tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45277872536223064732024-03-13T03:08:05.867-07:00JellyBellyBegoneRMSLILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734160135326574866noreply@blogger.comBlogger485125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527787253622306473.post-11688524675036108942019-01-14T18:23:00.004-08:002019-01-14T18:23:51.771-08:00Why do I teach?<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">Why do I teach? I was asked that today. I explained to her it is for the students that need me.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Two years ago, this one student hated me. I mean hated me. He would make under the breath comments every day about me, my teaching, or my body image. Sometimes I called him out, sometimes I ignored him. This was all year.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">Fast forward two years, I have him again as a senior. He speaks to me daily in the hall, we talk about standardized tests, all his classes and his weaknesses. </span></span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large; white-space: pre-wrap;"> I co-teach with a great guy that the students love. He is the good cop, I am the bad cop. I take a small group of students to work in a separate environment but his group stays with my male co-teacher. Thirty minutes later, this student is in my class in front of me, ME</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large; white-space: pre-wrap;">, asking for help. I was shocked but talked him through the situation.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large; white-space: pre-wrap;">I discussed this with my co-teacher after class. He told me that this student stood up and looked at him and said, "I am going to Ms. S for help". He didn't want his help but mine....That is why I teach....when the students realize what they need and seek you out despite their past feelings and outwardly dislike of you as an individual. </span>RMSLILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734160135326574866noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527787253622306473.post-72890803335429317832018-01-17T15:07:00.001-08:002018-01-17T15:07:27.901-08:00Sad again....<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">This sweet face went to Heaven today. She was my outdoor cat that adopted me. She was one of a kind. She came around about 10 years ago or so, she had no hair and was ugly. I gave her good food, love and watched her turn into a beautiful calico.If I was not home she went to her second home, </span><a class="profileLink" data-hovercard-prefer-more-content-show="1" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=100003795536300&extragetparams=%7B%22fref%22%3A%22mentions%22%7D" href="https://www.facebook.com/angela.moore.71619?fref=mentions" style="background-color: white; color: #365899; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-decoration-line: none;">Angela Moore</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">. She knew when I was out of town and would run down the driveway to meet Angela for her breakfast and dinner. She would also enjoy Angela's food so much that she would tell An</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">gela that I did not feed her after getting a belly full with me when I was home. I loved seeing her know my car come down the street, she would run down the driveway excited to see me. We had let her come into part of the house during the hard winter nights and the snow days. I would have taken her in a long time ago but she has an indoor step-brother.Lilbit, who enjoys being the only indoor cat and let her know every time she snuck inside. She had been showing her age lately. She disappeared Saturday and returned Tuesday afternoon very sick. I have to thank God for bringing her back to me for peace and closure. You were a great kitty, Cocoa.The picture of her in the kitchen was a day she snuck in without the indoor cat knowing. </span><br />
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RMSLILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734160135326574866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527787253622306473.post-76183901522790985792017-11-28T19:53:00.002-08:002017-11-28T19:53:50.511-08:00DEVASTATEDI am devastated. I stopped by to see my nephew at his house at 4:50 PM. His male cat is always at the door to greet me. It used to be the female but the male took over. I left at 5:25. My sister was decorating the tree and my nephew doing homework. I walk in the pharmacy at 6:37 when my nephew calls to tell me his house is on fire. I asked if he was kidding and he said he wasn't I could tell he was crying. I told my mom that we had to go that the sirens were heard on way to pharmacy were going to their house. I sped. I arrived to find them out in the street but their two cats did not make it. I am so grateful my family is ok but devastated about those two wonderful cats. ....RIP Buster and Mittens<br />
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FYI....house is condemned. The Red Cross is providing a hotel. They will come here if they have to but we will need to get some beds. It started in the kitchen cooking. That is all I really know right now.<br />
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Please pray.RMSLILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734160135326574866noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527787253622306473.post-17518601210057969862017-07-07T14:22:00.001-07:002017-07-07T14:23:28.084-07:00ReunionI think I have shared this picture before. My brother baptized a new Christian named Jamie in the river by our church in 2009. We found out today that Jamie went to see Jesus July 5. Can you imagine the reunion he also had with my brother?<br />
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<br />RMSLILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734160135326574866noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527787253622306473.post-42834551810939465192017-02-16T19:34:00.000-08:002017-02-16T19:34:31.022-08:00PraiseI have had a tough few days at work. As I reflect, I have a tendency to let the negative outweigh the positive.<br />
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I have a student that transferred in from an alternative school a few years ago. He does not like change and was not happy about his transfer during the last few weeks of school. He made it clear to me that he didn't like me nor want anything to do with me. Sorry Charlie, nothing I could do.<br />
