Saturday, March 12, 2011

Some things I like

1. Clean sheets on my bed.
2. The smell of cinnamon in the morning.
3. Hugs from people who love me.
4. Rain at night.
5. Cello music.
6. Toile-patterned fabrics.
7. Daisies and other white field flowers.
8. Krivan, Vysoke Tatry, Slovensko.
9. Chocolates.
10. Streetlamps.

Thursday, February 03, 2011

Kindness launched

My niece has started blogging as of yesterday. I find that inspiring. Her first blog was about the value of improving as a person. She's right, we can all become better in some tangible way. For example, to follow up on Nikki's theme, why don't people do altruistically kind things for others without thought? Indeed, why not? I believe 2011 will be the Year of Kindnesses. Already, since January 1st, I've had several opportunities to purposefully show kindness in some way to another person. And I have a list ready. 1. A friend posted a challenge on Facebook. The gist is this: In a pay-it-forward mindset, determine that during the year you will send a handmade gift to all who respond to your status posting. I was disappointed that only one person actually took up the offer from me. I was a little giddy anticipating all the fun opportunities to do a little something for another and show them I care. Thankfully, though, Facebook, though a cosmos of its own, is hardly the extent of my world, nor does it represent my full circle of friends and influence. 2. A neighbor, Smokey, knocked on my door a few weeks ago and asked me if I was still interested in an informal community group that would meet for the purpose of praying and completing a charity project as a group. Of course! I've attended two of our weekly gatherings and have met some quite wonderful neighbors who also want to spread kindness in their world. I was not surprised when Smokey challenged us to extend our acts of kindness individually to more neighbors. 3. Sunday evening at our neighborhood group, Smokey asked us to draw a cross, and write our names where the lines meet. Then, at the end of each line from that point, we wrote two neighbors. Two across the street from my house, two to the left and right sides, and two behind my house. If my home is the center of my cross of kindness, then I have a visual cross of kindness to bear for my immediate neighbors. I'm excited about this challenge and have already been thinking of how I can show neighborly love to them. These are three tangible ways I can make sure I am in the habit of sharing kindness to others. I predict that along the way, I will enjoy showering kind acts on others who cross my life. What will I receive from all this? The joy of giving and sharing God's love. That is more than enough in exchange for sharing kindnesses.

Sunday, June 06, 2010

Life is too big...

People are contantly informing the world at large and others on their personal network list of every thing they think or do. With all that info hitting me at google-knots per hour, I've not had time to muse about my own lists. So are lists no longer important to me? I don't think this is the case. I hope not.

I'm working on a new note. About current lists in my life. I don't want it to be a tasks-to-do list. Who wants to read that? Unfortunately, typing my newest lists is not at the top of my to-do list. Life is too big to document every single moment.

I have paperwork to file and clothes to fold in the meantime. For now, let that suffice as my list.

I'm glad life is more than a giant list. I love the commentary too much.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Summary

Six months of silence! So what Have I been up to?


+ June: Spent time in Kentucky visiting my family


+ July: Back in Texas, reading, sleeping, and putting off school projects (and dating a wonderful guy)


+ August: Staff development and other school preparation (still dating)

+ September: Back to school and essays (dating instead of grading)

+ October: Still facing a huge stack of essays (the guy...)

+ November: Wonderful, bountiful vacation week at Thanksgiving


What I did over Thanksgiving Break:

1. Last two days before the break, I was a co-presenter at The Texas Association of the Talented and Gifted in Houston, Texas.

2. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday was a whirlwind weekend of wedding activity with new friends and Rajiv's Family

3. Monday and Tuesday - graded my butt off and taught a college class

4. Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday - Trip to San Antonio--Alamo and River Walk with Rajiv

5. Friday and Saturday - Fandango de Tango and milongas in Austin

6. Sunday - spent the evening wondering where the week went while savoring new, fond memories.

That about covers it...

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Ahh! Summer

Never have I relished the coming summer vacation as much as this year.

I have several items on my to-do list for my all-too-short break.

1. Help my nephew organize his mushrooming toy collection. I think he'll end up selling some gently used toys and pay me a handsome fee for my intervention!

