a while back, but we agreed to keep it quiet until all of his family was told. I picked out a non-traditional engagement ring. Instead of diamonds, I chose sapphires. While picking out your ring may not be romantic to some, Kenny wanted me to choose my ring because as he said, "You're going to be wearing it from here on out, so you need to get what you want." I did some research and found out that it's only been recently that engagement rings were only thought of to be diamonds. Sapphires were a traditional choice due to the symbolism of the stone, namely fidelty and honesty, both essential qualities of a good marriage. Kenny is spending his first Christmas with my family and is in the living room doubling as a jungle gym for my niece. "You're funny Kenny!" was the quote from Mellissa, so he's fitting right in.

I hope all of you have a blessed Christmas. Enjoy the time with family and friends and keep safe.

Monday, November 26, 2007

Thanksgiving

Okay, I'm not trying to be critical here, but Thanksgiving was, hmm....interesting. I took Bob's advice and went ahead and made my mom's broccoli cheese casserole, along with 2 of the Etter broccoli cheese casserole. One was completely eaten, the other one was thrown away. I made it, they all said it tasted good, but after reheating it for the third time and only a small corner being eaten, I pitched it. Sorry, I don't enjoy food poisoning to start the holiday season. Next year, I'll follow my own inner Food Network Star and make one of theirs and one of mine. I hate wasting food.

Another highlight included the grease fire before we got there. As I stared at the black soot on the ceiling and cabinets, all I could think of was the song "Burning Down the House". The food was okay, but it was served on Kenny's mom's wedding China. I know my limitations, I took a Corelle plate from the kid's table. Some things I refuse to leave to fate.

The incident that killed Thanksgiving was Kenny's brother Greg and his bag of rocks. Greg is an environmental engineer. He lives in Atlanta, is super smart, and goes to these panning for gold places in the mountains of northern Georgia for fun. He brought up two big bags of rocks and forced everyone to pan for gold and gems in the kitchen sink. It created such a mess that no one could get out food for the traditional late evening snack. Since he coopted everyone, no games were played, no holiday movies were watched, very little conversation was had. I read through the Black Friday ads from the paper about 3 times. Needless to say, this ranks up there with some of the worst holiday experiences I've ever had. On Friday, we all met at Kenny's brother's, Mike's, house to eat some more and head to Washington's Christmas parade. Greg got mad because we refused to do more rocks. I'm just glad I get to be home at Christmas with my family. We may be insane, but at lease we always have a good time!

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Yay for the Chili 5 Way!

Kenny and I made our first trip to the newly opened Steak and Shake here in Washington last evening! The food was yummy Steak and Shake fare and the service was surprisingly fast and efficient. Finally, I was able to purchase my all time favorite, the Chili 5 Way, without having to drive 25 miles away to find a Steak and Shake. More and more, it's the little things that make me happy.

Monday, November 19, 2007

My First Thanksgiving Away from Malden

It's finally hitting me that I won't be in Malden this year for Thanksgiving. This is my first official "big" holiday away from my family. Having never expected to find myself in this situation, I'm now embarking on what all of my other friends have had to adapt to: deciding which family to go to on the holidays. So, I'm spending Thanksgiving with Kenny and his family. Christmas will be with mine, Easter probably with his, and so on and so on. How weird and it's making me somewhat melancholy.

Obviously, I'll miss my family the most. However, I'm afraid at what kind of strange Thanksgiving fare I may be subjected to. I've been assigned to bring 2 broccoli and cheese casseroles. No problem, or so I thought, until I found out that I have to make Kenny's family's broccoli and cheese casserole, not my mom's broccoli, cheese, and rice casserole. They don't want the kind with rice in it. I didn't know there was any other way to make it. Strangely, I feel a little resentful that not only do I have to spend the holiday away from my family, I now have to give up one of my favorite casseroles, which I know is completely petty. I'm just going to miss some traditional German-family Thanksgiving grub, like my dad's fried turkey, dressing in a pan not stuffed inside the bird, cherry delight, and yes, broccoli,cheese and rice casserole. I just don't want to have to give up everything that I love about the holidays with my family and lose a connection to them. Plus, Kenny's family is so big and I guess I just feel a little overwhelmed and uncomfortable still yet. Any suggestions on getting over blending family traditions and foods?

Friday, November 16, 2007

I've been tagged!

Rules: Once tagged, you must link to the person who tagged you. Then post the rules before your list, and list 8 random things about yourself. At the end of the post, you must tag and link to 8 other people, visit their sites, and leave a comment letting them know they’ve been tagged.(I've been tagged by Brooke).

1. I have a day off from school! YAY! It's always nice to get a bonus day off (Thank you MSTA Convention) to sleep in and get some laundry done.
2. I am a member of MSTA and attended the convention yesterday as a delegate. I was three rows away from the govenor as he made his speech, and no, I didn't throw anything at him. I did think about it though. If you can't tell, I'm not a big fan of our present governor, due to what I feel are some poor social justice decisions he's made during his term in office.
3. One thing that calms me down and relaxes me is the sound of my cat, Mackie, purring loudly as she sleeps next to me. Never underestimate the power of a pet in making your life better!
4. One of my favorite drives in the St. Louis area is the Great River Road between Alton, IL and Pere Marquette State Park. Beautiful!
5. Speaking of the above post, I'm always surprised by the number of sail boats I see on the Mississippi when we drive the Great River Road. Are these people insane?!? There's no way I'd get on the Mississippi in a sailboat!
6. I'm addicted to Pasta House Salad. Sorry, I'm sure it's not healthy for me, but it's my go to meal when nothing else tastes good. (This would probably not be my go to meal if we had an Indian restaurant here in Washington. I keep dreaming!)
7. Speaking of food, I'm excited to announce that Steak and Shake opens this weekend here in Washington. I'm hoping to convince Kenny to go out to eat so I can get the chili. I may spluge and get that chili three way thingy. It's cold here today!
8. I'm finally taking the time to read Return to Big Stone Gap by Adriana Trigiani and The River Wife by Jonis Agee. Sometimes, you just have to make the time for relaxation activities, something I too often forget to do! Plus, how can I preach to my students to "Read, Read, Read" when I don't take the time to read myself for pleasure!
Unfortunately, I don't have eight people to link to! The ones I could link to have already been linked (see the list on my blogroll)! Oh well, here's my 8 random things about mysel

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Parent Teacher Conference Totals

Out of my 103 students, I talked to 6 parents. There's some great parental devotion! Of course, the 6 parents I talked to were the ones I didn't need to talk to because their kids are good kids (yes, I do have some good kids) and are working hard to graduate from my class. Oh well, the ones I did need to talk to would tell me that their kids' problems are all my fault, or the school's fault, or last year's teacher's fault, or my personal favorite, their ex wife/husband's fault. I love the faulty gene pool rationale! But, having seen some of the exes, I generally have to agree. Here's a loveley scene from the city park I witnessed last Wednesday:

One of my students was at the park with his father. Dad had a long, long mullet, ala Achy Breaky Heart Billy Ray Cyrus circa 1992. Dad's clothing consisted of jeans that were shredded, (not because they can't afford them but because he still thinks the acid washed, shredded at the knees look is still "bitchin")and a wife beater. When I drove by, he was sitting on a bench, drinking a beer with the remaining six pack sitting beside him, eyeing the high school/middle school girls walking past while his kid was throwing rocks at the ducks in the pond. He returned reply note saying he couldn't come to parent teacher conferences that afternoon because he had to meet with his parole officer that afternoon and then his son had to meet with his (the son's) parole officer after that and he just couldn't make it to conferences. What he was doing the other 4 days is anybody's guess.

I'm not the only one who had fun at conferences. One of our parents showed up in her nightgown for conferences. This is not the kind of hot mom you want to see in her nightgown. She weighs approximately 450 lbs. is a chain smoker who smells like a stale ashtray, and I'm thinking she hasn't showered or shaved in quite a while. Now imagine that in a sheer, stained nightgown. In the words of Ron White, "Things that make you go buhhhh!" Another parent showed up with cans on their hands painted black with orange jack-o-lanterns on them and wouldn't take them off to shake the teacher's hands. A particularly crazed mom accused one of our teachers of "peeking through the crack in the bathroom stall at her son" even though the teacher is a female and to my knowledge sends in our principal to check on her male students when things get crazy in the bathrooms. And the winner in this year's annual Parent Teacher Conferences (aka Parade of Freaks) is the mom who showed up in a ripped up t-shirt, with no bra on, and one of the rips was right in the nipple area, so the teachers she talked to were given their own peep show. One of them likened it to the scene in the last Austin Powers movie where Fred Savage played the "mole" and had a very noticeable mole on his face. No one could look away from the mole and apparently, no one could look away from the nipple! I'm not making this stuff up and in the world of teaching, reality is WAY stranger than fiction!

