Tuesday, June 9, 2009

What shall I cook for the last day of school?






Yesterday, I was in my glory. And the winner is... Evelyn Walker! We got a secret email, saying you might want to go to the award ceremony, your student is winning an award. She got 2! Surprise! We were there to enjoy her day with her. Loads and loads of pictures we took with her friends. She is so cute with her group. She won a PE award and a character award and I was so pleased. No need for sour grape speeches as with En. She won A/B honors for the semester and is running into 8th grade fully engaged. I think Highschool will be a breeze for her.
I love Anne Murray and when I opened the sewing machine, for an entire day I was singing the songs of Anne Murray. Grandma would take out Anne Murray, everytime I came over, I can't sing "You needed me" that is too emotional, but anything else is rejoicing music to me in honor of my new sewing machine.
I love this season of seeing my Enoch who is so much like my father. I understand so much more why he and I were so close. He could see that I was so much like his sister and wanted to guide me through the mine fields of my personality. I still have some of the fingerprints of his heavy pressing on my personality to prove that he loved me. Love and over concern and I am trying to do the opposite with my alterego. Hands off unless requested. It is fun, but challenging.
Another year and should I make peach cobbler for the last day, Naaa! Ice pops for the year end. Ezra was bragging this morning. Mom, I didn't get in trouble all year. I said yes you did. We got letters home a couple of times about you. He said, okay, let's don't talk about it. I said Thursday I am going to interview your remembrance of Kindergarten. He's is a trip.
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Joanne Bodden said...

That's funny !!! Ezra is like me ; selective memories. I think I am have a moment realizing how many remarkable children you have~ Evvy is getting a surprise award? That is great! I so wish I could see it I'd be front row you know me. Cheering. I know that Anne Murray is a killer... I like Kenny Loggins you have on your page it is amazing. Do you think you can come up soon? I know how hard that can be but I'd love to see you soon. You are only like Aunt Lorraine because of Dad. That may not be such a bad thing. There is good & bad in everything. Keep it coming these posts are great !
Love you,
Jo

June 9, 2009 at 9:08 AM
jackie said...

love to read them to but i cant remember my darn password ever
wish i was there too

June 10, 2009 at 1:43 AM
jackie said...

ok now i got yeepee
how jayne doing ...hi jo i finaly found it
i love the blogs .. i love elijah having time with the walker crew also......
congrats to evvy and emly
please kiss everone for me
favorite sister jackie

June 10, 2009 at 1:46 AM

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Title- The Studious One!

Title- The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme

A VISIT TO PAPA











Are you going to Mary Immaculate?

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



Remember me to the one who lived there,



He once was a true love of mine,



Tell him to buy me an acre of land,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,



Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,



Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,



Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.



Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



After your done 50 pushups



and jog down the West Side Highway,



Then he’ll be a true love of mine…

(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)





He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.