2. Learn to refinish old furniture. My mom has promised she'll help me refinish an antique dresser that belonged to my grandmother and will someday be mine. I already know where I'll put it in my home.

3. Gut the trashy cabinetry in my garage and clean it top to bottom. This loomed large on my to-do list last summer too, but I had not taken into consideration 30+ days of 100+ temperatures in an uninsulated garage! This year, I've commissioned a couple of students to do the messy work for pay.

4. Paint this and that around the house. Before I moved in almost two years ago, I started a couple of paint jobs that I have not yet finished. It's time.

5. Tackle the ever growing collection of teaching materials and curriculum-related great lessons I've accumulated. Or not. I am on vacation after all.

6. Take a couple of trips somewhere. I'll go anywhere that allows me to shave off a few dollars on my utility bills and enjoy shaved ice at the same time. It would be nice if that were a place where I wouldn't have to shave my legs...

7. Read, drink iced-tea, and write. I've got books inside that need to be birthed so I can use my brain for new projects.

Sunday, April 01, 2007

Spring View from Texas

I grew up with the spectacular seasonal changes that Kentucky offers. A 10-year resident of Texas, I have had to become accustomed to another vista. Though I’m often feel nostalgia for the sights of Kentucky, I have learned to enjoy Texan scenery in the spring. Below are three things I love about Texan springs:

1. Bluebonnets and other bursts of wildflowers


See more Texas wildflowers.

2. My yard (no spring photo yet) with its lush green grass, 7 pecan trees, and colorful shrubs

3. Rain, which means I can keep my sprinkler system turned off and enjoy God’s watering service for free

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Marcus Aurelius


When I graduated from High School, I was honored with the title of Valedictorian,which carried with it the distinction of giving a speech at my commencement. My first introduction to Marcus Aurelius was during research for that speech. I quoted from Book Eleven, #4.

Have I done something for the general interest? Well then I have had my reward. Let this always be present to thy mind, and never stop doing such good.


Meditation I of Mari Beth

Marcus Aurelius was a stoic philosopher and Roman Emperor who lived in the 2nd Century. When he meditated, words of wisdom emanated from his pen. In a feeble attempt to pay homage to the thinker, I would like to use his Meditation I for my own reflections.

1. From my maternal grandfather, Russell Abram, I learned good morals and self-control.

2. From my father, never to settle for a man who does not deserve me.

3. From my mother, generosity, service, and modesty in all things.

4. From my paternal grandfather, Rev. James Allen, to study Scriptures and not let any man’s words distract me from Truth.

5. From my mentor, Dr. Glenn Martin, to know what I believe and why, and furthermore, to know what I do not believe and why not.

6. From my teacher, Dr. Marjorie Elder, to be a reader and hearer and not allow injudicious opinions to hold sway over my intellect.

7. From Deepak, I learned that my character needed improvement and discipline; and from him I learned how to value myself more dearly.

8. From my sister, Teresa, who is my number one fan and champion, I learned to keep my goals and dreams before me; her own strength and resilience have been a beacon for me.

9. From my grandmother, Iva Alice, good humor and the example of a matriarch who managed her household well by spending much time on her knees praying for providence for her family.

10. From a former employer, word-smith, and belles-lettrist, I learned to enjoy my penchant for perfecting my use of language; I learned the facility for artfully correcting ill use of the language, thus, became a teacher myself.

11. From my employer, unbeknown to such, I learned first hand what a monster envy and duplicity can be; I eschew the very appearance of covetous attitudes and understand the root of said attitudes.

12. From my dear friend, Karen, not to offer excuses for there is no excuse that transcends friendship; we are kindred spirits.

13. From my dear friend, Cheryl, to withhold judgment when I am tempted to be mean-spirited; I have also learned to accept bona fide commentary on my own shortcomings.

14. From my brother, David, to love my family and honor them; he is loyal and honest above all.

15. From my grandmother, Sylvia Adeline, I observed self-control and quietness; her spirit was a mixture of sweetness and strength and dignity. According to her husband of 74+ years, she never raised her voice, a testimony to her depth of steadfastness.