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Fast forward almost two years, he is a few months from graduating. He walks up and hands me a single Hershey Kiss. I really thought it was a joke or that he had licked it first. I asked what's this. He told me that it was a kiss for me. I said ok. The other teacher in the room asked what he was doing. He told her he gave me a chocolate kiss because I have always encouraged him and pushed him and that he may not be in school right now without that. He said he could be on the streets doing whatever but he's in school and graduating.<br />
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It did not really hit me until this evening what he had said. I want to cry. That was one of my best gifts ever. I will be there in June yelling when he walks across the stage.<br />
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I have one sister. Besides my mother, that's all my family other than a cousin.<br />
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I graduate with my Master's in May , 3 hours away. It is sort of a big deal.<br />
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Sister told my mom they are not coming because her husband wants to go to a concert the night before and they may schedule a baseball tournament for my nephew.<br />
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Hard to be the better person.RMSLILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734160135326574866noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527787253622306473.post-65190367501738709332016-12-20T17:04:00.001-08:002016-12-20T17:04:11.966-08:00Mission Field or BattlefieldI know I only post when I have prayer requests. It has been a long year and a half going to school for my Masters and working full-time. I have one week of college work left then a comprehensive exam and I will have earned my Masters in Special Education.<br />
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Special education has led me to my mission field of helping students daily. Most days I love it but there are some days I wonder why.<br />
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The school that I have been placed at is a rough school. A very rough school. It is not only my mission field but a battlefield for spiritual warfare.<br />
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I cannot go into specific details because I have been very open in my blog about the area I live . I will tell you that I need all the prayer and annointing that I can get from everyone. A lot of things have happened this month that could have ended badly but God has shown his favor on me , my co-workers and our students.<br />
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Please continue to pray for me and all students that I encounter. Teaching is a tough job.RMSLILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734160135326574866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527787253622306473.post-61075476414203644342016-10-14T18:01:00.003-07:002016-10-14T18:01:57.556-07:00PrayerThere is not an update on the last prayer request yet.My mom called her but she could not talk right then and she did not call my mom back like she said she would.<br />
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I work with some students that have real problems. Our lives were easy peasy when you hear what they have faced.....<br />
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This student that needs prayer...we will say his name is...N....N is an orphan in all reality. He has lost both parents and is in foster care. I do not know all the details. I do know N is a mouthy mouth. N must have the last word. Sometimes I fight N about the mouthiness and last word, sometimes I do not because the battle is huge. N was quiet yesterday....very unusual for N....extremely unusual for N.....I asked if N was ok, he said yes. I asked again later if he needed to talk , he said no. So, I prayed for N...right there in the classroom, I silently prayed for N.<br />
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Today I saw N and he was in a better mood. I told him I was glad to see him in a better mood. He told me that someone he is close to was diagnosed with cancer. I told him that I prayed for him. He paused. I asked if it was ok that I did that. He responded with " why wouldn't it be". Then gave me a big hug. N does go to a local church, I asked . N also told me that he was told those who have heavy trials down here will have big mansions in Heaven. I told him that Heaven can only happen if our hearts are right with God. (I can't go but so far in school unless asked.). He told me he knows Jesus and is active in a fairly well known local church.<br />
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I have days where I wonder why I am at this particular school.....N is why. As a friend told me this afternoon....that school is your mission field.RMSLILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734160135326574866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527787253622306473.post-19261106242854738052016-09-14T20:16:00.001-07:002016-09-14T20:16:23.802-07:00PrayerI need my prayer warriors to pray for my co-worker. I was placed in a God moment today....a moment that can only be God. This co-worker out of the blue shared with me that she had lost her son over the summer. I had no idea. I also rarely talk to this co-worker except in passing. It was so out of the blue that she told me this that I was astounded.......I was able to tell her that it was God that brought us into that room together because if my family's loss. She asked if my mom could call her and talk to her soon. Please pray for this co-worker and my mom to have the right words to minister to her.RMSLILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734160135326574866noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527787253622306473.post-82253558203551736182016-08-11T19:32:00.000-07:002016-08-11T19:32:34.769-07:00UpdateFor those of you that have read my blog for many years know who the crazy lady is from years back, She passed away this afternoon after battling dementia for years. This was my mom's last member of her original family.<br />
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For those of you that remember all the antics she did to my mom through the years will understand my sarcasm......Of course ,she passed away today, we were away on vacation. She went out of this world with an antic played on my mom one last time.<br />