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Boredom and Other Random Thoughts

I'm bored sitting here waiting at the futile task also known as Parent-Teacher Conferences. I'm required to put in 6 hours. No parents ever come to see me. Let's face it, the kids I work with, their parents should have been voted "Most Likely to Forget They've Spawned Satan's Seed" in High High School! I'm not kidding.

On a more fun note, I went to see an actual play last week, one that had professional actors, in a theater, and had a script that didn't come from a 5th grade Reader's Theater book! OH JOY AND ELATION! The play was "I Love You, You're Perfect, Now Change", a musical exploring the high and lows of love and relationships. I laughed til I hurt. I love good comedy, and this must have qualified because there was some lady a couple of rows up from us who kept snorting like a pig. If you make it to St. Louis before November 10th, it's at the Westport Playhouse and is worth the price of a ticket. There was this song, "Always a Bridesmaid, Never a Bride" that had me howling. Let's just say, it expressed every thought I've ever had about every wedding that I've had to be in, well, maybe with the exception of one or two. If you've been in a relationship, married, divorced, or watched all of your friends get married and have kids, you'll find something to relate to in this musical.

I'm glad fall has finally descended upon us. I'm loving the cooler temps and the opportunity to wear sweaters and sweatshirts. Now if we could just get some more rain, life would be good. I've managed to make it into the home stretch for my first semester of classes for my library science degree. I've counted three more assignments and a final that have to be finished by November 30th. If I can make it till then, and I manage to get all of them done, I'll have a breather before classes roll around again in January. Regardless of whether we want it to or not, time marches on!

On a gross note, if you like to gross out your children or the children of your siblings, Target has some lovely candy to purchase. My personal favorites included the suckers that look like severed human fingers, the Box of Boogers, and the gummy frog you disect(sp?) to get to the candy on the inside. You've got to love Halloween!!

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Things I Do in My Sleep

Okay, don't be too scared by the title of this post. I promise it will remain reader friendly! As you all know, I've started my library science degree. To sum up my progress, I'll relate my experience from Thursday night. I had a midterm, a 20 question midterm, that took me 4 and a half hours to complete! This is one of the hardest things I have ever attempted in my life. The result of this is I'm just a wee bit stressed out. (Honestly, most of the time I feel like I'm rocking back and forth in a corner inside my mind!) Apparently, this stress is starting to manifest itself in strange sleep behavior. Here's three of my latest bizarre sleep escapades.

1. Apparently last week, Kenny heard some strange sounds coming from my bedroom late in the night/early morning. He thought something was wrong, so he came to check out the noise and see if I was sick, needed help, etc. Apparently I was wandering around my room. He said he asked me "Deb, what's going on?" and I didn't even respond. He watched me pace for a couple of more minutes, ala Children of the Corn or zombiesque, and he says I just abruptly walked back to my bed, crawled in, and that was it. I do remember having a dream about shelving books and looking for stuff, but I don't know if the dream is related to the sleepwalking.

2. This week, I fell asleep while watching TV and trying to organize notes for a paper. Kenny is a big fan of The Late, Late Show with Craig Ferguson and if he doesn't have early morning meetings or need to be into the scout office early, he'll stay up and watch at least the monologue. According to Kenny, part of the monologue was about funny names. He started listing funny names of politicians, celebrities, etc. One of the names he mentioned was Boutros Boutros-Ghali. Again, according to Kenny, I sat up, yelled out "Boutros Boutros-Ghali! That's funny!" laughed for a few seconds, lay back down and was dead to the world. Again, I have no memory of this at all.

3. Again last week, Kenny came upstairs really late from the family room where he had been working on reports for work. It was about 1:30 am, I should have been in bed sound asleep. He noticed that there was a light coming from my bedroom. He again thought something might be wrong so he came in to check. I wasn't in my bed, I was sitting on the commode in my bathroom, in my pajamas, completely asleep. Keep in mind I wasn't going to the bathroom, I was completely dressed, and I was asleep sitting on the commode with the bathroom light on. He said my name, told me to go to bed, and I apparently got up on command and went back to bed. I didn't say anything, respond in any way, or even really look at him. I have no memory of this at all either, but I'm a little concerned about just doing whatever I'm told to do without question!

I'm pretty sure I'm creeping Kenny out. I think he's afraid that I'll try to cook a meal in my sleep and catch the house on fire, get turned around and fall down the basement stairs in my sleep, or get out of the house and wander around the neighborhood or into traffic in my pajamas. Either way, I know that I dream about work, doing homework, or other school related activities or house chore activities every night. As a result, I'm exhausted all the time. My brain never slows down and I'm a little creeped out myself about the sleepwalking stuff. I'm pretty sure this is a sign that I need a vacation. Bubble baths and relaxation candles don't seem to be doing the trick!

Saturday, September 29, 2007

HTML Success

I finished my two webpages. The final product hasn't been approved by the professor yet, but initial feedback seems positive. I don't know if I'll ever get them to a place where you all can view them. Apparently, the IT department at Mizzou isn't sure that I'm really enrolled, no matter what the Registrar's Office and my professors tell them. As a result, their server refuses to recognize my password on the Bengal server, so I'm unable to access my server space. Oh, well. At least I'm registered with the Registrar's Office, the professors know I'm in class, and the Bursar's Office definitely knows I'm enrolled, so overall, all is well! I'm just glad this assignment is over. On to the next assignment/hurdle!

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

There are Days I Hate My Job.....

and today is definitely one of those days. Why do I hate my job today? Well, to make a long story short, one of my students threatened to kill me and another teacher today. Why does he want us dead? The other teacher told him to get to work on an assignment instead of harassing a classmate. He wants me dead because I told him to quit poking the girl next to him with a sharp pencil. I don't know, I have this thing about students keeping their hands to themselves and respecting others' "phone booth" of personal space. Also, I have a problem with a student poking another student with a sharp object. Call me crazy!

I did the right thing and reported the threat. What does this get me? A whole bunch of paperwork and the chance to "process" with the student. I have enough paperwork with my regular job and with the homework for my library science classes. Quite frankly, the only "processing" I want to do with this student involves my foot being firmly planted in his nether region! How about someone else "processes" him. I really don't have the need to sit and listen to some lame excuse/apology from this student that everyone knows he really doesn't mean. That's the new thing this year at our school. When a student does something wrong, they have to fill out a think sheet about what they did until they are ready to process with the teacher. Here's an idea, put him in in school suspension until he "gets it" that harassing a female classmate, poking another one with a sharp object with the intent to break the skin and make her hurt so he can laugh, and threatening to kill teachers is unacceptable behavior that will not be tolerated in school. But that might damage his self-esteem. Forget the good students he constantly harasses on a daily basis and what effect he has on their self-esteem. By the way, he targets female classmates and teachers. So, that's why I hate my job. Today, it has sucked.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

A Dilemma

Okay, I'm looking for suggestions here. Anyone and everyone feel free to chime in. As you all know, I agreed to teach 7th grade PSR classes at my church. I'm responsible for covering morality (Beatitudes, Lord's Prayer, Ten Commandments, Social Justice, etc.) and Jesus in the New Testament. We've had two classes and let me put it this way without seeming sacreligous- I'm not sure these kids would be impressed if Jesus was teaching the class. They just SIT THERE! It's like they're waiting to be entertained. I've been scouring the Faith First website for ways to make the lessons more interesting, but no matter what I try from cooperative learning, artistic projects, role play, you name it, all I get is either A: "This is so boring, I'm only here because my mom/dad is making me come so I can get confirmed next year, I can't...(fill in the blank with draw, act, pretend, etc.)B: blank stares, or C: no response at all. Now granted, there are two students who are consistently responding and appear to be interested in what's going on and what we're covering, but two students does not a successful class make. I'm digging into my bag of teaching tricks now and trying to figure out ways to adapt it to the subject matter and nothing seems to be working. To say I'm frustrated is an understatement. I'm a big believer that you get out of faith what you're willing to put into it. I also believe that these kids need a good base because the things I hear them talking about in the halls before class shock me. I think they think I'm deaf and can't hear what they're saying in the hall. What they don't realize is that I've been a school teacher for 10 years and eavesdropping on students is a particular speciality of mine. How else am I going to know what's going on? So any thoughts and ideas on what I could do to get them involved would be greatly appreciated. I'd like them to meet me half way at least. Would food work? Maybe feeding them would help. As you can tell, I'm starting to get desperate. We're not supposed to have food, but I've got to do something. In any case, if you have no suggestions, at least say a prayer for us. I borrowed a phrase from Star Trek when I stopped to pray last night after class at church, "I'm giving it all she's got Captain." and like the Enterprise, I'm not sure how much more I, or the students, can take.

Monday, September 10, 2007

That Wasn't So Bad

Well, I survived Saturday class and even surprised myself by how successful the day turned out to be. I created three basic, very basic, pages that had several tables, images, links, and lists on them. I have to make them more elaborate in order to get all of the points for my assignment. When I get all of that finished, I'll post a link on the blog so you can laugh at my kindergarten pages! I now have a snazzy little book, The Complete Idiot's Guide to HTML and Blogs. Hopefully, I'll learn some tricks that will jazz this page up a bit and help me make the grade.

