I really don't mind helping people, but sometimes I wonder if we have a neon sign that flashes over us that says something like "Why should you work we do, just ask for money". Last night I took Jennifer to Jasper to get some things she needed to take with her to rehab. I didn't mind, I wanted to help her. We got back to our house and were about to eat and Ashley one of our neighbors came up and needed diapers for her baby. I left what I was doing and went to the store and bought her some diapers. When I got back home Greg tells me our neighbor called and wanted to know if we could pay his light bill. Enough is enough!!! don't you think? I told Greg I would just lay my bank card out by the street and any one that needed it could just stop by and use it. What is wrong with people? Have they never heard of working to have money to meet their needs?

Teaching

I really am wondering today why I wanted to become a teacher. I have dreams of the one room schoolhouse and all of the children are respectful and eager to learn. Teaching today is so far from that. I have mostly special ed. kids, these aren't the severely handicapped, but those with learning disabilities. By the time they get to high school they have been so unsuccessful in school that they have basically given up and don't want to do anything. I wish I could figure out a way to help my students. There are all these movies of teachers who have come into a school and made a huge difference in the lives of their students. I don't want to be on a movie, I just want to help some of them and know I have made a difference.

Many of them or should I say the majority of them are from broken homes. The only support at home is when the parent things the school has done something wrong and they call the school to straighten us out. In my ESL training class the teacher told us there are some children who come to school and don't even know if they are holding a book upside down or rightside up, because no one has ever read to them. I am so thankful for good parents who cared about us and saw to it that we had everything we needed and more.

This place is not my home

I am at the Family and Consumer Science teachers conference. I am a little depressed. I majored in Home Economics because I wanted to teach students how to do the necessary things to run a successful home. After attending this conference today I realize they have gone a direction I really don't want to go. It isn't anything about home anymore, it is all about careers. At one of the sessions, they read from a Homemaking book from 1925. The book said a man's job was to provide for the home, but a woman's job was to make the home a nice, pretty place to live. The room was full of laughter, but that is the way God intended it to be and now people laugh at it. I don't think I belong here, this place is not my home. The closer I become to the Lord and live according to his word the larger the gap will become.

I have been so busy on facebook that I have neglected my blog. I really prefer posting here because I can express more of who I am. Here are some pictures of our grandson, Sean. He was born Oct. 18, 2009.

Our home

Dorothy was right "there is no place like home". Here are a few photos of ours.
Courtney's room is now the guest room. The maroon room is ours.