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My mom was always good to her regardless of what was played on her.<br />
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We were leaving NY tomorrow and heading to Hershey this weekend. Now we are heading home.<br />
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Pray for our travels. I dont like driving over 5 hours in a day.This is a 10 hour trip.<br />
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We have been in Cooperstown , NY at the elite baseball camp for 12 year olds. We came as a family last Friday. We witnessed his team go 5-1 in seed play. Get ranked 13 out of 104 teams, then go on to two tournament games...Plus we witnessed him get his first and second home run ever. Great week for him and I am glad we could see it.RMSLILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734160135326574866noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527787253622306473.post-31472039184545979732016-05-30T19:27:00.000-07:002016-05-30T19:27:05.490-07:00Cat funny!I have to share this funny...<br />
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My cat loves ice cream. The only human food he eats is ice cream and rice pudding. He gets just a little bit. I do have to tell you that he can be asleep and know we are eating ice cream.<br />
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So yesterday , I bought a Dole Yonana Maker. I love it so far.<br />
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Well tonight I did frozen pineapple and frozen banana. I shared it with my mom. Here enters the cat. He sees the spoons and bowls and thinks we have ice cream. He keeps going back and forth between us. We let him smell it then he walks away and goes to the other person. He finally gave up and sat in the middle of the floor with this puzzled face like we are so mean and he is so confused.<br />
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He better get used to it.RMSLILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734160135326574866noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527787253622306473.post-2532903393181972442016-03-11T18:32:00.000-08:002016-03-11T18:32:08.734-08:00My take on the election.....I do not talk about political things. It is a big can of worms. I do have to say something. I am sorry if it is offensive. No, I am not sorry. Here is my opinion..........<br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">TRUST GOD NO MATTER WHAT!!</span>RMSLILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734160135326574866noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527787253622306473.post-15900265721568602132016-02-28T18:37:00.002-08:002016-02-28T18:37:44.674-08:00I am still aroundI have not posted since Christmas because I have been busy, busy, busy with work , school and helping my nephew with his school. I get a one week break from school next week. I hope to post something that week.<br />
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I have read some blogs but not posted comments.<br />
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My blog friend living in the mountains, been praying for your mom a speedy recovery.<br />
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My blog friend in Nevada....congrats on grandbaby and house.<br />
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My real life friend in Arlington.....I miss our texts.<br />
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My real life friend in Oregon....I miss our texts and chats.<br />
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I know I left some friends off, my apologies. I will make it up next post.RMSLILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734160135326574866noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527787253622306473.post-56062720464062483242015-12-27T19:17:00.000-08:002015-12-27T19:17:20.393-08:00Christmas!My family is healing. We had a great Christmas under the new normal.<br />
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Christmas Eve was our tradition of sandwiches and various salads with ice cream cake for dessert. We let my nephew have his gifts from his Nanny and myself.<br />
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Christmas morning, Mom and I went to their house but brought breakfast. We watched my nephew open his presents then exchanged gifts with each other.<br />
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Christmas afternoon, we went to the grave sites and left flowers. We then drove to visit my cousin who was spending the day with her Mom, the crazy lady, my aunt.<br />
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Christmas night we ventured back over to my sister's house for a new Christmas Eve dinner. We had prime rib roast, scalloped potatoes, Brussels sprouts, green beans and tons of sweets.<br />
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What was the best thing about Christmas other than the birth of Christ? Laughter.... we laughed as a family for the first time in years. I mean belly laughs. We also reminisced about my dad and brother. The laughter was good. We played Pie in the Face. It was hilarious.<br />
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Thank you God for sending your Son in the form of human flesh to be our Saviour. Thank you for the gift of eternal life in which we will see Jesus and our loved ones again one day.RMSLILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734160135326574866noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527787253622306473.post-51156545982801676472015-10-18T07:52:00.000-07:002015-10-18T07:52:02.013-07:00Reality....Reality of life....<br />
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Had to put on my big girl panties this morning and do something that my father has always taken care of....car trouble. I have been having problems getting my ignition to turn over and was going to call the auto repair shop tomorrow. I also have been telling myself to do that for days.Well, my car did not want to wait until tomorrow. I came in and called my Verizon Roadside Assistance. They are on the way.<br />
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My first official big girl paycheck and......I will have car repairs.<br />
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Isn't life grand. <br />
