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Twist and Turns

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Today was NOT the day I had planned, but God was totally in it.  It's really amazing how we can think we know what we need and want and God just slaps us otherwise.  

We close on our construction loan this Wednesday, and dirt, as my friend Larry Renne says, "starts flying" hopefully Thursday.  (http://texasvineyardhomes.com/)

I'm really going to have a "bluh" week.  TAKS is this week, and I'm proctoring the test three of the four days.  For my ADHD-self, nothing is longer.  Watching kids take a test and giving them permission to use the restroom isn't my cup of tea.  However, we'll have some extra time this week to take a break from homework, which SHOULD allow me to catch up on grading, and for that I'm thankful.  

I never seem to be "caught up" with grading.  It COULD be that I am outnumbered 158 to one or it could be I try to grade too much?  I'm not sure.

I met some really nice people today and had a few small world moments.  I saw a lady I used to teach with at Rowlett in Melissa, Texas, (Rhonda Smith) and we met a man who is from Fordyce, AR, where he was a "Redbug."  He knows some Raymers from Fordyce, but it turns out they were "Reimers" and not "Raymers."  Anyhow, finding someone who knew the little town where Kent's parents are from in Arkansas, was a small world.

Saturday the kids and I, without the assistance of the GPS, drove to McKinney to get groceries.  Of course I chose WalMart because I had a few home-improvement things to buy, but man, that was a rookie country girl mistake.  WalMart was CROWDED beyond belief and the three of us, all unmedicated were bouncing off the aisles.  The little Raymers really did keep their "May I get this" questions in check, but the trip, after getting REALLY lost finding the store, was a beating--hair in one of the cart wheels and all.

I managed to make it through the grocery list without having any MOMMY DEAREST moments, and God showed me a bit of mercy by having the crowded store have one checkout lane with NO ONE in front of us.  We unloaded our cart ASAP and were back on the road to Blue Ridge.  I called Kent and warned him that I was "checking out" when I got home and to PLEASE unload the groceries.  He so graciously did this; he could probably hear the foul mood over the telephone.

One cool thing I discovered is that Macaroni Grill now has "make it at home" kits for many of their popular restaurant dishes.  Tonight I made the Chicken Alfredo kit, and it was quite tasty.  (I did not look at the calorie count; the most important thing on the box was the "READY IN UNDER 20 MINUTES" label.

So, now WalMart has TWO items I can't seemingly live without.  Stacy's Cinnamon Pita Chips and the Macaroni Grill products.  http://www.walmart.com/search/search-ng.do?search_constraint=976759&ic=48_0&search_query=macaroni+grill&Find.x=0&Find.y=0&Find=Find

Must find a real grocery store, must find a real grocery store.

Also as sort of a postscript, there is a wind turbine in the WalMart parking lot; the turbine is HUGE!  I drove by a wind farm last summer driving to Boy Scout Camp in Colorado, but I saw the windmills from the safety of my Ford Windstar (ironic) moving swiftly down the interstate.  Up close morbid thoughts about the propellers flying off and taking out shoppers crossed our minds.  We even wondered "Is that thing safe, etc.?"  My brainwashed kids proceeded to tell me how "green energy" can actually hurt the environment, yada yada yada.  I told them, "Don't believe everything you hear," and backed away quickly from the thing.  IF I venture back into the WalMart (which I'm sure I will) I'm parking on the other end of the lot next time and hoping that doomsday doesn't happen on our or anyone else's watch.

Building our Home

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We have picked a builder and are about to close on our construction loan.  Please PRAY that this process goes smoothly.  You throw two people together who have specific ideas about his/her "dream home" and things don't always mesh easily.  However, I feel we are on the same page MOST of the time.

Last weekend I dog-earred about fifty pages of thin
gs I liked and Sharpee marked specific things, so hopefully, Kent will "see" my vision.  

It's hard to know what you want and then picking out the real thing in an item.  I feel like I'm having to shoe shop for a lifetime of shoes and plan ahead for trends, things I'll like, "shoes" I'll wear when I'm old and having to make space/room/plan for the future people who will also wear shoes in our house!  Ahhh!  

Here are some pictures of the lot.  Stage 1:  Move dirt around and dream three-dimensionally from a one-dimensional blue print!

Interesting Post Script:  I am NOT allergic (yet) to Poison Ivy.  We were removing "vines" last week at our property, the base of which were about 2-3" thick.  (This was last week sometime and Kent told me TODAY that it was PI.)  Anyhow, we washed our hands when we got home, but indeed unless it has a freakishly-late rash outbreak period, I've dodged the evil vine this time.  (It is my worst nightmare to have this horrible itch, especially when my friend Peter, last year at Scout Camp in Colorado, had a HORRIBLE outbreak, and it festered even more because of the heat.)

