tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54747011365388894712024-03-12T21:34:47.273-05:00BellringersOne without the universe, teachers without classrooms, lessons without plans…Oh wait, this isn’t a yoga site…It’s everything I ever learned about learning…read at your own peril…askthehomedivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05021201566837568997noreply@blogger.comBlogger449125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474701136538889471.post-41469535125012512622016-03-16T13:09:00.000-05:002016-03-16T13:14:11.422-05:00Giving It Up--Sort ofI let it happen again. I start thinking about things and then one thing lead to another, and well, we all know how I am about <i>things</i>.<br />
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It started out with the best intentions. For Lent, I decided to give up something different. In the past I gave up things like chocolate, lattes and such. Those were easy tasks and paled in comparison with this year's endeavor.<br />
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Let's just say I'm counting down the days until Easter.<br />
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Yep, this year I gave up negativity and criticism. For all you naysayers, I have had some good days.<br />
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And, in true transparency and disclosure, I've had some bad days.<br />
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And let's just say, in all honesty, that I've probably had more bad days than good. And, sadly, those bad days have been epic.<br />
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Epic as in epic failure.<br />
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Unfortunately, in this endeavor, it is true. I think I would have been infinitely more successful if I didn't count the bubble-above-my-head conversations.<br />
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You know the ones. The ones like, "Hey, you big fat stupidhead! Don't ya think a blinker is in order!: or "Boy, that comment was nine kinds of stupid!" Or, "Jeepers, that's dumber than a bag of cat hair."<br />
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Yeah, things like that.<br />
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Maybe next year, I should go back to giving up chocolate.<br />
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<br />askthehomedivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05021201566837568997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474701136538889471.post-16291155100963686752016-01-02T18:44:00.001-06:002016-01-02T18:44:24.896-06:00Weathering the Storm<div>
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The day after Christmas </span><a href="http://thescoopblog.dallasnews.com/2015/12/national-weather-service-increases-number-of-confirmed-tornadoes-to-12.html/" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">12 tornadoes blew</a><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> through North Texas, killing 11 people and causing $1.2 billion in damages. </span></div>
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br />In my community alone, there were 171 structures damaged or destroyed--an estimated loss of $20.4 million, according to <a href="https://www.facebook.com/elliscountyemc/?fref=nf">Ellis County Emergency Management</a>. </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">While my home was untouched (the tornado passed just five to six houses down from us), it heavily damaged <a href="http://dts.redoakisd.org/" target="_blank">Shields Elementary School</a> where our neighborhood children attend.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It was a scary site and the damage to the school was extensive rendering it uninhabitable for the remainder of the school year. Now officials are investigating the building of the school after an engineer who was assessing the tornado damage <a href="http://www.dallasnews.com/news/metro/20151231-construction-at-glenn-heights-school-where-walls-blew-down-is-scrutinized.ece" target="_blank">told The Dallas Morning News </a>that he found "horrific" problems with how the school was built.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">With all the devastation that tornadoes bring, the one thing no one should have to worry about is whether their school houses are built to code so they can weather a storm.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span>askthehomedivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05021201566837568997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474701136538889471.post-15468976115823298222015-09-06T11:53:00.000-05:002015-09-06T11:53:03.876-05:00Dropping SAT scores, Bubble Maps & Irony<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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And so it goes on the education front…SAT scores have plummeted to their lowest levels in more than two decades with Texas students faring even worse. Theories, of course, abound as to what caused the drop.<br />
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Interestingly enough, in <a href="http://www.dallasnews.com/news/education/headlines/20150903-sat-scores-in-texas-plummet-as-more-students-take-exam.ece" target="_blank">an article that appeared in The Dallas Morning News</a>, a spokesperson for the Texas Education Agency, said the lower scores this year were at least partly the result of testing policies in two dozen school districts — including Dallas and Fort Worth — where all upperclassmen now must take the SAT each year.<br />
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Ya, think?<br />
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As anecdotal evidence of that, I'd like to share a little ditty a school teacher friend of mine shared as she slogged through grading English papers. In a Bubble Map, a student wrote that the character Pap in Huck Finn is "alliterate."<br />
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As my teacher friend so aptly put it, "Oh, the irony!"<br />
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Yes, indeed.askthehomedivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05021201566837568997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474701136538889471.post-18601413140653518752015-08-29T22:27:00.001-05:002015-08-29T22:27:44.114-05:00School's Back, Count Downs Begin & Twitches Abated<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A full of week of school has gone by and all my teacher friends are still busy scurrying about as they try to rustle up extra textbooks… learn upwards of 100 new names… figure out how to juggle 39 kiddos in a classroom…or try and get back into the rhythm of bells and 20 minute lunches.<br />
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Some have already launched into the countdown towards the Labor Day holiday. Others, I suspect, have secretly begun the countdown towards next summer.<br />
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And then there are those who recently joined the retired teacher brigade who felt a pang or two when school started without them (as evident by their Facebook posts).<br />
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I, on the other hand, entering Year 3 in the no school zone remain pang-less. For the most part, I'm still enjoying <a href="http://www.askthehomediva.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">my (ad)venture in real estate</a>. Even though I supposedly am master of my own schedule, I find that is rarely true. Clients can be as needy as school children, but without the classroom walls, bell-to-bell schedule and big yellow buses.<br />
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After all, you can never have enough #2 pencils, can you?<br />
<br />askthehomedivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05021201566837568997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474701136538889471.post-33487651973893699612015-08-12T20:24:00.001-05:002015-08-12T20:24:29.328-05:00After Months In Writing Remission… I'm Back<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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And so it begins again… another school year ready to kick off and a blog that's grown a bit dusty, sitting idle for months.<br />
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Who knew I'd have so little time to devote to writing, ranting and waxing poetic when I retired and launched my great (ad)venture in real estate?<br />
