This week has been so very tiring. The kids are so wild. Discipline is obviously not part of the Californian vocab. I had a 1st grade class that was just a beating. Then recess duty makes me some what suicidal on a daily basis.
But I took Rob to see my library this week and it kinda made it feel better. I guess just being able to show him where I am and what I've been doing makes me feel like I have his support and appreciation. But it was a long, long week. I went to bed at 10 last night and then took a 3 hour nap today. Hopefully it will get better as time goes on. I have a three day weekend coming up in Sept. and two weeks off in Oct. and Em and Mae are coming to see the place! I can't wait to have them out. I told Em on Friday, I just want to come home. I'm so worn out here physically and emotionally. the people are mean. they are just so absent mindedly ugly and arrogant, and liberal! God bless the south and all who live there. (Texas is technically considered southwest, but I think that only starts when you head towards El paso. On the louisiana side it can be considered "south") I cant wait to return. Do you know how long it's been since i've seen rain? real rain? it's been a long time. it doesn't rain here. it fogs. because we are so close to the ocean moisture doesn't build up enough to rain. so it fogs.
Well I could list a thousand things I miss, but it will only make me yearn for home so i won't.
the end.
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Monday, August 14, 2006
Whiz Kid
So today is going ok. No classes in the library on Monday. I go to lunch duty, then to upper recess. Nothing exciting. Then lower playground duty. This is the time 1st and 2nd graders get to play on the little kids play ground. The 'rules' are pretty strict and the kids are never allowed behind the portables. Today I saw one boy sneaking back there. I followed him, and there he stood, a steady flow of urine right in front of him! He was shocked, I was shocked! The bathroom is about 20 steps up. Not good enough. It was hilarious. The other playground monitor and I had to keep a straight face while we explained that he is never to go pee anywhere but in the bathroom. It was so funny.
Saturday, August 12, 2006
L is for Laundry
HaHa Robbie!
Rob and I have a contest going on to see who can lose more weight/inches per week. I stomped him this week and my prize is that he has to do all of the laundry all week! and i've been saving up! I'm really excited for us though. together we've lost 15.2 lbs and 10 inches! that's like me when i was born! we've been rollerblading... i know... 1994. and at first we really sucked. well, i really sucked. i couldn't stop on my own so i got creative and used the combination of the tree in the front yard and my face. but now we're going to this long straight road on old base and it's alot of fun and really hard work. apparently i was more athletic as an 8 year old. who knew?! next time you see me... i'll be stuffing my face with fudge at the Cmas table. but i'll be taking up less space.
work is going well. we have heard that the gaurd co. on base is looking to hire civilians for $20/hr. and i would love to be the base greeter! "hi welcome to base! have a good morning!" but it isn't a promising schedule so we'll see. you can't beat weekends and holidays gauranteed off.
Rob and I have a contest going on to see who can lose more weight/inches per week. I stomped him this week and my prize is that he has to do all of the laundry all week! and i've been saving up! I'm really excited for us though. together we've lost 15.2 lbs and 10 inches! that's like me when i was born! we've been rollerblading... i know... 1994. and at first we really sucked. well, i really sucked. i couldn't stop on my own so i got creative and used the combination of the tree in the front yard and my face. but now we're going to this long straight road on old base and it's alot of fun and really hard work. apparently i was more athletic as an 8 year old. who knew?! next time you see me... i'll be stuffing my face with fudge at the Cmas table. but i'll be taking up less space.
work is going well. we have heard that the gaurd co. on base is looking to hire civilians for $20/hr. and i would love to be the base greeter! "hi welcome to base! have a good morning!" but it isn't a promising schedule so we'll see. you can't beat weekends and holidays gauranteed off.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
My quilt
Randy, I'm sorry about this, but it's a sad topic.
One of my most prized possessions (probably #2 to my wedding ring) is a mismatched red, pink, brown, stripey, polka dotted, well loved and hand made quilt I got before my 5th birthday from my great grandmother. Mamaw Riddlehoover gave these socially hideous quilts out one about a year before she passed away. None of the quilts I've seen have a color pattern, or a pattern of any sort, but every one of them is treasured and loved. Even Rob, who is fairly new to my life, knows there is something very special about my quilt. He doesn't know the story of how I remember standing on her porch when it was handed to me, he doesn't really understand why when I'm sick or scared this quilt brings me so much comfort.
Sadly there isn't much I remember about my Mamaw. I don't remember how much I loved her or how often I saw her in my five years of life. But I do know that she gave me this quilt and it is an enormous help through tough times of sick or sadness.
