nerdlutiont555I’ve been very addicted to Twitter lately — it’s almost all I do except read very important books!! 😉  The other day, I creeped into a conversation where some important people wanted to re-commit to personal goals. There’s a hashtag, round of blog posts, and a picture to make this all “official”! Here is one blog I read that explains #Nerdlution better than I ever could: Sharpread

I’m making a commitment that for the next 50 days, I’ll do a few things I’ve been neglecting. Here’s the short list:

1…blog each day. It can be here or maybe in my daybook, but writing is a must!

2… SOME sort of exercise. The best way to do this is to follow that blasted Fast Metabolism book!! Just do it, please!

3…have Game Night with Lily once a week. Wednesdays sound good (and with Jake when he’s home).

 

That’s probably all the resolutions I need to make. Hell, I’m already behind on the first day’s…it’s after midnight. Maybe Dec 1 will be the start date…now if I can just do the math to see when the 50 days are up! haha…

Good news is I’ve read 2 1/2 books this week: One Night That Changed Everything; a skeery book from the WL library (that I can’t remember the name of, nor can I find it!); and half finished with The Sea of Tranquility, a creepy book that Donna told me to read.

I also started another website to house my teaching “stuff” — I’m being horrible by keeping resources in a million other places, so today, I tried to put websites and ideas and documents in one spot. We’ll see how long that lasts! For now, though, I have 4 pages…but the Home page is my favorite. I’m really struggling with staying with teaching, so I added a cute WeeMe avatar (where I’m holding my old Blackberryand a Starbucks coffee),3 videos that inspire me, a poem, a quote by Ghandi (for when I’ve feeling really bad) and, a Spotify

Avatar Me2playlist of 13 songs that should definitely inspire me (or, at least, define how I feel about teaching — when I love it, not now when I’m pissed).

    I know…cute, huh??

That about does it for today’s episode!

So, I’m checking my email this morning after the Kevman took the LilyBelle to school. I see the daily Diigo Education Group update, and one of the links is to help teachers have a good day. I think, “Okay…let’s see if this link is going to help me have a good day.” I think it might be silly things that kids say, or something sarcastic about “The Educational Establishment” — but I get SOOOOOOO much more! I get a Slice! haha…

13 Ways to Make Today a Good Day

1. Drink a cup of coffee or tea — heaped with all the good things you like in it (or keep it naked, however you like it!)

2. Read the first page  of your favorite books — remember what made you love them (Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret, here I come!)

3. Talk to a little kid about school (LilyBelle told me this morning that she doesn’t do science or “studies” — she just does work! haha)

4. Text your teenager and wait (4-5 days) for him/her to acknowledge your presence. Remember ways you ignored your own parents periodically and shake your head, smiling with how much your kid is like you.

5. Tweet something nice about one of your UN-favorite students — maybe make a wish for him/her (don’t necessarily have to name names, though!).

6. Go to a wig store and try on a new hairstyle or color.

7. Give your significant other at least one “long, slow, deep, soft, wet kiss” (Sorry…I’m a Bull Durham fan –the kiss doesn’t have to be wet! haha).

8. Read the comics from your newspaper. Cut one out to reread through the day. (The best ones help you get a Slice! haha…)

9. Pet your dog(s) because they always look at you with that pet-me-love-me-really-it’s-okay sort of look! (Uh…they just did it to me, just right then!)

10. Go rollerblading— or, at least close your eyes and imagine you’re the kind of person who rollerblades! (Or paddle boarding, whichever!)

11. Shake your head at the weirdness of the politics in America today — and then go eat some ice cream.

12. Drive to Target/Walmart/the mall with all the windows open (reschedule this if it’s raining).

13. Smile — even if no one’s in the room; maybe even have your own private belly laugh!

**Bonus: Blog and post a Slice of Life! 🙂

Okay….which one do you want to do today? What would you add to my list?

Lilybelle keeps telling me that 2012 is not a real number.( I swear, I don’t know what schools are teaching kids these days!). Kev and I argued about money again last night, only to feel bad about it, and both us us apologized and worked it out. And he bought stock today. And Jake has a job interview at a particular time on Saturday. I have two more chemo treatments, but three surgeries before I can go back to work. But I’ve read thirteen books since January. And it’s March Madness!