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Alright, alright, alright, I'll admit that I've ranted a lot. It just never transferred into actual writing. In fact, most of my ranting has been peppered all along the North Dallas toll road, Interstate 35 and thoroughfares throughout North Texas in general. And, the truth be told, those rants weren't exactly PG fare either.<br />
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Such is my life.<br />
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So finally after months in writing remission, I'm taking tiny baby blogging steps again, so I'll keep it short.<br />
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This was the first summer I spent without attending/working at a high school journalism workshop. Even after I retired from teaching, I still dutifully participated at a summer high school publications workshop.<br />
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But not this summer. No siree, Missy. <br />
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This summer I boldly declared my independence from all things counterproductive and resigned from the workshop (for reasons better left in the "if-you-can't-say-anything-nice-don't-say-it-at-all category). Instead, I flew off on my first European trip ever–to Italy.<br />
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And, sadly (or happily depending upon your perspective), I did not miss the workshop.<br />
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No siree, Missy, not one bit.<br />
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Such a revelation actually surprised me. In ways I had never realized before, the distance was quite liberating. There is something rather confining and restricting about not letting go, about not letting others step up, about not moving on. Talk about an epiphany.<br />
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And then there's something rather remarkable that occurs when distance brings clarity, especially from half a world away. I was sitting with friends at a little Italian cafe waving to school kids whizzing through the piazza on their bicycles as they journeyed home. That experience brought more joy than a summer full of workshops.<br />
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I guess you had to be there--or not there--to understand.askthehomedivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05021201566837568997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474701136538889471.post-83504290479894054452015-01-25T20:40:00.000-06:002015-01-25T20:40:33.187-06:00A Day at the Movies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">One of the perks of my (ad)venture in real estate is that I can arrange my own calendar.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Instead of waiting, I can actually go to a matinee and watch a movie when it first comes out and eat a buttery bucket of popcorn for lunch (don't judge me).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Such was the case a few days ago when my husband and I went to see <a href="http://www.americansnipermovie.com//" target="_blank"><b>American Sniper</b></a>, the movie about former Navy Seal <a href="https://www.facebook.com/HonorChrisKyle?ref=br_tf" target="_blank">Chris Kyle</a>, America's deadliest sniper. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Almost a year prior to this death, Kyle came to Midlothian High School (where I was teaching at the time) to share his experiences and <a href="http://www.amazon.com/American-Sniper-Autobiography-Military-History/dp/0062238868" target="_blank">discuss his book</a> at a teacher in-service. Kyle was invited as a guest speaker because he had a special connection to Midlothian. He had once attended MHS and lived in Midlothian with his wife and children. I'm thankful I had the opportunity to meet and thank Chris Kyle and his wife, <a href="http://www.latimes.com/entertainment/movies/la-et-mn-taya-kyle-20150102-story.html#page=1" target="_blank">Tay</a>a, that day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I enjoyed the book and the movie–although the word "enjoyed" seems so ill-fitting and out of place. Both the book and the movie helped put into perspective the sacrifices our soldiers and their families make for us and the toll their tours make. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Days after seeing <b>American Sniper</b>, the movie still haunts me and leaves me with a sadness that a true American hero is gone. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Kyle was killed Feb. 2, 2013 by a </span><a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/news/post-nation/wp/2015/01/22/the-trial-of-eddie-routh-the-man-who-killed-chris-kyle-will-be-american-snipers-darkest-chapter/" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;" target="_blank">former Marine he was trying to help</a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">.) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As we approach the anniversary of Chris Kyle's death, </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">remember those who sacrifice so much for our freedom.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>askthehomedivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05021201566837568997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474701136538889471.post-74936205021755958702014-12-29T14:02:00.001-06:002014-12-29T14:03:29.846-06:00New Year's Resolutions for 2015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Well, 2015 is just around the corner-- a brand spanking new year filled with hope and new dreams, and, of course, New Year's Resolutions.<br />
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I really should give up on that, though. No, not the new year, but those pesky New Year's Resolutions. I went back and perused previous blogs about my resolutions, and I noticed a nasty little trend… None of them made it. None. Zilch. Zippo. Nadda. Zero. Not a blooming one.<br />
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Rather discouraging don't you think? Especially since I started a new Pinterest board entitled, "A Better Me."<br />
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Jeepers Creepers. It all seems sort of pointless, doesn't it?<br />
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But then I was surfing the ol' Internet for some inspirational quotes to include in my chapter newsletter for <a href="http://www.alphadeltakappa.org/s/1292/start.aspx" target="_blank">ADK</a>, when, what to my wondering eyes should appear… Well, no, silly, not the miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer, but <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/765759-resolutions-are-most-often-empty-promises-for-those-who-have" target="_blank">this quote: </a>"Resolutions are most often empty promises for those who have an abundance of dreams, but refuse to wake up and live them."<br />
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Hmmmmm… I don't know that I would call that an inspirational quote. Seems like a much needed kick in the behind by a reindeer or two. So I decided that perhaps that little quote should be my 2015 resolution–To actually wake up and live those promises I make to myself. <br />
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In the meantime, though, while I was looking around for inspirational stuff. I found these New Year's resolutions for teachers posted <a href="http://thepensivesloth.com/2014/12/27/top-10-teacher-new-years-resolutions/" target="_blank">by the Pensive Sloth, another Texas blogger.</a> Wish I could claim these as mine, but alas, they are not… here are two of my favorites…<br />
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To see them all, head on over <a href="http://thepensivesloth.com/2014/12/27/top-10-teacher-new-years-resolutions/" target="_blank">there</a>.askthehomedivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05021201566837568997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474701136538889471.post-77716767218461455552014-11-09T16:59:00.001-06:002014-11-09T16:59:12.186-06:00Jeopardy, Being Sentimental & Veterans Day<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">#1…A big Woo-Hoo to John Pearson aka Mr. Teacher. A number of you who follow this blog also have been fans of John.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As you may recall, he was the 2013 Teachers Tournament Champion on Jeopardy. He will battle it out on the Jeopardy Tournament of Champions on Monday, November 10. It's on Channel 21 at 6 p.m. in the D/FW area. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So grab your remote and head on over to watch it and give John your support.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">#2…I’ve never been much of a sentimental kind of gal. No siree, Missy, but this week I sold one of my former student's homes in Red Oak, and it was an interesting moment for me. You can read about it by going to <a href="http://askthehomediva.blogspot.com/2014/11/homes-for-sale-in-red-oak-selling.html" target="_blank">my other blog</a> that chronicles my latest (ad)venture.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">#3…And finally, don't forget Tuesday, Nov. 11 is Veterans Day. Make sure you remember those who have served and sacrifice so that we may live free.</span><br />