16. In my future husband, I will find a kind, generous, even-tempered gentleman, who is humble; he will have accomplished just enough in his studies to feel confident of his own identity, but not enough to be vainglorious and arrogant. He will show compassion to all of God’s own, be quick to forgive, and willing to show mercy. His mind will travel miles above the ordinary while his enjoyment of life will keep him planted solidly on terra firma. He will understand the seriousness of existence, but will be able to revel in the hilarity of humanity.

17. To God, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit, the three in one, the Holy Trinity, I am indebted for having a legacy of right living and longevity. I believe that though, imperfect, I may look forward to an eternal home where it will be my sole task to give glory to the Everlasting Father God.

So, Marcus is long-winded. I shaved quite a bit of verbiage in my rendition of his Meditation I. I suppose when I become Empress of something, I may have more to say.

Saturday, January 13, 2007

But...

if I were to list my resolutions (i.e., personal improvements that have occurred to me in recent months), they would look just like the resolutions of most people. They would just be more general and more organized.

1. Treat others more kindly.
2. Treat myself and my body more kindly.



I think that about covers it.

Resolutions

Did anyone notice that the incurable list maker did not bother to list her new year's resolutions for 2007? That is because I do not make resolutions. There are two reasons.

1. If changing a pattern is so important, do it as soon as it occurs to you. Do not wait until January 1st.

2. I used to work in a law office and "Resolutions" were very formal corporate board meeting documents which required the signatures of all the movers of the company. They were couched in phrases such as "RESOLVED THAT" and "BE IT FURTHER RESOLVED." My life doesn't need so much legalism.

Thursday, November 23, 2006

A List for Thanksgiving


The biggest fear guests have at a Thanksgiving gathering is that someone will have the zinger of an idea to go around the table and let us recite what we're thankful for. It happened today, and I groaned inside. Don't get me wrong.... I have so many blessings and I can turn any situation into an opportunity to be thankful. But what if what I am thankful for sounds trite in the whole schema of life? And how do I summarize my cornucopian list into a one-second blurb that sounds authentic and spontaneous?

I shouldn't have worried. I was nearly the last person in the circle. Everyone was saying the very same thing that was on my mind: being with friends and family. That really was the theme of my day. But there was one more gift that I am extremely thankful for: HEALTH. Two of the guests had been battling with rare and strange debilitating conditions. One of them has no way to enjoy the turkey dinner because her intestines and stomach shut down a few years ago. Yet she was there, smiling and being thankful with the rest of us.

Here's the list of what we were thankful for today:
1. Opportunity to be with family/proxmity to family
2. Employment
3. Health
4. Freedom/being American/troops who defend freedom
5. Blessings from God

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Dove dreams


I've tangoed two days in a row. Life is good. Tango is an indulgence I have not enjoyed for several weeks (since school started). But tonight red shoes and a sassy little black dress helped create magic. On the way home I made a Wal-Mart pitstop and purchased another indulgence... Dove dark chocolates promises--you know, the ones with the nice messages on the inside of the wrapper.

Two wrappers in a row suggested "Make a list of your dreams." Since I have a blog dedicated to lists, I decided that a third indulgence was in order. Before I sleep, I'll make a list. Of dreams.

1. To find the man of my dreams for marriage and love and happiness.
2. To be the kind of teacher who loves her students as if they were her own.
3. To always be the kind of person that others trust and emulate.
4. To have guests frequently and have my home be a beacon of peace in a blustery world.
5. To be fit and able to dance tango until I die.
6. To go to bed each night feeling I did the best with the day I was granted and knowing that each new day is an unspeakable blessing.

Monday, October 09, 2006

About cultivation...

Reading Rules: then and now


1. When I was a kid, I could only read one book at a time.

NOW, as evidenced by "My current reading list," I'm reading at least five. (In reality, the number is higher, but I will not disclose exactly how many books lie opened and unfinished around the house.)

2. At one time, any book, once begun, is a commitment. Not completing a book once the first sentence had been read was tantamount to lying to your mother.

NOW, I give myself permission to give up on a book that doesn't interest me. Life is too short to be stuck in between unimaginative pages of insipid novels.