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I was reprimanded at Wal-Mart today......I opened a soda and drank some of it before paying for it. I was not reprimanded while walking around the store though, I was reprimanded when I paid for it with the rest of my groceries. I just had to laugh.....I was reprimanded for doing the right thing, paying for my items. She said..it is wally world policy that you pay for items before you consume them, most people do not but thank you for purchasing your consumed item....I chuckled because I was talking to another cashier when I pulled it out and opened it and she said nothing. ....Oh the meanness in me wants to go back to her every time with a different opened item just to hear her reprimanding speech and drive her nuts.<br />
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On to other things, I was also praised in wally world by a city police officer for staying and directing a confused elderly woman out of the parking lot and into the store. Then staying with her because she would not talk to the officer, only me. She acted like she was old friends of my mother and myself and wanted to sit down to talk. I saw her standing at a car in the parking lot. She said something to a man while he drove off. I asked if she was alright then she followed my mother and myself into the store. She showed my Mom some papers from her purse so we found out her name. The officer and I went out to the car to get the license plates. I returned and my mom found a paper from her church. I called the church but no answer. Then I remembered that her pastor is friends with my pastor. I called my pastor and was directed to her pastor. He was coming to get her when the police department made contact with the house where the granddaughter informed them that her mother was at wally-world with her somewhere. This had been going on for about 30 minutes. The store finally paged the daughter. She walked over to her mother and scorned her for leaving the vehicle. The police officer dropped his mouth. She told him that her mother is confused easily then thanked him and walked away. I looked at him and he said, I was going to say something but I will do even better. I am filing a report and calling Adult Protective Services. The whole fiasco was 40-45 minutes that this woman would have been sitting in the car in a parking lot alone. It scares me to think of what might have happened to her if someone crazy had found her roaming. We live in a population of gang activity. Anything could have happened to her. I think back and wish I had said something but figured the officer was in control but he was astounded by the behavior himself.<br />
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This bring me to an update of years ago.....the crazy lady, my aunt. She has the fastest acting form of lobal dementia. It has now taken over her ability to feel full. She never weighed over 110, she weighs 210 now. We have found out that part of her craziness years back was a result of the oncoming of dementia but we can not figure out exactly where because of her mean, domineering, in-control personality.<br />
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Ok , I am procrastinating writing a paper.<br />
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Well, brief history if you have not heard before. I shared with my nephew years ago that my Dad did not like catfish. He grew up near a pond of catfish . He thought they were ugly and nasty. The problem is my Mother and I love catfish. My Mom would cook it and my Dad would ask what kind of fish it was and she would always reply that it is just fish. He would eat it. When he passed last year, one of the first questions my nephew asked was whether or not his Be-Bob knew now that he had eaten catfish all these years. I told him probably so. He then inquired whether he would be mad. I replied that in Heaven no one is mad and that his Be-Bob probably laughed.<br />
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Fast forward to today. I asked him where he thought we should go for lunch today in memory of his Be-Bob. He thought and thought. I told him we were going to Olive Garden because Be-Bob always wanted Olive Garden. He agreed. Then he looked at me just as serious as he could be and said we have to go to that new seafood restaurant you found. I asked him why. His reply was because they serve .......CATFISH!<br />
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I laughed and laughed. Oh did I need it on this day.<br />
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Well, we went to the grave-site and released some balloons. He chose a happy face balloon because he wants his Be-Bob to be happy. We did not end up at the fish place because my mom did not think catfish would be a good memoriam lunch. Although if you knew my Dad's jolly personality and jokes, he would have understood. We ended up at Subway because he requested Subway tuna or seafood all the time.<br />
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Overall it was a good day. Having my nephew around made it enjoyable. It is also enjoyable that he is getting some of his Be-Bob's jovial personality to make such suggestions and joke about eating catfish in memory of tricking him all those years.RMSLILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734160135326574866noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527787253622306473.post-31889348332845975282015-07-30T08:25:00.000-07:002015-07-30T08:26:17.376-07:00FinallyYou have been patiently waiting for the good news. I have been patiently waiting for a piece of paper to be in my hand but since it is on a website and I have been called to pick up my official laptop. I figured I would announce it .<br />
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I HAVE A FULL-TIME TEACHING JOB IN SPECIAL EDUCATION!<br />
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Do you know how long I have worked to becoming a teacher and getting a full-time job....Forever! Praise be to God!<br />
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Details later, but please pray that my license arrives soon. That is the only thing that can hold me back.RMSLILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734160135326574866noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527787253622306473.post-81518746168612120202015-06-17T19:04:00.001-07:002015-06-17T19:04:35.679-07:00Good news coming....Good news coming soon.....RMSLILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734160135326574866noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527787253622306473.post-42126658324271503942015-06-02T17:59:00.004-07:002015-06-02T17:59:49.414-07:00I am writingI am writing and writing and writing but unfortunately it is not on this blog . I have three discussion board questions every week,a 2 page paper and a 3 page paper every week. This does not include tests , quizzes and reading......I am stressed but as of Sunday, I am half way through both classes . I can do it, I can do it.<br />
