Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Shower Photos

Steve and I are lucky to have wonderful people in our lives who have hosted showers for us. I thought I'd share a few of the pictures with you.

Shower #1: in Binghamton, New York over Christmas



Steve is already ready to kill me...This can't bode well.













Shower #2: Thrown by my aunts in Zebulon, NC

Me and my mom



Me with my mom and future mother-in-law



Me and my bride's maid, Heady


Shower #3: Given by my fabulous English peeps










(Anyone notice a theme here? In Binghamton I'm wearing a zebra print cardigan, in Zebulon a zebra print dress, and at the school shower zebra print sunglasses. I promise there are items in my wardrobe that do not have zebra print on them.)

Monday, March 14, 2011

Where I'm From

While I was at NCCAT last year we did an activity in which we described where we were from in poem form. The idea came from a poem by George Ella Lyon. I thought I'd share where I'm from with you.

I am from buttons and the bag
of scraps and scissors that
cut in a jagged line and "you be
still while my stories are on."
I am from rolling pins and flour:
chicken pastry and apple jacks
that I got to make myself.
I am from the brier patch and Cabbage
Patch kids. From pink bows and
pink flowers by the pump house.
I am from falling asleep in the
swing waiting for mama and daddy.

I am from Sunday School, Bible School,
and Grandma's every Sunday. I am
from go play in the yard and
stay out of the field and
the rocks that hurt my feet. I am
from Ollie and Joe and scuppernongs
that might be ripe. I am from
Miss Patsy's and Miss Debbie's and a
gold star on my forehead if I
remember the magic word.

I am from Jem and the Rockers and
hot rollers. I am from a new red book
bag and bus steps that were too
big for my little legs that would
take me places I'd never been, but
would always bring me right back
where I belong.

Monday, January 3, 2011

I love haiku!

While going through some papers I found these haiku. I hope you enjoy them.




Oh learning cottage!
A mobile education.
Knowledge on four wheels.

(My first year teaching at my current school I taught 25 freshmen in a single-wide trailer built in 1972.)




Oh, brown podium,
how much longer will you last?
Is today the day?


Wednesday, November 17, 2010

What fall tastes like...

My friend Nancy makes these wonderful pumpkin chocolate chip cookies and I decided that I'd give it a whirl. The recipe is from a blog called Joy the Baker. I thought I'd give it a try, and share my adventures in baking with you, my faithful and gentle reader. (BTW...I just tasted one from the first batch and they're delish!)

They look yummy already!

(This is only the second time I've ever used my mixer, and I've had it almost a year!)



Mmmm...looking more and more yummy by the minute!



Wow, those are big cookies!

The worst part of baking..

THE BEST PART!

Monday, November 15, 2010

Moving...


The time has finally come. It's time to pack up my tiny apartment and move. My lease is up at the end of December and I'm getting married in April so I can't stay here. For three and a half months I will be living in my childhood bedroom. This should be an interesting experience. I love my family very much, but they are a little different from me. I like to come home most afternoons and just sit in silence for a little while. (I teach in a high school. I hear this cacophony of noise all day long.) It's not so quiet at my parents' house. There's also the fact of living in just one room. Most of my stuff will be taken to Steve's house (where we'll be living after the wedding) now, but it will be quite an adjustment to live in just one room. I can't believe the wedding is only 5 months and one day away, and starting to pack up my stuff makes it seem that much more real and so much closer.
I love my apartment and I'm a little sad about selling some of my stuff or getting rid of some of it, but I just have to. Steve and I have a lot of stuff between us. Since I'm moving out, I thought I'd take this chance to share my little apartment. It's been a good place to live. (BTW, if anyone wants to buy or knows someone who needs a couch and love seat let me know!)





Wednesday, November 3, 2010

An open letter to Maura Kelly



This blog was recently published on the Marie Claire website and this is my response.

Dear Maura,
I am deeply offended by your blog. I find it to be ignorant, discriminatory, and narrow-minded. Being a big girl, I am used to stares, whispers, and jokes. I can even laugh at a genuinely clever fat joke, and occasionally make some myself. What you did in your article is not funny. It is mean spirited and hurtful. You claim that you have suffered from an eating disorder so you should know, better than anyone, that sometimes it is difficult to control your eating habits. Is the answer to lose weight to exercise more and eat less? Of course. But if it were truly just that simple there wouldn't be a single fat person in the world. Who would choose to be pointed at by children, have to wear ugly ill fitting clothes, wonder if the chair will support them (or even if their ass will fit in it?), or have to read hurtful blogs like yours? Am I making excuses for being fat? I am not. I just want you to realize that eating too much and exercising too little aren't the only factors at work here. There's also genetics, chemicals in your brain, coping mechanisms, learned behaviors, and there is even some research that links obesity to OCD. I understand that I'm fat and I take responsibility for that, but eating and exercising aren't my only problems.
Finally, fat people deserve to find love in their lives. I waited a long time to find it and I found it with a man who is also overweight. I love him for who he is, ALL of him and he feels the same way about me. I love the show Mike and Molly. I think it is a sweet show. I am always happy when anyone finds love in this world. There's not nearly enough of it, so why trash it when you see it? (BTW, I understand these are fictional characters. I'm speaking on behalf of all of us in big relationships). Celebrate love, no matter what it looks like, even if it's two fatties.
A.

Thursday, October 21, 2010