tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973176016621522932024-03-13T22:30:51.727-07:00A Day in My Lifemegbghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384805458716189314noreply@blogger.comBlogger108125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1197317601662152293.post-54557555531563285312014-03-09T16:18:00.004-07:002014-03-09T16:18:48.788-07:00Getting Back to WritingToday I was able, or rather, I made time to do some writing. March 9 and a New Year's Resolution was still in play. I reread a piece from many years ago, and did some revising. Here is what I have so far.<br />
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We were about one third of the way
through the school year. Sixty days so far with A. Only 120 more to go! No, A
had certainly not been the “easiest” student I had ever had. She was loud and
brash and entered the room every morning with all the grace of a blonde, gawky
hippopotamus. </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Good
morning, Giffin,” she would shout across the room. </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>With
that greeting I knew that today would be a good one. At least, we were off to a
good start. If there were no greeting, no eye contact her PCA and I would brace
ourselves for the inevitable onslaught of “No’s.” A wasn’t proficient in any of
the twenty odd standards for language Arts and Math. But when she was in the
“mood”, she was advanced in “No’s”.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Good
morning A. Would you please give me your book” I would ask ever so gingerly, able
to predict what would come next.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“No.”
A would shake her head slightly and look at me with all the patience of an
exasperated teenager. Ms. S would try, “A grab your bag and it is time to head
upstairs.”</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Once
again, look, head shake, gosh-you’re-so-dumb smile and, “No!”</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>And
so our days would go. Some days were good, some days were dreadful, and most
were in-between. A, Ms. S, and I had settled into a routine – sometimes
comfortable but more often than not, not. It was late December. The air had
grown cold. The leaves had fallen and the trees were now bare. What precious little
time there was of daylight was often gray. The scenery outside belied the chaos
going on inside the school. Students and teachers were eagerly awaiting the
winter vacation. Nerves were stretched to just about the breaking point.
Snippets of conversation floated around the building giving hope to those who
were barely hanging on. </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Only
three more days.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I
am going to sleep until noon.”</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Yeah!
No homework for a whole week!”</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Yes,
we were all a bit frazzled and tense, but we were hanging on. Today was the day
of the winter concert assembly. Grade level by grade level we were called down
to the gym. The students were excited at the change in routine, excited to be
seeing siblings playing an instrument or singing in the chorus, excited to be
out of the classroom. In short, they were EXCITED!! I however was thinking of
the 25 narratives that still needed to be scored, the holiday cards that needed
to be written, the gifts to be wrapped, and a hundred other items to be crossed
off a list. </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>We
filed into the gym and quickly took our places. We sat in front of the older
grades so we could see, and behind the younger grades so they could see. Never
mind that half the children were of extremely different heights and the other
half would sit on their knees. As usual, I sat on a bench and positioned A on
the floor right next to me. </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Yes
A, I see your sister” I whispered as the older students began to file in. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“No
A you can’t go see your sister now.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“A,
please sit on your bottom like the other students.”</div>
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Would this assembly never end? A
was wound as tightly as a clock and we had two and a half more days to go. I
just knew that I would never make it. First came the strings. Screech, scritch,
scratch. Clap, clap. What a lovely rendition of Silent Night. Excuse me? Oh, it
was Frosty the Snowman. So far so good with A but one could never tell. She
tried over and over again to get her sister’s attention, waving frantically. A
few more reminders, “, please sit down, the people behind you cannot see. Watch
your hands, you hit So-and-So.”</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Next
was the orchestra. Could A make it to the end? Could I?</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Finally,
it was time for the chorus. A’s sister was in the chorus so I prepared for more
waving, loud calling of her name, even standing up. A did not disappoint me and
managed to stand up, call her sister’s name, and wave all in one motion.</div>
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enthusiastic applause. The end of the concert had arrived. One more song,
dismissal, and then quiet. The final song was immediately recognizable to all
in the audience. Jingle Bells! A was no longer able to contain herself. But
this time her outburst, instead of being negative, was pure joy. Her eight year
old face lit up with the joy of a toddler seeing Christmas lights for the first
time, or a young child hearing the familiar tinkle of the ice cream truck on
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that A gave me the first of many gifts. I was able to see, through her eyes,
the eyes of a child, joy and hope. Joy and hope at the sight of a loved one,
joy and hope at the familiar, much-loved song, joy and hope at life’s little pleasures.
