Who I Am

words by Jessica Andrews and my own tweaks from my own geonology research....

 

 

If I live to be a hundred
And never see the seven wonders
That'll be alright
If I don't make it to the big leagues
If I never win a Grammy
I'm gonna be just fine
'Cause I know exactly who I am
 

I am Helen's son
The spitting image of my father
And when the day is done
My momma was still my biggest fan
Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy
But I've got friends who love me
And they know just where I stand

It's all a part of me
And that's who I am

So when I make big mistake
When I fall flat on my face
I know I'll be alright
Should my tender heart be broken
I will cry those teardrops knowin'
I will be just fine
'Cause nothin' changes who I am

I am Alva's son
The spitting image of him
And when the day is done
My daddy was still my biggest fan
Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy
But I've got children who love me
And they know just where I stand

It's all a part of me
And that's who I am

So when they make big mistake
When they fall flat on their face
I know they'll be alright
Should their tender heart be broken
I will cry those teardrops knowin'
They will be just fine
'Cause nothin' changes who I am

Our granddaughter

We got our granddaughter late yesterday and she spent the night and will be with us while her mom works today. Her 'real' dad is off on his mini vacation....this story to way to complicated to tell. Let's just say they are all from a very "blended" family. The only thing our granddaughter has stable in her "family" is us.

We have been married for 47 years while the rest of her 'family' is...well....LET'S JUST SAY, A MIXED BAG.

Our son just announced his engagement to his girlfiend of 3+ years. We are excited about it and so is all the blended family.

Anniversary

"We went out to eat a nice lunch on our anniversary, came home to watch a little TV, then went to take a shower in our large "Mexican Shower" where there was room for both of us - and a gang more - soaped each other up, scrubed each other. I soaped up her breasts, she my genitals, soaped up both our backs, washed each other from head to toe, front and back, then towel dried each other off and went to bed where we snuggled up with each other, then made passionate sex for a long time. The day went fantastic..." then I woke up from dreaming to see my wife leave to go to work at kid's day at CiCi's Pizza for our son doing face painting then she had choir practice late that evening for the Bishop's mass this Sunday and she got home late about an hour before I went to bed at 10pm. My day was quiet all day long. Some anniversary.

I slept solid all night and she did her normal thing - stayed up and fell asleep in the rocking chair then when to bed after past 2am I believe. I can't TELL you when she went to bed but I believe it was after 2AM.

TEACHING my love

Teaching is the one thing I love the most or have loved since I am in forced retirement. After reading, listening to, and seeing what the world is coming to I hate leaving and or going back.

 irst, I really miss teaching and mentoring student teachers get ready for their turn in the pit. I have so many very fond memories of student teachers in the past; even good memories of the ones that turned out to be bad both in my class and in their job.

 Over the years I have more that two dozen STs and only one bad one and I still remember her fondly. Most of my STs were female but there were a few males and several of them have moved on up the ladder to APs or Principals. I never did nor even want to move up. I was happy right where I was.

 Over the years I worked in the 'salt mines' of teaching while others moved up. I was two classes short of getting supervision certification but never went on to get it because I knew it would mean might be 'tempted' to leave the classroom. So, there I worked with all those who had future dreams of moving up.

 I kept on till I had my mini stroke, a TIA -transient ischemic attack- and I had to medically retire. But my brain still works just fine and I am still writing lessons, working with teachers, and dreaming of subbing which I know is not going to happen, but I can still "dream" can't I?

 When I formerly retired  from a job I loved it was because my wife retired so I wanted to  retire with her - stupid mistake. Within a week I was looking for another job and found one or it found me. A friend at the local Episcopal school and I talked about a part time job teaching 8th grade history. I went for an interview that afternoon and had the job when I left. The job turned out to be a 'good' job from my perspective but after two years I was let go. No one has ever told me why.

 After being released I contacted the local charter school and go the job after just one short interview. I knew the principal and she knew me and 'my work style and ethics' and began my summer of prep work for teaching in the charter school.

 After weeks of prep with other 'new' teachers we were told by the principal that "our employment could be terminated before 90 days if they did not see that we were going to fit the charter mold…no questions asked". But she also told us that before 90 days we could leave the job… no questions asked. I did leave before 30 days was up.

 The charter school stories have all been lies and ....

Once again it is Monday...

Once again, it is Monday and once again I am trying to blog after a day long visit to various emails, blogs, posts, comments, etc.,etc., etc.

We have kept our granddaughter overnight and I'm up early trying to think of anytang really substanial to blog about. I do have things to work on for TPT, plus my wife and I have our anniversary(47 years) coming up tomorrow, my son and his family are leaving on vacation soon, and I have this blog to write but there is othing important to blog about....

