...Looking Back~

I've passed 100 posts...I've noticed some people have a celebration to honor this achievement, but I hardly recognized it. However, while contemplating the how's, why's and what's of the former entries, I read through previous posts. Below is my first writing and I expect you will hold me accountable for my comittment to both my blog and to you as my readers.

Welcome...

ahhh, you found me~

...allow me to briefly introduce myself and my purpose if you don't already know me, which my guess is you probably don't, although you may think you might. I recently attended NCCAT which stands for North Carolina Center for Advancement of Teachers. The seminar was titled, Writing Powerful Stories. Amongst the 20 or so people who had attended we were asked what our goals were for the seminar and why we were there. Well, besides the obvious reason that it was at the beach, my favorite one actually Ocracoke Island with sand, sun and surf, I decided I needed to come out of the closet. No, not the closet you're thinking. You see, I have always considered myself a 'closet' writer. Throughout my life, I wrote poems, lyrics, stories but hardly ever shared or some, I never even wrote down for fear of being 'found out'.

But within the first hours of the seminar after being instructed to write, the following came to my mind and heart...Today I will begin to let my voice be heard…it is my voice, unlike no other, with all its imperfections, and blaring scars, it is mine to behold, so very loud and proud. The shame is absent or at least muffled, the words, though slight and minute will bellow…Today I will begin to let my voice be heard! So therefore, on May 2, 2010 I decided that whatever it was I had to say was important to someone and even if it wasn't, it was meaningful to me and isn't that cause enough?

So today after much thought and debate, this is my spot. A spot where I will be honest and awaken those threads that not many of us voice. The unvoiced feelings of growing older, of the place a family holds in every cell of my being, of experiences and for me, because I am an educator, so of being a teacher. I am a wife, a mother, a teacher, a friend and the more we travel in our journey together, I hope to be a beacon.

good bye bis zum nächsten Mal

Tracy

Hurricane's Life as a Dog...

Hi guys, it's me Hurricane!

Yep, I'm back because I had to share this news with you. I got my manuscript back from the publisher. I need to do some re-writes this weekend and one thing I have to change is the title.

He; whoever 'he' is, informed me there was another book or movie with that title, but what he doesn't know is it won't be as magnificent as mine! But hey, if he says 'change it' I guess I will. 

The title of my book will now be: Hurricane's Life as a Dog. Do you think it makes me sound more mature and sophisticated? You know, I am 2 and 1/3 years old now! Perhaps I have grown up a tad since the last time you heard from me.

Speaking of which, since the last time I shared, you will never believe what the cat drug in...are you ready for this?

...a cat!!!   
Hah, I got you! Yes, a finicky four-legged feline was invaded MY domain! Such disrespect!- and to think of ALL I have done for my family and this, THIS is my reward!

I still haven't gotten over the hurt feelings about this. I fear I may have to go to doggie-therapy of some sort; perhaps a support group?  If you hear of one, please let me know.

Anyway, I got off on a slight tangent there, but back to 'Mr. Vern' who sent me this critique; cri-TIQUE! that's a pretty cool word, isn't it? Ha, sounds like what I need to say to scare the bag of fur when she throws those sharp things of hers in my face; talking about rude!!!

...there I go again getting distracted. Maybe I have DDD-Doggie Distraction Disorder!
well, I'll close this up since I must get busy! But I also did want to mention Mr. Vern's comments about what  a great voice I have and I'm a good story-teller....that made me smile!  He also said I have great language and he loves how I begin my book!

I bet you are wondering how it's going to start, aren't you?

Well, you will just have to wait until my book is published and buy a copy!

Oh, and he also told me I was very photogenic; what does that mean?

Awards...

For me?

Making Smiles on Face Award:

http://kittiehoward.blogspot.com/

Stop by and see Kittie, she is a sweetheart! and what a pretty award! I will display it proudly~

Goodness Gracious! My head will get so big with receiving these awards this past week; I may not fit through the door! What I DO know for certain- it is NOT a symptom of the bloating related to menopause :)

Anyway, the Stylish Blogger Award was presented to me by Tammy at http://tnnature.blogspot.com/
and also by Erin at http://oneyeartowrite.blogspot.com/2011/01/stylish-blogger-award.html
so please go check out their fantastic blogs. Great people that you will enjoy as much as I do!