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<br />megbghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384805458716189314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1197317601662152293.post-80983970521804648042014-01-02T22:29:00.002-08:002014-01-02T22:47:11.620-08:00A Snowy EveningToday's weather perfectly matches my favorite book. When looking at Kelly Hines' 20 day blogging challenge, Day one's assignment is to talk about a favorite book. The back corner of my mind spent the better part of 24 hours considering one book after another. I thought of <u>Little Women</u> - my first favorite book. The quintessential tale of a strong woman, my first experience real or otherwise with someone who shared my name, and the first book I stayed up all night to read (in third grade.) My first favorite series was Trixie Belden and Nancy Drew. I thought of my favorite read alouds <u>On My Honor</u> and <u>House on Hackman's Hill</u>. But nothing seemed to fit. Nothing that is until tonight.<br />
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Then I had it, my favorite book to share and/or teach. Okay, technically it is a poem, but a dear friend had given me the book one year as a special gift. The absolute perfect book is Robert Frost's <u>Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening</u>. Long a favorite of mine Frost captures for me so eloquently the beauty of a snowfall - a big snowfall. The kind of snowfall we are getting tonight.<br />
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So at 11:30 pm, after shoveling twice, I messaged a friend to join me for a walk on a snowy evening. Save for a few shovelers and snowplows, we saw no one else. Yet the Christmas lights still up kept us company. Our boots crunched on the snow unable to tell if we were on sidewalks or grassy lawns. After a few miles, I dropped her off at her house and continued home. My footsteps from when I started out nearly covered up as the last line of Frost's poem whispered in my ears...And miles to go before I sleep.<br />
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<br />megbghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384805458716189314noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1197317601662152293.post-63843906215840040722014-01-01T16:22:00.001-08:002014-01-01T16:23:15.712-08:00Happy New Year - 2014!Another new year has arrived. And with it comes my resolutions. This year is no different. I have the usual - lose weight, get more fit, get more organized, declutter etc. Part of my resolutions (aka goals) are to specifically blog/write more often, track my workouts and nutrition, and return to my photo a day challenge. Of course, I also want to spend more time knitting, reading, and start a new garden. Does anyone know where I can get some more time?<br />
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Part of my blogging/writing goal has been spurred by <a href="http://kellyhines.wordpress.com/2014/01/01/bc1-favorite-book/">Kelly Hines</a>. Kelly is an amazing educator I met through Discovery Education. I sure do miss being part of the DEN. She has started a <i><b>20 day Blogging Challenge</b></i>. So, I plan to use at least some of her challenges in my blog this month.<br />
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My very dear friend <a href="http://survivingstrong.org/">Susan Holden </a>gave me a wonderful gift - a calendar. Now of course I already<br />
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If you like to run, or you hate to run, but you want to get better, consider joining the Bucks County Roadrunners Winter Series. It is a series of Sunday morning runs in Tyler Park at 9:30 in the morning. Yes, it is usually cold ( And sometime wet, snowy, or flooded!!) And yes, it is early on a Sunday morning. But, the camaraderie and fellowship is well worth it. Besides...you can always join us afterwards at <a href="http://www.jakeseatery.com/">Jake's</a> for pancakes!megbghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384805458716189314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1197317601662152293.post-46763944918416294662013-12-08T15:11:00.001-08:002013-12-08T15:11:29.871-08:00It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like ChristmasWith a late Thanksgiving this year - Christmas holiday preparation must be done rapidly. This is NOT something I do well. I like to put the decorations up bit by bit. Also, I am finding that weekends are crammed with festivities and parties. Again, something I prefer to spread out over the course of several weeks.<br />
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Today's challenge was to use a word cloud generator to create a picture using the words to a favorite Christmas song. I usually use Wordle - it is quick and easy. The down side for me, as a 4th grade teacher, is that some of the wordles in the gallery are not school appropriate. So, I do not let my students use it independently. But today, while exploring some new word cloud generators, I discovered ABCya. It is also quick and easy to use, and it seems to be younger student friendly.<br />