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askthehomedivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05021201566837568997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474701136538889471.post-11351662931711228532014-10-27T21:47:00.002-05:002014-10-27T21:47:35.594-05:00Twitter, Hootsuite & Counting Chickens<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Twitter, Hootsuite, Analytics, Instagram, Linked In, Blah, Blah, Blah…Circles, Schmerkles… I admit I have no clue as to what and why I need to do whatever it is I'm suppose to do. I just trudge forth blindly. I feel like I'm the Helen Keller in a digital age–except <i>this</i> Helen Keller can't decipher the vocabulary or anything else for that matter.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So I know you will find it rather amusing that when I checked my FaceBook page after a several day absence, I was surprised to see in my notification bar that there were 76 page views of my <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Get-Richie-On-Oprah-Save-the-Chicken/115713921788188?notif_t=page_user_activity" target="_blank">Get Richie on Oprah and Save the Chicken</a> page. (I bet you didn't even know I had one.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Of course, I'm thrilled. But I'm also perplexed. I haven't done anything to that page in well over a year, if not two years.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm not even sure when the page got 184 likes. When I first created the page, I encouraged, bullied, cajoled everyone I knew to go and like that page. It was rather sad. Let's just say if I hadn't had a soft spot for The Chicken, he'd be running around exactly like a chicken with his… well, I'm sure you get the picture.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So we're back to my conundrum: I try to do something and follow all the instructions for promoting pages and gaining readership, and I got nothin'. Zilch. Zippo. Nadda.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I sit and do nothin', zilch, zippo, nadda… and my page views and likes double.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hmmmm… I'd ask you to go and like the Chicken page, but then I might spiral into some sort of negative numbers. Maybe I'll just keep sitting this one out and wait and see if Oprah calls me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In the meantime, I'll give The Chicken a bit of a reprieve.</span><br />
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<br />askthehomedivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05021201566837568997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474701136538889471.post-86566687782760889622014-09-21T12:43:00.001-05:002014-09-21T12:43:27.992-05:00General Observations about Things<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Since I launched my ad(venture) in real estate, I have discovered a few unsettling things. Sadly, those things cross over into all professions wrecking all kinds of havoc like Thing 1 and Thing 2. (And you do remember how I feel about Things don't you?)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The following pithy little comments were true when I was in the classroom and my name badge said "educator." So raise your hand if you agree and here here we go… </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">•Some people (bless their hearts) can make money even if they are dumber than a bag of cat hair.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">•The phrase "bless their hearts" is a special code phrase that allows you to say just about anything. For more special sayings, you can go <a href="http://mybellringers.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-school-nifty-sayings-bless-your.html" target="_blank">here</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">•Some people can make money even if they don't communicate well. I'm not talking about being able to write a dissertation on Dante's Circles of Hell. (And don't you sometimes feel as if you're living <i><b>there</b>?</i>) No, I'm not expecting a dissertation. No siree, Missy! I'm talking about not returning phone calls, emails, text messages. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">•People lie… a lot… OK, OK, OK so <b><i>lie</i></b> is such a harsh word… Let's just say people bend the truth a lot… Or say one thing and then do another thing… Perhaps they are living in a parallel universe where their reality is a little different than mine. Personally, I think the world would be such a better place if people would say what they mean and mean what they say…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm just saying…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">There was a time when I walked through the day in a daze.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">There was a time when I couldn't and wouldn't schedule anything on that day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">There was a time when I read vignettes from the 576-page <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Portraits-Collected-Grief-York-Times/dp/B0001FZGNA" target="_blank">Portraits of Grief</a> book.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">There was a time when I stared at the photographs of all the first responders who died that day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">There was a time when I tried to make sense of it all.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And so as we approach the <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/news/september-11-anniversary/" target="_blank">13th Anniversary of 9/11</a>, I realize that life has crossed over into this day bringing bits and pieces of normalcy where none existed before. There are errands to run, appointments to keep, work to do.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And yet, 13 years later, <span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;">I still have not forgotten you--each and every one who perished on that day. I still hear you like ghosts whispering in the wind.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Despite entering my second year of teaching retirement, I can't get rid of that sinking feeling this time of year.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">You know that time of year…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The time of year when knots the size of baseballs seem to grow in your stomach (and you know it's not from that cheese enchilada)…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The time of year when beads of sweat form above your brow (and you know it's not from the 90+ degree heat)…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The time of year when you start to hyperventilate as you drive down the road (and you know it's not because you zipped by that nice little police car parked along side the road)…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It's because you passed through a school zone, it's mid-August, and for teachers, their summers will be officially over.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">After 27 years of teaching, I have a rather <a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/pavlovian?s=t" target="_blank">Pavlovian</a> response to this sort of thing that I can't seem to shake. Summer has always been my favorite time of year. To see it wilt away, just saddens me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But with the end of summer also comes the beginning of a new school year which always brings a rush of hope and promise. A do-over of sorts. From new bright yellow #2 Ticonderoga pencils to new school clothes to a perfect clean slate–not just for students, but for teachers as well. It's your chance to try for the gajillionth time to open the door of possibilities.