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Another Commit on Healthcare


Let me get this straight……we’re trying to pass a health care plan written by a committee whose chairman says he doesn’t understand it, passed by a Congress that hasn’t read it but exempts themselves from it, to be signed by a president that also is exempt from it and hasn’t read it and who smokes, with funding administered by a treasury chief who didn’t pay his taxes, all to be overseen by a surgeon general who is obese, and financed by a country that’s broke.

What the hell could possibly go wrong?


Long Time Wouldn’t You Say?

Everyone Twitters…don’t they? I mean, it is so much easier to do a short, 140 character blog to keep up with; whatEVAR. I do that so much easier.

There are times when it is nice to know that there are no limits. I can reach deep within, whereever that might be, just to say whatever I feel like spitting out here.

I must confess. I read Mrs.Flinger and feel that there is no need to blog. With twitter, I cover my bases and no need to do more.

How deep does one need to reach to say; I can speak my mind. No matter who reads it? That is really the issue here. The fact that I speak and if you stumble upon me, you can see whatever I freaking out felt like saying. That is new age for me.

It is also vulnerable. I hold many jobs with responsibilities not to mention honors. Mrs. Flinger can do this so much easier than I.

Who is she anyway? No matter what; I love her.


Remembering 9/11

Remembering 8 years ago, when I was in Edinburgh Scotland with Mrs. Flinger and my mom. Since we were in Europe, the terrorist attach on the United States seemed so unreal with fear of the unknown and our return back to the states. How could something so horrific like that happen and what would happen with us?

We learned what Scotland and England thought of the US plus all of the tourist stranded over seas. I learned to love them all, in a new way. They opened their homes, their arms and their hearts to us.

To all of those who lost a loved one that day, my prayers go out to you. *HUGS*



What a profound short little paragraph that says it all

“You cannot legislate the poor into freedom by legislating the wealthy out of freedom. What one person receives without working for, another person must work for without receiving. The government cannot give to anybody anything that the government does not first take from somebody else. When half of the people get the idea that they do not have to work because the other half is going to take care of them, and when the other half gets the idea that it does no good to work because somebody else is going to get what they work for, that my dear friend, is about the end of any nation. You cannot multiply wealth by dividing it.”
~~~~ Dr. Adrian Rogers, 1931


30 Days of: Blank

I am joining the famous Mrs. Flinger in her quest for 30 days of {      }. In this case, it is wine for both of us.

Wine people, of all the things to give up, this will not be easy. In the mean time, I’m going to look at my pictures from my summer vacation where I was having fun drinking sweet gold.


To realize the value of one year



Ask a student who has failed a final exam.


To realize the value of one month:

Ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.


To realize the value of one week:

Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.


To realize the value of one hour:

Ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.


To realize the value of one minute:

Ask a person who has missed the train, bus or plane.


To realize the value of one second:

Ask a person who has survived an accident.


To realize the value of one millisecond:

Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics.


Time waits for no one.


Treasure every moment you have.



This Oma is moving on

I am always moving, something, or doing something but just always on the move and if you look at Mrs. Flinger, she inherited it rightfully so.

I just finished packing up my classroom, took pictures, and drove away. Since December 2007, I have been a part of a “family” in El Lago at the elementary school. The albatross that has been around my neck for over 20 years, was the certification process in Texas. Now, at long last, I have whipped that bird to the ground. I am at L-O-N-G LAST, certified and not just CEC-4 but decided to take the test for ELL learners too, and am ESL certified AND GT.

Now, I need to decide if I continue to teach the little people, or teach the future teachers for Texas.

This past year, I have been working just over 100 hours a week. Yes, that would be 3 jobs. The problem is that I love what I do. Now…..

I need to work just one job. So WHICH ONE?

Future teachers on the certification track or children; Kindergarten age.



It Depends on Your View Point

I twitter and even answer a few people on face book more than blog but I think that’s because of a few shows, the most recent one was Brothers and Sisters.

There’s talk: do you twitter? Who are a few of your tweets? Even the morning radio show I listen to when driving to work talked about it.

Here, I don’t have to worry about the 140 character rule. There is freedom of speech but the one thing I seem to have lost is time. I can remember celebrating our 100th day of school, as though it were about 10 days ago, yet one month is gone and I have a suite case out to travel for spring break. Good grief.

There are times, and I have no idea if anyone else feels this way, when something is put on hold and then you just never get back to it. I do that now on a daily basis. My in box far exceeds my out box. Is this good or bad? How do I go back?

Life is a one way road. I chuckle at my Pre-K kids when they say: “When I was younger.”  One student told me yesterday, he was going to be 3 again on his birthday because he liked it better.

I told him I was five and really like it better than 3.


The 100th Day of School

Today, was wonderful. Although slightly delayed thanks to Hurricane Ike, we celebrated 100 days of hardwork.

Oh, let the Par-Tay begin. To be honest, I don’t know who was more excited, me or the children. Our little plastic girl figure who had been moving on the chart of numbers, rolled over to hit the magical number and everyone cheered; Hip Hip Horrah!

We counted Q-Tips and put them in a bowl. Next we counted cotton balls and put them in another bowl. One bowl looked fuller than the other, even though they had the same number of items. Then each child counted out 10 cherrios, ate 5 to take away from their set and we added each set of 5 to a bowl until we had 100 cherrios. Finally, we added 100 raisins and saw how each bowl looked different, even though they each contained 100 items.

We moved on to wearing special glasses that were made from foam and said 100, as their eyes peered out the double zeros. We added a special 100 visor on each head and they counted out stickers in group of 10’s to create a fold able book of 100 stickers.

I awarded each student with a ribbon that celebrated the 100th day of school while we moved on to large motor skills holding a red plate in the their right hand and a blue plate in their left hand. As we taped out sets of 10 on our body, the children could correlate left and right thanks to the colored plates they held.

Finally, we were ready for our treats. Each child picked what cookie they wanted and they wrote the number 100 on it using special food coloring icing tubes. That was topped off with a slice of cake that said “100″ for their sugar high. Each child received a small bottle of water that I call “brain juice.”

There were 16 children and 7 adults who attended our special day which ended in handing out a special certificate after recess to each of them.

What an awesome day it was. What made it great were all the parents who helped plus having 100% of my children in attendance.

I love what I do.



Yes, There Will Be 6 More Weeks, I Think…

The last time it really rained here was in December…REALLY. Early this morning I couldn’t believe what I was hearing outside but it didn’t take long and the wet wonder stopped. The forecast calls for sun breaks through the clouds tomorrow.

It’s Groundhog day. Our sun with cloudy day is a hard one to predict wouldn’t you say? Does this mean 6 more weeks of winter or the end of our cold days, not that they were ever really bad?

Exactly what time will it count?

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