Friday, September 07, 2007

Reality Sets In

Tomorrow is HTML D-Day. Wish me luck and pray really hard since I still have no idea what I'm doing! Added to the reality of having to do something totally out of my league tomorrow, I received a lovely e-mail from MU Direct this evening. After welcoming me to the program, it launched into this depressing paragraph about how proud I should be for continuing my education, how they realize this is a trying time for me, and how as an ADULT LEARNER I have special needs! I was momentarily confused for a moment, "Adult Learner? Special needs?" and then I had a rare moment of clarity, "Holy crap, I'm the Adult Learner with special needs!!!!!" I'm finding it a little disconcerting that I'm now classified as an adult learner, that apparently being an adult learner means that I am now also classified as special needs, and that I really don't feel much older than I did my first go-round in college! When I read it to my mom, she cracked up and said, "Welcome to my world!"

Monday, September 03, 2007

Hmmm

I have just spent my entire Labor Day holiday reading about designing a web page. What have I learned? Not a whole lot. I compare it to trying to figure out Latin. It's not like Greek because I can recognize the letters. However, the words created from those letters, while they may look like something I do have a clue about, are impossible to make sense of. Start laughing because I have to be able to do this by Saturday. I think this is going to be the most difficult class I have ever taken in my life!

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Hilarious Commercial - Air Action Vigorsol

I have no idea what this commerical is for, but it cracks me up, evenif it is gross.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Flashbacks of SEMO Days

I'm surviving week two of classes, but it's getting harder. Two of my classes are sticking to their respective syllabi very well. My technology class, not so much. Along with the lengthy articles assigned each week, our professor keeps adding readings to each week. I know all professors, and teachers for that matter, always have the little "This syllabus is subject to change at the instructor's discretion..." statement and I'm okay with that if they add something relative. I just was forced to read the transcripts (not well written ones at that) from a tv show from 1997. Many of the things mentioned in the program have already happened and are no longer "cutting edge" or the predictions of doom and gloom (Apple won't make it another 5 years) have definitely not come to pass. I was reading this as I was watching a student, yes a student, play with their new Iphone today in class. While I realize that this class is important, I wish the professor would remember that none of us are full-time grad students. Everyone in the class has a regular job, plus we're all taking multiple classes in addition to his. I guess I'm just getting a little worried since I feel like if I devote time to my other class, this one slides and if I give this class all the time it seems like I'm going to have to devote to it, the other class will struggle. At least I finished the 1 hour class last week and it's out of the way. I'm having several flashbacks from SEMO, or Southeast as it is commonly known now, from classes where the professors thought their class was the most important class you'd ever take and in order to do well, you had to let other equally important classes slide a little bit. I survived those classes and I'll survive this one as well. Unfortunately, I'm not finding it as easy to do this now as I did 10-15 years ago!

Thursday, August 23, 2007

What Would You Like To Be When You Grow Up?

How about a "jobber"? That's right, when you grow up, you can be a jobber. In learning vocabulary for one of my Library Science classes, I found out that jobbers fill orders for libraries by stocking them with materials they have purchased directly from the publishers, getting huge discounts which they then pass onto the libraries. I just think the word is funny: jobber, jobber, jobber. Now I know I've lost my mind!

In a related note, I have to come up with a topic to do a major paper on in my technology class. It has to be related in some way to technology, so if anyone has any possible ideas, feel free to pass them along.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Pressure

Okay, so school has once again started up for me, both as a teacher and a student. Once again, I find myself succombing to pressure and I keep hearing the Queen/David Bowie song playing over and over in my head. To say that I'm a little stressed is an understatement!

School - teaching, is always busy and hectic at this time of the year. There is just so much paperwork to get together along with testing and screening. Luckily for me, my partner in crime (the lady I co-teach with) is back this year after a scary bout with cancer last year at the beginning of school. As a result, I am definitely further along than I was at this time last year! I keep reminding myself of this fact and counting my blessings. I just hate all of the meetings and paperwork.

School - student: OH MY LORD!!!! Okay, I was stupid enough to take three classes this semester. The first one is a one hour, do it on your own agenda, just get it done by December 8th, web-class. At first this appeared to be no problem. Then I found out about my other classes. One is a Reference and Resources class, and while it appears to be okay, I'm waiting for the hammer to fall. The other class is Intro. to Technology Services. The key word for me was "INTRO". Apparently, at Mizzou, this really means "Advanced". I have to build a webpage from scratch!!! OH MY LORD!!!! I have no idea what I'm doing, no I can't use Dreamweaver, yet I have to pass this class. After our little quiz Monday night, I did feel a little bit better because I realized that I was light years ahead of the lady sitting next to me who didn't know what a cell or spreadsheet was. However, victory is somehow not as satisfying when your victory boils down to not being the most retarded individual in the class. But hey, I'll take what I get. I think they should offer this class as one "for Dummies" and count me in!

If you don't hear from me for a while, I've been buried under a pile of books and papers in some unnamed library in the St. Louis area. Send help or at least let my parents know of my demise!

Thursday, August 16, 2007

The Funniest Sign from the Vacation


Just so you know, the priests at the cathedral in Atlanta have decided that we humans have given the Lord too many responsibilites. When we saw this sign, it cracked all of us up and we decided that it was definitely the funniest sign of the trip.

Day 5,6, and 7 Atlanta and Home

After Andersonville, we returned to Atlanta late Thursday afternoon. Kenny's mom had travelled with us to Atlanta to visit with his brother while we were in Savannah and we all went to dinner that night at the Louisiana Kitchen, which is an expanded version of Popeye's. It was really good, but by this point, I had eaten so much fried chicken I told Kenny I thought I was about to start clucking and laying eggs.

On Friday, we all got up and went to the new and improved World of Coca-Cola. It was really neat, especially the tasting room. If you go, stay away from the European drink called "Beverly". It is the nastiest soda I have ever tasted. I can't even begin to describe the flavor. However, make sure you visit the Asian dispensing area. There is a green apple soda from China that is fantastic. I really think they should sell it here in the U.S. I could probably make it worthwhile to bottle it here. After touring the World of Coca-Cola, we found the Cathederal for the Atlanta Diocese. Being used to St. Louis and the Basilica, it was kind of weird to realize that their cathedral was smaller than St. Francis Borgia, the church we attend here in Washington. That evening, we went to Cheeseburger in Paradise for dinner. Yes, this is a restaurant with a Jimmy Buffet theme, much like Margaritaville. It does have excellent hamburgers and if you get near one, and you love a good burger, I would recommend this restaurant as well.

On Saturday, we all went to play a round of mini-golf, a favorite Etter family pasttime. Kenny's mom has won several gold medals in the Senior Olympics for her golfing skills in St. Louis. Needless to say, no one in my family plays golf, mini or regular, and I felt a little inept, but I did beat Greg, which made me feel better.

On Sunday, we started the long drive home. We made it in late on Sunday, where all of us crashed until late Monday morning. Last week was spent recuperating and getting ready for school to start this week. Summer is officially over, and it seemed too short for me. I started school today, I start college Monday, and the students come in on Tuesday. I guess we're off and running!

Day 4 Andersonville Prison Site and National Cemetery



The vacation wasn't all mindless fun. My cousin Sarah has started researching our family tree and found out that we had a grandfather, Nathaniel Green Henderson, who was a POW during the Civil War at Andersonville. Since we were so close to Andersonville, Kenny and I thought it would be a shame if we didn't go get some pictures of the tombstone and do some rubbings. Having been to Andersonville before, I was prepared for the eeriness of a Civil War Battlefield/Prison site. Knowing that you have a relative who was there and who died from a totally treatable disease today lends the place a whole new level of sadness. I did a little bit of research before we went to find out more about how our ancestor landed in Andersonville. He was from Tennessee, but fought with a Union Calvary Regiment. He was captured by General Forrest, the founder and first grand wizard of the KKK, at the Battle of Ft. Pillow, TN. Apparently, Gen. Forrest captured Ft. Pillow and took all of the Union soldiers there as POWs, except the Union regiments made up of African Americans. These he ordered his troops to slaughter, while the other POWs watched, by running them through with bayonets. From the accounts I read about this battle, it became a pivotal battle because it spurred the African American soldiers to fight even harder during battle. Apparently one of their rallying cries became "Remember Ft. Pillow". After reading about the battle and conditions at Andersonville, it was sobering to see how close the headstones were and realize just how many men of all ages lost their lives during the Civil War. It also made us reflect on how we humans never seem to learn, what with the headlines from today. On the day we visited, there was a funeral going on for a soldier. Unfortunately, the more things change, the more some things remain the same.

Historic Savannah - a photoset on Flickr

Historic Savannah - a photoset on Flickr

Here is a set of pictures from Savannah with some descriptions of what we saw while we were there. Enjoy!

