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A Reminder


January 14th, my aunt had to Bayflighted to the hospital where her transplant team is located because her O2 level was not able to be sustained in a safe range.  As I shared the news with the many who have been praying, one of my friends shared the following video with me: http://faithtap.com/402/how-great-thou-art/#t/402/.

Looking over the past year and my precious aunt there have been many low points, but listening to this video reminded me of how much God has done for us.

God brought together a family who put aside things that in the long run didn’t matter so that we could be there to do whatever was necessary.

God gave her the strength to attend the dedication of my cousin’s baby girl.

God guided the surgeon’s hand to safely insert the trachea tube.

God has provided many safe trips to all of us as we travel back and forth.

God is great all the time and in complete control.

Thank you God for all you have done: blessing my life with a wonderful Godly aunt, giving me many wonderful memories of the time we have spent together, for her unconditional love and support, and for each and every day you give us.

God, How Great Thou Art!

PS My aunt loves her country music!


Dance…While you can


One of the things those of you that have been following me know is that I have been trying to work on living the moment to the fullest.  This is not something that comes easy to me as, I am a very detailed scheduler and often miss out on things because it isn’t on the agenda.

While out grocery shopping the other day, this book caught my eye. I took it off the shelf opened the front cover and read the first poem.

First I was dying to finish high school and start college.

 And then I was dying to finish college and start working.

 And then I was dying to marry and have children.

 And then I was dying for my children to grow old enough so I could go back to my career.

 And then I was dying to retire.

 And now I am dying…

and suddenly realize that I forgot to live.

Author Unknown

So I splurged on myself and spent $13 on myself because this book combined something I needed and something I loved.

When I was a little girl one of my greatest desires was to be a ballerina, unfortunately when I was 3 years old I suffered a significant injury to my left leg and according to the doctor was not allowed to dance.  That is part of the reason I enjoy watching my daughter dance.

Daily Progress 2o minutes at a rate of 4mph.



Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day?
Were you in the yard with your wife and children
Or working on some stage in L.A.?
Did you stand there in shock at the sight of that black smoke
Risin’ against that blue sky?
Did you shout out in anger, in fear for your neighbor
Or did you just sit down and cry?

Did you weep for the children who lost their dear loved ones
And pray for the ones who don’t know?
Did you rejoice for the people who walked from the rubble
And sob for the ones left below?
Did you burst out with pride for the red, white and blue
And the heroes who died just doin’ what they do?
Did you look up to heaven for some kind of answer
And look at yourself and what really matters?

I’m just a singer of simple songs
I’m not a real political man
I watch CNN but I’m not sure I can tell
You the difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith, hope and love are some good things He gave us
And the greatest is love

Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day?
Were you teaching a class full of innocent children
Or driving down some cold interstate?
Did you feel guilty ’cause you’re a survivor
In a crowded room did you feel alone?
Did you call up your mother and tell her you loved her?
Did you dust off that Bible at home?

Did you open your eyes, hope it never happened
Close your eyes and not go to sleep?
Did you notice the sunset the first time in ages
Or speak to some stranger on the street?
Did you lay down at night and think of tomorrow
Or go out and buy you a gun?
Did you turn off that violent old movie you’re watchin’
And turn on “I Love Lucy” reruns?

Did you go to a church and hold hands with some strangers
Did you stand in line and give your own blood?
Did you just stay home and cling tight to your family
Thank God you had somebody to love?

Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day?


By Alan Jackson

September 11, 2001 8:46 am  I was student teaching at Rodgers Middle School.  I had just delivered my homeroom to the basketball court for intramurals and walked back to the classroom where the teacher had turned on the TV and told me that an airplane had crashed into one of the Twin Towers.  I was shocked and remember asking, “Is the weather bad?” and hearing “No.” I was so confused.  Then as I saw a second plane crash into the second tower fear begin to mix with the confusion.  My niece attended Rodgers at the time my instinct was to find her, sing her and take her home and keep her safe.  But I had a bigger responsibility at that time, I needed to turn of the TV, pull myself  together and make the day as normal as possible.


As soon as 4:05pm came, I was in my car headed home.  I curled up on the couch with my eyes fixated on the television soaking in the horror of what had happened as tears poured down my face.  For days, every free moment I spent scouring the newspaper, searching the internet, and watching the television trying to soak in all the information I could about this horrible tragedy.  After about a week,  the time came that I could cry no more and I could no longer watch or read more about it.  I began to pull out movies instead to watch on TV.


As a teacher one of the new mandates that has been passed down to us is that we teach about Patriot Day in remembrance of September 11, 2001.  As a teacher and a parent I realize this is a sensitive topic, so I try to share the basic facts of what happened that day and how emotional it was.  I feel it is important to let the student know what happened that day as well as how so many people worked together and the importance of working together.


