* I Could Use a Little Hope Here!

"I could use a little /hope/ here!"

Click on the frog and get yourself a little "hope."

Sent to me via email from my Dad on a day when my heart spot seemed to be taken away, as my grand boys were denied a place in our school. I felt I was dealt with unfairly... but who knows... there is hope!

Thanks Dad

* Bryner: People

This message was sent to all our teaching staff by the one of the best Principal's in the world. He sent it out when several of our teachers were complaining of "inside recess" due to it being so very cold this winter.

People

People oriented schools are easy to identify. They are the ones whose doors are unlocked early on frigid days so that students do not have to stay out in the cold. They are the ones where faculties call students by name, where courtesy and civility are the rule, where there is a general atmosphere of warmth and respect.

Places, policies, and programs are all important aspects of Invitational Education, but people come first. If places, policies, or programs directly or indirectly inconvenience people or inhibit their development, they should be altered wherever possible. People develop best in an inviting environment.

* None of the Sissy Crap

From Jennie!
Love, love, LOVE this!

None of that Sissy Crap

Are you tired of those sissy 'friendship' poems?
Well, here is a series of promises
that actually speak of true friendship.
You will see no cutesy little smiley faces on this card
-Just the stone cold truth of our great friendship.

1. When you are sad --I will jump on the person who made you sad like a spider monkey jacked up on Mountain Dew!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2. When you are blue -- I will try
to dislodge whatever is choking you.

3. When you smile -- I will know you are plotting something that I must be involved in.

4. When you're scared -- we will high tail it out of here.

5. When you are worried -- I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be until you quit whining, ya big baby!!!!

6. When you are confused -- I will use little words.

7. When you are sick -- Stay away from me until you are well again. I don't want whatever you have.

8. When you fall -- I'll pick you up and dust you off--
After I laugh my butt off!!

9. This is my oath...I pledge it to the end.
'Why?' you may ask -- because you are my FRIEND!

Friendship is like peeing your pants,
everyone can see it, but only you can
feel the true warmth.

* Scatter Your Life

This story was sent to me by Jennie. I hope I scatter my life!

I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas. I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me. 'Hello Barry, how are you today?' 'H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure look good.' 'They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?' 'Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time.' 'Good. Anything I can help you with?' 'No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas.' 'Would you like to take some home?' asked Mr. Miller. 'No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.' 'Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?' 'All I got's my prize marble here.' 'Is that right? Let me see it' said Miller.'Here 'tis. She's a dandy.' 'I can see that. Hmm mmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?' the store owner asked. 'Not zackley but almost.' 'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble'. Mr. Miller told the boy. 'Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.' Mrs.. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, 'There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances.. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.' I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles. Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died.. They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could. Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes. Our turn came to meet Mrs.. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket. 'Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size....they came to pay their debt.' 'We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,' she confided, 'but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho .' With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.

The Moral : We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath.

IT'S NOT WHAT YOU GATHER, BUT WHAT YOU SCATTER THAT TELLS WHAT KIND OF LIFE YOU HAVE LIVED!

* Oh Crap She's Up

Be the kind of woman that when your feet hit the floor each morning the devil says"Oh Crap, She's up!"

* It's A Guy Thing

'It's a guy thing, Regardless of Species.'

* Two Wolves

Two Wolves
One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside all people. He said, 'My son, the battle is between two 'wolves' inside us all.

One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.

The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith..'

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: 'Which wolf wins?'The old Cherokee simply replied, 'The one you feed.'

* In God We Trust

I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO THE FLAG,

OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA ,

AND TO THE REPUBLIC FOR WHICH IT STANDS,

ONE NATION UNDER GOD, INDIVISIBLE,

WITH LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL!

* Oops: Ladder Accident

* Why Senior's Break their Hips

* Will You Dance With Me?

Sent to me by my friend Emily! Thanks Em.

Will You Dance With Me?

I know I posted this picture before... but I just simply adore it!

READ THIS VERY SLOWLY.... IT'S PRETTY PROFOUND.

Too many people put off something that brings them joy just because they haven't thought about it, don't have it on their schedule, didn't know it was coming or are too rigid to depart from their routine. I got to thinking one day about all those women on the Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night in an effort to cut back. From then on, I've tried to be a little more flexible.

How many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn't suggest going out to dinner until after something had been thawed? Does the word 'refrigeration' mean nothing to you?

How often have your kids dropped in to talk and sat in silence while you watched 'Jeopardy' on television?

When anyone calls my 'seize the moment' friend, she is open to adventure and available for trips. She keeps an open mind on new ideas. Her enthusiasm for life is contagious. You talk with her for five minutes, and you're ready to trade your bad feet for a pair of Roller blades and skip an elevator for a bungee cord.

My lips have not touched ice cream in 10 years. I love ice cream. It's just that I might as well apply it directly to my stomach with a spatula and eliminate the digestive process. The other day, I stopped the car and bought a triple-Decker. If my car had hit an iceberg on the way home, I would have died happy.