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Happy Holidays!!megbghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384805458716189314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1197317601662152293.post-62875392834368107002013-11-02T12:32:00.000-07:002013-11-02T12:32:32.930-07:00Let the Children PlayToday I took a walk with my dog Ahna. We lost her older sister last week, so we have been trying to give her a little more attention. What a glorious fall afternoon it was. It was warm, but not too hot. There was a very gentle breeze. The sun was shining through the autumn leaves and a few clouds in the sky hinted at the dreary days to come. I expected to see much activity. And, we did. Two men were cutting there grass. One an older man pushed the mower back and forth in even strips. the other, a much younger man, rode his mower while listening to something from his ear buds, seemingly oblivious to the world around him. Another man was trimming shrubs and cutting them up for garbage bags, while a fourth man determinedly push a spreader across his lawn, eager for spring to bring bright green grass. We smiled and waved as we passed our neighbors, but something was amiss.<br />
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We rounded the corner and kept going. Here a woman was taking advantage of the beautiful day to paint some furniture in her driveway. This was probably the last really nice weekend of fall we agreed. Further on a man was repairing his driveway. Heading for home we heard the sounds of a table saw intermingle with the lawn mowers and leaf vacuums. A neighbor was cutting wood for a home improvement project on his to do list.<br />
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We did see a lot of people and heard many sounds. However, I didn't hear or see any signs of children. There were no screams, shots, or laughter. No children playing tag or riding bicycles. No children at all.<br />
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Now my little town is a quaint, historic suburb that prides itself on being a great "family" town. We are not an active adult community. I know children live here. I saw them on Halloween, and I see them every morning waiting for the school bus. Drive by a soccer field and they are packed full with children.<br />
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Why were all the driveway basketball hoops silent with no balls, no foul shots, no accusations of fouls made or shots missed? Why did all the swings sit still except for a gentle push by a random breeze? Why were the elaborate backyard play structures empty, dead with no children's imagination to breathe life into them as castles, forts, and rocket ships? Where were all the children?<br />
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Our society grows and thrives based on the imaginations and dreams of its children. Children need free, unstructured time to discover their world, their NATURAL world, outside. They need to be told to go outside and play. Let them wonder at the leaves changing color. Let them skin their knees and realize how cool a scab is. Let them get in fights with each other and learn how to resolve petty arguments.<br />
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Parents, adults, please let our children play. For our future is the future they are imagining now. megbghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384805458716189314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1197317601662152293.post-67083168234772540272013-01-03T18:03:00.001-08:002013-01-03T18:04:55.020-08:00Sleep, Perchance to Dream<div _fallwcm="1" class="bdyItmPrt" id="divBdy">
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Thinking it was strange that I couldn't think of one memory I started asking others to share one of their Christmas memories. A friend shared a memory of getting a puppy. One Christmas her father brought home a crazy little puppy. I asked my two sons and their girlfriends. One son remembered they year they got a pinball machine. The first "big" down-the-basement surprise present. The other son remembered putting the star/angel on top of the tree.<br />
</span><span dir="ltr">I didn't feel any better. Other people remembered Christmas stories. Why didn't I? Well, apparently I do have at least one memory. I woke up this morning thinking of a dream I had last night about getting my first pair of earrings. Only it wasn't a dream; it was a memory.</span> In my sleep, while I dreamed, a memory I swore did not exist came to me.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KA_2TkF-4pY/UOY31gha2VI/AAAAAAAAAlk/2_2Rt18zYOA/s1600/1-3-13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KA_2TkF-4pY/UOY31gha2VI/AAAAAAAAAlk/2_2Rt18zYOA/s200/1-3-13.jpg" width="193" /></a>It was 6th grade. We live in a big old house in Lansdowne. I loved that house and my room. My room had the world's best ever closet. Not only was it a walk-in it also had a light and a bench. It was the perfect place to hide from four younger siblings and a dysfunctional family. I was 12 years old with responsibilities way beyond my years. I wanted to escape, to an aunt living in London, really, to anywhere. That closet was my escape portal in so many ways.</span></span><br />