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It's right there just open it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">What lies beyond is the magic they call teaching.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Best wishes to all my teacher friends as they start a new year!</span>askthehomedivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05021201566837568997noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474701136538889471.post-76757891897286621342014-05-18T12:24:00.003-05:002014-05-18T12:24:47.944-05:00NOT IT! NOT IT! NOT IT!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I am thankful.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Very, very thankful. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And not only am I very, very thankful, I am fearless.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For the first time in a gajillion years, this is the first May I don't have to worry about being "IT!" (And that, my friends, is merely by default since I am retired.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As you all know, this time of year brings out news reports of the end-of-the-world-as-we-know-it when some yearbook debacle erupts after the delivery of spring yearbooks. It's becoming more and more an annual tradition exacerbated by social media that plasters such failings and fuels the controversy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now just because I am a retired publications adviser, doesn't mean I don't have some level of empathy for my colleagues who still are fighting the good fight, hunkering down, practicing their yoga relaxation breathing and waiting to see who gets tagged "IT" this year. (Still, I must say it's great to be relaxing on the sidelines watching instead of hyperventilating during the six o'clock news.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It didn't take long before the first yearbook debacle made its way to the evening newscasts (and we're only mid-way through the month). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So far, the winner goes to Yukon High School in our neighboring state of Oklahoma in what the news media has dubbed a <a href="http://www.news9.com/story/25497747/yukon-high-school-yearbook-photo-causes-controversy" target="_blank">"yearbook fiasco."</a> School officials are scrambling to have 1,100 yearbooks returned to remove an "unflattering" photo of a female student. One student told reporters, <span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;">"You could just see up her skirt, but you couldn't see anything."</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To all my former colleagues who have already had their books delivered, let us be thankful that this mess is north of the Red River, and let me join you in harmony and solidarity as we all shout: </span><br />
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<br />askthehomedivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05021201566837568997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474701136538889471.post-89102962690053504932014-04-19T21:33:00.001-05:002014-04-19T21:33:49.956-05:00A Time To Opt In<br />
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I recently attended <b><i>The Dallas Morning News'</i></b> 23rd Annual High School Journalism Day & Competition. I along with my buddy, retired publications adviser extraordinare Mary Pulliam had been working with the folks over at <b><i>The Dallas Morning News</i></b> with their event and we even facilitated a session for advisers.<br />
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It was a win-win for everyone involved, but most importantly the kiddos who <a href="http://www.dallasnews.com/news/education/headlines/20140417-the-news-honors-outstanding-dallas-area-high-school-journalists.ece" target="_blank">attended were the real winners</a>. They got to meet staffers at <b><i>The Dallas Morning News</i></b>, participate in a contest that exposed their talents to professional journalists, and, of course, there was a pretty nifty catered lunch thrown in as well.<br />
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But as successful as the day was, it wasn't without a certain level of disappointment. Absent from the day's events was the school I formerly taught at along with a number of other schools who used to attend but opted out. Schools like my former school that used to win awards every year.<br />
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I don't know why these schools decided not to come. I'm sure they were busy. For many teachers, it was the end of the six weeks, so perhaps they were behind on grading. Perhaps their advisers were still struggling with finalizing their spring yearbooks or a looming newspaper deadline. Perhaps their principals wouldn't let them come.<br />
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But perhaps they should have juggled their schedules and made the time to come. Or at least, had their kiddos send in their contest entries.<br />
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Because in the end, what they really opted out of was what was best for their kiddos. And I don't think that is what teaching is all about.<br />
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<br />askthehomedivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05021201566837568997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474701136538889471.post-46712037804565879492014-02-23T19:55:00.003-06:002014-02-23T19:55:47.738-06:00A Glimpse at the Life of a Publications Adviser<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It's Sunday night and I've finally sat down to blog away. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I've turned on HGTV's "Beachfront Bargains" for fun. While I'm fairly certain that my life will never be blessed with a beachfront bargain must less a beachfront, I am semi-comforted by the fact that I am not running around crazed trying to juggle yearbook deadlines, newspaper deadlines and end-of-the six weeks grades.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ok… so it's not a semi-comfort. Rather, it's a full-fledged "NOT IT"-ecstatic-full-throttle-</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">extravaganza </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">celebration here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My publications adviser friends are not so lucky. Take a brief glimpse into their world:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">One changed her profile to this…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Another felt obligated to let their yearbook company know that they were working on those pages (as if they needed to) on the weekend. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My favorite Facebook post, though, was from one of the Mansfield advisers. They're working on their group picture pages when they received this little gem, noting "Our AcaDec sponsors submitted this group </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">photo for the yearbook. Genius."</span></div>
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askthehomedivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05021201566837568997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474701136538889471.post-57362112446566747492014-01-26T13:56:00.001-06:002014-01-26T13:56:57.864-06:00Making the Grade, Goals & Expectations & Yoda<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Wow, has it really been months since I've updated my teaching blog? Goodness gracious me. I guess I didn't realize it because I'm constantly writing posts in my head as I'm zipping down the road. It's just that I forget to actually post them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Part of my problem is that by the time I actually sit down in front of my computer, my moment of brilliance has long since passed (of course, that assumes it was there to begin with), and I can't quite seem to formulate what in the Sam Hill I wanted to blather about. