I have been remiss in journaling and I intend to improve that. Today I presented at a 4th grade writing camp at South Hills Elementary in FWISD. It is always enlightening to see where other writer's are on the continuum, and we, as a district, have so very far to go...but I see progress--progress pockets, at least.
I am looking forward to a respite with my husband and daughter this weekend...cha-ching go the coins as I win BIG in Shreveport... :)
Friday, January 25, 2008
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Pat's Lesson
My Dad and I twisting to Chubby Checkers
Come on let’s twist again
Come on and twist again would echo through the house
Like we did last summer
My Dad was an excellent snapper—I tried and tried to snap like he could
Come on let’s twist again
We would dance until my mother would send the dog into the room with a note shoved in his collar
Like we did last year
Telling us to STOP and come eat dinner
Do you remember when, things were really hummin’?
Boy, I hated to stop
Come on let’s twist again, like we did last year…
Come on let’s twist again
Come on and twist again would echo through the house
Like we did last summer
My Dad was an excellent snapper—I tried and tried to snap like he could
Come on let’s twist again
We would dance until my mother would send the dog into the room with a note shoved in his collar
Like we did last year
Telling us to STOP and come eat dinner
Do you remember when, things were really hummin’?
Boy, I hated to stop
Come on let’s twist again, like we did last year…
Monday, July 30, 2007
My Name Is Joyce...
My name is Joyce, which I was lead to believe was French and meant joyful, but after looking today, it appears it is English AND means Little Lord. Hummmm…I don’t know about this Little Lord business! Do they not realize this royal being is used to being the Queen? Little Lord—no, the Bahama Mama maybe or Tahiti Mimi (most definitely).
If my name were a number, it would be my favorite number 8. Eight is an infinity symbol when you turn it on it’s side. I like that; never ending. My name is connected to my grandmother and even though she isn’t on earth anymore, I still feel her loving me—never ending. If my name were a color, it would have to be a shade of pink. My world is pink. Love pink…didn’t so much when I was younger, but now, the world revolves around pink. My notepad says it is “an attitude”. I believe it.
My name was chosen by my grandmother, which has so much significance in my life, which will unfold as I tell you about my name. Joyce if French and means, well, Joyful. My grandmother chose the name and my mother liked it. Like my name, I was chosen. I heard all my life that my mother carried me in her heart for 9 months, instead of under it like all of my friends. At five, I had no idea what that meant, but I knew I was special.
Not only did my Grandmother help my mother choose my name, but we shared the same birthday. It is not a coincidence, but a layer that added closeness to my grandmother. She would have been 100 this year, and my birthdays are not quite as rich, since she left…but I do have Bailey’s birthday one week before my birthday and Zach’s birthday one day AFTER my birthday.
People usually respond to my name by saying, “My Aunt was named Joyce.” Or, “My great-great-great-great niece was named Joyce.” Great, I think to myself, old women and dead women. You don’t hear about new births being named Joyce.
If my name were a number, it would be my favorite number 8. Eight is an infinity symbol when you turn it on it’s side. I like that; never ending. My name is connected to my grandmother and even though she isn’t on earth anymore, I still feel her loving me—never ending. If my name were a color, it would have to be a shade of pink. My world is pink. Love pink…didn’t so much when I was younger, but now, the world revolves around pink. My notepad says it is “an attitude”. I believe it.
My name was chosen by my grandmother, which has so much significance in my life, which will unfold as I tell you about my name. Joyce if French and means, well, Joyful. My grandmother chose the name and my mother liked it. Like my name, I was chosen. I heard all my life that my mother carried me in her heart for 9 months, instead of under it like all of my friends. At five, I had no idea what that meant, but I knew I was special.
Not only did my Grandmother help my mother choose my name, but we shared the same birthday. It is not a coincidence, but a layer that added closeness to my grandmother. She would have been 100 this year, and my birthdays are not quite as rich, since she left…but I do have Bailey’s birthday one week before my birthday and Zach’s birthday one day AFTER my birthday.
People usually respond to my name by saying, “My Aunt was named Joyce.” Or, “My great-great-great-great niece was named Joyce.” Great, I think to myself, old women and dead women. You don’t hear about new births being named Joyce.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
River Legacy Voice Thread Slideshow
Here is the link to my River Legacy Experience...I'm not as advanced as Janelle or Master Scott, but I was able to add written comments...great fun!
Joyce :)
Joyce :)
Thursday, July 19, 2007
River Legacy~
Wow! What an experience. I have a PowerPoint, but after viewing Janelle's new information, I will have my NEW, IMPROVED, presentation ready by Monday.
We are such a great learning community of writers!
We are such a great learning community of writers!
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Teaching Demonstration
Hi Bluebonnets!
My lesson can be found here: Joyce's Teaching Demonstration
Have a great day! Don't forget to send me my response letter!
Joyce :)
My lesson can be found here: Joyce's Teaching Demonstration
Have a great day! Don't forget to send me my response letter!
Joyce :)
Thursday, July 12, 2007
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This is Dusty Roades with your afternoon drive report:
There was a low pressure front moving in from the Missing Piece and the Big O area, but there were just a few sprinkles where storms bubbled up. The wind shifted by the afternoon and there was a MAJOR high pressure front, bringing brilliant memories and loads of funshine by the 1:00 hour.
The day wrapped with a rainbow appearing over the UTA listening area.