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For those of you who know me, you know that I have made some major life changes the past two years. Both 2011 and 2012 I did not have any specific "resolutions" other than to do better. Mainly to do better at taking care of myself. I feel that I have met and in some areas exceeded those goals. So it is with trepidation and fear of failure that I consider specific goals for 2013.<br />
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So many people say that goals must be SMART...specific, measurable, attainable,realistic and timely. Specifics help us to focus our efforts and clearly define what we are going to do. I have given this a great deal of thought over the past few days. Do I want to be specific? If I set specific goals and I do not attain them, am I then failing?<br />
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After much thought I came to the realization that being safe never led to great achievements. I tell my students that Man's grasp should exceed his reach - that's what heaven is for and that if they reach for the moon, they will wind up among the stars. It is time to start listening to my teacher encouragement and go for it!<br />
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<li>Complete a triathlon with an ocean swim </li>
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I shared these goals with a wonderfully realistic and encouraging friend who suggested I add a marathon to my goals. In the spirit of pushing myself, why not?!<br />
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Mind and spirit resolutions are so much harder for me to think of. I decided to tackle mind first. I keep my mind challenged, but I have gotten lax about learning new things. I have been hyperfocused on the physical and need to remember my mind. I want to, no strike that, in 2013 I will:<br />
<ul>
<li>write a little every day, here on my blog, or in my journal</li>
<li>read more literature, both old and new</li>
<li>find a way to discuss scholarly topics- reading, writing, history</li>
</ul>
Finally I was left with spirit. Not being a religious person, I not surprisingly found this difficult. I decided that spiritual can also mean taking care of my spirit as well as others' spirits. I want to bring more joy into my life and the lives of others. To that end, I really had to think about what gives me joy. I love hearing from friends near and far, hearing a child laugh, being outside, being with my family. So, in 2013 I will:<br />
<ul><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NGx9gcQbWos/UOOL9m2DmuI/AAAAAAAAAkk/5vVY-qwWy5k/s1600/Dan+&+Patton+12-09.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NGx9gcQbWos/UOOL9m2DmuI/AAAAAAAAAkk/5vVY-qwWy5k/s1600/Dan+&+Patton+12-09.JPG" height="150" width="200" /></a>
<li>purposefully find ways to contact friends and spend time with them</li>
<li>listen to children and hear them</li>
<li>spend time outside every day</li>
</ul>
Truly, this blog is a selfish endeavor. Some of you may have stopped reading a while ago, some may still be reading. I know that I write for myself. However, if my writing or activities inspire you to care for your mind, body, or spirit, so much the better. If you care to encourage me on my journey this year, please know how much I appreciate each and every one your words. If I can help you on your journey, please do not ever hesitate to ask. For although we all must conclude this earthly journey on our own, we travel together until then. <br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O4_wIdFx5V8/UOOJmimrFAI/AAAAAAAAAkE/sywRbzBoPX4/s1600/1-1-13.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O4_wIdFx5V8/UOOJmimrFAI/AAAAAAAAAkE/sywRbzBoPX4/s1600/1-1-13.jpg" height="150" width="200" /></a> This is a picture of gorgeous butternut squash right before being
roasted for soup. I chose this picture today to illustrate my goals for
2013 - doing new things, taking chances, appreciating this world. I had never chopped and roasted butternut squash. With a little help from Youtube, a semisharp knife, and a why not attitude I made some pretty good soup. Who wants some?<br />