3. For a short period, I boycotted romantic and comedic fiction, reasoning that someone with a certain level of education should read only worthy tomes, that descriptor coming from an illogical gap in my theretofore reasoning.

NOW, I delight in the written word, no matter what the genre. If I am free to be intrigued by the title, preface, etc., I am free to enjoy it guilt-free.

4. I used to believe that a book on CD was really not a book, and shuddered to think that some people can stoop to enjoy a story read by someone else.

ONE DAY, I woke up and remembered that one of my favorite memories as a kid revolved around hearing stories read and told. This summer, I read about 5 books on tape while I was driving around town. Now that's a smart way to make progress on that looming reading list.

That list is for another day...

My current reading list, with commentary (of course)

Allende, Isabel. City of the Beasts. (Translation: Margaret Sayers Peden) New York: Harper Trophy, 2002.

One of my college students recommended this several semesters ago, and I'm still not out of the first chapter, but I really do want to finish it.

Chesterton, G.K. Orthodoxy. Wheaton, IL: Harold Shaw Publishers, 1994, 1908.
Eldredge, John. Waking the Dead. Nashville, TN: Thomas Nelson Publishers, 2003.

I'm actually re-reading this classic. I love the intricacy of his exegesis.

Hurston, Zora Neale. Their Eyes Were Watching God. New York: HarperCollins Publishers, 1991, 1937.
Paolini, Christopher. Eldest. New York: Alfred A. Knopf/Random House, 2005.

I'm bored by this one and find it easy to get distracted. If I'm not finished with it by Thanksgiving, I may discard it. I am usually persistent with my reading lists...

Sonnenblick, Jordan. Drums, Girls, & Dangerous Pie. New York: Scholastic Press, 2004.

I love it! I do have to admit I cried on nearly every page! The book is soggy, but not sappy. One of my students did a report, and the way she described the brother, I knew it would be my next book.

Waltari, Mika. Tajomstvo Bozieho Kralovstva. (Translation: Andrej Rady) Helsinki, Finland: WSOY, 1992, 1961.

I've been coming back to this story, and rereading parts of it since a dear friend gave it to me as a birthday gift when I was living in Slovakia. I will finish this one, even though I've been lingering on it for years.

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Variations on a Theme

I
Some say a vacuum’s crack
But I never spurned my lack
For heavy machinery is often detri mental
In minds where thoughts are absental
Better, I say, to leave a little dust in crevices
Than to leave men to empty surmises
A void is space galactic.
(Avoid assays eclectic)
But, if you will have a vacuum, let it be electric.


II.
Jodhas of lint spur Mark to exert
Himself in such flurry and spurt
That rigorously he fumes,
And vigorously vacuums;
That’s why he’s the world’s expert on dirt.


III.
Lines Composed a Few Inches Above Linted Carpet

Five weeks have passed, five Saturdays, with the length
Of five long Mondays! and again I see
These dust bunnies, wallowing in their darkened corners
With a soft desperate murmur—“It is time!”—
Do I behold the attachments and hoses
That on an idle sequestered machine are at rest.
Thoughts of more deep derision…. And neglect
The disarray with a blink of my eye.
The day is come when I again repose.
No! under this dark, dim roof, I rue
These spots of garbage ‘round, organic dust,
Which during this week, with their unsightliness
Are spread in one gray mass, and lose themselves
‘Mid books and vases. Once again I see
These small specks, hardly small specks, little armies
Of spiteful blots overrun these pitiable rooms,
Screaming to the very door in wreaths of motes—
Lint, up in violence from among debris.
With some uncertain notice, it may seem
That vagrant dweller in the house is shamed;
But no. Such is her case, where by the fire
The Hoover sits alone.

October 1995--written during a dusting of inspiration

All three of these poems were the product of about two hours one evening as I procrastinated (surprise!) vacuuming. Part III is formulated after William Wordsworth's "Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey" (Compare my poem with the first stanza of Wordsworth's!) Wordsworth wrote, "No poem of mine was composed under circumstances more pleasant for me to remember than this..."

Friday, September 15, 2006

Other things I abhor

I have alluded to my least favorite household chore: vacuuming.

