Pure BLISS.
Eighteen. First love. Valentine's Day. Need I say more?
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
Not BSM, but best weekend find...
Not feeling so great...nothing hugely wrong...just not feeling like myself lately. Had a great time at the conference...sadly, no photos though! Absolutely no time for that...was disappointed, but amazed by all that I learned there, especially amazed by a keynote speaker I heard- a Georgia author, Melissa Fay Greene, who has written a book called There is No Me Without You. As soon as I am able, I am heading straight to the bookstore to purchase this book. She made me laugh, cry, think, worry about the world, DREAM...I wanted to know her, have coffee with her, chat about her story...or at the very least, curl up in my bed and READ her fabulous book. Now, THAT I can do.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Mini-vacation
Road trippin' with my very best friend in the whole wide world, S.
We are off on an adventure...a conference for English teachers at Callaway Gardens! YIPPEE...
No school, no families, no responsibilities...well, not many...when I return, I will post some photos of our grand journey. This poem, S. once shared with me, expresses what we feel about the going...the trip...the part that we enjoy most. Hope you like it as much as we do. Enjoy the rest of your week!
The Sacred
by: Stephen Dunn
After the teacher asked if anyone had
a sacred place
and the students figeted and shrank
in their chairs, the most serious of them all
said it was his car,
being in it alone, his tape deck playing
things he'd chosen, and the others knew the truth
had been spoken
and began speaking about their rooms
their hiding places, but the car kept coming up
the car in motion,
music filling it, and sometimes one other person
who understood the bright alter of the dashboard
and how far away
a car could take him from the need
to speak, to answer, the key
in having a key
and putting it in, and going
We are off on an adventure...a conference for English teachers at Callaway Gardens! YIPPEE...
No school, no families, no responsibilities...well, not many...when I return, I will post some photos of our grand journey. This poem, S. once shared with me, expresses what we feel about the going...the trip...the part that we enjoy most. Hope you like it as much as we do. Enjoy the rest of your week!
The Sacred
by: Stephen Dunn
After the teacher asked if anyone had
a sacred place
and the students figeted and shrank
in their chairs, the most serious of them all
said it was his car,
being in it alone, his tape deck playing
things he'd chosen, and the others knew the truth
had been spoken
and began speaking about their rooms
their hiding places, but the car kept coming up
the car in motion,
music filling it, and sometimes one other person
who understood the bright alter of the dashboard
and how far away
a car could take him from the need
to speak, to answer, the key
in having a key
and putting it in, and going
Wordless Wednesday: Middle School Pajama Party
(Sort of Wordless Wednesday) Sweet, well behaved children, home-made hot chocolate, cookies, games, and pajamas at school- What fun!!Sunday, February 3, 2008
Blood, sweat and tears
I feel ridiculously foolish...and I am in a tad bit of pain.
Spent most of today at a local emergency medical site...slammed my finger in the car door. This is completely why they call these things "accidents." I honestly do not know how this happened! I just recall snatching my hand out of the door and seeing the blood gush. I was worrying about my fabulous boots that I got for Christmas (LOL); no blood stains on them, when all of a sudden...the pain hit!
Let's just say that I would be the first person to spill the beans if anyone was ever threatening to make me reveal secrets by removing my fingernails! (You know you've seen that on movies, where they use torture tactics to make people talk!) Anyway, I had seven shots, three x-rays, one fingernail removed, stitches in the nail bed, two perscriptions, and a woozy head when it was all said and done. I am THE worst kind of baby with NO tolerance for pain. The husband most likely has sore spots on his hand where I grabbed and held so tight.
So, I have been resting in bed the rest of the day coasting on a cloud of pain medicine. I will be fine...just wanted to admit to being THE clumsiest person on earth. This post has taken FOREVER to type, so I am going to go crawl back beneath my cozy comforter now.
Hope you had a nice weekend!
Spent most of today at a local emergency medical site...slammed my finger in the car door. This is completely why they call these things "accidents." I honestly do not know how this happened! I just recall snatching my hand out of the door and seeing the blood gush. I was worrying about my fabulous boots that I got for Christmas (LOL); no blood stains on them, when all of a sudden...the pain hit!
Let's just say that I would be the first person to spill the beans if anyone was ever threatening to make me reveal secrets by removing my fingernails! (You know you've seen that on movies, where they use torture tactics to make people talk!) Anyway, I had seven shots, three x-rays, one fingernail removed, stitches in the nail bed, two perscriptions, and a woozy head when it was all said and done. I am THE worst kind of baby with NO tolerance for pain. The husband most likely has sore spots on his hand where I grabbed and held so tight.
So, I have been resting in bed the rest of the day coasting on a cloud of pain medicine. I will be fine...just wanted to admit to being THE clumsiest person on earth. This post has taken FOREVER to type, so I am going to go crawl back beneath my cozy comforter now.
Hope you had a nice weekend!
Friday, February 1, 2008
Old Photo Friday- 5 Generations
Butter beans, fresh field peas, snap beans, fried chicken, home-made buttermilk buiscuits, sweet tea, and Milky Way cake. These days are long gone. This photo, circa 1989, represents my heritage. My father's people are from Dublin, Georgia...down home seriously southern folks who know how to cook and know how to eat. Besides me and the daughter, my father is the only one in the photo that is still living. In years past, he has had to bury both of these women who helped raise him into the most amazing man. I ADORE my dad. He has taught me so much in my life- about generosity, work ethic, loyalty, patience, and unconditional love. This is the man that I had to tell, at seventeen, that I was pregnant. This is the man who was disappointed, but did not take long to wrap his arms around me and say, "It's going to be alright." This is the man that I am so thankful to have in my life. I could not have asked God for better parents. Just wait until you meet my mom!Have a fabulous weekend...hope you are able to enjoy your family!
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