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megbghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384805458716189314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1197317601662152293.post-21435552296412381882011-01-17T14:06:00.001-08:002011-01-17T14:21:59.775-08:001-17 Bird Watching<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TTS9dG2L2cI/AAAAAAAAAdI/QuOiYSgk1N8/s1600/1-17%2BAddie%2Bbirdwatching%2B2.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TTS9dG2L2cI/AAAAAAAAAdI/QuOiYSgk1N8/s320/1-17%2BAddie%2Bbirdwatching%2B2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563279747461142978" border="0" /></a><br />On of my favorite spots for photographing the birds is our upstairs bathroom window. The window opens easily and in winter there is no screen to distort the image. Additionally, the window slides open smoothly and more importantly, silently. Usually the birds pay it no attention.<br /><br />So, this morning I was sitting downstairs enjoying my morning breakfast when I spied a beautiful cardinal at the feeder. I quickly went upstairs to see if I could grab a good shot. The bird flew away before I, and my shadow Addie, made it up to the window.<br /><br />Apparently Addie wanted to see the birds too as she then climbed up to look out the window. I love this shot where she is turning her head as if to say, " What? I'm busy."<br />She is such a funny joy!megbghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384805458716189314noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1197317601662152293.post-82345612043085873282011-01-17T14:05:00.001-08:002011-01-17T14:15:04.650-08:001-16 Stopping by the Woods...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TTS9QsFCIyI/AAAAAAAAAdA/UR2raYe98Y8/s1600/1-16%2Bbackyard%2Bbench.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TTS9QsFCIyI/AAAAAAAAAdA/UR2raYe98Y8/s320/1-16%2Bbackyard%2Bbench.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563279534117233442" border="0" /></a><br />One of my all time favorite poems is <span style="font-style: italic;">Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening</span> by Robert Frost. I don't know when I first heard this poem or even why I like it so much. There is something so peaceful and majestic about it. Our backyard has this bench in our little "woods." I like to think of sitting there and watching the world go by.megbghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384805458716189314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1197317601662152293.post-54665556318986035712011-01-17T14:03:00.000-08:002011-01-17T14:12:28.526-08:001-15 Time for the Cardinals<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TTS80HhhZ7I/AAAAAAAAAc4/Xt4VTbzl12Y/s1600/1-15%2BCardinal%2Bat%2Bfeeder%2B2.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TTS80HhhZ7I/AAAAAAAAAc4/Xt4VTbzl12Y/s320/1-15%2BCardinal%2Bat%2Bfeeder%2B2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563279043268274098" border="0" /></a><br />I have had this metal anti-squirrel feeder for over 10 years. It is rusting in some places - mainly where BBs hit. We do our best to keep it full year round so as to not attract birds and then leave them hungry. All year long I am fortunate to see all types of birds. My favorite remains the cardinal in winter. There is just something so bright and cheery about the crimson plumage against a dreary winter sky.megbghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384805458716189314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1197317601662152293.post-6573464234827556142011-01-16T14:24:00.001-08:002011-01-17T14:17:55.721-08:00Ancient Life Forms<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TTNwHcuakjI/AAAAAAAAAcw/iaeldwy61eM/s1600/1-14.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TTNwHcuakjI/AAAAAAAAAcw/iaeldwy61eM/s320/1-14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562913238004961842" border="0" /></a>Can you tell what this is? I was struggling with coming up with a photo subject as I feel that I have so many of snow and snowy scenes - dogs,birds, etc. Finally, in desperation as I sat in my car behind the ice covered windshield, I saw this. Cluster of ice stuck to the glass in spite of the blasting defrosters. Eventually, the ice melted and gave way to water - the origin of all life.megbghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384805458716189314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1197317601662152293.post-79429630993605629612011-01-16T14:22:00.000-08:002011-01-17T14:09:26.735-08:00Sunrise 1- 13-11<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TTNv2lJMP3I/AAAAAAAAAco/26x2lRYXDP8/s1600/1-13%2Bsunset.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TTNv2lJMP3I/AAAAAAAAAco/26x2lRYXDP8/s320/1-13%2Bsunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562912948206976882" border="0" /></a><br />Leaving the house just as the sun came up allowed me to witness this beautiful sight. The sky was a lovely watercolor of blues, pinks, oranges and purple. With the white snow on the ground and the houses enshadowed it made a lovely scene. Photography helps to capture the moment, but it is never the same.megbghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384805458716189314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1197317601662152293.post-17459280522911535222011-01-12T12:47:00.001-08:002011-01-12T12:53:13.738-08:00Snow Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TS4TazcOl8I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/iKRoWr9ICzs/s1600/1-12.