Teacher Appreciation Always.

 I am 

book-ended

by teachers. 

One helped raise me and I raised the other.

But in honesty, the one who helped 

raise me helped raise the other as well.

It's kind of fun that Big liked the littles (1st graders)

and Shanna likes the bigs (high schoolers).

Big never had kids of her own,

 but oh the children she had!

It's 

Teacher Appreciation Week.

Really?

??Week??

I've seen and see what these two have done

and sacrificed for their kids.

Everyone had best be appreciating their teachers 

EVERY DAY!

(and you can thank a teacher if you know the 

difference between that and everyday) 

I, Me, Everyday, Every Day

I birthed an English Teacher.

Don't ask me how.

I can't spell worth spit.

I capitalize at will.

I rely heavily on autocorrect,

although I can't misspell

deffinatly 

bad enough to have it NOT autocorrect to

defiantly.

I pretty much use NO punctuation 

when texting with her, 

apostrophes, 

possessive, not possessive

(autocorrect situation just now)

 and don't even get me started on what to 

do if someone's name ends with an "S"!!

But there are two grammatical rules 

I can get right every time.

I vs me

and everyday vs every day.

One makes me insane, the other makes

Shannas ( see, no apostrophe there)

head spin. 

I thought about just ending there. 

But I can't.

Take the other person's name out of the sentence!

You helped me.

You helped Suzzy and ME, not I!!!

Is it something you do EVERY day

or

is it a ho-hum, EVERYDAY

kind of thing. 

Whew, I feel kinda better.

My Opinion (and I have a million of them)

So, Honey and I were at our current favorite restaurant, 

Cooper's Hawk ,

today and I overheard the ladies behind me

looking for recommendations from the

waitress. 

I so wanted to lean over the back of the booth 

and tell the one gal,

"You're feeling like salmon?

Get the Soy Ginger Salmon."

But, unfortunately,

 or, 

fortunately if you were that lady, 

I have done my work on boundaries and I kept to myself.

I said to Honey, if only there was a job

 where I could tell people what to eat.

He said, make one.

I said, that would actually be a

Busybody.

Don't nobody wants one of those.

But in the interest of satiating my inner

busybody,

should you be at Cooper's Hawk

and just can't decide, 

well, everything is good.

But here's a heads up, 

whereas the asian slaw served alongside

said Soy Ginger Salmon is delicious,

served as a side

it leaves something to be desired.

There. 

My 2 cents.

Not that you asked, 

but hey, if you made it this far then there 

is implied consent that you 

wanted to hear my opinion.

You are welcome.

When God Hits You Right Over The Head

God sightings. 

That is what Lory and I have made our focus

this season.

He pops up in the most unexpected places.

Like my aunts closet.

We walked my grandma, Big and mom's mom,

home at home.

Big hadn't left her side but finally on 

New Years day we convinced her to go

to a movie with me. 

I still remember what movie it was,

Fried Green Tomatoes.

I remember because grandma died

while we were at the movie.

I felt really guilty that I had pulled Big away

just on the day grandma breathed her last.

When we first started down this road with Big 

I felt like I wanted to be with her when she breathed her last.

I know that is statistically not likely, 

but one lives in hope.

I like to spend some time each day 

(that I can)

at mom and Big's place.

I also like to keep busy.

I tasked myself with organizing the black hole

that is my aunts closet.

I came across MANY papers, 

but one caught my eye.

It was written in Big's distinctive print.

I stopped and read it. 

It was a testimonial about the time she was

most thankful for her church.

It was the day I took her to a movie 

and her mother died.

Big tells of how we couldn't get her to leave 

grandma's side and that eventually

she agreed to go to a movie with me.

And grandma died.

But her take away from the day was

that my mother and sister were able to call

their pastor and he was there at grandma's side

waiting to pray with us all
when Big and I returned.

At the exact moment Big needed her church, 

God arranged for it to be there to meet her.

At the exact moment I need to know God has this,

He's got His own timing,

There's a reason for every twist in Big's road home,

He has me clean a closet and meets me right there on the floor.

Little Big Update

See what I did there?

Still trying to keep the chuckles but it's a little tougher.

I am at a loss for words when I consider all you,

her friends, have done to be there for her.

So many of you have come to visit.

You never quite know what you're going to get with her these days.

She really does seem to rally when visitors come by.

And it just warms my heart, the genuine thank you

she gives in parting.

You know, I've heard a term before,

a Living Wake.

I feel like that's what is happening here.

It's the coolest thing I've ever been witness to.

A couple of visitors ( with voices for it)

have sung Amazing Grace to her.

The one thing she has been VERY clear on is that

it is to be sung at her memorial service.

All 7 verses.

Mike Popplewell, we laughed last night that she let you 

get away with just two verses. 

She said you are a very busy man. LOL

Big feels the love, 

Mom feels the love, 

Gaye and I feel the love.

Love and prayers to you all. 

Supporting Cast

Unwitting participant?

I've spent a few days pondering the 

Inn Keeper.

I wonder what his take on all this was.

He was most likely making money 

hand over fist given the crowds

in the city passing through for the census.

So many people that when this 

sweet little forlorn couple

stop and ask for a room, 

he had nothing to offer them.

Was he looking to make every inch

of his property be revenue generating,

or was he just trying to find some way to help them?

I don't think the bible gives us a clear

take on that and I think this is where

we choose how we want to view him.

Grace or cynicism?

Have you heard the term

"Chreasters"?

(not sure how you spell that)

It's a mash up of Christmas and Easter.

It's not really meant in a positive light.

It refers to people who show up at church on

Christmas and Easter.

At least they know those are two very important days.

Grace or cynicism?

Red Kettle Stories

I have a red kettle story too. 

I think I've told it before.

It goes something like this:

My grandfather made a deal with my oldest brother

that had to do with him not smoking (my brother, that is).

If my brother didn't hold up his end of the bargain then 

he was to make some kind of donation to

the Salvation Army.

LOL, how's that for vague?

I wasn't part of that arrangement (obviously) but what stuck

with me was that my grandpa, whom I loved a lot,

had a heart for the Salvation Army.

One year for Christmas my family gave my mother 

the gift of us ringing that little bell on a number of occasions.

We were so good at our job that I believe 

we went through at least two bells.

We gave her one of them, in pieces, as

representation of our hard work. 

We pass things on to the generations that come after us,

sometimes without even knowing we are doing it.

I am deliberate in wiggling a dollar bill into each kettle I pass.

I'm passing it on.