Now...go on and have a nice day. Do something you WANT to......not something on your SHOULD DO list.

Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry go round or listened to the rain lapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

Do you run through each day on the fly?

When you ask ' How are you?' Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done, do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through your head?

Ever told your child, 'We'll do it tomorrow.' And in your haste, not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch? Let a good friendship die?

Just call to say 'Hi?

When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift....Thrown away..... Life is not a race

Take it slower.

Hear the music before the song is over. 'Life may not be the party we hoped for... but while we are here we might as well dance!

* As I Grow

A thought given to me by my teacher friend.

As I Grow...
Please...
Understand that I am growing up and changing very fast. It must be difficult to keep pace with me, but please try.
Listen to me and give me brief, clear answers to my questions.
Then I will keep sharing my thoughts and feelings.
Reward me for telling the truth.
Then I am not frightened into lying.
Tell me when you make mistakes and what you learned from the.
Then I can accept that I am OK even when I blunder.
Pay attention to me, and spend time with me.
Then I can believe that I am important and worthwhile.
Do the things you want me to do.
Then I have a good, positive model.
Trust and respect me. Even though I am smaller than you, I have feelings and needs just like you.
Compliment and appreciate me. Then I'll feel good, and I'll want to continue to please you.
Help me explore my unique interest, talents and potential.
In order for me to be happy, I need to be me and not just someone you want me to be.
Be an individual and create your own happiness. Then you can teach me the smae, and I can live a happy, successful and fulfilling life.
Thank you for hearing me, I love you!

* A Good Family

I got the thought below from a teacher friend. I would like to give it to every parent at the hospital before they take their newborn child home!

A good family loves you in spite of your faults...
In a good family you can say what you really feel...
A good family sticks up for your.
A good family takes care of your physical needs--- food, shelter, medical care.
In a good family you have some privacy.
In a good family you can be your best, and worst self.
A good family teaches you right from wrong.
A good family teaches you what is important in life.
In a good family people will listen to you and respect your honest questions.
In a good family you have some definite responsibilities...

In an inadequate family:
People expect you to be polite and clean all the time...
Everybody knows you too well...
People are always fighting with you or yelling at you.
There are too many rules and regulations.
There is not enough freedome.
People expect you to be perfect.
You can't ever win an argument...

* Be Deaf

Click on the Frog for a very cute

story about getting to the top

by keeping positive thoughts

in your tiny head!

From my visiting teacher: Tish

Thanks Tish!

* Children Learn What They Live

Children Learn What They Live

by Dorothy Law Nolte

Adapted by Anita Baker

If children live with criticism,

They learn to condemn.

If children live with hostility,

They learn to fight.

If children live with ridicule,

They learn to be shy.

If children live with shame,

They learn to feel guilty.

If children live with tolerance,

They learn patience.

If children live with encouragement,

They learn confidence.

If children live with praise,

They learn to appreciate.

If children live with fairness,

They learn justice.

If children live with security,

They learn to have fait.

If children live with approval,

They learn to like themselves.

If children live with acceptance and friendship,

We learn to find love in the world.

Childhood in an Email

Timmy and Lassy.



























Studebaker Vehicle... I don't remember this exact car, but my grandfather had an orange studebaker truck. It was a piece of work. He loved that truck! Love you Gramps.

Silver Christmas Tree with rotating color wheel. I remember my grandmother had this tree... this very same tree. She was so excited when she set it up. Each year the panels in the color wheel were replaced with a different color scheme. The one I remember most vividly was the pink and purple. Love you Grams!

Skate key... I think I still have my old skates. Not sure where the key went... I remember using any kind of tool I could find when the key was lost.

My Uncle use to run a movie theater in town. This was the kind of projector he used. Miss you Uncle.

This tray made the BEST tasting and COLDEST ice cubes ever! I miss ice like that!

This was a family sport ... we'd all gather around and watch the top expand like it was magic. Usually didn't taste all that great because we'd always get so excited watching it we didn't notice the smell until it was burnt.

OH yeah! That paper was perfect for making these gum paper chains. I remember my chain wrapped around my ceiling over the bed headboard, up over the curtain rods... and back again. Mine was green!

My mom and her friend collected these green stamps together. Each time they went to the store, they would earn a certain number of stamps depending on the total money they spent. Some foods were on "stamp specials" and you would get more stamps for that item. You collected, licked and put the stamps in a collection book. I remember my mom looking through the green stamp catalog, planning what she would redeem the stamps for. There was a little store called the Green Stamp Store and it had all kinds of household goods you could exchange the stamps for.

This was sent to me by Debbie. I remember all of these! The statement at the bottom of the page said,

"If you can remember these, you have truly lived!"

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* EXTRA: You're Grounded

This was printed inside the box!
It made me laugh!

" Flavor so intense and long-lasting, someone will want to ground you."

* Is this CRAZY?