Tuesday, November 6, 2007

No Time For Cursive Writing


According to the Asheville Citizen Times in North Carolina, teachers are struggling to find time to teach cursive writing:

Every day students in Shannon Fields’ fourth-grade class get a 15-minute cursive lesson.“Loop high, pull down, swing over, anchor off,” Fields instructs his students at Dickson Elementary as they draw the cursive letter “H” on their lined and dotted paper. “Do that three times, and then you can practice on your own.”

Fields realizes how important it is for his students to learn cursive, but, like other teachers, he has a hard time fitting it in to the busy school day. Many teachers are getting creative when it comes to teaching the handwriting style.

It’s an interesting article, and brings up a very good point that many students view writing in cursive as a rite of passage. I definitely agree with that; learning to write in cursive was a huge accomplishment back in third grade.

Yet, I’m still not convinced that teaching cursive really is all that necessary, at least it isn’t if teachers in the upper grades don’t require it. Now, if it was required in the upper grades (and I think a good case could be made for requiring it), then teaching cursive would be absolutely necessary. But since the upper grade teachers actually prefer you to write in manuscript, I just don’t see the purpose behind it. Especially since we need to be teaching math & reading skills to the children. My children are required to learn how to type instead, but only on their own time.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

"The call that comes in darkest sleep,
Awakens with a fright;
For 2 am, the silence breaks
The peaceful calm of night.

When only moments earlier,
I dreamt of visions fair;
Of light and love and happiness;
... Till ringing filled the air.

It beckoned me from deepest sleep,
And drew me from my daze;
I shook my head to clear my mind,
Find focus through this haze.

"How long has this been ringing?"
As I reach to find the light;
I steal a glance toward the clock,
And now my heart takes flight!

'Tis many hours before the dawn,
Yet all should be in bed;
My loved ones faces fill the night;
... My heart is filled with dread.

I struggle for composure as
I reach to grab the phone;
My stomach churns, my heart contracts;
"Is all my family at home?"

I stumble as I grasp the handle,
Stifle silent screams;
"Oh God ... please let this phone call
Be a part of just a dream!"

My heart is racing, mind's a whirl,
Receiver's made of lead;
"Oh, how can this be happening!"
"Who's on the other end?!"

Just seconds pass and yet I find
It's been eternity;
I raise the phone to panicked ear;
"Oh please ... don't be for me!"


Friday, September 28, 2007

Crappy Weekend! PART2

OK, I know it's been a week or so, but I just wasn't ready to write this until now. Previously I told you all about our camping trip gone bad. Now I will get to the real reason I labeled this a crappy weekend.
My Grandmother passed away on Sunday in the early morning. I didn't find out until that evening because my family thought we had gone on our camping trip and figured we weren't home yet. So sad! Come to find out, later, my Mother could have used my help. I wish I would have been there for her. My Grandma was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in June. She was 90 years old! For her 90th Birthday party we all went to Yosemite National Park. Grandma has always been very active with busy schedule. At Yosemite she walked to the bottom of the falls and skipped to the tune of the yellow brick road with my Mom and my Aunt on either side. My Grandmother was an amazing women. She loved the Lord with her whole life, serving Him and loving her church! She will be missed greatly! Here are some pictures from her Birthday party in May.



My Grandmother Virginia Clerx

All The Grandkids!

All The Great Grandchildren!

All The Children!

Monday, September 24, 2007

Lyrics I found today

I like these two songs by Casting Crowns. The first one is East To West and the second is The Altar And The Door. I think this is were I'm at in my life. So here it is:







East To West - Casting Crowns

Here I am Lord and I’m drowning, in Your sea of forgetfulness
The chains of yesterday surround me, I yearn for peace and rest
I don’t want to end up where You found me
And it echoes in my mind
Keeps me awake tonight
I know you’ve cast my sin as far as the East is from the West
And I stand before You now as though I’ve never sinned
But today I feel like I’m just one mistake away
From You leaving me this way

Chorus:
Jesus can you show me just how far the east is from the west
‘Cause I can’t bear to see the man I’ve been
Rising up in me again
In the arms of Your mercy I find rest
‘Cause You know just how far the east is from the west
From one scarred hand to the other