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now I am reduced to grasping at snippets of memories of all the things I wanted to say. I wanted to give you three snippets, but I could only remember two…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Snippet #1… Making the Grade… </b>I had to muster up some "Oh my! Oh dear! Oh, so sorry!" for by BFF Jennifer who told me she was up at school late Friday night trying to get grades done. They were due on Monday, and she didn't want to devote her entire weekend grading, grading, grading. Obviously, <a href="http://www.star-telegram.com/2014/01/20/5498491/another-debate-in-gop-lieutenant.html" target="_blank">people who think teacher's get paid enough</a> (people like Texas Lt. Gov. David Dewhurst) </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">don't know teachers and don't understand the time and workflow that goes into the job. (Another reason why I am thoroughly happy to be retired.) I think if you averaged all the time when I was a teacher grading, planning, making deadlines, weekend work etc. I'm fairly certain I made less than minimum wage. Oh, yeah, but I had summers off. Oh wait, I forgot, this is a no whining blog, darn it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Snippet #2… Goals & Expectations… </b>We expect our students to have goals, and clearly we have expectations for them. Now that I've launched <a href="http://www.askthehomediva.com/" target="_blank">my (ad)venture in real estate,</a> I, too, am supposed to have goals, and my office manager has expectations. So I zipped out to the nearest office supply store with my $10 off coupon and purchased two white boards, an assortment of dry erase markers and some nifty bulletin board squares--All so I could list my goals.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">With only five months left to achieve my goals, my whiteboard screamed at me mocking me in black, red, blue & green ink all my shortcomings. Now I can see clearly why so many of our kiddos either fail to make goals or settle for mediocre ones. It's easier to wipe the board clean and come up with an easier, more do-able list. After all, isn't that the point of dry erase markers? To make life easier and allow more do-overs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But I'm not that girl. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And you often don't get do-overs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I had to give myself my own <a href="http://mybellringers.blogspot.com/2007/11/ymca-kumbaya-yoda.html" target="_blank">YMCA Yoda speech</a>: "Do, or do not. There is no try."</span><br />
<br />askthehomedivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05021201566837568997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474701136538889471.post-48186940845708626662013-11-09T11:46:00.003-06:002013-11-09T11:46:52.242-06:00Show & Tell: In Jeopardy, Bad Teachers & Veterans Day<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">For someone who has retired and is supposed to have free time, I find myself recognizing this truism…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I'm so busy now I don't know how I ever found time to work before. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Of course, part of that could be launching my <a href="http://www.askthehomediva.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">new (ad)venture</a> in<a href="http://www.askthehomediva.com/" target="_blank"> real estate.</a> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">But I don't think so. Somehow I have managed to fill in all the spaces between the hour hands with stuff to do. Lots of stuff to do. Main difference is that, for the most part, it's all stuff I like or want to do except I never, ever seem to find enough time to devote to writing. So before that gets away from me, I have three important things I wanted to share… So we'll call this post Show &Tell…</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSJq9MNDNXYNFNxCPhVoP1LFfFUAdblw2t258RkpvctxWTl2Lc2-wqQUoT30ayQgkFT_DntbsVhoMb7LPUgy-Rd9jwh_2SjBf4lSgKYDqMCr8TXAk05Z_HXEKDLf5h_czzBST8v7qGZT3F/s1600/johnpearson-300x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSJq9MNDNXYNFNxCPhVoP1LFfFUAdblw2t258RkpvctxWTl2Lc2-wqQUoT30ayQgkFT_DntbsVhoMb7LPUgy-Rd9jwh_2SjBf4lSgKYDqMCr8TXAk05Z_HXEKDLf5h_czzBST8v7qGZT3F/s200/johnpearson-300x300.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">My blogging buddy & teacher friend <a href="http://www.learnmegood2.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">John Pearson</a> is a contestant on the Jeopardy Teachers Tournament. (Some of you may know him as Mister Teacher). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">How cool is that? The tournament begins Monday (that's Nov. 11). You can check out the times and station <a href="http://www.jeopardy.com/showguide/whentowatch/?Pick=TX#showResults" target="_blank">by clicking here</a>. His episode airs on Thursday. So let's all support John and give it a watch. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">For the most part, pretty much all my training in my latest (ad)venture has been pretty good unlike the beating one normally takes in teacher professional development days. </span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLiE1wxwhVWgLAn95wEsEhC0sqbgr6-HINJqGHMj5mozr43sDFyp3IpsdXsML5cyo7baT5LNqtCzHdUqp9iLiXxZZAZ-POWu7KYBh5YGmRaxauD6GoxSaovA-ydoAuNCBji9yhf6ntMVjX/s1600/20241195_s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLiE1wxwhVWgLAn95wEsEhC0sqbgr6-HINJqGHMj5mozr43sDFyp3IpsdXsML5cyo7baT5LNqtCzHdUqp9iLiXxZZAZ-POWu7KYBh5YGmRaxauD6GoxSaovA-ydoAuNCBji9yhf6ntMVjX/s200/20241195_s.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">In fact, these real estate people take their professional training pretty seriously. They lock the doors when it's time to begin. So, if you aren't there on time, you are out of luck. You actually have to pay attention or the monitor will come by and tell you to. In the last one I attended, they fined you if your cell phone went off because it's supposed to be turned off or silenced. See what I mean. No shenanigans. No siree, Missy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">But, most importantly, they take their food and snackage seriously. One session I attended had a catered lunch with turkey pesto, chicken salad and crab cake sandwiches, goat cheese empanadas, wild rice salad, fresh fruit salad and sweet potato chips. We also had a morning snack and an afternoon snack. Snacks ranged from ice cream to a variety of delicious popcorn to fresh fruit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">All of that was a very good thing since the instruction (for the first time since I've been doing this) was sub-par. (And by sub-par, let me just say it took 25 minutes to highlight one item. Really. Yes. Really. I would have rather poked my eye out with a pencil.) At least the food and snackage was enough compensate for it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Which brings me to two other truisms…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">#1… If you're a bad teacher, you shouldn't teach. Anyone. At any place. At any time. For any reason. And I mean period (and not an Obama period either).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And finally, Monday, Nov. 11 is Veterans Day. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And while I believe everyone should thank veterans all the time, at least remember those who safeguard our freedoms on this special day. While I appreciate all veterans, Howard the Shelter Cat and I are particularly fond of Marines. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span>askthehomedivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05021201566837568997noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474701136538889471.post-35736370824109124762013-10-27T12:56:00.001-05:002013-10-27T12:56:57.653-05:00Missing (NOT), Howard Time & Goodbyes<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I talked to a former business associate of 25-plus years who later subsequently became more of a friend, and she asked me about my retirement from teaching and whether I missed it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Well, I can honestly say, "Hmmmm. No, not really."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I mean, I miss the kids somewhat, but not really because I still talk to them. Plus, I do volunteer stuff within the educational realm. So, no, not really. And, I certainly don't miss very many of the "big people." (And all you teacher-types out there know exactly what I mean.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But all that got me to thinking, and you know what happens when <i>that</i> happens. Jeepers creepers, it's list making time. So here it is…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">•Hails Bails, the bells or the music or whatever it is that moves teachers from one time block to the next. It's nice to be what I like to call as "Howard time." As the saying goes… a picture is worth a thousand words…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">•Defining my existence and scheduling my life by publications deadlines--underclassmen photos, senior photos, first yearbook sales, first deadline, cover deadline, endsheet deadline, story idea deadlines, first story deadline, revisions due, blah, blah, blah, blah.