Friday's the day

Our county fair starts Friday, gonna be a hot one too. Hoping it subsides before to much of the fair comes to past. It is a stressful situation to begin with, months of hard work by the kids coming to an end, waiting for one mans opinion that day. Heat adds to the discomfort of all involved. Looking forward to watching them show their projects, regardless of outcome I'm proud of them. Want to try to blog through the fair, daily posts, well maybe several times through the week. Gonng be makin' memories with my kiddos!!

the ant and the grasshopper

The ANT AND THE GRASSHOPPER  This one is a little different .....  Two Different Versions ....  Two Different Morals  OL D VERSION  The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away. Come winter, the ant is warm and well fed.  The grasshopper has no food or shelter, so he dies out in the cold. MORAL OF THE OLD STORY: Be responsible for yourself! MODERN VERSION The ant works hard in the withering heat and the rain all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away. Come winter, the shivering grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while he is cold and starving.  CBS, NBC, PBS, CNN, and ABC show up to provide pictures of the shivering grasshopper next to a video of the ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food. America  is stunned by the sharp contrast.  How can this be, that in a country of such wealth, this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?  Kermit the Frog appears on Oprah with the grasshopper and everybody cries when they sing, 'It's Not EasyBeing Green...' ACORN stages a demonstration in front of the ant's house where the news stations film the SEIU group singing, We shall overcome. Then Rev. Jeremiah Wright  has the group kneel down to pray for thegrasshopper's sake, while he damns the ants. President Obama condems the ant  and blames  President Bush 43, President Bush 41, President Reagan, Christopher Columbus, and the Pope  for the grasshopper's plight.  Nancy Pelosi & Harry Reid  exclaim in an interview with Larry King that the ant has gotten rich off the back of the grasshopper, and both call for an immediate tax hike on the ant to make him pay his fair share.  Finally, the EEOC drafts the Economic Equity & Anti-Grasshopper Act retroactive to the beginning of the summer. The ant is fined for failing to hire a proportionate number  of green bugs and,  having  nothing left to  pay his retroactive taxes, his home is confiscated by the Government GreenCzar and given  to the grasshopper. The story ends as we see the grasshopper and his free-loading  friends finishing up the last bits of the ant's food while the government house he is  in, which, as you recall, just happens to be the ant's old house, crumbles around them because the grasshopper doesn't  maintain it. The ant has  disappeared in the snow, never to be seen again. The grasshopper  is found  dead in a drug related incident, and the house, now abandoned, is taken over  by a gang of spiders  who terrorize the ramshackle, once prosperous  and peaceful, neighborhood.  The entire Nation collapses bringing the rest  of the free world with it.  MORAL OF THE STORY:  Be careful how you vote in 2012.

Weeds and people

I was out in the garden this morning, running a rake over it to knock out the weeds. So far so good, and it looks really nice, a record for me, usually it is starting to pay the price of neglect as I have helped the kids more in the past with 4H animals. This year they are doing much more, and I have been able to stay ahead of the weeds.
While I was out this morning, I found a plant that looked to be weed free, started to move on when I looked a little closer. Up through the plant were a couple of pig weeds, blended in quite nicely with the flower, easy to miss at first glance. It was then when it hit me, it's just like church. At first glance, things look good, on the surface everyone is as they seem. But get a little deeper, start to get a closer look and you start to see things you hadn't before. Works that way with people, none of us are perfect, but that surface level often turns out to be different once you get a little deeper. Sometimes for the better, but unfortunately sometimes for the worse.  

girls vs guys

Michael used to have a group of friends over often. Just a few more guys than gals, but a nice mix. And while I try to be somewhat scarce, I can't help but hear what is going on, may not understand much of it, but I hear the chatter, and laughter. I didn't realize just how different the dynamics could be when you switch the ratio of guys to gals. Elizabeth has had a group of friends over a couple of times now, tonight they are here and it is fascinating to listen to the difference. When they say that females say about 20k words compared to the guys at around 7k I believe it. Have a house full of teenage girls, and you will quickly know it to be true. They aren't loud or obnoxious about it, but they all talk a LOT and they often all talk at once! Makes my head spin even thinking about trying to keep up. It is a good group of kids, and I'm glad to have them here. I'm going to enjoy the quiet for a bit as they have made a run to wally world, soon they will be back filling the house with laughter which is a joy as well. I am very thankful that my kids have good friends to hang with. Love these girls!!

Just a job?

I recently was asked to visit another school that was having some personnel issues, and behavior issues during lunch. It was an eye opening experience. Behavior was about as bad as I have seen during my 6 years working in the schools. I watched the monitor that was there working, she was short with the kids, grouchy in your face type. Looked like she really didn't like her job, no positive interactions with the kids at all. She acted like she hated her job, and didn't like kids at all. Granted we all tend to get a little shorter on patience as year end draws closer, but this was more than that.
When I initially was thinking about what makes me good at my job, I had thought it was school make up, the majority of kids at my school have involved parents, don't want to go to the office or have mom called about behavior, that their fear of getting in trouble was my leverage. And in a small way that may help. But when I went to the cafeteria that was out of control and had some positive interaction with kids that didn't know me at all, I saw the kids respond. Light bulb moment for me, I realized that it is my willingness to interact with the kids in a positive manner. To talk to them, rather than yell at them. To listen to their stories, get on their level, receive their hugs, high fives and silly jokes like it's the first time I've ever heard it. To correct their poor choices, and offer them a clean slate the next day. Do I get along with all the kids? Honestly no, there are some that rub me the wrong way, but I'd like to think that they can't tell it. Guess to sum it up, I try to treat them like my own kids, and I know I'm doing my job right, when they see me out and about after school hours and they approach me wanting to say hi, talk or even give me a hug. It may not be the most glamorous job in the world, one that people look down on, but I really do love my job.

Living He loved me...

Living, He loved me
Dying, He saved me
Buried, He carried my sins far away
Rising, He justified freely forever
One day He’s coming
Oh glorious day, oh glorious day

Thankful

I'm glad God gives us instincts that just kick in when you need them. No thought needed, adrenalin hits you and you just do what needs to be done. Had just that kind of moment Friday.
My favorite part of my job is being out in the dining room with my kids. Yes, for about 20 minutes everyday, each one of those kids are mine. I was there Friday watching kids, making sure they do what they are supposed to, and not what they aren't. We were having cheese filled breaksticks. Soft bread wrapped around mozzarella cheese. Kids were eating, talking doing just what they should. Next thing I know I have Jeremiah near me, and he is choking. I yell for Lisa, my boss, as she heads my way, I grab him around his middle and give him a couple of thrusts under his rib cage to get the breadstick unstuck. Thankfully it came out and he was ok, little sore he said but ok. Good thing, as Jeremiah is one of my favorites. Sometimes he doesn't make the best choices, but neither do I. Cool thing is, God gives us a second chance, time and time again.

The secreatary went to check on Jeremiah in the nurses office, she asked him how he was, he said he was ok, and "Thank God I didn't choke to death, and thank God for Mrs. Yontz." I thank God for you Jeremiah!