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  Articles of Clothing: The Pandemic Mask Nobody likes wearing a mask. I mean, seriously, there is nothing fun or classy or fashionable about a mask, though as a society we have made mask-wearing into a form of a fashion statement, as weird and twisted as that may be. It may be because I am a menopausal 53-year-old, but three minutes into wearing my mask, my mouth is wet, my upper lip is wet, and my nose is itching like a chronic allergy attack. I pull the mask down for a few seconds, and then I feel guilty for not having it on, so back on it goes only to start the sequence of events all over again. It is a sick “Groundhog Day” deja vu. But when does the uncomfortableness of the mask outweigh my responsibility to my family and friends to keep them safe? It doesn’t. There is no amount of pity to outweigh the fact that wearing a mask is more for others than for me. Going from selfish to selfless is a sign of maturity, especially for a menopausal 53-year old. Saturday Sports and Sunday Ch
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You just thought you knew everything there is to know about me, huh? Let's see....I am a teacher....check....huge Tennessee fan...check....hate raisins...check....a Christian...check...loves music...check...former hitch hiker....check..no wait...what? Ah, so you DON'T know everything about me! Okay, let's start with the latter... 10. I went to Europe the first time as a junior at Lenoir-Rhyne. I was with a family from LR, and then we also traveled with two guys from New York and a girl from Canada. Most of the group went to ski. Me...I tried skiing for 30 minutes and almost did not live to tell about it. So I went sightseeing, and how do you sight see in Europe? Hitch hike!! It was totally safe, and I was always with someone in the group, usually. And I decided it was best not to share this news with my parents until AFTER I returned from Europe! 9. I have a hard time telling my left from my right. I have to stop and think about it almost every time. Ask my husband and

And 15 months later.....She's back!

I have had several folks "ask" for me to start blogging again. So, I have succumbed to the pressure of sharing my crazy life with the world again! Today, I have felt more like a counselor than a teacher. I guess both jobs go hand-in-hand as I have found an effective teacher wears many hats: mom, dad, coach, referee, entertainer, comedian, nurse, doctor, custodian, librarian, media specialist, babysitter, and oh yeah, counselor and teacher. Yesterday, one of my kids lost her dad to cancer. She was brave enough to be with him when he left this world. I could never have done that at 15. I could not even look at someone dead at 15, let alone my parent. Then another student, who lost his mom to cancer several years ago, felt responsible for her death because of his bad behavior. Can you imagine carrying around that load all these years? That you felt that you deserved for your mom to die because of your bad behavior? A conversation with another student last week led to church

A Dose of Reality

   Last Sunday was just an amazing day! We had such an awesome worship time at church, a restful nap that afternoon, and a relaxing evening at home. Little did I know that in three days, many lives in our community would be changed forever...    It had been a rough day for me. I was having a lot of back, neck and shoulder pain and had stayed home from school to rest and get an adjustment from Monica that afternoon to relieve some of the pain. I had brought in dinner from J&S, and we finished eating just in time for Mike to head to church. It was 6:00 PM, January 11, 2012. I was doing something in the kitchen when Brit said that we were in a tornado warning. I knew the weather was rainy and windy, but a tornado? In January? As I turned to track the weather, I quickly realized it was in Icard - the town where my church, family and friends were and where Mike had headed out to just a few minutes ago. Bouncing between Facebook and Twitter, Brit and I sat in shock as we watched WBTV de

Fear of being "Caught in the Act"

     I must say that I could write a book of all the stupid things I have done in my lifetime and probably fill up the Library of Congress! No really.....I am notorious for doing the dumbest things at the most inopportune time.  This morning as I was driving to school, several of these faux pas (is there a plural of faux pas?) came rushing to my mind. Luckily I was by myself at the time this incident occurred, but the thought of being "Caught in the Act" brought feelings of despair and extreme embarrassment!  Oh well, here goes.....      Yesterday, I bought some of those flossing placker things that looks like a toothpick but have dental floss on them, too.  I actually spent several minutes at Rite Aid looking at the different brands and prices, trying to figure out what was the best ones for me. I chose one that was reasonably priced, had a rather good amount in the packet, and seemed a fair quality of placker-thingy. My purpose is to starting flossing my teeth after having

Why? Where? When? What? Who?

     About five minutes ago, Tim Tebow and the Broncos charged their way into another win in the NFL Playoffs. Not only was it the first game with the new Overtime rules (which I am still trying to process), but it was another chance for the media to take a poke at Tebow's faith. Did you see the NFL commentators after the game?? Do you believe Tebow has what it takes to win another game next week? And their response?? Bowing their heads as if in prayer. Was this meant to put down Tebow...again....or are they beginning to eat their words...again?  For most of the season, Tim Tebow has been ridiculed, put down, questioned, and scoffed because of his faith on and off the football field.  So my question is...Why?      Why so much coverage about Tebow's faith in Christ? Why not share some "love" with other players who share their beliefs? What about the Rastafarian's (those with the long dred locks)? Why not pick on them about their faith?      Why not give some ti

Are you in need?

Tomorrow morning during our time of Praise and Worship, we are singing a song that just gets me everytime. This song reminds me that in my time of need, no matter what the situation, I ALWAYS have someone to rescue me! Tomorrow, 9am, First Baptist Icard...."Jesus Saves!" "Jesus Saves" by Travis Cottrell and Prestonwood Baptist Church