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">•Twenty minute lunches that masquerade as "30 minute duty free lunches." Welcome to my slice of heave: I can eat whenever I want, with whom I want and for how long I want. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">•Being interrupted every second and unable to complete anything. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">•Servers that don't work when it rains or when the wind blows a certain way or when you have this major assignment for the kiddos…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Oh… I could go on and on and on… but no need to… I probably have a list somewhere of things I never liked about teaching archived on this blog.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But back to my friend, Nancy…She reminded me of one of the things I did miss or do miss in these first few months of Retirement City. It's during this time that you sort of discover what people really were friends and who just masqueraded as such. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Nancy is not a masquerader. She and I plan on lunch once her picture day taking rush is over. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And, as far as those other folks? Well, let's just say I'm changing their ringtone to: "<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey, goodbye…"</span></span><br />
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Perhaps it's because another full moon is headed our way towards the end of the month.<br />
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Or maybe it's because Halloween is just around the corner along with all the stuff that witches brew brings.<br />
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I don't know. All if know is that my Crazy Magnet is stuck in the "on" position and I need to know speedy quick how to unstick it. If I thought WD-40 would do the trick, why I'd stockpile pallets of that greasy stuff in my garage and call it a day.<br />
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Forget about the Zombie Apocalypse. It's the Crazies Apocalypse that I'm worried about. They're everywhere. No, silly, not Zombies, but Crazies. On the roads, in the stores, on the phone. Here. There. Everywhere. And, I do not like them here nor there. I do not like them anywhere. No siree, Missy. (Hails Bails, I think they even may have had a hand in that whole government shut down thing.)<br />
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Luckily, after teaching high school for 27 years, I've developed some slick Ninja moves to survive the Crazies Apocalypse. Now I am not admitting I've done any of these things, but here are some tips that just might save your sanity…<br />
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<li>Start waving at someone--anyone--even if you don't know them and walk briskly toward the person you don't know to get away from the Crazy. Of course, the person you don't know might think you're a tad bit crazy and start waving at someone else, which then, of course, will cause a Crazies Chain Reaction and explain why we're headed for the Crazies Apocalypse.</li>
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<li>If you're approached in a parking lot, act like you've lost your car (which for me isn't too much of a stretch most of the time) and keep hitting the horn button. Not only will you find your car, but you'll drown out the Crazy.</li>
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askthehomedivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05021201566837568997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474701136538889471.post-56089386073743502402013-08-23T22:11:00.000-05:002013-08-23T22:11:15.117-05:00Back-to-School, New (Ad)ventures & the Class of 2017<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Most of my teaching buddies found their way back to school this week marking the beginning of that fun-filled extravaganza that we fondly and not-so-fondly refer to as teacher in-service. Since I retired at the end of last year, this is my first back-to-school in 27 years that I am not going back-to-school.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I had several teacher friends ask me how I felt about that. </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Well, so far, I must say, I'm feeling pretty darn tootin' good about it. So good in fact, I threw an end-of-the-summer party for my teacher friends and felt blessed that it wasn't the end of </span><i style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">my</i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> summer yet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I wish I could say that I spent my summer doing a whole lot of nothing. Instead, I spent most of it launching my new real estate (ad)venture and loving every minute of it. You can check out my new (ad)venture at <a href="http://askthehomediva.com/">askthehomediva.com</a> and my new blog at <a href="http://askthehomediva.blogspot.com/">askthehomediva.blogspot.com</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One of the perks of retirement and being your own boss is that you get to spend some time navigating through all the social media and internet postings. One of my former students posted a link to buzzfeed that listed <a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/daves4/32-extremely-upsetting-facts-about-the-class-of-2017" target="_blank">"32 Extremely Upsetting Facts About the Class of 2017."</a> Most of these kiddos were probably born in 1999.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">#5…They have never lived in a world with monthly texting limits.</span></h4>
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Less than two months into my new real estate (ad)venture and I find myself in an interesting position–at the bottom of the educational food chain and way off the charts of the learning curve.<br />
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It is a rather interesting place to be and has provided me with a rather new perspective from a learner's point of view instead of a teacher's point of view.<br />
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I have become beige.</div>
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Since I have been spending quite a bit of time in a variety of training sessions offered by a variety of groups, I have discovered–whether intentionally or unintentionally–"experts" tend to view beginners much like most people view beige walls–uninteresting, unobtrusive and rather invisible.</div>
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In a technology session I attended, I was the only beginner. The Internet went down. People were frantically trying to "fix" their laptops. I announced, "Hey, it's not your laptop, the Internet's down." </div>
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About a week ago, I started training with my real estate company. Thankfully, the trainer is pretty amazing. While I know lots of teachers who hand out chocolate as an incentive, I don't know very many teachers who can get their students in July to vie for left over chocolate Santas or Easter Bunnies as a reward.</div>
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askthehomedivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05021201566837568997noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474701136538889471.post-78522802287471279862013-07-02T15:00:00.001-05:002013-07-02T15:00:05.629-05:00Independence Day & New Beginnings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It seems fitting to start writing and posting again at the beginning of July. With Independence Day just around the corner, I find myself semi-independent now that I've launched into this retirement-from-teaching-thing and latched on to this redefining-and-reinventing-yourself-thing and, let's not forget, the starting-your-own-<a href="http://www.cbdfw.com/" target="_blank">real-estate-business thing.</a><br />
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Many of you wondered how all that would effect this writing thing especially since my little hiatus from posting expanded into a much longer span of time than I intended. I just felt bone tired (or as one of my favorite principals used to say, "I feel as if I was ridden hard and put up wet). But more importantly, I really floundered trying to find the funny in things anymore.<br />