Savannah Day 3

We devoted our entire third day in Savannah to touring a couple of houses that I definitely wanted to see. First, we made our way to the Mercer-Williams House, the scene of the "incident" in Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. While I was unable to take any pictures inside the house, I was able to get a pretty decent picture from across the street. It was really cool to see the inside of this house. In a little bit of movie trivia, Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil wasn't the only movie shot in this house. The parlor of the Mercer-Williams House was used as the study of Matthew Broderick's character in Glory. They say that if you pay careful attention in several scenes from Glory, you can see a palm tree growing outside in the yard. Palm trees would definitely not survive in Boston! We continued on with our touring of historic houses by touring the birthplace of Juliette Gordon Low, the founder of the Girl Scouts. It was neat to see where she grew up, and I was a bit surprised that her family was considered "middle class". To me, it seemed that they were pretty wealthy. After that, we went to the Telfair Museum of Art, where we were lucky enough to get up close and personal with the statue of Bird Girl, the famous statue from Midnight in the Garden. Originally, this statue was in a family plot in Bonaventure Cemetery, but idiots in search of the statue started disrupting burial services and destroying and damaging graves by tromping through them to see the statue, so the family donated the statue to the Telfair for safe keeping. In a related note, we did go to Bonaventure Cemetery just to see it. There were some pretty amazing tombstones and statues in the older plots of the cemetery. I'll be sure to link pictures that we took in Savannah. After a long day of touring around Savannah, Kenny and I headed back toward Central Georgia where we spent the night just south of Macon. All in all, Savannah was a pretty amazing place. It kind of reminded me of New Orleans before Katrina, although much less wild and bawdy. Much to my disappointment, I didn't get to see the Lady Chablis. She wasn't performing again until August 11th, and Kenny had to be back to work by August 6th. Oh well, I guess I'll save that for my next visity.

Tybee Island - a photoset on Flickr

Tybee Island - a photoset on Flickr

Savannah Day 2



The first thing I need to say about Day 2 is Paula Deen, baby!!! We arrived at The Lady and Sons Restaurant at approximately 9:30 AM and were able to put our reservations in for 11:00 AM. There's a tip for you if you go, get there early and put in your name. The young ladies working taking reservations told us to make sure that we were back by 10:45. At 10:45, the head cook comes out and rings the dinner bell and yells, "Are Ya'll Hungry?". Of course the crowd has to yell back that they are. Keep in mind that people are lined up on both sides of the street and she's in the middle, so all traffic stops on this street for about 5-10 minutes. After this, they begin calling names and directing people to which floor you're going to eat on. We only had to wait about 10 minutes for our name to be called and be heading up to our table. When you go, you can order from a menu or you can eat from a buffet. Figuring that we'd get to sample more from the buffet, we chose that route. Also, if you go during lunch, it costs less than if you go at night; again, another helpful tip. The waiters were all very friendly and helpful, so they definitely get a big thumbs up for service. As we were waiting for our waiter to return and bring our drinks and take our order, there were other waiters who came around offering fresh hoecakes and cheese garlic biscuits. I'm still dreaming about those biscuits! The hoecakes weren't bad either. As soon as our waiter took our order, he invited us to head toward the buffet. When we got up there, we couldn't believe the amount of food! Just for lunch, there was fried chicken, Jerk pork chops, collard greens, grits, mashed potatoes, lima beans, baked beans, green beans, squash, and macaroni and cheese. There was also a salad bar, but I decided to live dangerously and forgo the salad. I was saving room for important stuff, like dessert! Trying not to be a complete pig, I made my way down the buffet until I reached my prime destination, the mac and cheese. I had heard while walking around downtown before the restaurant opened that the locals thought Paula Deen makes the best mac and cheese in Savannah. Just as I was about to reach for the spoon, this lady whips around from the other side and grabs it, taking most of the little-remaining mac and cheese. Following her is this older lady who also takes the spoon. While I love my mac and cheese, my momma taught me better than to take out a senior citizen for the last spoonful of mac and cheese. Kenny, who had returned to the table by this time and had a full view of the goings on with the mac and cheese said I looked like someone had killed my cat. Even I have to admit I was pretty distraught about missing out on Paula Deen's mac and cheese. Irrationally, I thought what if they don't put any more out, what if they serve dishes on a rotating basis during lunch on the buffet. While standing there about to leave, I see a young waiter heading my way with a covered dish. He walks up to the buffet and places a gleaming, steaming, fresh batch of mac and cheese on the buffet. As he places the spoon in the dish, Kenny compared me to Mr. Burns on The Simpsons. He said he could just see me almost tapping my fingers together, mentally of course, and saying "Excellent". The lady behind me said to me, "You got rewarded for being so nice and letting those other people have what was left, but you got fresh!" All I can say is that I ate the BEST mac and cheese and fried chicken that I have ever had in my life at The Lady and Sons. I want to go back just for the mac and cheese alone. If you ever get the chance to go, I definitely recommend going to eat there, whether or not you love Paula. After sufficiently stuffing ourselves, I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to eat dessert, but then our waiter brought around the dessert tray. Kenny and I selected banana pudding and gooey butter cake, thinking that we could each take bites of the other's dessert and get to enjoy two desserts instead of one. The bananna pudding was good, but once I took a bite of the gooey butter cake, I realized that just by watching her shows I had no idea how much Paula Deen loves butter. After eating that gooey butter cake, I can assure you that she doesn't just love butter, I'm pretty sure she has a shrine to butter somewhere in the restaurant kitchens! This was by far one of the best meals I have ever had in my life. Unfortunately, she was doing a book tour and neither Jamie or Bobby were there either. Kenny said he's glad Jamie wasn't there, since he's pretty sure I'd run off with him, or Duff from Ace of Cakes, and leave Kenny high and dry. If he'd guarantee me a steady supply of Paula Deen mac and cheese or bake me outrageous cakes that explode, I might reconsider leaving him for one of these guys! Seriously, I left with a full stomach and a new funny t-shirt from the Paula Deen store that says "Our Hoes are Complimentary!" While I can't wear it out in public, I can wear it to sleep in while dreaming of fried chicken, mac and cheese, and garlic cheese biscuits!

The rest of the day was spent walking around Savannah and kind of picking out which sites we definitely wanted to tour on Day Three. There are so many places to see that you have to be kind of selective on what you want to pay to tour. Savannah is a great city to visit and the historic district is relatively compact so walking around is no problem. However, it was REALLY hot and HUMID. If that kind of bothers you, I would suggest going in the fall or winter seasons. But it is a great place to visit.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Savannah/Tybee Island Day 1


Okay, it's taken me about one week to process all that we say on vacation. On our first day in Savannah, we headed straight to Tybee Island and the ocean. I absolutely love the ocean and spent so much time swimming in the water that I looked like a prune by the time we left the beach. The lighthouse can be toured and you can climb all the way up to the top. I unfortunately didn't make it up to the top. I made it about half of the way up when my absolute fear of heights got the best of me. I was doing pretty well until they tour guide had to help a man who jumps out of planes in the Army down because he got woozy at the top of the lighthouse. I figured if it made him woozy, I'd probably get frozen at the top and either fall off or be stuck until someone tranquilized me and carried me down. In any case, I didn't make it to the top, but at least I climbed farther than I thought I could.

While we were at the beach, we got to watch a huge cargo ship come in. Savannah is one of the busiest ports in America, and it was really neat to experience the waves this ship created close to shore even though it was several miles away from us. Hopefully, here are the pictures from Tybee now!

Thursday, August 02, 2007

On the way to Savannah


Okay, for those of you from Southeast Missouri, you are very familiar with the towns of Dexter and Dudley. Guess what, they are also apparently close to each other in Georgia as well. As we headed to Savannah, via I-16, we came across this road sign and I thought, how ironic that I'm all the way in Georgia and come across a parallel universe from where I grew up. Even stranger, if you take away the spanish moss, the crops and the land look almost identical to the area back home. How weird

Sunday, July 29, 2007

First Vacation Post


Okay, we made it to Atlanta late last night after driving in the car all day long. Things went fine until we hit Chattanooga, and then there was a wreck and a bridge shut down that had things really messed up. I think I slept through most of Chattanooga, so I missed most of that action and only have that to report second hand. In any case, all of us crashed when we made it to Greg's apartment and slept straight through to this morning. We got up, went to Mass at Greg's parish, ate lunch at Bahama Breeze (which closed while up in St. Louis), and then went with Greg while he purchased a new car. He is now the proud owner of a red, 2007 Kia Optima. It is very pretty and very nice. I was intrigued by several aspects of car buying in Georgia. First of all, the sales tax is figured into the price of the car so you don't have to come up with that. Second, all of the dealerships here are open on Sundays and apparently do quite a bit of business on Sundays. While we were there, I watched them sell four other cars besides the one Greg bought. Third, you apply for insurance while you are at the dealership and the dealership, not the DMV, gives you your temporary tag. Fourth, when you go to get the official tags for your car, you have to wait at least a month for the VIN number to be entered into the DMV system, you then just show up, show them an id, and they give you the tags for the car. Tags here only cost $20 and are always up for renewal during your birthday month. I must say, it seems much more streamlined than it is in MO.

