Barbie is stronger than cancer!

Barbie is stronger than cancer!

This is Barbie, in a really cool t-shirt that her husband had made for her!

About 25 years ago while far far away from home, at a small college in Idaho, I was blessed with a room-mate named Karen. Karen, whose name I changed to Barbie because she is tall, blonde, perfect was also a southerner, strong willed, independent and a bit quirky. The latter traits I shared with her so of course we became quick and forever friends.  We jokingly became known as Barbie & Skipper.

Since those years we have traveled many different paths but somehow we always seem to find our way back to each other and it’s so refreshing when we do. We’ll talk on the phone, write e-mails, and a few times have even been able to get together to reminisce about the past, and dream about our futures.

About two months ago with prompting from my niece I joined “Facebook.” After being there for a brief period of time Barbie found me. How wonderful to be reunited again.  Facebook is wonderful – we send each other thoughts, ideas, pictures….  then last week I was wondering why I hadn’t heard from Barbie in a while. I wasn’t alarmed, we both have busy lives so I just thought she was tied up with other things and hadn’t had much time to get on Facebook.

Then on Tuesday I got a message from her.  A couple weeks earlier that she had found a lump in one of her breast and after that had found out she has breast cancer.  She was strong, positive, hopeful, faithful and determined to do everything in her power to win this battle. She was letting me know that she was scheduled  to have both breast removed on Friday (yesterday).  My heart dropped. My very special friend was facing something horrible and I felt helpless and scared for her and her family. 

Just as I would have expected Barbie to do, she was a rock. Her surgery lasted 5 hours and her husband reported that things looked better than her doctor had expected and there was no sign of cancer in her lymph nodes. I felt so full of gratitude, love and hope.  

I guess I am writing about this because it has been on my mind and in my heart. I also wanted to announce to the world that Barbie’s courage has gotten me to face my fear and I will be making an appointment for my first mammogram on Monday. 

I love you, Barbie…. thank you for being my forever friend…

Skipper

ps… if you would like to read about Karen’s journey, check out her blog:  http://wwwkarenbritton.blogspot.com/

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Hooked on 5 year olds!

102_0555Another week in kindergarten and another very funny story… Remember Sam, my adorable little student who scribbled and professed to have written in Spanish?  Well, again Sam has brought joy to my life and I just have to share it…

One day this week the kids had to do a color sheet (it was a color by number) and after finishing they got to choose a center to go to. Sam was ready to choose his center and yet I wasn’t sure I had seen his finished paper. He went to my desk, picked up a paper, and read the name, ” W A S”. He then said out loud, “W A S, was, we do not have anyone in our class named Was.”  Realizing his paper was upside down I told him to turn his paper around. When he did, he said, “S A M, Sam, oh, that’s ME!, Here’s my paper!” and with that he put the paper back down and went to a center.  

W A S – we don’t have anyone named Was in our class!  lol…. I do love S A M!

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Six things I love…

I am so glad that simple things bring me such joy. Some people need expensive gifts, trips, meals, etc… not this Chic! I have a few things that always make me smile, feel happy and comfortable, and are a positive part of my life. Today, I am going to reveal these “things” and would love to hear what “simple things” you love in your life.

My loyal jean jacket!

My loyal jean jacket!

 

 

Thing 1: My jean jacket! I love my jean jacket! It is my favorite article of clothing. It is comfortable, goes with everything (almost), has these great pockets where I can carry my cell phone, change, a sharpie, my keys…. I am getting all excited just thinking about how much I love my jean jacket. I have other jackets, of course, but 99% of the time it is my perfect faded jean jacket that I pull out of the closet to spend the day with me!

 


Fiestaware makes me happy!

Fiestaware makes me happy!

 

 

Thing 2: My Fiestaware! I love the colors: shamrock,  scarlet, peacock, and tangerine. Just the names of the colors make me happy! I had wanted Fiestsware for years and finally last year splurged and bought a set in the variety of colors above. I’ve never ever had buyers remorse!  I love it so much I had a friend paint a picture to hang in my kitchen to match my Fiestaware!  

 

Mixin' up some love!

Mixin' up some love!

 

 

 

Thing 3: My KitchenAid mixer. I love it because I can whip up a batch of  chocolate chip cookies in less than five minutes. It mixes everything perfectly and is so easy to clean.  It makes my life easier and my son swears it makes my cookies the best in the world! I do love my KitchenAid mixer….      

 

My MacBook & Sharpies...

My MacBook & Sharpies...

Thing 4:  My MacBook – and I love it for a few reasons. It is fast, handy, reliable, resistant, cool and I didn’t pay a penny for it! I got it through a technology grant at the school where I teach and get to keep it for as long as I’m at this school. (Not going anywhere!)

 

 

Thing 5: Sharpies! Just love them and rarely have been found without one. A new pointed tip Sharpie makes my day!! I even love the smell. I love the permanence of using a sharpie. I sometimes write important notes to myself, like “milk” on the palm of my hand and I don’t even mind if it takes two days for “milk” to be washed off. One of my teacher friends always gives me sharpies for my birthday – she’s got my ticket!

 

A Croc Circle!

A Croc Circle!

 

 

 

 

Thing 6: Crocs! They are comfortable, easy, colorful and a blessing! I own 13 pairs of them! Pink, Blue, Green, Black, Brown, flip flops, mary janes, beach, clogs, oh my… I began wearing them a few years ago when I had a foot problem and wear them now because I love them. 