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But I think I got my <a href="http://mybellringers.blogspot.com/2007/11/kanye-west-f-words-me.html" target="_blank">funnyback</a> again.<br />
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Some of you have wondered how I can continue to write on Bellringers now that I've launched this real estate thing. Well, my dears, let me assure you that I have found an unusual blending of these two worlds and will trudge on. (In fact, schools and homes both have bells in common, do they not? OK, OK, OK so maybe just a tad bit of a stretch there.)<br />
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In addition, to beginning <a href="http://www.cbdfw.com/" target="_blank">my real estate business</a>, I also will continue teaching and <a href="http://www.gloriashieldsworkshop.com/" target="_blank">working with high schoolers at journalism workshop</a>s and hope to also branch out and mentor new advisers. So, you see, I have not completely abandoned my passion to teach and for education. Already I have a plethora of stories to tell and will begin posting those soon.<br />
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In the meantime, stay with me as I chronicle my real estate and teaching adventures. To all my teaching friends out there, hope you find time to relax this summer, and to all my new real estate friends, welcome and get ready. We're going to have some kind of fun now!<br />
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Oh… one more thing… I would be remiss as I declare my independence as an entrepreneur (don't you like the way that sounds) if I failed to shamelessly plug myself. So, my dears, if you need any real estate assistance, <a href="mailto:askthediva@yahoo.com" target="_blank">let me know</a>. Even if you don't live in Texas, I can refer you to other agents who can assist you. So there it is. My plug. Let's hope that generates some sparks (and not the set-your-hair-on-fire kind either).<br />
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<br />askthehomedivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05021201566837568997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474701136538889471.post-17391273443528177022013-04-25T20:38:00.001-05:002013-04-25T20:38:06.739-05:00-30- Marks the End & A New Beginning
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Geneva;"><b><i>Writer's note: After much thought and consideration, I finally decided to retire at the end of the school year. Below is a column that more or less gives my reasons why. And while I am ending my teaching career, I have several new beginnings I am excited about and will write about later. And, of course, I am hoping this decision will provide more opportunities to devote to blogging… again. </i></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Geneva;">For years now in my teaching career, I’ve felt like <a href="http://www.tv.com/shows/i-love-lucy/job-switching-15119/" target="_blank">Lucy Ricardo</a>
working on the candy assembly line, but without the benefit of eating all that
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Geneva;">It doesn’t help
that our schools tend to look like factories filled with teachers who
fanatically and frenetically try to keep pace in an environment that rewards
uniformity.</span><span style="font-family: Geneva;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Geneva;">Like Lucy, I have found myself
working at warp speed, expected to churn out cookie-cutter children all wrapped
up and ready to go as “lifelong learners,” “productive citizens” or whatever other
education buzzword is trending at the time. This, of course, must occur in a “stimulating
and challenging environment” and be packaged in a neat little box lined with a
“better future.” </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Geneva;">At the
educational factory, the operative words are “standards” and “measurements” and
“outcomes” – all topped off with standardized testing to make sure everything
and everyone is properly and uniformly measured. Over the years, I’ve watched
more young teachers than I can count run a white flag up their own standard and
quickly retreat to another profession.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Geneva;">Like Lucy, they’ve said in
so many words: “Listen, Ethel, I think we’re fighting a losing game.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Geneva;">A few years
ago, I stumbled upon a study cleverly entitled, <a href="http://widgeteffect.org/" target="_blank">“The Widget Effect.”</a> The report
showed how administrators and school systems treat teachers, not as individual
professionals, “but rather as interchangeable parts.” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Geneva;">The study
called us “widgets” and predicted that public education would never really
improve until administrators and policymakers quit viewing teachers that way.
Finally, someone was singing my song.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Geneva;">I’m not sure
how this widget thing has become so entrenched in our educational system. It’s
not like it works anywhere else. If someone swapped a Bill Gates or a Warren
Buffett with a mediocre-no-name CEO, the results would be, well, quite
different. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Geneva;">So why do we
think we can swap out the <a href="http://www.gloriashieldsworkshop.com/" target="_blank">Gloria Shields</a>, the <a href="http://www.zoominfo.com/#!search/profile/person?personId=46057381&targetid=profile" target="_blank">Mary Pulliams</a> and the <a href="http://www.scholasticjournalismonline.com/about/" target="_blank">Dow Tates</a>
of our little educational world with interchangeable widgets and still yield
the same results? </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Geneva;">The widget metaphor
has stuck with me like an obnoxious radio jingle. I haven’t been able to shake
it off or ignore it. Instead, it’s made me only that much more defiant. Just
because school feels like a factory, that doesn’t mean I have to act like a
widget.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Geneva;">So I’ve tried
to work harder and smarter, and eventually, that’s meant I’ve also worked
longer hours. I’ve tried to do more, achieve more and be more until I’ve begun
to feel like I belong in that Army recruiting commercial.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Geneva;">I’ve attended
seminars, taught workshops and learned new things to bring to my classroom. I’ve
embraced the latest technology, joined committees, mentored others and blogged
religiously about my trials, tribulations and successes.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Geneva;">Rebelling
against widgetry earns you a certain stature. I’ve been called many things. Some
good, some bad and some that rhyme with what my students call me, Richie. The
worst, though, has come when I’ve been brusquely dismissed as not being a “real
teacher” because, you know, I teach an elective – another word for “pointless”
in widget-speak. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Geneva;">I’ve survived
three school districts, more than a half-dozen superintendents and eight
principals. Every year, I’ve struggled to show that somehow my work matters in my
classroom and my student publications. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Geneva;">No
interchangeable widget here. No sirree, Missy. Not me.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Geneva;">Along the way,
I’ve managed to stay married to one man, raised my own two children, gained
weight, lost weight, battled a kidney disease, watched cancer erase both
parents, walked 60 miles for the Three-Day for the Cure, written a book, championed
the First Amendment and become fearless.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Geneva;">Most
importantly, during that time, I’ve had the privilege of engaging in the
education of hundreds of children, and because of them, I’ve become a better,
stronger person – one who cannot and will not be unceremoniously reduced to a
widget.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Geneva;">And so because
I am too stubborn to succumb to The Widget Effect, this year marks the end of
my career in public education. Twenty-seven years has earned me a graceful exit
rather than a retreat. No white flags here. I may not have prevailed, but I
have endured. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Geneva;">That’s probably
the best outcome anyone could hope for in a broken system waiting to get fixed.