Of course, it wouldn't be one of my vacations if there were not funny sites to take and share with my blog readers. Here is the first funny site I have seen on the trip so far. Greg refers to this street as Paris Hilton Road, which I'm sure you'll understand once you see the name. In any case, enjoy and let the jokes abound. Tomorrow morning, it's off to Savannah and totally blowing my diet! Oh well, what are vacations for. I plan on eating some of Paula Deen's fried chicken and I figure it's fried in butter!

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Target has arrived!

Okay, now Washington is a pretty darn good place to live. Our Target store finally opened yesterday. Kenny and I were there right after supper last night and were really pleased at how well stocked the store was. I cannot tell you how happy we are to finally have an option for shopping right here in town besides Wal-Mart. Before yesterday, if we wanted to shop at a Target, we had a 35-45 minute drive to either O'Fallon or Fenton. For quick trips and things you need, that's a little out of the way, so I was subjected to Wal-Mart on a regular basis. It has a huge food department and a lot of Playmobil figures (This is a highlight for Kenny, who even though he's an "adult", loves the Playmobil. When Christmas rolls around and he pulls out the Playmobil nativity set that takes up about four tables, I'll take a picture. I'm not kidding). In any case, it's nice to have options. They also have the walls up on the Steak and Shake, and there are walls going up on what looks to be like another restaurant. I'm hoping and praying that it is a Bread Company. Please, oh, please!!!

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Viva Viagra

Does anyone else out there find this commercial plain wrong? It makes me cry out and do a tv coaster toss every time it interrupts one of the few tv shows I watch!

Saturday, July 21, 2007

I've been tagged by Bob!

Okay, I have been really out of touch this summer with the blogging, but my friend Bob of The Four of Clubbs tagged me with the challenge to come up with 8 random things about me. Here goes, but be warned, I'm boring!

1. I swear I'm earning frequent flyer miles at Lowes! Kenny asked me what I wanted to do tonight after church. We kind of try to pretend we have a life, and I said "Let's go to Lowes!" One hour later, I made it out with a new Hunter ceiling fan to replace the one in my bedroom that sounded like it was about to self-destruct plus lots of ideas about how I'd like to repaint my room and redo a chest I have had for years. Sebrina and Joe warned me that once we bought a house, we'd be at Lowes or Home Depot all the time, and she's right!

2. Speaking of things for the house, I just got my couch in that I purchased for our basement. We had two chairs down here with our TV, but the couch has officially made it our favorite room in our house! It's a sleeper sofa, so feel free to come up and visit.

3. I feel like I have spent the majority of my summer somewhere besides my house. I've spent quite a bit of time with my parents down in Malden and when I have been home, it seems like I have had company (translation my niece and nephew, along with my mom, an aunt, and a family friend). The more the merrier! However, I really need to repack my bags before my next trip.

4. Speaking of my next trip, I'm headed to Atlanta and Savannah next Saturday! Kenny, his mom, and I are headed down there to visit his brother Greg who got a job and moved to Atlanta this spring. Kenny's brother is an environmental engineer, is crazy smart, and loses me in most conversations after the first two sentences! We're headed to Savannah as a side trip. All I can say is here I come! I plan on eating at "The Lady and Sons" along with "Mrs. Wilkes' Boarding House". If I could just catch a show by The Lady Chablis, my trip would be complete.

5. On Friday, Kenny and I went to see the Napoleon exhibit at the St. Louis Art Museum. If you love history, furniture, china, or textiles, it's definitely worth the trip. Plus if you go on Fridays, it's free! Can't beat free!

6. I'm reading a children's book called "The Kingdom Keepers" about a group of kids who have to save Disneyworld. If you've ever been to Disneyworld, or if you love The Mouse, I highly recommend picking up this book for a quick read!

7. Along with deciding to go back to school, I have completely lost my mind and have agreed to consider teaching a 7th grade PSR (Parish School of Religion) at my church. I say "consider" because I haven't officially said yes yet, but I know I will. Will I never learn!?!

8. Two words: Banana Pops. I absolutely love these frozen treats! There is nothing better on a hot, humid, summer day than chowing down on a banana popsicle! If you get the sugar free variety, they're only 35 calories! YAY!

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Sesame Street Rocks

You Are Bert
Extremely serious and a little eccentric, people find you loveable - even if you don't love them!
You are usually feeling: Logical - you rarely let your emotions rule you
You are famous for: Being smart, a total neat freak, and maybe just a little evil
How you life your life: With passion, even if your odd passions (like bottle caps and pigeons) are baffling to others

Saturday, June 23, 2007

Why I Haven't Posted


Here is why I haven't posted. This is my niece. Yes, that's a pull-up on her head. No, the cats and I will never be the same. I kept her for a week so my mom could get ready for Vacation Bible School at her church. This was a learning experience for Kenny and me. What are some of the valuable lessons we learned? Here is our list.
1. A one and a 1/2 year old is fast, lightening fast!
2. If there is a metal object within reach, a small child will find it, pick it up, locate the nearest electrical outlet without a guard, and attempt to fry him- or herself.
3. Sleep, what sleep? When they go to sleep, you better go to sleep too, but make sure you wake up first. The result of not waking up first equals a pull-up on their head and a trashed house looking like they had a toddler kegger full of milk or juice with about 50 of their closest toddler monster friends.
4. The contents of your kitchen cabinets are more enticing to them than all of the toys they have to play with, especially if they are all over the kitchen floor.
5. Make sure the knives are WAY back on the cabinet. If possible, toddlers will attempt to juggle with them.
6. If you have pets, especially cats who are your "children", and you introduce a toddler to the mix, your pets will retaliate for this introduction, specifically by peeing in your shoes. This retaliation can last for several weeks, even after the toddler has returned to their parents of origin.
7. You finally learn sympathy for your younger brother when you realize that he is SO paying for his raising with this one!
8. When toddlers find something really intriguing, they become strangely silent. Consider it the calm before the storm. I wish I would have had a picture of another humorous, yet silent, incident with the baby. While I was doing laundry, she managed to get into my bathroom, get under the sink, and I apologize for this, but she found the maxi pads, emptied half of the package, and managed to pull the paper off and stick them all over herself. All this in the space of time it took me to empty the dryer, pull the clothes out of the washer and put the new load into the dryer, and put another load into the washer, 5 minutes tops!
9. When the Infant of Prague statue in the back of church doesn't respond to a toddler offering it one of his or her highly prized, Flavor Blasted Extra Cheddar Goldfish, they get really angry and express this anger by screaming "FISH" repeatedly at the offending statue in the middle of Mass. Now I understand the value of a cry room.
10. Even though both Kenny and I have college and post-graduate degrees, we're not smart enough to outsmart a toddler. We are now seriously considering not having children.
After keeping her for a week, I was home for a week and a half helping Mom with VBS and babysitting during the day. After getting back up here last week, I attempted to return the cats and the house to normal. I've also been unpacking more of the boxes I didn't get to in the spring when we moved and getting in some valuable career ladder hours for next year.
Additional fun included being rearended this morning with Kenny and his brother. His car is kind of messed up, but thankfully not totaled. Unfortunately the other two cars that were rearended and pushed into us aren't so lucky. I figure both of them are totaled. We were stopped while another car was trying to turn left into a parking lot on Gravois with two other cars stopped behind us. An older gentleman, about 80 years old, slammed into the cars and caused a chain reaction accident. He never even hit his brakes. No one was hurt, but Kenny's car is definitely going to have to spend some time in the shop. In a weird twist of fate, I was rearended in a parking lot last month. Parmentier Autobody just loves us right now! Oh well, the damage is just to cars and that's why we have insurance.
Upcoming highlights for the summer include going to my parents for the week of the 4th, having my niece and nephew up for some annual visits to such exciting places as Grant's Farm, the Zoo, and the Butterfly House, and an upcoming trip to Atlanta and Savannah to see Kenny's brother who just moved to Atlanta in May. Pictures will be on the way. And I will be sleeping, reading all of the Harry Potter books again to get ready for the movie and the new book, and continuing to set up the house.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Becoming Older

It's official, I'm getting old. This morning on my way to work, I heard the local "semi-oldies" radio station play Love Shack. As the dj introduced it, he said, and I quote, "Here's an OLD classic from the B-52's." Then they followed it up with "classics" from U2's The Joshua Tree. Needless to say, by the time I made it to school, I was starting to feel a little blue. In a fit of desperation, I quickly turned it to The Point, the alternative station, to see how out of touch I really was. Ah, sweet relief, a song from 311 followed up by The Urge! I'm not so old, they're still playing the music I listened to a few years ago on 105.7! Yay!! Then the dj comes on and refers to the selections as "classics"! ARGHHH!!! Fast forward to later this morning. A student who is shall we say, a bubble-gum chomping, hair-twisting, preteen comes into the room to deliver a note to us. We have the radio on to a "current" station that is playing Gwen Stefani. "Um, who is this?" (student) "It's Gwen Stefani." (Me) "OH MY GOD! You know who Gwen Stefani is?" (Student) "Yes, I know who Gwen Stefani is." (Me, very patiently) "Isn't this song, like, from some, like, musical-thingy?" (student) "She sampled and changed a line from a song from the musical Fiddler on the Roof." (Me, to a student who has that glazed look in her eyes) "Oh, are you sure this is Gwen Stefani?" (student) "Yes, I'm positive." (Me) With a puzzled look, the student responds, "But you're OLD!"