Here are a few other things I detest:

1. Seeing people spit in public or the evidence that spitting has occurred.

2. Hearing/seeing fingernails being clipped in public. (Lawyers are notorious for grooming themselves and letting the little shards fall where they may. Some lawyers strew shards in their professional lives too.)

3. The dismissive "whatever." That is such a lazy comeback. Find a specific word in our vast English lexicon to say what you mean, people! "Whatever" is like a shrug instead of a wave.

4. People who misquote to promote their own agendas and ideas. (Yes, I'm treading on the toes of many journalists who've forgotten what "free press" really means.) Soundbits and elliptical statements rankle me.

Next time: Books I am currently reading.

Dream List

Wouldn't it be nice if the only thing I had to do this weekend were SLEEP? Alas, sleep I cannot enjoy yet.

But I can take power naps every few hours! Eventually the essays will all get graded.

I'm rearranging my guest bedroom and letting it double as the sitting room with the sleeper sofa. So what to do with the other bed? Dismantle it. Get rid of the old tattered boxsprings, store the bed frame in my wonderful storage shed, and put the extra mattress on top of my own bed. I've been sleeping like a princess the last few nights. My feet don't touch the floor if I sit on the edge of my bed, but I'm sleeping on a cloud above the linted carpet and worries of the day.

Linted carpet... That reminds me of a poem I once wrote patterened after Wordsworth's "Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey." Mine is humbly entitled "Lines Composed a Few Inches Above Linted Carpet." I'll share it soon.

In the meantime, I need to call a cleaning service to get help with mopping and vacuuming. The latter is a chore I abhor.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Valuable Lessons I Have Learned That Make Me a Better Teacher

As I strive to build up my students, these wise suggestions I will always remember.

1. Treat your students the way you would treat them if their parents were watching you. (Spring, 2003, DISD mentor)

2. Walk down the hallways with your head up, make eye contact with each other, and greet your colleagues by name. (Staff Development, August 2004, J. Moreno, Principl)

3. Sometimes we at school are the best thing in a student’s life. Don’t ruin this by barking reprimands first thing in the morning. Instead, make a point to greet any and every student with a cheerful “hello.” (Fall 2005, B. Johnson, Vice-Principal)

Sunday, August 13, 2006

Old Friend.... Renewed Friendship



A few weeks ago, I had the pleasure of coming across the e-mail address of a good friend from high school. Brent was the boy who lived down the street, sat across the aisle in some of my classes, and frequently trumped me at weekly spelling bees. I never minded too much, even though I was highly competitive when it came to academia.

He moved to a different school, studied abroad in Brazil, and disappeared from my town forever. I remember writing him one letter teasing him about learning to speak "Brazilian," knowing full well that such blatant ignorance would infuriate him; yet, he would not insult my intelligence by double checking whether I really knew that nuts are Brazilian, but the language is not. Anyway, he never replied to my letter, so I didn't write any more. Until just a few weeks ago...

Since our recent reacquaintance, Brent has honored me with two posts on his blog. (He's really too flattering!) (August 13, 2006 and June 25, 2006.) He deserves some recognition on my meager blog.

[CAVEAT: A list is coming up.]

In addition to catching up with life stories--sagas have been lived between us--our recent correspondence has induced me to add more things to my list of things to do sometime.

1. Travel to New Zealand - probably when I finally retire from teaching.
2. Plan to meet up somewhere in Europe soon ("soon" is kind of relative)
3. Start a blog (hence, this blog sooner rather than later)
4. Eat more healthily. Evidently Brent, among other talents, is a cordon bleu chef and an organic foods mavin. He even makes his own cheese!
5. Exercise my creative arts. He is actually an artist too, as witnessed by the book sculpture in Cincinnati, Ohio that he worked on as an intern while studying sculpture. Wow!
6. Check out "skype." This one stresses me out just a little--it's technology, and I'm several years behind on personal technology at home.

Saturday, August 12, 2006

My favorite quotes from my sixth graders


Kids say the most extraordinary things. The 2005-2006 group of sixth graders were noteworthy for their buoyant eccentricity.