The assembly line may have beaten Lucy, but it didn’t break me.</span></div>
askthehomedivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05021201566837568997noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474701136538889471.post-17413069042765213472012-11-11T19:33:00.001-06:002012-11-11T19:33:26.250-06:00Counting Crows & Things That Matter<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me & Counting Crows front man Adam Duritz</td></tr>
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Like most folks, I keep a bucket list in my head of things I want to do.<br />
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Sadly, very few items get checked off, so I've resorted to two bucket lists. The first list I call my "champagne-pie-in-the-sky-this-will-only-happen-when pigs-fly-or-<a href="http://www.oprah.com/index.html" target="_blank">Oprah</a>/<a href="http://www.ellentv.com/" target="_blank">Ellen DeGeneris</a>-discovers-<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Teaching-Lessons-Learned-Professional-Development/dp/0615316700/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1257105455&sr=8-1" target="_blank">my-book"</a> list. For brevity, let's just call it the "When-Pigs-Fly" or "WPF" list. My second list I've aptly named the "Ozarka-peanut-butter-and-jelly-this-could-possibly-happen-without-pigs-flying" list which we'll simply call the PB&J list.<br />
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Call me pathetic, I know, but I did manage to put two big checks on my PB&J list a few days ago. Both lists contained gamblin, and one day meeting <a href="http://www.countingcrows.com/main" target="_blank">Counting Crows</a> front man <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0244154/" target="_blank">Adam Duritz</a>. My WPF list envisioned a James Bond sort of gambling excursion to exotic places like <a href="http://www.casinomontecarlo.com/" target="_blank">Monte-Carlo</a> or even pseudo-exotic places like <a href="http://www.lasvegas.com/" target="_blank">Las Vegas</a>.<br />
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Now my bucket list thing only happened because there was a Counting Crows
concert I wanted to attend at a casino. I managed to con Jennifer, my BFF, to
go with me. "We could kill two birds with one stone," I rationalized.
(Don't you just love cliche humor?) "Not only will I finally get to
gamble, I'll get to see one of my favorite bands again."<br />
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Reluctantly she agreed, and we did have fun in a twisted sort of way as we made the 100 mile PB&J trek to the <a href="http://chickasawcountry.com/explore/view/winstar-world-casino?gclid=CJj78PaayLMCFcxAMgod0n4AQg" target="_blank">Chickasaw WinStar Casino in Oklahoma</a> (which despite its claim that a "world of luxury" awaited us, this is the same destination that also offered an RV park in which to stay. (I don't think they offer <i>those</i> type of accommodations in Monte-Carlo. No siree, Missy.) We couldn't afford the hotel casino rates, but we could afford the level II accommodations located within walking distance.<br />
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Here's the ferrets-on-crack review of our trip:<br />
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<li>Counting Crows Concert: fab-u-lous</li>
<li>Gambling: not</li>
<li>Wheel of Fortune spin: fun</li>
<li>Food: mediocre</li>
<li>People: odd</li>
<li>Best part: Snagged the nifty photo shown above with Adam Duritz outside the hotel casino Starbucks. (Who needs to gamble or win to have fun? Just hand me a nonfat, three raw sugar latte and a photo op with Adam, and it's better than good.)</li>
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This gambling junket got me to thinking, though, which y'all know can be problematic for me. Initially, my foray into Chickasaw Country made me realize that I'm not really a gambling kind of gal. But the more I pondered <i>that</i>, the more I got to really thinking and realized that perhaps that's not really true.<br />
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I <i><b>am</b></i> a gambling gal, but not with chips or slots or cards.<br />
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I, like many other teachers, gamble every day. I gamble on kids, placing my chips there hoping for the best. Sometimes I win. Sometimes I lose.<br />
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When I lose, well, it just sucks the life right out of me.<br />
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But when I win? Oh how the lights flash, the bells clang and the adrenaline flows.<br />
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I think I'm ready for Monday morning again because it doesn't really matter if I win or lose. As Adam would say, <a href="http://www.lyricsdepot.com/counting-crows/omaha.html" target="_blank">"It's the heart that matters more."</a><br />
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<br />askthehomedivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05021201566837568997noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474701136538889471.post-34899012206783697332012-11-02T21:26:00.001-05:002012-11-02T21:26:08.129-05:00Reminders, Siri & MaggieismsSometimes I have so much to write about, I spend too much time thinking about what to write, and then it all slips away like rays of sunshine on a cloudy day.<br />
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Already my school is two grading periods into this academic year and I have yet to share any interesting tidbits from my DIs (Darling Inspirations). It's not because I don't have some interesting items. Rather, the ones I do have are so off the charts or off the chain (depending upon your age demographics) that I would be embarrassed (for those DIs) to write anything about it.<br />
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I have been trying, though. I keep a list of items I find amusing hoping to fashion them into funny posts. I make my list with the help of my new pal Siri. Yep, I finally joined the ranks of the rest of the planet with my recent purchase of my very, very first smart phone–the iPhone 5. I think it's the neatest thing since sliced bread and dark chocolate. <br />
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But even my new pal Siri can't save me from all these cryptic notes she jots down for me in my "reminders." Things like "Maggie is to do homework" and "number 13."<br />
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"Siri," I ask just a tad exasperated, "what does all that mean?"<br />
"Sorry, Richie," she says, "I don't understand what you mean. Shall I search the web for you?"<br />
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Sorry, Siri, not even an all out web search or a fancy, schmancy decoder ring can help me decipher those notes. <br />
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I finally did remember what that Maggie thing was all about. One of my good friends has a granddaughter who says the funniest things which, of course, my friend duly posts on Facebook. (She refers to them as "Maggieisms). <br />
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One of her most recent Maggieism was a conversation Maggie had with her mom. It went like this…<br />
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<span class="userContent"> Maggie: "I don't have to. It's 'do' tomorrow."<br /> Mom: "That means you need to do it tonight."<br /> Maggie: "I thought that meant 'do' it tomorrow."</span></div>
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<span class="userContent">I think I'm on Team Maggie.</span></div>
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