The drive to the city

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5:05 a.m.  5:00 a.m. 5:35 a.m.  Each morning the alarm clock is set for something different.  I just know if I don't LEAVE Blue Ridge to head to Garland by 6:00 a.m. I am HOSED as the traffic on US75/ Central Expressway is CRAZY with folks doing the same thing as me--commuting!  

I pull into the Naaman parking lot most days at 6:45 a.m. and have students waiting at the door for me.  Some days they are there to make up work, some days they want a safe place to "chill" before the 7:20 bell summons them to class.  Other days I end up having "mom talks" and giving advice to them about college; what they should and shouldn't do on the weekends.  Things like that.

My day proceeds usually without any trouble.  I have second period conference and get to see some of my best friends at Naaman!  (I LOVE second period conference.)  I then teach another 90-minutes, and I am supposed to go to lunch, but I've been "powering down" instead.  I've discovered if I make my room dark and lock the door, I can get a serious power nap in before the children return from lunch fed and ready to learn for another 30-minutes.  (Yeah, right?)  The last class, another 90 minutes, usually flies by, then I run my after-school errands or tutor kids AGAIN.  I am out of the building most days at 3:15 and home in Blue Ridge by 4:00 p.m. where I seem to fix dinner quickly and attempt to watch the news but usually fall asleep again!

I used to work midnights and I lived to sleep.  I wasn't depressed at all; just really tired.  I feel that way again.  I don't really mind the drive; it's the whole "wake up early" thing that is hard.

Listening to NPR has passed the time, but the station is in the middle of its "annual fundraising campaign" and the break in "regularly-scheduled programing" is as annoying as when PBS used to nix SESEME STREET for hours at a time to promote their annual campaign.  Instead of Big Bird and Ernie I stared impatiently at the screen looking at happy people picking up ringing telephones.  

I SHOULD call in and do my part to raise money, but the Spirit hasn't moved to do this.  There is this cool gadget at the $125.00 level, but it will have to wait for my monthly budget meeting.

Critters and curvy roads and remembering to wave

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Today we had to take two vehicles to church as I had a meeting after "big church."  Kent and the children went for a drive in the country, and I went to Half Price Books and Target.

 I didn't mean to waste any time, but it was about 3:30 p.m. when I came home!  Kent had been napping and unbeknownst to me, I had about a bazillion text messages wondering, "Where are u?" from Claire and Kent.  Pate was probably oblivious to me not being home. 

I found some cool things at Target and just wondered around for a while yet had "Dave Ramsey" stuck in the back of my head.

 On one of my last hairpin turns back to Blue Ridge, it happened again!  A darn roadrunner ran out into the road!  RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!  This is the second time we've seen one, but the first time I've been behind the wheel and if I "slo mo" the event, I can tell you the following.

 It seems that the bird intentionally dogged out into the road.  It looked over its left shoulder as to say, "Yeah, I see you!" as it darted across the road.  It is a beautiful bird and I was in its way.  The creature delighted in scaring me to death and it was about the size of a squirrel?  (A City-girl reference for critters is still in place.)  

 After I made it home I asked Kent if he thought the thing was waiting for someone to come by or if it just by chance nearly became a hood ornament.  He gave me that, "Are you seriously asking this as a serious question?" look and said, "Stacey.  It was a coincidence."  Still, doubt lingered so tonight I went to the all-knowing website, wikipedia.org, for a little bird-brained insights.

 Here's a few links to all things roadrunner:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roadrunner

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wile_E._Coyote_and_Road_Runner

http://www.tpwd.state.tx.us/publications/nonpwdpubs/introducing_birds/roadrunners/

 Some fun things I learned:

1.  Roadrunners are from the Cuckoo family!  

2.  They have, on each foot, two toes in the front and two in the back.

3.  They mate for life.  Awwwh!  How sweet!  LOVE BIRDS!  This makes me want to avoid killing them even more.  I don't want to widow or widower any bird in an untimely fashion!  

 It's a small world

This weekend Claire was getting her "hair done" and I remarked to the stylist that I'd seen a roadrunner!  She matter-of-fact-ly told me that the State of Texas Parks and Wildlife Department had reintroduced roadrunners and BOBCATS to the area a while back!  

 I think the roadrunners are "reintroducing" just fine OR I've seen the same bird twice!  Now, about those bobcats....  Yikes!  

Country Kindness

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Yesterday I heard, over the intercom system, for "Stacey Raymer" to call the front office.  I never receive pages, so I immediately freaked out.

I called the front office assistant, and she asked me, "Do you live in Blue Ridge????"  I said, "Yes," thinking the school was calling about one of my kids.  (What have they done now?)