Like I said, my quilt is a variety of colors that range from red to pink, brown to black, and just about everything in between. On the orignal backing it read "Kasey 1989" in my great grandmother's handwriting. For some unknown reason, my quilt out of everyone's had a little something extra in it as well. Two old pennies. The dates weren't of particular interest to me. I don't really know why they ended up tucked in my quilt. But they have always been there. Two plus years ago my Grandma lovingly resewed my quilt, because it had become tattered from all the nights I had slept with it. Grandma assured me that she cut out the "Kasey 1989" from the quilt and had resewn it in the middle and then covered it with the new back. She also carefully replaced my two pennies into the side of the quilt. I wash my quilt every so often, because Grandma said that I should or it would wear faster.
Tonight I curled up in my big bed in my far away house to watch shark week and of course pulled my quilt around me. And there it was. A small tear. It was no bigger than 1.5 cm, but I could see the edge of an old penny. As I felt down the side of my quilt for the other penny I found another small tear at the opposite end. My 2nd penny is gone. My heart hurts right now for my lost penny. I know that sounds silly, but it was something I have had special for most of my life. And when I was younger I would feel around in my quilt for my pennies to hold onto or to rub when I was scared. I know that I am lucky to have spotted the tear before my final penny fell out, but I can't stop the feelings of sadness.
I will find my sewing needle and patch the small holes. And I will make a special new pocket for my penny out of new, thicker material. Maybe then all will be right in the world again.
I just hope that my Mamaw can see how special this quilt is to me. I hope she knows that I love it very much and am so thankful that she cared enough to give it to me. I hope that my handy work makes her proud.
I wish everyone had something that they treasure as much as I do my quilt. It is such a wonderful constant in my life and I hope that one day it will serve the same purpose for my children. I pray that when I tell them the story of the ugly quilt they will see the same beauty I do, and love it just as much.
One of my most prized possessions (probably #2 to my wedding ring) is a mismatched red, pink, brown, stripey, polka dotted, well loved and hand made quilt I got before my 5th birthday from my great grandmother. Mamaw Riddlehoover gave these socially hideous quilts out one about a year before she passed away. None of the quilts I've seen have a color pattern, or a pattern of any sort, but every one of them is treasured and loved. Even Rob, who is fairly new to my life, knows there is something very special about my quilt. He doesn't know the story of how I remember standing on her porch when it was handed to me, he doesn't really understand why when I'm sick or scared this quilt brings me so much comfort.
Sadly there isn't much I remember about my Mamaw. I don't remember how much I loved her or how often I saw her in my five years of life. But I do know that she gave me this quilt and it is an enormous help through tough times of sick or sadness.
Like I said, my quilt is a variety of colors that range from red to pink, brown to black, and just about everything in between. On the orignal backing it read "Kasey 1989" in my great grandmother's handwriting. For some unknown reason, my quilt out of everyone's had a little something extra in it as well. Two old pennies. The dates weren't of particular interest to me. I don't really know why they ended up tucked in my quilt. But they have always been there. Two plus years ago my Grandma lovingly resewed my quilt, because it had become tattered from all the nights I had slept with it. Grandma assured me that she cut out the "Kasey 1989" from the quilt and had resewn it in the middle and then covered it with the new back. She also carefully replaced my two pennies into the side of the quilt. I wash my quilt every so often, because Grandma said that I should or it would wear faster.
Tonight I curled up in my big bed in my far away house to watch shark week and of course pulled my quilt around me. And there it was. A small tear. It was no bigger than 1.5 cm, but I could see the edge of an old penny. As I felt down the side of my quilt for the other penny I found another small tear at the opposite end. My 2nd penny is gone. My heart hurts right now for my lost penny. I know that sounds silly, but it was something I have had special for most of my life. And when I was younger I would feel around in my quilt for my pennies to hold onto or to rub when I was scared. I know that I am lucky to have spotted the tear before my final penny fell out, but I can't stop the feelings of sadness.
I will find my sewing needle and patch the small holes. And I will make a special new pocket for my penny out of new, thicker material. Maybe then all will be right in the world again.
I just hope that my Mamaw can see how special this quilt is to me. I hope she knows that I love it very much and am so thankful that she cared enough to give it to me. I hope that my handy work makes her proud.
I wish everyone had something that they treasure as much as I do my quilt. It is such a wonderful constant in my life and I hope that one day it will serve the same purpose for my children. I pray that when I tell them the story of the ugly quilt they will see the same beauty I do, and love it just as much.
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