Monthly Archives: April 2009

The other day

one of my precious students told me how much she loved her mom. At the end of the conversation she said if she gets to live long enough to be a mom, she wants to be just like HER mom.
And then she walked away.
Thing is, she’s serious about the “getting to live that long” and the “if”.
Kind of puts things in perspective.

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UIL Regionals

When we pulled up to the hotel,we knew we were in trouble. The used pregnancy test in the parking lot was just one of the signs.
The rusty window units, broken vertical blinds circa 1987, plastic white whipping in the wind with How Joh. All pointed to bad news. The elevator without a certification with doors that closed one second after opening meant stairs were our best friend. Thank GOD we were on the second floor. Unfortunately, the night club was on the second floor. Fortunately there was a red painted mural outside the club with You Must Be This Tall to Ride This Ride pointing to 21. That and the fact that if the club was open, our kids were too afraid to crash it. 🙂
Phone books held up my bed. Towels were holey and stained. The mattresses were those camp “prison” beds, the black and white striped ones with no support.
When we checked in the clerk informed us one person per room could eat the “free” breakfast. We told the kids we’d draw straws for who lost that one.
For the first time in school trip history, I wasn’t worried about my kids sneaking out. They were petrified.
We were in San Angelo competing for UIL academic regional competition. Instead of complaining, the kids laughed. And Laughed. And Laughed. It turned into one of those “oh ny Gawd, you’ve got to see this” horror after another. In the end three girls earned the trip to State, including one of mine; Emily took first in features.
We go to State in two weeks. Hopefully we get decent rooms. 🙂

online classes

I’m taking a class called From Good to Sold by Shirley Jump. HIGHLY recommend!
I’ve signed up for a Margie Lawson class next month. I can’t wait! Lots of learning going on in the Lee house.

Editor contact, aliens among us

Heard from the editor who has my contemporary. Fingers crossed. Two more chapters of major revisions on current project. Light revisions after that. Goal: Have project winging its way to the two agents who’ve requested in by NEXT Friday. I want to let it rest a little and then look at it again before I send it on. One agent request is an e-request. One a paper.
AND
I Believe.Apollo-14-astronaut-claims-aliens-HAVE-contact–covered-60-years.html

ok,so not the end…

how did the top searches for people reaching my blog end up spanked and lolitas. Seriously?
I bet it was the identity thief.

Identity theft sucks

the end.
bleh.

Dear Governor

Dear Gov. Perry,
I never really liked you. You’re anti-education and anti-teacher, and you made that perfectly clear when you refused to meet with Texas teacher groups last year. Now you’re threatening to secede from the Union. I’ve always thought you were a pompous ass, and I’ve jokingly called you the anti-christ. Now I’m just going to call you an idiot and pray Kay Baily runs for governor and sends you and your pretty hair packing.

ugh, revision

Every time, doesn’t matter what I’m writing, I start revisions thinking I LOVE my book and half way in end up asking myself what the heck I was thinking?!?!?!?! UGH!

Done!

The yearbooks is done! Whew. I was starting to wonder. I’m taking tomorrow off. My ankle is the size of a football. Too many hours standing once again. I’ve really got to stop this!

Become a fan of God

So the other day on Facebook I saw someone had become a fan of God. I don’t know why that struck me as odd. I didn’t click to join the person in his fandom. And then for two days I wondered if my immediate reluctance to join was a bad thing. I mean I like God, but becoming a “fan” belittles Him in a way. It’s like yeah I like God and Disney and the Dallas Stars and cupcakes. I’m not a fan of God, I’m a follower. I want my actions and words to reflect that. I want my life to be a light. I don’t want to judge or preach. I just want to live and let people see Him through me. I grew up with a different kind of God. An angry God. A God who held us over the fiery pit of hell and threatened to throw us in at any misstep. A God who didn’t understand humanity. (Silly really since He created us!)
Today is one of the holiest days of the year, and as I sit here writing I know, I’m definitely a fan of God, but I want to be more.
Happy Easter!