Daily Progress 1.5 miles at 3.8 mph.
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Today at 1pm, Granny, the princess’ 96 year old great-grandmother, left her earthly home. What a wonderful woman she was and she had a love for quilting. Not only will her memory live on in the 2 quilts I have from her, but the princess was also privileged to be given her own quilt when she was 2.  Not looking forward to having to tell the princess when just 4 months ago her Papa Richard passed away.


Go Rest High On That Mountain 
Songwriters: Gill, Vince;

I know your life on earth was troubled
And only you could know the pain
You weren’t afraid to face the Devil
You were no stranger to the rain

Go rest high on that mountain
Son your work on earth is done
Go to Heaven a shoutin’
Love for the Father and the Son

Oh, how we cried the day you left us
We gathered round your grave to grieve
Wish I could see the angels’ faces

When they hear your sweet voice sing

As far as my progress, I enjoyed a 3mile morning walk.

Family Fun


Wanting to continue to push forward, I welcomed the morning with a jog at the park.  Much happier with my time of 11:47 for the first mile.  I didn’t do a second because I knew I would be doing a lot of walking that afternoon at Animal Kingdom.

What a wonderful day!  My parents, my grandma, my princess, my BFF and her prince loaded up and headed to Animal Kingdom.  Yes it was sweltering hot, but what a wonderful family time we had.

The princess, the prince, and my BFF.

My 85-year-old grandma.

I consider it a tremendous blessing that my precious princess has the opportunity to make such fun memories not only with me and my parents but also with my grandma.  it is an opportunity not many get to enjoy.

You’ve come a long way baby….


Today is recital day…there are a few things that I knew will come true today:  1.  It would rain and 2. My girlfriend would get sick and miss the recital.  So far I am 3 for 3.

As a little girl, I dreamed of being a ballerina.  Due to an injury when I was 3, it was a dream unfulfilled.  When I found out I was having a precious princess, I must have purchased every outfit that had a pair of ballet slippers on them or looked like something a ballerina might wear.

Although eager to impart my passion for ballet to my princess, I had to wait until she was 3 to enroll her in the combination class(acrobat, ballet and tap).  We were blessed to have a wonderful teacher, Ms. Jenny, who the princess adores still.

1st Recital 3 years old

Fast forward 2 years….in addition to her combination class, and her Introduction to Jazz class; the princess earned a spot on the competition team.  There was a time at the beginning of this dance year that I didn’t think my little perfectionist would make it, but she pulled through.  She realized that she didn’t have to be perfect but she did have to practice daily and do her best.

Tonight she danced five dances on stage.  She was amazing and I was proud to see how her hard work her made her a better dancer.

3rd recital 6 years old

Here is to many more years dancing as long as she enjoys it.

I Hope You Dance 

By: Lee Ann  Womack

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty-handed

I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance
I hope you dance

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances but they’re worth taking
Lovin’ might be a mistake but it’s worth making

Don’t let some hell-bent heart leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out reconsider
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder)
I hope you dance
(Where those years have gone)

I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder)
I hope you dance
(Where those years have gone)

Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder
Where those years have gone

Today’s exercise consisted of running back and forth between the theater and dressing room to change the princess into her multiple costumes both for rehearsal this morning and recital tonight.

Last day=Tons of Emotions


No I haven’t fallen of the earth…as a teacher the last week of school is insane!!!!!!!!!  There are six post sitting in my dashboard waiting for me to finish and post.  So why did this one get completed?  Because I once was told that writing is cathartic.

I am completing my 10th year of teaching…which means I have had 10 last days of school.  So why does this one seem so much more difficult?  I thought maybe penning some thoughts would help me put things in perspective before heading out the door.

So here are some things I am thinking maybe contributing.

Reason 1 – My precious princess has completed kindergarten.  She is my only child so with the happiness of all her firsts also comes the sadness of all the lasts because their isn’t another child of mine that I will share these experiences.

Reason 2- My precocious young man will be leaving my classroom where after 7 months we have finally created a bond that works for us.  Not only will I miss him but I worry that his 5th grade teacher won’t work hard to create that bond that is so desperately needed.

Reason 3. My new little girl who transferred less than a month ago.  I am her ninth school and she is only in 4th grade.  FULL of energy and needing TONS of attention she stole my heart immediately.  Due to problems in her family she is moving yet again and will be going to yet another school next year for fifth.  Will her teacher understand that she can’t stay in her seat because she wants to be close to a loving adult.  That she talks incessantly because she can hide her fears behind it.  That she is very emotional and can go from cheerfully talking your ear off to needing to be held while tears roll down her cheeks. Because given that I am emotionally driven, I get it!

Reason 4-The fifth graders are leaving. Many of them I have been involved with for 6 years since they started as kindergartners.  As elementary teachers we think of them as our babies and treat them as so, but they are off to middle school where I know the view is different.  They will have a hard time adjusting, but they will make it.  They will bring me such pleasure when they come back to visit.

Reason 5- Maybe it is just because I am a highly emotionally driven individual!

Whatever the reason, I am sure tears will fall(like they have as I have written this), prides will swell, email addresses will be exchanged, and tons of hugs given!