And I’ve lost a week of March –lost…it’s not there. Not on the calendar; not in my memory; not in my American Idol Tivo-ed episodes. I’m wondering what all these numbers have to do with each other. To be honest, I really don’t know. I wanted to write today about school and how much I’m missing the classroom; however, when I started typing, Lily’s voice was in my head.

Where does the time go? I sent a tweet out a few minutes ago about cheering for the Western Kentucky Hilltoppers for NCAA because my high school was the RS Central Hilltoppers..and once a Hilltopper — ALWAYS a Hilltopper!! When did I go from that (sort of) carefree sixteen year-old to this heavy-hearted middle-age chick? Would I even recognize myself? (Okay, well, I don’t mean right now…I have no boobs or hair! haha). I’m pretty sure the answer is no.

So all this math reminds me of a Baby Blues cartoon is cut out the other day (I’ll probably get in trouble for copying it..but I found it at some place called The Comic Strips…maybe if I Pin it, I won’t get in too much trouble!!)

So, that’s my take…when Lily tells me that a number isn’t real, or Kev fusses at me because I really good at subtracting, but NOT adding, or when I start to feel OLD….I’m just gonna change the channel! haha…..

Who’s with me??

 

It was finally time. We watched her open the door, test the wind with a finger beside her cap, and step outside the veranda, her hand just lingering. As if she’d take that step back. As if this faith was not real.

But we called — we chirrped; we who-whooed; we rustled — and she stepped down. She fiddled with the music and called her dog. They took it slowly up the driveway. Cardinal thought she looked funny in her bulky coat, black sweats, and black knit hood. Humming thought she looked grand and just this-side of warmed over. Toad just wished she’d make the dog stop smellng others’ behinds!

She walked on — even though it wasn’t easy. We saw her limp a few times. It worried us, but Antie said she was just dancing a little to the music. Squirrel-Ana chipped that she better not over do it. It’s a 5K Run, for goodness sake! Her little dog, Ginger, told us not to worry, that she’d get her to the back yard where it was safe.

The music was cranking, though; we heard it. Bon Jovi, and Theory of a Deadman cracked us up. But when “Jessie’s Girl” came on, we know — we knew our girl was back!.

She stayed with us the whole half hour even though it was tough. But Michael Jackson told her not to stop ’til she’d had enough — and boy, she didn’t!

We might not see her again for a couple of days, but we think she’ll be back soon. There’s just something about the early days of spring that make you feel young and watched over. And we will watch over her. Every little step she takes.

****My slice is based off a prompt today that said: “Start a piece with the line: It was finally time.” and the walk I took around ten-thirty. Four days after chemo-round-two seemed like a good day to walk….and I think the little animals/critters were with me!

Here are some little inspirations I saw along the way:

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I’m trying to figure out how it’s almost spring when there was never really a winter! haha…When the Kevman and I lived in Vegas, I couldn’t wait to get back to NC so I could have more than two weather types: hot and hotter! This “winter” though has been more of a Vegas year, haha…but who could get mad about such pretty pictures like these?

 

                                                      

Pretty days like this one make me think about days at the beach and being out in the sun. The best part of this summer will be that I’ll be on the recovery end of one horrific year! I’m going to figure out how to take it one day a time and not wish my life away — even the bad parts right now. A person has to grow during times of stress, right? I mean, if not, what was the point of going through the rough spots? My growth, I think, is learning to take better care of my health and the Kevman’s health. I want us to have a stupid hobby together — like not knowing how to play tennis or almost drowning at scuba diving. Just something to keep us active and feeling alive — not sitting around waiting for the next medical crisis.

I mean, if we aren’t here, WHO would be around to listen to the LilyBelle complain about being BORED and having NO ONE to PLAY with??

😉

So, Lily’s in charge of dinner tonight. She loves being in charge of things. L-O-V-E-S it!!! Every time I leave her with Jake as the babysitter, she wants me to tell her what SHE’S in charge of! Tonight, she told me that we were all going to sit at the kitchen table and eat and tell Harry Potter stories. Normally, we don’t do that. We’re not really a sit-down-at-the-table-and-share-our-day family. Except for tonight!!!