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TS4TazcOl8I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/iKRoWr9ICzs/s320/1-12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561403941055272898" border="0" /></a>Today was our third snow storm of the year. 6 - 8 inches of snow used to be consider a storm. However, after last year's record snowfall and major storms of 12 - 14 inches plus, 6 - 8 inches now seems like a dusting.<br /> Today's dusting came last evening and didn't end until the wee hours of the morning. This lead to school closings and delays for may in our area.<br /> After shoveling the front walks, (DH had wonderfully done the driveway and cars before work!) I took a walk over to the local sledding hill with the dogs. I let them play while I took some pictures of the sledders.<br /> I really like this picture of Addie and Ahna having so much fun in the snow. They love the snow and enjoy wrestling each other. To the unknown observer their growls and snarls sound like a fight to the death. But I know that one yip of pain and the games stop on a dime.<br /> I now have two exhausted dogs passed out dreaming of their snow day.megbghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384805458716189314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1197317601662152293.post-72614163958999142132011-01-12T12:44:00.000-08:002011-01-12T12:46:41.435-08:00Deer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TS4Swwqa_GI/AAAAAAAAAcI/4PwduQgyARM/s1600/1-10.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TS4Swwqa_GI/AAAAAAAAAcI/4PwduQgyARM/s320/1-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561403218754993250" border="0" /></a><br />We have plenty of deer in our area of town. I thought these white wooden reindeer looked so pretty with their red tartan bows, the snow and the back-drop of the gaily lit bushes. It looks like a Christmas card.megbghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384805458716189314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1197317601662152293.post-45985132763040090642011-01-12T12:38:00.000-08:002011-01-12T12:44:14.777-08:00Our Little Town<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TS4RT4hBfKI/AAAAAAAAAcA/4emHPQdpSM4/s1600/1-9.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TS4RT4hBfKI/AAAAAAAAAcA/4emHPQdpSM4/s320/1-9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561401623135222946" border="0" /></a><br />Growing up I lived in nine different houses in two states and many different towns. I never had a sense of "my town." When people asked where I was from I always used to say Philadelphia area.<br /> When we had our children and were looking for a house sidewalks to a town were one of my major "wants." I am so glad we were able to find just the right house. We live on a cul-de-sac which was wonderful for our children. Additionally we, and they, have been able to walk or ride our bikes to the baseball fields, drugstore, hardware store, etc. It gave our sons an early opportunity for independence which is so often missing in our sprawling suburbia.<br />After the most recent snow, DH and I took a walk into town with our two dogs. It was quiet and peaceful in the "just-snowed" kind of way. I was attracted to this lovely house on the main street. Decorated for the holidays I thought it looked so warm and welcoming.megbghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384805458716189314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1197317601662152293.post-62148490595586676452011-01-12T12:28:00.000-08:002011-01-12T12:37:58.857-08:00Dan and "The Girls"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TS4PE7IYW1I/AAAAAAAAAb4/4eYEE9KgszA/s1600/1-8.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TS4PE7IYW1I/AAAAAAAAAb4/4eYEE9KgszA/s320/1-8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561399167115877202" border="0" /></a><br />As someone who grew up with dogs most, if not all, of my childhood and adolescence, I never gave dogs much of a second thought. I love dogs and think they are the ultimate human companion. I am limited in which breeds I can own because of my allergies, but I truly love all dogs.<br />I also love that my husband who did not grow up with dogs is such a loving dog owner.<br /> Our first dog, Bo, a "fat" Yorkie was our first "baby." We had a lot of fun with Bo, but unfortunately not for a long time. Bo got out on the day we moved into our first house and ran. Yes, he was a runner. He ran a mile or two to River Road where unfortunately my husband saw him get hit by a van. With a broken back, there was only one, sad outcome.<br /> Our next dog was a brief blip on our life. Picked up for the "wrong side of town" this dog, Pepper was not destined to stay long. After he snapped at our then toddling son, it was "So long, Pepper."<br /> Dog number three was a winner - and for 17 long years. Possibly a poodle, possibly a mix, Barkley was purchased from a pet store when our older son was two. Barkley was an awesome dog who lived a long and I believe happy life.