my pink life, mi vida rosada

Like I was supposed to....for my dear friend who is about to have a sweet little boy in September (I'm trying to get ahead -- I'm horrible at on-time baby gifts!)....but I took the birdie fabric from the collection of baby-boy-blanket materials. So I started with these two fabrics -- a green paisley chosen on purpose for making a shirt, and the blue birdies that were really intended for the baby blanket. And I had bought this pattern back in February or March, thinking about using elements of it with a different fabric. It took a while to cut out all the pattern pieces, then to lay them out and cut them a second time with the fabric. That was as far as I got on day 1. Day 1 was Sunday night. I was watching the Gamecocks not score and not score and not score until the bottom of the ninth. It was pretty intense. I was glad to have the distraction of cutting the pattern pieces. Day 2, Monday, I started putting the pieces together. And I got as far as wanting to put the zi

And tomorrow morning I fly to NYC to visit roommate. I'm ecxited and overwhelmed. I am trying to figure out the packing situation, so that i don't have to pay the fee for a carry on or checked bag, since the airline i'm flying is sneaky and only allows a personal item free of charge. What do you think? It's ny in the summertime. It should be warm enough for me to get away with wearing either a skirt or shorts, right? And no one will notice if i'm dressed sort of inappropriately for everything, right? I have this bag that looks like a giant purse, that if I pack lightly enough will count as a "personal item" and would let me avoid the $60 charge to check a bag for the trip..... So i'm thinking wear a denim skirt on the plane with a nice t-shirt. Pack another two t-shirts. Pack a black knit dress. Wear nice sandals, pack comfy flip flops. Add underwear, pjs, and toiletries, and I should be good to go, as far as clothing is concerned. Will I be to

Because apparently i've gone crazy... I'm going to new York! Yay! This summer seems to be marking a return to my former nomadic days.... I've been to Maine, the beach, going to NY, the beach, then Scotland this summer.... It reminds me of when in was 15, obviously jot married, and all over the place. Most peole I tell about the Scotland trip can't believe i've been there before, let alone lived there long enough to work at starbucks and be going back to stay with some former roommates. What a memorable summer!

curled up on the couch with a sweet kitty sort of sleeping on me...sort of making it really hard to type. surprised that I noticed this is post number 100 -- I think it has been almost a year since I started this blog. so excited to go back to the beach tomorrow afternoon, and to see my sweet college friend and her baby girl (ok, toddler girl...) for a few days. feeling overwhelmed with all the RISC stuff I've learned in the past three days, and hoping that I will actually look at some of it over the summer and plan well for the beginning of next school year. enjoying a little bit of time at home without sweet hubby. looking forward to yoga tonight with my mama. sad that sweet hubby won't be traveling with me to Scotland this summer, since he failed that class and will be re-taking it this summer. happy that I accidentally invited a friend to travel with us to Scotland this summer, so I won't be traveling alone. thinking I might want an ipad, because I love to play bejewe

My school mailbox. It said, "project fully funded!" And I gasped in surprise. Oh, me of little faith. Have you heard of donor's choose ? It was presented to us at a faculty meeting in the winter. I was pretty skeptical. Even though I was skeptical, I posted a project. And a picture of two of my rascals. And requested some materials. I was thinking small. Smaller is easier, I think, at least to get started. And if it is smaller, and doesn't materialize, that will be ok. But then, today? Today, I checked my school email. Along with follow-up stuff from our trip to Maine, information about RISC training next week, and a few emails about immersion stuff, was an email from donors choose . How awesome is it that random people who have never met me or my students and in some cases are not even remotely related to my school, me, or my students are buying pots for my students to plant seeds in? How awesome is it that random people are sending me bags of dirt to f

I am in Maine for a few more hours, looking at some pretty cool little schools that are doing RISC. I am using an iPad, and starting to like it a little bit, even though the typing is a little jacked up. I am waiting for a friend to go down to breakfast with me. I am dreading the flight home because of a sinus infection. I am dressed and ready to go before seven, even though school is out. I am looking forward to going to the beach tomorrow. I am happy the girls are going with me for a few days. I am missing sweet hubby, but glad he's gotten to go to a few baseball games. I am on my way out the door.

Every day.... I wake up at 5:30. Even if it is just for a minute, I'm awake when that alarm clock should be going off. Until the summer months kick in, at least. Saturday, Sunday, and every day that I should be up....My eyes open and my hand reaches for that little travel clock that has been telling me when to get up for the last 7 years. Every day, I listen to NPR on the way to school. Every day, I wish it were Friday so that I could listen to Story Corp, my favorite NPR special....It only takes about 30 seconds every Friday morning at 6:25, but it is the best part of the radio. It makes me tear up on the interstate at least once every two weeks. More often than not, every week. Every day, I ask God to give me "wisdom" to deal with the crazy kids in my classroom. "Wisdom", not patience, because I don't want to be tested any more than necessary. Every day, I cross of on my calendar the day before. One closer to the goal. One closer to summer, and see

tomorrow is the last day of school with students for this school year. I *might* be throwing a party to celebrate surviving my crazy kids this year on Saturday. After the last teacher work day, and directing a wedding, and packing for a school trip (just teachers and principals -- no students) on Sunday.