In the movie Parenthood, there is a great scene where Diane Weist's character is dealing with her rebellious children who just don't get that she used to be a teenager. In the scene, she says a fabulous line that goes something like, I was at Woodstock! I peed in a field! After today, I can relate!

Saturday, May 05, 2007

Corn Nuggets

If you attended Southeast in the 90's, you may remember the restaurant Mr. B's which served a late night breakfast buffet that we frequented regularly. Many was the night that I sat down to a plate of scrambled eggs, corn beef hash, and the ultimate- CORN NUGGETS!!! As if creamed corn wasn't bad enough for you, the corn nuggets were like battered globs of creamed corn deep fried. Unhealthy, yes; delicious, you bet! As we all know, all good things must come to an end. My college career ended and I moved back home, Mr. B's went out of business, and the corn nuggets were no more....until this evening. Kenny's brother, Mike, told me that there is a restaurant in Marthasville called The Outfield where you can order the corn nuggets. As a matter of fact, he was about to order some to have with his burger in place of french fries. We were invited to stay, but Kenny and I wanted to come home and finish pulling all of the ivy from underneath our deck. However, Mike and Michelle assure me that the corn nuggets are like I remember them from Mr. B's. I think I will be making a trip over that way again shortly to procure some of the corn nuggets. It will mean more time on the treadmill, but for that creamy corn goodness, I'll put in the extra time.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Good News (For a Change!)

In education, they always tell teachers to sandwich bad news between good news. In keeping with my profession, here's the good news! Congratulations go out to Kenny's brother Mike and sister-in-law Michelle on the birth of their second son today! Lukas came into the world via c-section today. Both mom and baby are doing well. Congratulations and welcome to the world!

Update on Sebrina

More prayers and thoughts are requested for Sebrina and her family. She just received word this evening that her Uncle Ray passed away tonight. He had cancer and had been very ill for a long time. As she said, "You get finished crying for two and another one hits." In case any of you from Malden are wondering, this was Diane's husband and Pimpa's son-in-law. They were living in Florida. Diane was unable to come in for Pimpa's and Janice's funeral because Ray was so sick. Please remember them. She appreciates all who came to the visitation and funeral as well as all of the kind gestures, prayers, and cards the family has received.

Yard Work and Busybody Neighbors

Okay, we have officially met our busybody neighbor. Here's a brief synopsis: Finally got to mow the yard yesterday afternoon. It was getting tall b/c we have both had meetings on nights when the weather was good and were free on the days it was raining or too wet to mow. Due to the excessive length, there was quite a bit of grass clippings. Before we had the chance to go to Lowes and buy a rake, here comes the neighbor across the street, who is elderly, with a lawn bag. I went in to shower and change to go buy a rake and a weed eater and before I could get finished, she's back wanting to help us rake, looking in our windows and talking about how she hopes we're more friendly than the last people who lived here, who apparently didn't socialize much. I guess I now know why they let the hedges grow so large. She might be one of those neighbors who watch EVERYTHING that's going on in the neighborhood with binoculars. I guess everybody has one of these neighbors in their neighborhood. To be more charitable, I think she lives alone and is probably lonely, but it's a fine line between friendly and letting them invade your life. We'll keep you posted.

On a funnier note, I think the kids who live next to us fit one of the following descriptions: 1)brave 2)very talented on a skateboard or 3) not too bright. These boys are always on their skateboards. The other day as I was coming home from work, I saw one of them skating down the hill between two houses, jump off a retaining wall, and go flying over three of his friends who were sitting in a line below the retaining wall. They are always doing stuff like that, so I guess I've found my entertainment in the neighborhood! I really have no room to talk. When my brother and I were kids, we managed to flip my dad's riding lawnmower. But I can still laugh and prepare to dial 911 if they get hurt!

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Sad News

For those of you who know Sebrina Allen Glenn, please keep her and her family in your thoughts and prayers. Her Grandma Kemp, better known as Pimpa, and her Aunt Janice, Pimpa's daughter, both passed away last night. It's going to be a tough time for all of them. Pimpa had been in failing health for a while and Janice had suffered a stroke and had cancer. Still, to lose two family members on the same day is hard, and I know she would appreciate thoughts and prayers for all of the family.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

DESE and Stupidity

I am currently feeling the need to vent some frustrations with the Missouri Department of Elementary and Secondary Education, so please bear with me.

MAP Testing is the tool of the devil! I swear to God, the ultimate stupidity of the supposed "educated" educators that seem to occupy the jobs to be found in DESE never ceases to amaze me. I want to make it clear that I have no problem with the idea of a test that measures how well are kids are able to think, encompassing performance events with a variety of passages and response possibilities, but I do have a BIG problem with how DESE decides to set up the test, how they seem to throw us curve balls every year, and how they use the test results.

First of all, I have just completed the first two days of scribing for one of our students on the Communication Arts Test for 5th grade. Without breaking FERPA, you need to understand that this child is a non-reader. Yes, he has an IEP, but just barely since it seems to be almost impossible to qualify for any help anymore. Everyone knows he can't read. He was born with serious health problems and his doctor wants him to see a neurologist, but his parents' insurance won't pay for it, but I digress onto a topic for another rant. Even though he can't read, I can't read the test to him, just pronouncing one word per sentence. His comment to me was, "If you could read this to me, I bet I could answer these questions." I wanted to say, "You're right, you probably could." Also, since he's in 5th grade, he has to take the 5th grade test. Here's a thought, how about testing kids on their level! Instead of frustrating them with material that they expend all of their energy trying to figure out what the words are, why don't we give them tests on their own level so they can expend their mental energy on crafting quality answers and showing the powers that be what they are capable of doing. By the way, what we keep hearing from our district's curriculum people is how we should be instructing kids at their ability level, doing small group guided reading, leveled non-fiction sets, adapting to their level. Isn't it funny that we are to follow best practices in instruction, which calls for material on individual level, but the state-mandated test is a one size fits all approach.

Second, in the whole balanced literacy push, we've been told to teach our students to highlight and underline important information in passages they read to help them craft quality answers in performance events for testing. In writers workshop, science, history, math, etc., we've been highlighting and underlining like crazy, telling them this will help them give better answers on homework and on the tests. We have a MAP training session about 3 weeks ago, and guess what! We should not allow our students to underline or highlight passages because it doesn't work too well when they go to scan the tests into the computer. If they highlight or underline, it had better be done lightly. Don't you think they could have figured this out BEFORE now?!?

Third, the way DESE set up the testing days was idiotic to say the least. We have to follow their testing procedures to the letter. God forbid you happen to not read something word for word, or paraphrase to help a student better understand what is being asked of them and to feel more at ease with the whole testing situation. Instead let's stress them out to the point of pulling out all of their eyelashes! Yesterday's test was supposed to take anywhere from 40-60 minutes. It had one passage to read with two small sections of questions to answer. Today's test was supposed to take 96-111 minutes. It had 5 or 6 reading passages that were of considerable length along with numerous multiple choice questions and in-depth written response questions. Imagine if you were a non-reader and this task was placed in front of you. Oh, and by the way, even though you have problems, severe ones, because you're not in the bottom 3% of the state's population you have to take the test on your grade level, regardless of your ability, and you can't have an adapted test. Oh, and even though you're not stupid, you just can't read, you can't have someone read or explain things to you like you have on a regular basis because you have an IEP. But I guess this is the one time that IEP's that we are to follow to the letter every other day of the school year don't count on the 4 days we do MAP testing. We started testing today at 8:30 AM. This student and I finished at 1:40 PM. We did stop for lunch, but that gives you an idea of how this test was for him. Why couldn't the test have been split more evenly? After the second passage, he was brain-fried. By the end of the test, I was right there with him. This wasn't a complain from just me, the other teachers who had the "normal" students said the same thing. It took our kids so long to finish the test today that our lunch schedule got screwed up. In the regular classroom, according to the directions, you were only supposed to take one break. That is just stupid! We do good to get them to sit still and stay focused for 15 minutes but they were to sit still and stay focused for 40 minutes!