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Just don't ask me to be nice to you right now, I have been just a tad bit feisty.RMSLILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734160135326574866noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527787253622306473.post-38506673015761855732015-05-19T15:31:00.001-07:002015-05-19T15:31:16.547-07:00Pray for Me<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.6099996566772px; line-height: 18.9149990081787px;">I took a big step out of my comfort zone. I have returned to school after 15 years. I am now working towards my Masters in Special Education. I took my first course online last month and received an A. I am set to begin my second class Tuesday. I did some research and discovered that the classes that I need to get my license for next school year are not offered through my Master's program until next summer. So, I enrolled as a non-degree student at a local university to get that one class. What does this mean ? It means from Monday until June 28, I am taking an online course, an in-class lecture course and working 40 + hours a week. The local class is not covered under financial aide . That takes a chunk of my savings away with my work ending in one month. The song "I will Survive", keeps playing in my mind.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.6099996566772px; line-height: 18.9149990081787px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.6099996566772px; line-height: 18.9149990081787px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.6099996566772px; line-height: 18.9149990081787px;">Please pray for me handle all this and to be financially alright this summer.</span>RMSLILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734160135326574866noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527787253622306473.post-15459991413961396762015-04-29T19:13:00.001-07:002015-04-29T19:13:36.390-07:00I didn't do it.....Nope, I didn't do it.<br />
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I did not exercise today. I have been trying to make that a daily habit again. I have had bronchitis and a terrible cough for weeks. I was feeling better this week. I went to Aqua Zumba Monday night and enjoyed it. I did yardwork yesterday. Today, I was going to Aqua Zumba but dinner took longer than expected to cook. I was hungry and didn't want to wait until after 9 to eat dinner after Zumba. So, I stayed home.<br />
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I told myself that I would do a walking DVD. I even changed into comfortable shorts , tshirt and a sports bra. Yep, putting on the sports bra would make me exercise. Oh, that is funny.<br />
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It didn't happen.<br />
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I didn't do it.RMSLILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734160135326574866noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527787253622306473.post-88402549162695623962015-04-29T17:14:00.000-07:002015-04-29T17:14:11.336-07:00MemoriesWe are finding it easier to go through some of my brother's belongings slowly. Today we went through two Bibles, one when he was a young boy and a New Testament he took to church as an adult . My brother was an ordained deacon at our church. We found a note in his New Testament of some notes he wanted to share with the deacons about things that were not quite right. Some background history, my brother wanted change, these men wanted to do things the way they have always done it. This became a big problem in the meetings.<br />
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Out of the blue one week my Grandfather received a visit from some of the older deacons. There was a big vote going out on some change in the church, they were collecting votes. It was kind of dumb to go to the grandfather of a deacon wanting change. Their philosophy was they were visiting the elder members who get ignored...ok....Well, within a few hours my Grandfather calls my mom hotter than a firecracker. These men had told him there was a big vote coming up and they needed his vote to keep the church the way it has always been . He played their game while they were there because he is no dumb bunny. My grandfather already knew what was going on. These men told him that evil had gotten into to our church through one of the deacons and this deacon was wanting to change how things have always been done...ummmmh! This is his grandson. He not only was angry about why they came to the house but their agenda. He said in 40 years, no deacon has been to my house. Furthermore, wanting me to vote on something and thinking I am dumb enough to not know they are calling my grandson evil. This took place when my grandfather was of his good mind.<br />
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Well, in my brother's Bible we found a notecard in his hand-writing. It had letters circled and notes beside each letter of things he wanted to talk about. The second letter was V for Visitation....are we doing it because we care , money or to get votes for our own agenda . Then you saw written, Grandfather/evil. Off those few words I remembered the whole story.<br />
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I was re-reading my blog the other night of some past posts. One of them talked about a man who disliked my brother but years later came up to my Mother and I and talked about my brothers passion for change and how he loved my brother. He also stated he sobbed and sobbed at the funeral.....Well , it was the same man my brother had wrote those words about. He is now in Heaven also.<br />
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I will post memories from time to time. Sometimes they will make sense to no one but me but I want to share....<br />
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My church is struggling to this day because the elders didnt allow change and now all the young ones who would carry on the church have left. HMMH! I wonder if that's how God wants his churches to be.<br />
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