 

 

This list could of course go on and on but I will stop here.  Six things that I love, use, and could live with out, but am glad I don’t have to.  Now, if you have the time I would LOVE to hear a few of your things you love…..

Love~ G

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Things 5 year olds say…

As you know, if you’ve read my blog, I teach kindergarten. This is my 9th year teaching and my 8th year teaching this grade. I did venture down the hallway one year, to a 4th grade assignment. At first, I was relieved being with older kids. They could follow simple directions and when all else failed they could sit and read on their own for a few minutes. BUT… quickly I realized that 4th graders were way too smart (or so they thought) and they didn’t think I’m the funny person that I know I am… I mean my kindergarten students had been laughing at my silliness for years. About midyear I knew where I should be and it was back down the hallway with those 5 year olds.

With all that said, I have to admit that one of my very favorite things about teaching kindergarten is that 5 year olds say the most amazing things.  My mother has told me, since I began teaching that I should write these things down, but I haven’t… until now… Let’s find out if the things 5 years olds say to their teacher is as amazing to you, as it is to me…

Yesterday I read the book “The Hat” by Jan Brett to my class.  (btw… I love Jan Brett books!) Our focus skill was recalling details from stories, so I followed up the reading by having the children draw a picture and then write about their favorite part of this book.   Sam, who is an amazing little boy, brought his paper up to me. He had written “My favrt prt of bok ws” followed by what looked like two lines of scribble. I read the part that I could read and asked him to help me with the next two lines. Sam, completely serious said, “I wrote those two lines in Spanish.” I thought this is interesting, Spanish? I don’t teach Spanish and Sam doesn’t have an ounce of Latino in him, so I asked him to read to me what he had written in Spanish. Again, completely serious, Sam laughed and said, “I can’t read Spanish, Ms. Moss.” 

I was too amazed by his ability to come up this that I couldn’t even have him redo it in English!  So, I sent Sam off to play at the block center and thought, I am going to have to write this one down….

This is Sam!

This is Sam!

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Reading glasses & other things I cherish…

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I love getting older. I know most women fight it and do everything possible to hold on to how they use to be, but I embrace the changes and love myself more and the world around me as they happen.  I will be 45 years old this year and spent the first 35 years of my life worrying about what other people thought about me.

About 10 years ago, I was a single mother who was busting my “behind” to finish my education so I could support my child and make a good life for us.  Sage was 3 years old, I was taking 18 credit hours of college to finish in time to begin a new school year teaching and we were living with my mother (oh my!). It was a very stressful and desperate time in my life. I can’t recall if it was an epiphany or something that gradually came to me,  but I realized I can do this. I can handle this life that happened to me while I was waiting for the fairy tale and I can learn to love it.

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I did more than learn to love it. I learned to cherish it! Every year I see and feel my body changing. It doesn’t bother me that I have reading glasses in every room of my house, my car, my classroom, and probably a few other places that I’ve forgotten. It doesn’t bother me that staying up late is 10’0 clock in my life now. It also doesn’t bother me that I sometimes take Motrin just for silly aches and pains in this aging body. My body isn’t perfect but it has gotten me to where I am and I like where I am. 

Sage is 11 years old now. He’s a good boy. He loves to read and he says “yes, m’am” most of the time without being reminded. He holds doors for strangers and readily gives up his seat to someone else who doesn’t have one. He doesn’t remember me taking 18 credit hours a semester or graduating with honors. Those things aren’t important to him. He does know that his mother loves him and takes care of him. He gets irritated at me for checking behind him on his homework and for correcting him when he says politically incorrect things.  It’s ok and I know this. He’s got about 25 more years before he realizes why I do these things. 

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I am so thankful it only took me 35 years to come to realization that my life is exactly what I want it to be. It is the perfect life for me and so I cherish it and embrace it whole heartidly!

Now, where did I put my reading glass? 

Love, G

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Bloggin’ Away in 2009…

 

me001I finally did it! I created a BLOG!  So, hello World!  Here I am, in a small town in Northern Florida. I teach kindergarten at a school where I feel needed.  I have an eleven year old son that I adore but drives me crazy about 99% of the time. I have an imaginary boyfriend (at least that’s what I call him!). I love to shop and read and take long naps. I love flavored coffees and have a fantasy of opening my very own Starbucks right here in nowhere.  I have two cats that I loveeeeeee…. Rhett is my older boy and he’s a Hemingway ’cause he has 24 toes!  Miss LuSeal is my little girl and she’s soft and sweet and she loves me the most of all!  My family lives near by and we do lots of things together.  I have a small circle of friends that I cherish.  I love my colorful Fiestaware and enjoying baking ’cause my KitchenAid makes it easy!  I am addicted to texting, diet Mt. Dew and Sudoku.

 

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I found this picture of myself from last summer and I longed for a tan and long hair! Actually I think I just longed for summer vacation.  Don’t get me wrong – I LOVE this career that chose me – but this is a trying time in public education (in Florida at least!) and it seems more and more is expected of us constantly.  The school year is half way over , I’m exhausted, but there is still so much to do. When June gets here and I’m tempted to gripe about the heat I am going to pull my hair back in a ponytail (it should be long enough by then) and go to the beach to work on my tan…

 

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