Fourth, the way the test results are used is stupid. Instead of comparing apples to apples, the results are used to compare apples to oranges. In most districts, these tests are used to supposedly measure teacher performance. I have yet to land in a district where the pressure isn't put on the teachers and their performance instead of on the students. Don't get me wrong, I am not a big fan of the push for highstakes testing. For that matter, I'm not a big fan of the huge emphasis we put on testing period. I believe that the work I observe from my students on a daily basis is much more accurate in evaluating their performance. Any test is a very small snapshot of what is going on with that student on that day, even the tests that are supposed to test student's ability for problem solving/critical thinking abilities. However, the results are used most often for comparing the performance of the teacher's classes from year to year. The students scores aren't looked at and compared to their scores on previous tests from year to year to see if the students are progressing. So we compare the scores of different groups and say that indicates the teacher's level of competence without taking into consideration that some groups are smarter than others. Some groups are more serious about testing than others. Some groups have more behavior problems than others. You can have a sharp class one year and the dumbest class on the planet the next year. Oh and by the way, your job and your district's accreditation depends on keepin those test scores up and meeting AYP. Even though I honestly believe that teachers want to keep learning at the center of all that we do, we are being pushed into focusing more and more on testing. We know this is not a best practice, we know being an educated individual is more important or broader than being able to pass a test, but with NCLB, it seems to me that the bottom line is no longer a quality education, it is having high enough statistics to get funding. We've lost our focus and future generations are paying the price.

I wish the general public would wake up. When is common sense going to prevail? What's even more disturbing, we have to do the Math test next week. The student said, "I'll do pretty good in the math part." Then he found out that there will be word problems and that I still can't read those to him and he looked at me and said, "Well, I guess I'll flunk that one too then." Since I can't help you, I guess you will. What burns me up is that I have to sit by and watch him fail, when even though I'm a teacher and could explain things to him without giving him the answers or doing the work for him. He's not stupid, DESE is.

Sunday, April 08, 2007

Happy Easter!

Happy Easter, everyone! Go eat plenty of ham, find lots of eggs, and make sure to find a solid chocolate bunny. Don't get ripped off by the hollow ones! However, as a friend of mine pointed out yesterday, hollow bunnies are worth it if you shove them full of peanut butter after you bite the ears off. Plus, our theory is that the peanut butter makes them healthy! Enjoy the day.

Monday, April 02, 2007

Residents of Apartmentland No More!

We are now finally out of the apartment. My family and Kenny's family descended upon us early Saturday morning and moved us out in one day. Luckily, the rain held off until the very last load was being unloaded. As they moved the washer and dryer off of the trailer, we heard the first raindrops start to ping on the metal. By the time they had them in the garage, it started pouring rain. My cats spent all day Saturday in the basement storage room traumatized. We took them over to the house early in the morning before anyone got there. In the short distance from the apartment to the house, Mackie managed to go to the bathroom and throw up twice. She just works herself up any time I put her in a car. When we unloaded her at the house, she took up residence in the litter box and refused to come out. Patches just stayed in her tube in the cat condo and hissed and swatted at anyone who came close. It was not a fun day for them, but they are slowly adjusting to the new house. They are still having trouble navigating the stairs to the basement. Going up, not a problem. Going down, they look like rabbits!

We haven't unpacked yet though. After my family left yesterday, Kenny and I went back to the apartment and cleaned it from the ceiling to the floors. I know we aren't going to get the deposit back, but I believe in trying to leave things cleaned up and better than it was when I moved in there. No one bothered to clean it up for me, and if someone after me needs to move in quick like I did, at least it's clean and ready to go. Unfortunately, I don't think the apartment manager has enough sense to do a thorough cleaning. Perhaps I shouldn't say he doesn't have enough sense, he's just too lazy to do his job. As we were moving out this weekend, there were four other apartments being vacated. Our neighbors upstairs are planning on moving out as soon as their lease is up. As they said, things that they have reported needing fixed since they moved in this fall are still not fixed along with the general condition of the apartment complex itself. The playground slide is being held up by one bolt and someone has stolen all of the chains off of the swings. You would think that Trident Corporation would recognize a red flag when 5 apartments are vacated in one weekend even though rent has been paid on the apartments and other people are breaking their leases to leave. If I was working in a supervisory position, I'd be out there wanting to know what's going on and why we were losing customers. To my knowledge, no one ever comes to check up on James, the apartment manager, and the condition of the apartment complex. Oh well, not my problem. At least he can't come back and say we left the apartment trashed. It's as clean as we can make it.

I did notice something interesting this weekend. This was the first time our families have officially "met". It was like a clash of two different worlds. Kenny's parents came to help us move after their golf lesson. My dad drove up after a night at the races in Malden. It was awkward and I'm not sure either family likes the other one. Oh well, I guess what's important is that Kenny and I like each other. Our families don't have to live together! On the other hand, it was a stressful time and perhaps if they spent more time together things might be different. We'll see!

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Weekend Update

My brother's wedding went off without a single hitch on Saturday. Other than the fact that it started snowing and was really cold (which resulted in my developing a lovely cold), things went really well. My sister won the award for the most messed up wedding gifts. She found some really tacky goblets covered in bling that said, and I quote, "Pimp" and "Ho". Good thing Roy and Jen have a sense of humor. At least they laughed in front of us when they opened them up. Don't worry, that wasn't the only thing she gave them. We all gave them money for their honeymoon. They are currently in the Smoky Mountains and from everything they have said, they're having a lot of fun.

Kenny and I left Malden after the reception on Saturday night. We made it back to Washington in the wee hours of Sunday morning and I got up and left for the Show Me Professional Development Conference at Tan-Tar-A. It was a very informative conference. There are several topics that Triola and I want to present to our faculty here at Clark-Vitt next year during PD days. Unfortunately, the chances of them listening to us and actually trying out our suggestions are slim to none. I think it's really sad that even though we take the kids they don't want to deal with off their hands for a considerable chunk of time everyday, most of them have the attitude that we're not "real teachers", therefore what we have to say has little to no value. Luckily, what I'll be presenting on, the better answers formula, has data to back it up from schools that are actually using the formula. I made quite a few contacts with principals and other teachers who said they would be most happy to share their data to help me get my point across. I find it's always nice when you can come at people with numbers from teachers in the field who are actually practicing what they preach. Hopefully some people will be willing to try it out.

My parents have come up this week to help pack up my apartment. I tell you, all of the boxes stacked everywhere are starting to stress me out! I am eternally grateful to my parents for coming up and helping. When we offered for the house, we were sure they would counter, at least on the closing date, and we'd have plenty of time to pack. Oh wrong! With the wedding, my conference, coming home feeling like I've been run over like a truck, parent/teacher conferences, and tutoring this week, I haven't had time to get all of the packing done that my parents have managed to do this week. As they said, it also gave them time away after the wedding. They have been a huge help. Big thanks go out to the folks! I'll just be glad to be in the house where we'll have plenty of room for visitors.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

The Purchases We Make

Here is a funny story/warning to those who impulse buy. Triola, the lady I co-teach with, came in yesterday absolutely livid. A couple of weeks ago, her husband and his brothers travelled to Jupiter, FL for a week-long spring training and golf trip. When he returned home, he said he had a special surprise for her. He had purchased a swimsuit for her, which she said was a pretty two piece, but was nothing spectacular and nothing she would wear outside of their own home pool. Fast forward to Tuesday evening. Her credit card bill came in and her payment had jumped substantially and there were some charges on the bill from Florida that she couldn't figure out. She figured the swimsuit had cost around $30-$75, like most average swimsuits. Her husband finally 'fessed up. The swimsuit cost $300!!! My first response was is it made of gold? Kenny wanted to know if it was diamond encrusted. She said at first she laughed because she could think of no other response. Then she said the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She said she kept thinking about what she's wanted to buy but didn't because she thought the items were too expensive. I haven't seen the suit yet, but if I do, I'll try to get a picture so we can all see what a $300 swimsuit looks like! Needless to say, her husband is working overtime for the next couple of Saturdays to earn enough extra money to pay for the suit (they won't take it back). Everybody is calling the overtime "Swimsuit Saturdays".

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Muscles hurt that I didn't know I had....

I am in the process of packing up the apartment. I did a marathon packing session last night, packing up and selecting books to take to our last IRA meeting of the year to give to our Habitat for Humanity bookcase that we're donating to one of the new houses being built this year. First of all, I know I'm a bookworm, but I never realized how many books I have! Good Lord! You would be surprised how heavy these books are. I am still not finished, but hopefully I will be this afternoon.

The downside of this packing adventure is that I felt about 100 years old when I got out of bed this morning. I have a feeling that Bengay and those Thermawrap heat thingies are about to become my best friends. I hurt from the top of my head to the soles of my feet! I don't remember moving being this painful the last time around. Maybe it's like childbirth. Everyone tells me you don't remember the pain once you have the baby, at least that's what all of the older teachers here keep telling me when I express doubts about whether or not I want to even go down that road. Somehow, I'm not believing them! I have a feeling I'll definitely remember how painful this move is!