I start the day, the war begins
Endless reminding of my sin
And time and time again
Your truth is drowned out by the storm I’m in
Today I feel like I’m just one mistake away
from You leaving me this way

I know You’ve washed me white
Turn my darkness into life
I need Your peace to get me through
To get me through this night
I can’t live by what I feel
About the truth Your word reveals
I’m not holding on to You
But You’re holding on to me
You’re holding on to me




The Altar And The Door
Artist(Band):Casting Crowns




Careless, I am reckless
I'm a wrong-way-travelin'-slowly-unraveling shell of a man
Burnt out, I'm so numb now
That the fire's just an ember way down in the corner of my cold, cold heart

Lord, this time I'll make it right, here at the altar I lay my life
Your kingdom come but my will was done, my heart is broken as I...

Cry, like so many times before
But my eyes are dry before I leave the floor, oh Lord
I try but this time, Jesus, how can I be sure I will not lose my follow through
Between the altar and the door

Here at the altar, oh my world so black and white
How could I ever falter
What You've shown me to be right

I'm trying so hard to stop trying so hard
Just let You be who You are
Lord, who You are in me
Jesus, I'm trying so hard to stop trying so hard
Just let You be who You are
Lord, who You are in me

Oh Lord, I Cry, like so many times before
But my eyes are dry before I leave the floor, oh Lord
I try but this time, Jesus, how can I be sure I will not lose my follow through
Between the altar and the door

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Pay back!

Let me just say pay back's a bitch!
Okay, so I deserve it. I jacked with my friends myspace and so I got hacked. This is the funny stuff I took off of my myspace and had to post it because he put so much work into it. Okay, that's not true. It's because poop is funny!



:It's times like these that make me want to poop.
I love poop. It's the best. You have got to come over some time and we can talk about poop

I started pooping when I was very young. I've been a pooper ever since. I love it. Poop is the best ever. Message me if you want to talk about poop.

I also really love poop.



I love all kinds of poop. Cat poop, dog poop, monkey poop, fish poop, bird poop, camel poop, emu poop, tiger poop, elephant poop, and even people poop. If it's poop, I like it.



I like songs about poop.

I like shows about poop

I like books you can read while pooping.

Mr Hankey the Christmas Poo. I want to be like that turd one day.



I would like to meet a giant talking piece of poop


Occupation: Pooper

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Crappy Weekend! PART1

My weekend started on Friday. We were supposed to go camping with the cub scouts, but we never made it up to Julian. I packed all day, cooked giant muffins, went shopping for two days prier, had the tent gear stacked by the front door, and when Jonathan got home we stuffed our car with it all. I won't go in to it all, but we ran into some major hick-ups. Now with disappointed children on my hands I had to figure out how to make every one happy. We had to undo everything I did that day. I couldn't hit the rewind button either.

So after Jonathan and I unpacked the car we decided to have a camp out in the backyard. He set up the tent and I made the smores. This was the quiet before the storm. The rest is to be continued.......
Here are a few pictures of the tent making:
PS: Daddy knew Kaitlyn would have to have a pink sleeping bag so he went and bought it all by himself. I'm so proud of him!

FYI smores on a gas stove taste a little funny!

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Kaitlyn's special abilities

My daughter is a dusty blond and it shows. We asked her the other day who says your not blond Kate? (because our neighbor, who is blond her self thinks Kate is not) Kaitlyn responded " my instincts tell me I'm blond!" Our Friend Brian replies to Kate "Your blond instincts?" She goes "Yes, my blond instincts!" And on that note she skipped away happy.

Friday, September 7, 2007

Jeremiah's funny story!

My middle son Jeremiah made a short story that was supposed to be funny, but came out more disturbing than anything. I must say I found it to be very comical and could not stop laughing. I am sorry to say I have a warped sense of humor. His story goes like this:

Silly Cowboy!
One day Silly Cowboy went outside to fight an alien. He went to draw his gun and spun it around under his chin. BANG! THE END OF SILLY COWBOY!


Poor Silly Cowboy never had a chance! He was too stupid to live any longer. Jeremiah's silly story turned into a good story about not being dumb!