The first part of the directions is as follows: Thank the individual/s that gave me the award and then proceed to tell 7 things about myself that you wouldn’t normally know through my blog. Oh Geez Louise, this should be fun!

1.) I do not know my left from my right nor can I read a map. So the basic bottom line is do not risk getting into a car with me if I don’t know where I’m going and/or you plan to give me directions.

2.) I attended a school with Kindergarten through 12th grade in one building surrounded by fields.

3.) I do not like to get dirty! I don’t wash dishes without rubber gloves, I don’t touch meat loaf or anything else that is ooey or gooey; the first time my husband saw me make turkey burgers I had plastic baggies on my hands and he STILL married me!

4.) My underclothes have to match what it is I am wearing. I go to great lengths to make sure this happens. So if you ever see me face to face, I know you’ll be wondering what color my underwear happen to be.

5.) I have received only one speeding ticket in my entire life and have managed to charm my way out of perhaps 15 or so times I’ve been stopped!

6.) I have social phobia…I DO NOT like crowds or gatherings which is why I go to the store very early in the morning if I have to and decline all invitations to parties.

7.) I love thunderstorms and the sound of rain.

Now the second part of receiving these awards is to choose 15 blogs that are worthy of this award, but I cannot do that because I don’t follow ANY blog that is NOT worthy of these honors. I am very choosey who I allow in my life so if you are on the uhhh, let’s see, the LEFT, yeah, that’s my left… then consider yourself worthy of these distinguished awards.















Facts of Five.... and Menopause!

If you are a new follower let me give details of Facts of Five. It was a model I used when I taught students with special needs in a self contained classroom. I presented a category such as ‘Five Cartoons’ or ‘Five flavors of Kool-aid’ and the students had to consider an idea that fit the group. It was fun and thought generating yet in the meantime, I was able to get to know what was important to my students.


Okay class, so let’s begin our lesson~ our category today is ‘The Joys of Menopause’ yes, that’s right; joys! So allow me to begin…

1.) I have an opportunity to experience the four seasons in one day! Sometimes, it’s even all in one moment! I put on a sweater, get a hot flash and rip my sweater off and strip down to a t-shirt. I get the chills and put the sweater back on until the next flash strikes. Yep, put on the flip-flops, nope, it’s time for the boots! Jacket on, Jacket off, put it on then take it off…wash, rinse, repeat! You get the picture.

2.) Speaking of hot flashes…I get my daily exercise without really trying. Built in aerobic activity and weight lifting occurs when I’m pulling up my sleeves, pulling up my pant legs, pulling down my socks, taking on the sweater, taking off the sweater, pulling down the pant legs, pulling up my socks, bending to put on the slippers and kicking to take off the slippers, rush to get paper to fan myself, fan myself, open the door to feel the cold air, then close the door to leave it outside, turn up the thermostat, turn down the thermostat…who needs a treadmill?

3.) Night Sweats and sleeplessness…ahhh, now there is justification for a daily shower and changing into a clean pair of jammies frequently! Need I say more? Good reason to stock up on the cozy baggy garments. Besides, who would fault me for waking in the middle of the night to peel the soaked fabric from my wrinkled body? I’ll take advantage and surf the ‘net or catch up on my blogging, but then again, I could always feed my addiction of Face Book!

4.) Seriously, mood swings and irritability~ don’t blame me, blame the hormones for the rage and the sweetness, the irate behavior and about that coffee mug I threw at you? That really wasn’t me, just ‘Meno’ talking; she’s not very nice sometimes.  Ahhh, you look gorgeous today, but stay out of my way!

5.) Last, I have a manufactured excuse for forgetting with the sporadic strike-at-any-time memory loss. Hah, who can blame me if I put the milk in the cabinet and the dirty bowl in the refrigerator, or word recall? What was that word again? Now, what did I come into this room for? I know I was supposed to do something but what was it? I was gonna tell you something but I forgot…what was I telling you? Oh yeah, the joys of menopause!

to C.A.R.A~

Hi,
It's me, Angel-Kitty.  The orphange where I use to live sent NeeNee and Dad a note asking about  how I was doing. Since they've been so busy and hadn't gotten around to it I decided to take matters into my own hands.

