Wednesday, April 28, 2010
I have often heard the phrase “the pen is mightier than the sword”, but nowhere is that more accurate than a school…especially if that pen happens to be red. Oh, the immense power of a red pen, with a stroke it can bring relief or despair. Those little checkmarks, or lack thereof, can build you up or bring you down.
With the power of the red pen comes responsibility, and a solemn vow not to misuse the power, or use it for self gain. No, the ones entrusted with said power are on a mission to stamp out ignorance across the country, and the red pen is the all powerful tool. Who are these chosen ones? How do we identify them? Simply, they answer to the name Teacher.
Never have I felt the power of the red pen more than I did a few days ago, when I discovered an exchange that was less-than flattering about me. As expected, my initial reaction was one of justified anger, but as I re-read the exchange, anger was replaced by a much different feeling. My anger dissipated as I took pen in hand and swiftly made spelling, punctuation, and grammatical corrections on the note. Oh, such power! The page soon became filled with red marks that gave me such a sense of freedom. Ignorance was being vanquished by an object mightier than a sword!
I have often wondered what feelings give rise to those who become super heroes, and I have come to the realization that it must be power, and the confidence that they have the capability to make a difference. The dawning of this new knowledge led to an idea; and idea that began to take shape on paper; and idea for a brand new, true-to-life superhero….Red Writer! Never before has there been one so dedicated to stamping out ignorance as Red Writer. She comes swiftly, wielding the power of the red pen as her weapon. She draws knowledge from teachers across the country, and with them, she is determined to improve grammar and vocabulary. She is fighting many unseen foes, the evil Abbv Txt Man who forces victims to change complete words to a mishmash of letters and numbers with his evil counterpart L8r, who is bent on ending the use of vowels. Fonetik, who has children world-wide convinced that it’s okay to spell it like it sounds, and IDK, the worst of the bunch, who is on a mission to completely change the English language as we know it, bringing entire sentence structure down to nothing but simple letters. Should these evil villains succeed; gone forever will be good vocabulary skills, correct spelling, and all punctuation marks. But, with the mighty power of the red pen, and the knowledge that she is not alone, Red Writer will succeed. Through her vast internet resources and the support of English teachers everywhere, ignorance will be vanquished and grammatical superiority will reign!
Sunday, April 25, 2010
So it is with renewed commitment that I, once again, move toward my goal of the red dress. Not only do I want to wear the dress comfortably, but I want to wear it comfortably without Spanx. (some of you ladies know what I’m talking about). This time it’s going to be different, though, because I have God in my corner and I’m going to let Him handle what satan throws my way. No more self doubt. (Chris will be happy to hear this since last night was a major night of self doubt. He tries to be encouraging, but he just doesn’t quite get it. Which brings me to my next point; I need an accountability partner, any takers? Prayer warriors on my behalf would also be greatly appreciated.
Oh, one more thing. As promised, pictures of our little landscaping projects from yesterday.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
On our way to Lowe's, the sun was just breaking through the rain clouds and God put the most beautiful rainbow in the sky for us. It was very short lived, but it was one of the most brilliant rainbows I've ever seen, and wouldn't you know it, I didn't have my camera! It's usually my American Express...I don't leave home without it!
The next project will be the big one; I'm anxious to get started, but it's going to be lots of work. Oh, do I have grand plans! Anyone want to come help me...and bring nice, flat rocks? Chris said he knows where we can get all we want, but we have to wait for cold weather because of the rattlesnakes. Rattlesnakes? I'll just buy the rocks if it means fighting snakes!
Just in case you're wondering about the Dress progress, don't ask. We had supper with friends last night and she's a fantastic cook. She also made a key-lime cheesecake...did I mention cheesecake is one of my favorites?
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
It's been a wild week around VHS, prom is Friday night, and we've been Benchmark testing this week. Just for the record, I HATE Benchmark testing! I can only imagine how much the kids hate it. When we used to do standardized testing in school we could at least take a book to read if perchance we finished early, not so anymore! In fact, the whole signing in and signing out of test booklets is something akin to the to protocols of moving nuclear warheads...or so it seems. Some of the "rules" are ridiculous and insulting to our intelligence...but I'll climb off the soapbox now.