<br />Today, we are the people of our two "girls." With just sons, Addie and Ahna our our girls. Dan adores them and takes better care of them than you can imagine. I am sure there will be many posts this year of "the girls."megbghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384805458716189314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1197317601662152293.post-3637637697255030422011-01-08T10:21:00.000-08:002011-01-08T16:16:22.197-08:00Sign of the Times<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TSj9iNTPqMI/AAAAAAAAAbw/f0l-t315YPk/s1600/1-6%2Bhealthy%2Bfood.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TSj9iNTPqMI/AAAAAAAAAbw/f0l-t315YPk/s320/1-6%2Bhealthy%2Bfood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559972504116635842" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TSirVxyQkmI/AAAAAAAAAbg/enHkPkdKWSY/s1600/1-6%2Bhealthy%2Bfood.jpg"><br /></a>Today's picture is a sign of my times. Trying to eat in a more healthy fashion I went shopping tonight. Fruits and vegetables made up the bulk of my purchase. I rashly picked up the Green Giant "Just For One" single servings of broccoli with cheese sauce. Now, those who know me well, know that I am not a fan of vegetables. I try, honest, but I just don't like them. I can eat the starchy ones like potatoes (white and sweet), corn, and carrots. I have learned to be okay with lettuce greens, spinach greens, and celery. I would really like to branch out into other vegetables. First one to try - broccoli.megbghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384805458716189314noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1197317601662152293.post-15276500812051437332011-01-08T10:20:00.000-08:002011-01-08T16:12:07.627-08:00Thursday 1-6<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TSj8cV_B4sI/AAAAAAAAAbo/574P5y0He9I/s1600/1-7%2B-%2Bpomegrante.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TSj8cV_B4sI/AAAAAAAAAbo/574P5y0He9I/s320/1-7%2B-%2Bpomegrante.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559971303856923330" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Today's assignment was to go high contrast. I am not sure I accomplished that, but I did really think the inside of a pomegranate looked cool. I have never eaten one before. I have had the juice and enjoyed it, but I never knew how or what to do with a fresh one. This past week one of my students was eating one for snack. She explained how to prepare one. (It is really easy, just quarter.)<br /><br />So, I went to the grocery store and bought two. Easy to prepare, easy to eat, and yummy. Now I just need to figure out how to eat it without getting the juice all over me. And I hope it doesn't stain.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TSirH3S0PjI/AAAAAAAAAbY/-RPPj73QlOo/s1600/1-7%2B-%2Bpomegrante.jpg"><br /></a>megbghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384805458716189314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1197317601662152293.post-41957816522766938472011-01-05T18:59:00.001-08:002011-01-08T10:20:45.376-08:00Wednesday January 5<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TSUwHv8Tt9I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/9EVl6n6wj3s/s1600/1-5.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TSUwHv8Tt9I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/9EVl6n6wj3s/s320/1-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558902224745379794" border="0" /></a>Today's assignment was to take a photograph of something ordinary and mundane. I played around with a penny at first because I thought that it was something so very ordinary. However, I didn't really like the way it looked in the photograph. After trying other coins and different backgrounds I chose the quarter where the United States of America is clearly visible with a reflection on the lower half. The background of black wool really set off the quarter.megbghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384805458716189314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1197317601662152293.post-22159493808519789362011-01-05T18:58:00.001-08:002011-01-06T06:47:55.333-08:00Tuesday January 4<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TSUv9pw2rcI/AAAAAAAAAbI/sS2x6PSrEM4/s1600/1-4.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558902051288034754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TSUv9pw2rcI/AAAAAAAAAbI/sS2x6PSrEM4/s320/1-4.jpg" /></a><br />Today's assignment was to take a photograph with a diagonal line leading the viewer's eye through the photograph. All day I searched for diagonal lines. I took a few photos but nothing that I really liked. In desperation I had a photo that I was going to use, even though I didn't really like it.<br /><br />However, the following day, I was standing in my classroom when I noticed the flag. I liked the way the angle leads to the light, the windows and the timeline. It seems like a pointer for what we are studying in fourth grade.<br /><br />Where does the flag lead you? Is it a pointer for you? Thoughts?megbghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384805458716189314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1197317601662152293.post-20018100485088258912011-01-03T18:28:00.000-08:002011-01-03T18:34:15.735-08:00Day 3 - A Symbol or an Icon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TSKHDENXHNI/AAAAAAAAAbA/EtOkzm-vRGM/s1600/1-3%2Bpencil.