Dear CARA,


Mom said you all had written to ask how I was doing, but golly gee, my new family has kept me so busy I have not been able to get a moment on the computer to send off a short note. At last, it’s my turn on the box; Hurray!

So, let me tell you about family. There’s my Mom and Dad. Mom or Nee Nee as we all call her; and don’t ask me why, we just do! But she is a writer and so whenever she sits at the computer to write, well, I acquire the best seat in the house; her lap! Yessiree, I curl up in a slight ball and settle in for my best nap. From time to time Hurricane, my brother will put his snout into my face to get my attention but I just tell him, ‘HEY, don’t bother me now, can’t you see I’m getting my beauty rest?’ Well, one smack with the paw and imagine that, he leaves me alone!

Speaking of my doggie brother; I have to inform you that he gets the finest food in the house. Whenever he’s presented with his breakfast or dinner, I slide immediately in front of his bowl and begin licking the savory juice. That is such a treat! Hah, he can’t chase me away because my two legged people declare, ‘Hurricane! Leave her alone!’ so I nonchalantly glance back and gaze just long enough for him to catch the smirk on my face.

I feel such strong affection for my human brother Nicholas. His room is decorated in a tiger theme; are you familiar with the fact that I am part of the cat family? Oh, how I desire to grow up and roar like the Queen of the jungle. I am, you know, the princess, so it won’t be long now! Anyway, I sleep most every night on Nicholas’ bed and it sure is warm and cozy.

Oh my Dad, he’s funny and calls me ‘Kitty Cat’ or ‘Little Cat’ which I really don’t mind because it’s kind of a pet name just between the two of us. When I was at the shelter my formal name was Angelina Jolie, which turned into Angelina or Angel-Kitty, and now, well thanks to Dad, I have all kinds of name. When I want to be left alone, well, I ignore all of those surnames!

But Dad gets up early and works in the feeding room on his lap top or reads the newspaper and this is our time to play. I like to plop right down on his box and watch that little line move across the screen. I just don’t understand why I can’t grab it? I also like to take hold of the pencil or pen he’s using to complete his crossword puzzle and sometimes I even bat it to the floor and swipe it across the hardwood. That’s fun!

Anyway, I just wanted to fill you in on some recent happenings here. Truly, it’s never a dull moment! I’m doing great and adore my family, although my four legged brother can be such a pain at times!

I do miss you all but gosh, there’s nothing like having my own family! I pray all the kitties and doggies there at C.A.R.A get a home of their own real soon.

Meow,

Angel-Kitty



In Remembrance...

A man ought to examine himself before he eats of the bread and drinks of the cup.

1 Corinthians 11:28

Our local small town newspaper delivers only once a week on Wednesday. It was that day an article appeared about Meg entitled, In Remembrance written by Christine B. Dickson. I read it with melancholy as I held in mind the picture accompanying the writing piece that televised a sweet photo of Meg’s dazzling smile. It was a beautiful heartfelt essay. (read here)

More capturing than the composition was the title of the commentary as it transported me to my Lutheran upbringing. I adore the Lutheran doctrine although I don’t attend church regularly, more so, I don’t attend ‘organized’ worship but feel an immense connection to God and my spirituality. However, the words, ‘In remembrance’ brought to mind communion preparation; but specifically observing the moment we take to examine ourselves before partaking in the bread and wine.

In remembrance…what an encumbered phrase, along with it the daunting task of self-evaluation. Ummm, what are my actions and thoughts that are pleasing to God? Hopefully, my compassion and empathy of others who suffer, or my tendency to give individuals the benefit of the doubt is nice? How about my sense of humor and charm?

Or those procedures that aren’t so gratifying or delightful; I’m certain I have a few or perhaps more. Is it my critical nature or my snap judgment of others and their intentions? Or possibly the part of me that holds grudges and doesn’t forgive so easily? It is probably my intolerance for ignorance!
So let me pose this question; In remembrance…what comes to your mind?

Poetry of Old...

October, 1979

Sometimes I feel like

a piece of paper-

one side written on

then carefully folded

again and again and again

with words safely concealed

on the inside.

But, I'm not so much

like a piece of paper

because I can't be unfolded

as such so that all the

thoughts and feelings inside

are as easily revealed.