Kev got out of the festivities….he cooked and doesn’t like Harry Potter and gets cranky if he doesn’t get to watch TV while he eats (unless my bro-in-law is over and they are otherwise occupied!!). Anyway, so Kev holes up in his room, and the three of us — LilyBell, the Jakester, & me — go to the table. Jake comes kicking and screaming, but Lily gets him to sit down. She makes us all tell a story about our day and then which Harry Potter story we liked best. She told hers, too, of course, and it was some kind of funny. Toward the end of dinner, Jake was aggravating Lily and asked her if she’d rather be pretty or smart. And do you know what my baby-girl said? “I’m both!” haha….I loved it. She’s too smart for her own good! I can’t wait for tomorrow night’s dinner…

I did something last week that I’ve never done before. I wrote something and sent it in to a contest. It’s just something stupid for the local newspaper (a chance to win tickets for an early screening of the last Harry Potter movie)…however, it was a big deal to me. When I was writing, I really felt like each word was important and created the tone that I wanted to express. And I wanted to win for the Jakester, to show him that good things can happen if we just try. Unfortunately, I don’t think I won–the contest closed on Thursday at 2:00, and I haven’t heard anything–not even a “Thanks, but you suck” reply. But, I’m glad I wrote it and sent it in anyway.

So…for your viewing pleasure, here’s my essay….I’d love to know what you think…

How Albus Dumbledore Made Me a Better Parent

     It’s amazing the way some literary characters grab hold of us and refuse to let go. The Harry Potter books, love them or not, were filled to the brim with interesting, well-rounded people. Ron Weasley, for instance, tugs at my heart: the almost-but-not-quite-good-enough-so-he-gets-Hermione-as-a-parting-gift guy. I just knew as I read Mrs. Rowling’s increasing tomes that she would somehow let Ron be a winner–not just a side-kick. True, he had a few small moments, but nothing major. Then, there’s Professor McGonagall. She tugs at my teacher side. She says that kids will be kids, but that doesn’t mean they don’t still need discipline. You just have to know when to let them lead. Finding that balance is the strength of a great teacher.
     For me, however, it is Professor Albus Dumbledore who resonates most soundly.  We, of course, see him as a pseudo-parent — a father-figure — for poor, orphaned Harry. As readers we wanted him to let Harry stay at Hogwarts during long summer breaks rather than sending him back to his bullying, uncaring Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. But, he never did; his reasoning not revealed until The Chamber of Secrets when Dumbledore told Harry that staying with his Aunt sealed Harry’s mother’s charm that kept him safe from Voldemort. See, Dumbledore was just looking out for Harry.
     Dumbledore powers my mother side. I have found myself over these many years repeating Dumbledore-isms (as I call them) when I see a need arise with my eighteen year-old son. On countless occasions, I have told Jake, “It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities. ” (Chamber of Secrets, pg 18). Jake usually rolls his eyes, but I know he hears me. For a boy who was never the standout in school, but who tried every single day, Jake needed to hear those words. He had connected to Harry since he started reading the books at age eight–Harry wasn’t the smartest or the most talented, but he could figure things out. Jake knew (and still knows) that Dumbledore’s words mean he should try new things, watch what kinds of friends he has, and pay attention to what’s going on around him. Jake’s choices helped him have a successful first year of college–away from home for the first time, and the only grandchild in our family to achieve this milestone (I’m keeping my fingers crossed for years two through four!).
     Another favorite piece of parental advice for me is: “What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret, so, naturally, the whole school knows” (Sorcerer’s Stone, pg. 296). Jake, like so many other people online these days, tend to see social media spaces as “theirs” where no one can see what they don’t give permission for. However, from many media accounts, we know this isn’t true. Once, when I’d read something not-so-nice on his FaceBook page (I know; who friends their mom??), I reminded him of how many people would see it, and whose feelings would be hurt. He argued for a minute about his “privacy”; however, there is no such thing anymore in our fast-paced world. Secrets never stay dormant too long.
     What I hope Jake always remembers from our life together is this quote from Dumbledore, again from Sorceror’s Stone: If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. He didn’t realize that love as powerful as your mother’s for you leaves it own mark. Not a scar, no visible sign . . . to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever. It is in your very skin (pg. 298). I hope that I have signed his heart with as much love as possible, so he knows in the very depth of his soul that he’s okay just the way he is. I hope that he’s known how proud of him I have always been, and always will be. I hope that he and I will continue to share this Harry Potter experience of reading together, connecting to the characters, and hoping they can get themselves out of whatever disaster that JK Rowling created for them. And I hope that when Jake has a family of his own, he’ll remember to take Dumbledore’s advice one more time: ‘You fail to recognize that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow up to be!” (Goblet of Fire, pg. 708).