I have been working on my Plotting Huricanes worksheet which got me 'somewhere' at least.

Welp, here it is. Another day and I stil did not get this blog done. It's now Tuesday, our anniversary. last night was a community band concert, a V-E-R-R-R-RY long afternoon plus a very long evening after the concert and I never got this blog done.

Now its going to be another ver-r-r-r-y long day while my wife work's at 'kid's day' at CiCi's facepainting then church choir practice for Sunday's mass at the catherdral for the Bishop. Did I say this was our anniversay? 47 years but who's counting....

Plus it' raining, a lot!

Here I go again....

Here I go again, maybe, just maybe I can make this blog work or maybe I need to move this blog to another site so I can get more traffic. I read blogs all over the internet at various sites and they seem to get much more interest and traffic. This site tends to get nothing even though I do have few - FEW - followers.

Currently, I am spending my time searching thru blogs looking for the best of the best and keep finging that Blogger is up near the top - that's good - I guess.

I have also found out what I aleady knew - you HAVE to have something to blog about. Something you are passion about. That may be a problem.

I also want FOLLOWERS so that will make me write more and better blogs. Right now I only have 16 but they seem to be better following than commenting on. Leave me notes just so I know you were here. PLEASE.

Money, money, money

Why oh why do I have to spend money before I get to see what I am spending money on? This morning I went to a site that I was really interested in and EVERYTHING said FREE but when I got to the last click it said they needed my CC# or PayPal # and I went NOPE. I decided to walk away - for now at least.


I have tried to stay with Charity Preston of the Teaching Blog Traffic School as much as I can. She has been connecting me to many people, blogs, Facebookers as possible and I want that. Maybe she can get me connected to the right folks at the right time. Maybe she might get me to move to the right blogging platform too.

I have tried blogging here and at xanga  for a long time but both have been more "hit and miss" than regular. Since I was fored to medically forced to retire it has been more miss than hit. I have tried to have someting to say on a regular basis but there are just days....well you know.

My blogs are like this one; nothing really to say except for what I am workig on TPT which right now is more Louisiana Parish matching game and cleaning up my online store at https://www.teacherspayteachers.com/Store/Mres-History-Emporium and just hoping people will visit.

More later after I read my emails from Charity.

Teaching or the lack of.....

Teaching is the one thing I love the most or have loved since I am in forced retirement. After reading, listening to, and seeing what the world is coming to I hate leaving and or going back.

First, I really miss teaching and mentoring student teachers get ready for their turn in the pit. I have so many very fond memories of student teachers in the past; even good memories of the ones that turned out to be bad both in my class and in their job.
Over the years I have more that two dozen STs and only one bad one and I still remember her fondly. Most of my STs were female but there were a few males and several of them have moved on up the ladder to APs or Principals. I never did nor even want to move up. I was happy right where I was.
 
Over the years I worked in the 'salt mines' of teaching while others moved up. I was two classes short of getting supervision certification but never went on to get it because I knew it would mean might be 'tempted' to leave the classroom. So, there I worked with all those who had future dreams of moving up.
 
I kept on till I had my mini stroke, a TIA -transient ischemic attack- and I had to medically retire. But my brain still works just fine and I am still writing lessons, working with teachers, and dreaming of subbing which I know is not going to happen, but I can still "dream" can't I?
 
When I formerly retired  from a job I loved it was because my wife retired so I wanted to  retire with her - stupid mistake. Within a week I was looking for another job and found one or it found me. A friend at the local Episcopal school and I talked about a part time job teaching 8th grade history. I went for an interview that afternoon and had the job when I left. The job turned out to be a 'good' job from my perspective but after two years I was let go. No one has ever told me why.
 
After being released I contacted the local charter school and go the job after just one short interview. I knew the principal and she knew me and 'my work style and ethics' and began my summer of prep work for teaching in the charter school.
 
After weeks of prep with other 'new' teachers we were told by the principal that "our employment could be terminated before 90 days if they did not see that we were going to fit the charter mold…no questions asked". But she also told us that before 90 days we could leave the job… no questions asked. I did leave before 30 days was up.

The charter school stories have all been lies and the education spotty at best. The lady that took my place when I left was and is not certified. I never looked back at that job.

I miss my years in public school and my years at the Episcopal school. I even look back fondly at my days subbing at the area's Catholic schools.

Now my only 'teaching' is writing materials for TeachersPayTeachers where I have over 600 items covering world history, American history, Louisiana history and much of the U.S. state histories. Plus art projects, bell ringers, crosswords, many Do Now worksheets, etc.