The assistant proceeded to tell me she had the weirdest telephone call.

Back-story:
My husband was out of town from Friday-Wednesday morning.  As I was trying to be a parent AND another parent while he was gone, I basically lived out my car and took lots of short cuts to survive.  We didn't deep clean the house or shine any silver while Kent was gone, that's for sure.  

I guess on Wednesday, after Kent returned home and when I was switching my book bags and things from my his vehicle, which I got to drive while he was gone, to my SUV and had all the vehicles' doors opened in the process, the winds of the Blue Ridge prairie swept away several pieces of important mail.  The yet-to-be mailed documents landed across the street in my neighbor's yard, but since we are so new, she hadn't met us yet.

I have been doing "moving chores" like changing addresses with businesses, organizations, etc. during my conference period at school, and I used a Naaman Forest envelope to process my paperwork updating my address with the Teacher Retirement System, all I needed was a stamp, so I brought the envelope home with me to affix a stamp then take to the post office.  Slight problem--I forgot about taking it inside as I had a bazillion things on my mind.  

My neighbor, unknowingly inheriting my to-be-mailed mail through wind propagation, only saw the return address of "Naaman Forest High School, care of Stacey Raymer" and she took the time to telephone the school to see if a "Stacey Raymer" worked there.

Long story short, I would have NEVER realized the mail was missing until a few weeks later and then proceeded to tear apart, in vain, my house looking for it.  In addition to the TRS letter, which had my social security number tucked inside of it, my new vehicle registration sticker blew into her yard as did an important piece of mail for Kelsey from the World Wildlife Fund (She has a thing for panda bears.)

After I got home yesterday, I crossed to street (road?) to thank properly Amy for being a kind person and taking time out of her day to investigate a strange event caused by an absent-minded former city girl.  

I marveled afterwards at the series of events that led my neighbor to call Naaman.  If Amy's example is country hospitality at it's finest, I'll take more of it.  

The First Grade...

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Something I wrote today as an example for my students who are about to begin a PenPal project.  A true story about me....

Dear Hello Kitty, 

I’m having a tough day.  While I am excited about this project, I’m not sure who you are!  Tough days remind me of tough times.  I remember when I was in the first grade and something traumatic, life altering, happened to me. 

It all started normally, I suppose, until lunch came.  I’m pretty hyper active and usually, daily really, I would ask my teacher, Mrs. Walls, if I could use the restroom.  Sometimes I would preen and sometimes I would primp and sometimes I would USE the restroom, but no matter what, Mrs. Walls would say, “Yes, you may go” after I asked permission. 

My school was shaped like a big horseshoe and the first grade restrooms were equidistant to the fifth grade restrooms, but something made me go left instead of right, and I ended up in the fifth grade girls’ restroom.  As a first grader, I couldn’t wait to be a fifth grader!  These students ruled the school!  They could wear makeup and the girls wore bras!   

Inside the horseshoe-shaped restroom, I encountered two goddesses—real and beautiful and tall and intimidating and scary and fifth grade girls.  They glared at me; said, “Get out of here little first grader!”  And, I did!  I left!  But not all of me left; you see, this was one of those times when I really needed to use the restroom.  And, I did.  Down the leg of my pants and into my blue sneakers and trickling on the floor, I left.  The goddesses just laughed and laughed.   

Dejected, I walked, bowlegged to avoid the cold and the stinging to my teacher, who said, “Oh, honey, let’s get you to the nurse.”  There I sat, in borrowed clothing until my mom, pulled from an important business meeting at her important job, came to collect me.  She drove me home as I cried where a hot bubble bath waited for me to help me reclaim my dignity. 
 

Blue Green Ridge

Day 7/Week 1

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It's seems so cliche, and I was PREPARED for it, but I'm missing Kelsey a lot.  It's the little things... getting out of routines I had with her.  "Good morning, Kelsey."  "Have you done _____, Kelsey?"  Those kinds of things.  I go to ask them, then I realize she isn't here.

One morning last week, while getting lunches ready for the kids, I actually set up a lunch sack for her, and almost wrote her name on the bag, before I realized she didn't need a lunch.  :(

I've called Claire "Kelsey" a few times this week.  So many people are asking how she is doing and how we are doing, that it isn't easy to lie...we're just being honest, crying when we need to, and loving her all the way across the ocean.  Church was hard yesterday, but it's the "first" time we've gone without her.  

However, I know that she is doing a great work in England and she'll be home very soon.  I also realize she is missing us too, and that she is probably very lonely, but she ISN'T alone.  :)

There are only 71 days until she's home for a wedding.  We can wait that long.  While we are waiting, we've got to get her new room ready for her.  We've promised!


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