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Live Theater

This morning, most of our school went to see the local community college's production of Beauty and the Beast. Since it was most of our school, and some of the comments heard from the backward bumpkins riding my bus was, "This is gonna be stupid, this is so dumb, this is gay....", I was pretty well prepared for mass mayhem during the performance. I was already planning out my apology letter to the drama department as we all took our seats. What I forgot to take into account was that even though our kids are pretty jaded, there is power in live performances that can calm the most savage beasts. All of the students around me were mesmerized for 2 and a half hours. I couldn't believe it. From talking to the other teachers, the kids around them were speechless as well. I had to smile on the way back to school; some of the earlier naysayers were the ones who were talking about how cool all the costumes and sets were, how they liked the explosions, and how in the world did the actors not fall into the hole in the middle of the stage (the pit). For all of my drama and theater friends, your field of work and study gave me hope that maybe some of my kids are human, or have the capability to appreciate the finer things in life, after all!

Friday, March 09, 2007

Charlie Brown Christmas - Performed by the Cast of Scrubs

Even though it's way past Christmas time, Kenny found this online and since Scrubs if my favorite TV show, I figured I'd share the laughs.

Check out this link!

I just happened to stumble upon this link and it cracked me up. Check out Celebriducks, I guess for the person who has everything!
http://www.celebriducks.com/shop/newducks.htm

Birthday Meme

Events:
1820: Missuour Compromise signed into law by President James Monroe allowing Missouri to enter as a slave state, but making the rest of the Louisiana Purchase Territory slave-free
1981: After 19 years presenting the CBS Evening News, Walter Cronkite signs off for the last time.
1853: Guiseppe Verdi's La Traviata opera premiers in Venice

Births:
1475: Michelange, Italian artist
1806: Elizateth Barrett Browning, British poet
1946: David Gilmour, British musician of Pink Floyd fame

Deaths:
Louisa May Alcott and John Phillip Sousa

Holiday/Observance:
Feast of Saint Colette, founder of the Colettine Poor Clares

March 6

House Pictures, I hope!

Okay, I'm going to attempt to add a link where people can go see the pictures of the new house. If it doesn't work, let me know and I'll try againhttp://www.flickr.com/photos/7231400@N03/

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Deb's about to kick some apartment manager butt!

Get this- I went yesterday to tell my stupid, jerk apartment manager that we were moving out at the end of the month. First of all, this idiot was standing outside while there was a worker using some kind of sander that sounded like a lawnmower when I walked up to him. I had to yell to be heard over the thing and when I told him I needed to talk to him, the idiot ROLLED HIS EYES! If you are a teacher (or the parent of a teenager), you know this is the one thing that makes most of us crazy. He then very rudely said, "What?" I had to yell again that perhaps we should go inside the office so I wouldn't have to yell at him. I went in and told him, "We've bought a house, so we'll be moving out at the end of this month." He looked me straight in the face with a little smirk and said, "Well, you can't." Wrong thing to say to someone whose last name is German. Now, I'm generally a calm person when dealing with idiots (after all, I teach school and a class where people regularly poop their pants), but this guy has ticked me off one too many times with his condescending attitude (translation, I usually have doormat written on my forehead). For some reason, I saw red and wasn't able to censor what came out of my mouth. My first thought was, "Oh hell no, you did not just say that to me." I managed to not say that, but I put my hands on my hips, did that head roll thing that all of the African American girls I went to high school had down to a tee, and said, "Watch me." His response was, "Well, you can move out, but you're going to have to pay the rent for the entire month of April." I'm sorry, when I signed my original lease, I had to sign for the entire first year. After that, rent was on a month to month basis. It said that they liked a 30 day written notice of moving out, but that rent would be prorated if it was under half of the amount of the month left. He says the company doesn't do that now, and I'll have to pay for the whole month. I wanted to tell him that I should only have to pay for the first week since I went for three and a half weeks without hot water at the end of November and into the coldest part of December. I guess they don't think it's necessary to "prorate" hot water. I will be so glad to out of this place and never have to deal with this complete a**hole again. I'm seriously considering contacting the main office and telling them I'll pay them for the first couple of days, but no more since I went without a hot water heater and because I'm sick and tired of dealing with this jerk who does nothing to benefit the residents who aren't his "party buddies" and who never cause him problems. The only thing that I've ever had a problem with was the hot water heater. I am always early on my rent, usually to the tune of about two weeks. Right now, I'd like to take my rent check and shove it where the sun doesn't shine on this guy. So, if I get put in jail for going postal on this guy, it may be a while before you all hear from me. I have a feeling that I'm going to still have to end up paying for the whole month since it's corporate America, and believe me, customer service has went down the drain with Trident Corporation, but still, I'd like to kick this idiot's butt. At least it would make me feel better.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Update

I have a ton of things to tell you guys, so bear with me on the long posting.

1. Dad: Dad's surgery went great. He was sent home the next day and is doing very well. All of your prayers and thoughts were really appreciated by all of the family. In true German spirit, there were many moments of hilarity, even in the hospital. On the way down the night before in the lovely snowstorm, Kenny and I decided to take a trip, ala a ride on the Tilt-A-Whirl for all of you carnival fans, in his car. About 5 miles south of St. Genevieve, we hit a patch of black ice, he lost control, we spun across the median, and ended up facing north in the northbound lane. Think of the scene in Tommy Boy where the deer wakes up in the backseat and they loose control of the car. I'll leave it up to you to decide which one of us resembles Chris Farley or David Spade. Luckily, there was no deer in the backseat! Dad saw all of us before he went into surgery. When he came out, they had him on a wonderful drug cocktail of Fentanyl and something else that was going through his iv. He didn't remember seeing any of us before surgery, and he kept asking things like, "Where's your mother?", "Did ya'll just get here?", and our personal favorite,"How's the food here? I'm hungry." He kept dozing off and waking up, at which point he'd ask the same questions. We thought about making up different answers each time, but Mom said that was just mean and that we should behave ourselves. We also had a dramatic reading of his new "instruction manual" that comes with his defibrilator/pacemaker. We learned such tidbits as he can no longer weld things (Thank the Lord!), he can still use the microwave to pop popcorn and heat up contraband honey buns, and that if he and my mother are having "relations" and his defibrilator goes off, my mother may receive a shock. Only my family could find humor in an otherwise humorless situation. In any case, he is doing well, but he still needs to quit smoking. He's been smoking since he was 13, and I've watched him try to quit numerous times over the years, but he never manages to stay quit.
2. Life in Apartmentland: Our days in apartment land are numbered. Kenny and I have just joined the adult world of being "homeowners". We have purchased a home here in Washington. We've been looking for about a month. We've seen so many houses that they're all starting to blend together. Our closing date is March 30th, so once again, it will be a moving marathon. The new house has 3 bedrooms, 2 baths, a large kitchen with ceramic tiles, a finished family room in the walk-out basement, new berber carpet throughout the house, french doors in the main level kitchen that go out to a deck, french doors out of the family room in the basement that go out to the underside of the deck that has been made into a screened porch, and a two car garage. Needless to say, we're excited, but a little sick at the same time. As long as we don't think about what we've done, we're happy, but this is a huge committment. It's saying not only am I committing to living in this place for quite a while, but when you buy a house with someone, it's a big committment in that you're saying, yes, I'm going to stay with you for the long haul, which sounds really weird coming from me since I've always been the one who wanted someone to commit, (not to a mental hospital, but that may happen if they stay in a longterm relationship with me!). Sorry about the run-sentence there! It's just that now I'm at that point, where we've bought a house, are considering getting married, etc. and I'm kind of freaked out. I'll be okay, but it's like a cold slap in the face from reality. I'll try to figure out how to set up a Flicker account and upload the other pictures so you all can get an idea of what the inside and outside looks like. Don't worry guys, I'm happy about the purchase, but it's taking some getting used to.
3. The slap me in the head part of the post: As if all of the above weren't enough to make me insane, I've decided to return to graduate school and get my degree in library science, which is what I originally wanted to do anyway. I had to get reading certification to keep my job and it was only another three classes after all of the certification classes to earn my master's degree. I went that route so I could move up on the pay scale. In any case, I'm in the process of applying to Mizzou and will only be taking 1 class per semester. I'm trying to avoid taking out any more student loans, plus finishing a master's degree in four semesters is the definition of stupid. The new degree is a total of 42 hours. With taking one class per semester, I think it will take me anywhere from 4 and a half to 5 years. Keep in mind that math is not my strong point! Wish me luck!
4. Since I'm going to be meeting people about a mortgage, getting inspections and appraisals done on the new house, and packing like a crazy person (hopefully we'll find enough boxes), posting may be spotty for a while, like it typically is. I'll try to get pictues uploaded so you all can see the house. We'll send out new address and phone info in the near future as soon as that all gets straightened out.