Friday, December 18, 2009
Shayne and Rick posing for goofy pictures on the way back
Maya pretending to sleep at the hotel room
On the way back, a little south of Flagstaff, we stopped at a rest area that overlooked a beautiful scene
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Sunday, December 13, 2009
If your "true love" didn't remember you in the traditional "twelve days of Christmas" style, consider this:
My Darling John,
I answered the door today and to my delightful surprise the postman handed me a partridge in a pear tree. What a marvelous gift. I just couldn't have been more surprised and pleased.
With deepest love and affection, Your only true love,
Again today the postman brought me a beautiful gift from you. Just imagine- two turtle doves. I'm so delighted. Your gift is so thoughtful. They're absolutely adorable.
All my love,
My Dear Dear John,
Aren't you the extravagant one. Now I really must protest. I don't deserve such generosity. Three French Hens. They're darling. But I must insist you've been far too kind.
My Dear Sweetheart,
Today again the postman knocked on my door and this time he delivered four calling birds. Now really, John. They're beautiful, but don't you think enough is enough? You're being just too romantic.
My Dear Sweet John,
What an absolutely wonderful surprise. Today the postman brought me five golden rings. One for each finger. You're just impossible, but I love it. Frankly, all those birds are beginning to get on my nerves.
When I opened my door this morning there were six geese-a-laying on my front steps. So you're back to the birds again. John, they're huge. Where in the world will I keep them, or what will I do with all those eggs they're-a-laying? The neighbors are complaining about the noise and the smell and I can't sleep a wink. Please, please stop.
What's with you and all these blasted birds? Now it's seven swans-a-swimming. What kind of lousy joke is this? Bird droppings all over the house. My fingers are raw to the bone from building all these birdcages. I can't sleep. It's not funny any longer so stop it immeadiately.
OK Buster. What in the world is going on? What in Sam Hill am I going to do with eight maids a-milking? I prefer the birds. It's not enough with all those birds and maids, they had to bring all their cows with them. The lawn is a mess. You have to be careful where you step, and the house smells awful. I'm warning you-lay off.
Hey, Jerk, what are you, some kind of weirdo Today there's nine pipers piping. All they do is chase the maids. The cows are giving too much milk. The neighbors refuse to buy the milk. The birds are all screeching because of the playing pipers and the maids refuse to eat goose eggs. What am I supposed to do? The neighbors have started eviction proceedings against me. I'll get you.
You rotten knucklehead. Now there's ten ladies dancing. All they do is dance all night long. I don't have enough food storage to last many more days. They're eating me out of house and home. All the cows are getting sick, all the milk is going sour and the board of health is threatening to condemn the place. I've had it, you stupid blockhead. I'm calling the police.
One who means it--------Agnes
Listen you goon. What's with eleven lords a-leaping? All those maids and ladies and pipers are driving me nuts. All 23 of the birds have been trampled to death. I hope you're satisfied.
Your sworn enemy,
Dear Sir: This is to acknowledge your latest gift of twelve drummers drumming which you have seen fit to inflict on my client. Miss Agnes McFurry's destruction was of course, total, and she is now at Happydale Sanitarium where attendants have instructions to shoot you on sight. Enclosed please find a bill for all damages and a warrant for your arrest.
Attorney at Law
Friday, December 11, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
The "News Club" he referred to at the beginning is a club I run with two other teachers. We have about 35 fifth and sixth graders who meet each Tuesday and plan, tape and produce an 8-10 minute newscast that the kids in the school watch each Friday. It is usually my most stressful hour of the week because it is a lot to plan and coordinate after an already full work day. It is also a lot of fun. Anyway, some of the News Club kids got to take pictures of and videotape the event and a few others got to interview the anchor (Cory), the cameraman and the helicopter pilot. They were in heaven with all of the interaction with actual news people. It was really a fun experience. It was fun for me to watch later because now that I teach in the lab I know all the kids! Shayne had a blast too.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
We have all been involved in the H1N1 hubbub in the past few months whether we wanted to be or not. Recently it has become popular for schools to schedule the vaccinations of the school children on-site, at the school, with parent permission.
Looking deeper than the convenience of not having to go to the doctor's office, what do you think of this? Am I the only one around who worries about the long-term implications of the blurring of the line between education and health care? It just seems a little too Orwellian to me that we are lining up our children to be inoculated at the public schools. I think school should be school and that families still need to take their children to the doctor's office for health care issues that need more than a band aid or an ice pack. Also, by giving the vaccinations at school, are we unofficially endorsing them as a good idea? I could go on and on, but as this is on the Internet, and I am a teacher, I won't. Am I being paranoid here or does this rub anyone else the wrong way?
PS- This is also my hundredth post :)
Sunday, December 6, 2009
This is one of our favorite Chrismas movies to watch. I really like the older animated version a lot better than the full-length movie that came out a few years ago.
This is a very well-done version of A Christmas Carol also, and it was a family tradition to watch it in our home when I was growing up. I make sure to watch it at least once every December.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
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Thursday, October 22, 2009
It is wonderfully written, and like I wrote, I couldn't put it down. It is true that the subject matter is deeply personal to me, so you may only cry a few times while you read it while I only stopped crying a few times. It is moving more than sad, so don't let the crying scare you off! I think this would be a great read for school-aged kids, probably from 4th on up (5th or 6th on up if reading independently). Even though it is written for kids, I would highly recommend it for anyone. It gives invaluable insight into the lives of families with children who have disabilities that would be hard to find anywhere except for personal experience. Hearing the story from the perspective of the sister/daughter makes it even more interesting. Anyway, it is well worth the time, just have a box of tissues handy!
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
Sarah and James 7/09
Tammy and Melissa 7/08
Wendy, I am going to get a great photo of you and your little one next summer!