I was saddened to hear of the death of "Designing Women" Dixie Carter. I wish the producers and actors could know just how much laughter they brought to two struggling single-mom, college students. Shelley and I could really relate to those girls. Yeah, we watched Melrose Place, but it was from a outside-looking-in sort of things. They were a little to surreal, Julia, Suzanne, Mary Jo, and Charlene, on the other hand were like sisters. We understood their southern humor, we even got the subtle humor of the line, "she has no breeding, she wore while shoes after Labor Day and before Easter!" Yep, we knew those southern fashion rules...I even sported the big hair and occasional shoulder pads. You left us on the floor crumbled with laughter, red faced and gasping for air when you were asked to re-decorate a nudist colony...the "well, we don't want wicker" and "I thought he was wearing a vest!" comments were just enough to give us a mental picture, and beauty queen Suzanne knew how to spot falsies. I still channel Julia Sugarbaker when I'm a little angry and need to "tell someone off" in a civilized manor with dignity and decorum. My, but didn't she have a way with words. What has happened to TV? What happened to the clean humor? They were hilarious but not vulgar, and even though they were always fully clothed (and quite fashionably I might add) that show had top ratings. Oh, TV, what have you become? Give us more to which we can relate.
Goodbye, Dixie, may you rest in peace.
Hmmm, maybe Delta Burke and I could pass for sisters?
Thursday, April 8, 2010
One more thing that made me laugh out loud tonight I didn't even get a picture of (those will follow when our little project is finished). Tonight Logan and I were working on a little project in the front yard. I'm hiding the ugly blue drain pipes from the downspout drains with some big, flat rocks. Logan and I had gotten most of them in place and realized we were still missing one big one. Chris volunteered to carry it across the yard (we have a really big yard...I used the 4 wheeler to tote them from point A to point B) for us. He brought us a really big one, lots bigger than Logan and I had used, and when he laid it down Logan looked up, grinned, and said, "Dad, you're the man!". It was hilarious, but sure made Chris feel good. He is the man!
Oh, one more thing that makes me happy...are you ready for this?...putting on a pair of pants that were a little snug and finding out they are quite loose. Yay me! (another shameless pat on the back for me)
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Have you ever started writing something, then changed your mind, deleted it, thought about it, re-wrote it, deleted, re-wrote, etc….? That is how this post has been. I've wondered, should I write it? What if someone reads it and gets hurt feelings? Is it worth it? I guess it has all come down to the fact that is it my blog; my online journal; something I started as an outlet for my feelings. I try to keep it really light and occasionally humorous, but the last few hours have found me in anything but a humorous mood. I've run the gamut of emotions from extreme anger to very, very hurt. I try to remember the source of my hurt is just a kid, not mine…mine would never do anything to hurt their mother (and I have some ocean front property in Northern Arkansas for sale if you believe that). So here's the rub, as you have probably noticed, I really had my feelings hurt last night. Why do I let it get to me so much?
After some soul searching and self-evaluating (you know how qualified I am in the ways of psychology…not), I think it all boils down to my childhood. Isn't that the typical diagnosis? Maybe I can blame everything on my childhood. However, I had a great childhood. I have a great family, but there were a few times when I felt like I was the big misfit, literally the BIG misfit. When Daddy remarried I gained 2 stepsisters, both of whom were skinny blondes, and along comes the awkward kid with dark hair who towered over the other 2. I've said before I was the tallest in my class until around the 5th grade and my cousin finally passed me in height…HE is now well over 6 feet tall. I always felt ugly, like some kind of freakish human anomaly, maybe that's when I started medicating my hurts with food.(of course, it didn't help that Mom and my grandmothers are all great cooks)
Fast forward to last night, after it was pointed out that I am NOT part of the "family" (not the above mentioned, those hurts have all been worked out and things are cool there), I just happen to be the woman who married into the family and have changed my husband "and not in a good way" (yes, that is a direct quote, oh, and you can substitute the word "woman" with another word that begins with a B..Yes, it was capitalized so I guess that means I'm really, really bad). I can't help but be hurt. I've always felt like somewhat of an outcast in the clan, but I thought it was just me. Now I realize they really don't like me. Bummer, I think the world of some of them and I hate that they think that I have changed Chris. I married him for who he was, not who I wanted him to become. He may not spend as much time there as he did before, but it's because he works very, very hard and when he gets home he wants to stay there. We like being home.
So, there it is my vent for the day. I promise not to post anything so negative in the future, but I can say that even though I've been stressed out about the whole ordeal, I DID NOT turn to food as my comfort. Maybe I'm breaking the bad habit of reaching for a snack when I'm down. I did take a nice, brisk walk last night to walk off the anger. It helped immensely; maybe I'll take another walk tonight. Maybe the hurt feelings will help me get back into that dress quicker than I'd hoped. See there is always a positive to every negative, and I am choosing to focus my energy on that rather than the hurt.
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