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TSKHDENXHNI/AAAAAAAAAbA/EtOkzm-vRGM/s320/1-3%2Bpencil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558153376867753170" border="0" /></a><br />I have to admit it took me a while to find something I wanted to photograph. I thought of various logos and words but nothing seemed to fit. Then finally, my eyes landed on the iconic #2 pencil. How many tests and scantron sheets have we all filled out using the #2 pencil? What is it about the #2 pencil that makes it the champion of all assessments? Is it really better than the #1.5 or #2.5? And seriously, do they even make different numbered pencils? When these grading machines were made, why was #2 the lead (actually graphite) chosen?<br /><br />As a teacher who has to proctor those oh-so-important-but-not-really state assessments, I can attest to the fact that not all pencils are #2, Furthermore most of the decorated, cutesy pencils have no numbers on them at all. I now wonder if this is some sort of conspiracy to alter the test results.<br /><br />Teachers and students of the world - grab your #2s and let's go!megbghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384805458716189314noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1197317601662152293.post-47095696533175697632011-01-02T16:20:00.000-08:002011-01-02T16:24:57.842-08:00Day 2 - An Interesting Texture<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TSEXOiji1eI/AAAAAAAAAa4/vvS549ilPSA/s1600/1-2%2Bplanter.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TSEXOiji1eI/AAAAAAAAAa4/vvS549ilPSA/s320/1-2%2Bplanter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557748953713399266" border="0" /></a><br />Today's assignment was to photograph something that has an interesting texture. I took some cool shots of paper towels, my dog's hair and other things. It was such a grey day though that everything seemed blah. Finally, I noticed my aloe vera plant 's pot on my kitchen window sill. It has a nice crackled finish with a green that hints of sunny days to come. Just what I needed today - a grey, rainy, last-day-of-vacation day.megbghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384805458716189314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1197317601662152293.post-69231408666775989632011-01-02T11:10:00.000-08:002011-01-02T11:17:35.646-08:00January 2011 a New Year<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TSDPM4_lOOI/AAAAAAAAAaw/8m95WJHRVYk/s1600/1-1%2BBeginnings.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TSDPM4_lOOI/AAAAAAAAAaw/8m95WJHRVYk/s320/1-1%2BBeginnings.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557669760539637986" border="0" /></a><br />And so a new year begins. My online social networking sites are rife with people talking about the 365 challenge. Take a photo a day for a year. Some people just take a photo and upload. Others, like me, take a photo and write a blog post. I started 2010 with the challenge and didn't quite make it half way. Various things intervened - nothing huge - and the challenge went by the wayside.<br /><br />And so, here I am again. A new year, a new challenge. I plan on using <a href="http://dailyshoot.com/">The Daily Shoot</a> for ideas on themes. However, if I see something that catches my eye or captures my thoughts, I may veer off on my own.<br /><br />Here's to a great 2011 for everyone and a new beginning. Whatever is past is past, the future begins today.megbghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384805458716189314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1197317601662152293.post-66600222700117853342010-05-31T16:57:00.001-07:002010-05-31T17:23:52.356-07:00May 26 Nature's Fury<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TARM-yyzI0I/AAAAAAAAAXs/iGfg28yBl-Y/s1600/May+27+a.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c0H8yMbqZ4E/TARM-yyzI0I/AAAAAAAAAXs/iGfg28yBl-Y/s320/May+27+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477587688459805506" border="0" /></a>Thursday afternoon was sunny and pleasant - beautiful for a spring day. The temperature was just right and there were few clouds in the sky. The weathermen insisted though that a storm was coming.<br /><br />After arriving home, I sat out on the front porch with a tall glass of chilled ice tea and the daily newspaper. I felt like I could have been in Mayberry RFD.<br /><br />Suddenly, the winds picked up and the temperature dropped. Too chilly to sit outside, I went inside to finish the paper. Within the hour, the skys had transformed from Mayberry to the Twilight Zone. Clouds upon clouds rolled in in a variety of shades of grey. The winds blew and the leaves turned (always a sign of rain in my family's folklore.) Before long, we had rain to accompany the clouds and wind.megbghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384805458716189314noreply@blogger.com1