1. My students can be exuberant about mundane affairs. “I ate well today!” (Charlie, as he came into class after lunch one day, patting his belly.)
2. They are inspirational. “I simply love orange!” (Miranda, lounging on a big fuzzy beanbag; her spontaneous announcement inspired me to use orange as an accent color in a room in my house.)
3. They often enjoy homework and creating. “I couldn’t stop writing!” (Azaria, apologizing for not sticking to a 3-page limit on her essay.)
4. They are comfortable in my classroom. “We like your classroom, Ms. T. We don’t know what it is, but it’s... peaceful.” (Jennifer and friends, as they entered my classroom one day.)
5. They know who they are. “We can even belch on a GT level.” (Keith, reveling in the fact that he is GT.)

Some Things I Love About Teaching GT


1. I get to teach my students all three years of middle school.
2. I have great fellow teachers in the GT Department.
3. My students think I’m cool, except when I say “cool.”
4. My students understand how I can love grammar so intensely.
5. I have small class sizes and a huge classroom. (Don’t tell the other teachers!)
6. My students know what “etymology” is and indulge me daily when I break down a huge word for them.
7. I “have to” show movies and movie clips in my class. (The Fellowship of the Ring, Hercules, First Knight, Matrix, The Odyssey, etc.)
8. I have an awesome principal.
9. I get paid to have fun.

The Top Ten Things* GT Kids Can Be


(brought to you by the letter "P")

1. perfectionists
2. procrastinators
3. profane
4. profound
5. perspicacious
6. persistent
7. precocious
8. prodigious
9. precious
10. peculiar

* In no particular order. (Heck! Who am I kidding? There is an order to this list, though it may be logical only to me.)

GT-ness


I am a middle school GT English teacher. I can only teach these gifted and talented kids because I too am GT. In the next few entries, I will share a few observations from my experience. (Get ready for lists!)

The Venn diagram (above) represents the strengths of a GT person. (diagram source)

Saturday, August 05, 2006

Lists, to a fault

I’m an inveterate list maker. I approach most days with a list in hand or the need to make a list in mind. Incidentally, I also am crippled by a cluttered work space, so before productive work can proceed, I have to clear away randomness. This need to categorize and list is a constant companion. I am organized in theory at all times. I am organized in practice most of the time, or I have plan to implement.

My clothes are hung in my closets in a particular way. My dance shoes are lined up in an order clear only to me. My drinking glasses have a specific place in the cupboard. I like my towels folded the same way my mother does, which is not the same way Martha Stewart folds towels. I like my personal business files alphabetized. There are times when order is beautiful.

But there is some relief to the madness. I prefer not to make my beds. I don’t mind if my street shoes are in disarray in the closet. My underwear drawer is an ocean of cotton. I like pictures hung asymmetrically and in odd groupings. The books on my bookshelves are merely imperfectly ordered by type. And I love floor cushions, even if they’re scattered haphazardly on my beautiful wood floors. Wild gardens appeal to me. Like Robert Herrick, I often find “delight in disorder.”

Because I am super organized, my lists also take on the personality of a three or four level outline. I leave the Roman numerals off my grocery list, but other lists are intricately detailed and categorized. I needed a break from the cerebral process of list-making, so this summer I devised a twist to the list. It is a patentable method for getting through a list without the mental pressure we list makers often give ourselves. In fact, it’s more like a game, and even has great marketing potential for teaching young kids how to be diligent with their chores—making chore time more like a game. For adults, it removes the humdrum of list-checking and ensures sustainable discipline for accomplishing anything from complicated tasks to mundane chores. I’m still working on the details.

For now, I’m using an amalgam of my pen and paper lists (which are now on the backs of pages ripped from an old desk calendar) and a very primitive prototype of my new system. In addition to these slips of paper, I have an ongoing list on my laptop of things I really ought to check into or do. I even have a file entitled “Blogger Fodder” which lists some of the topics I’ve thought about adding to my weblog. (“Lists” was not Blog fodder.)

Monday, July 24, 2006

Here I am.

"Set up personal blog" has been on my to do list all summer. Today, I get to check that item off.

Now that I'm voluntarily sharing my thoughts with I-wanderers, I am a bit tongue tied.

I'll be back soon.