changes...

A new leaf is turning, and I am not feeling d-o-w-n with it at the moment. Ya know, I get a little irked when I meet teachers who really don't have kid success at heart. They just need to retire already and just sell panties at Wal-Mart. I have met some like that where I am headed... With it being 4:30 in the morning, I am so burned by it I have been tossing for hours. It's quite obvious I haven't been bitten by the writing bug any time recently, but the time has come. I wrote this a moment ago in my writing notebook and feel like it's only one thing that is about to come to roost. I am about to glitter cannon some folks and start flipping tables...

Why PBIS isn't BS...

It wasn’t until 3 years ago I discovered PBIS. Before then, our campus was a big proponent of Capturing Kid’s Hearts. I was always felt pretty stellar about building relationships with kids, but it was good to see there was finally a district push to get people on the happy train. I say this positively, but in all honesty, the during the days of the PBS training, I was less than jovial. I was a little over 2 months pregnant and green in the face. My big gulp of 7-UP and the giant stash of Preggo Pops and Saltines indicated I was not down with this and just needed to go home already. The fact that my other half/teaching partner/guardian angel/savior/bff already got me in the know with CHAMPs and this gig years before didn’t add to the excitement, because I felt I could teach the workshop.

Fast forward 3 years, and due to budget cuts, I have lost the instructional strategist who has keep me sane and feeling smart for the last nearly 5 years, and my teaching partner left me for to “take care of her family”, what. ev. Being a praying gal, I prayed incessantly for God to take care of me and to help me everyday, as I had lost my rocks. I wasn’t too confident I knew much, but He was going to show me just how much I DO know, and make me look real good at it. Well, that, and slapping me with a holy 2X4 to prep me for the hell I am jumping into this school year, but that is a different story in itself. There were several instances this last school year that really concreted for me just what PBIS means. It wasn’t really until they all slammed in my face the last 2 or so months of school.

In March, I take the walk of shame to snatch up my STAAR testing materials and my fearless leader, I mean, principal, tells me I am going to have a new darling in my testing group. She tells me, "We don’t know much about him, but this is the first time he has been in a public school in a while. He has been tossed around in foster care and has been in a residential facility for the last year or so. He needs some love, and I wanted him to be in your group.” When I meet Brandon, all 6’3” of him, he is being escorted to my room by our Focus director and our SRO. I am being told that he is going to be in our SLC, and that someone will be outside the door in case I need something. “Oooooook”, I say and pray that the day goes well. It’s true. That baby just needed some love. No one had smiled at him or showed him that they cared in his whole life. The second day of testing, he was with me and we got to talk for a while before the other kids came down. He told me that it freaked him out a little bit that all the teachers had been so nice to him. After those 2 days, I was told he was going to be in my class because we had done so well together. I never had a single problem with Brandon while I had him. PBIS did magic things for him. Being almost 16 and in the 7^th grade did not give him much hopes in societies eyes by any means. By the end of the year, he was calling me Mom, and sometimes came to me instead of wanting help from Focus. He begged me to be his teacher next year, like they all do, and I saw in him a changed child. Coming from such horrid abuse, being tossed around like no one cared about him, and being written off by most of the world, Brandon wasn’t supposed to be successful. But he was.

In April, Justin, a former student of mine 3 years prior, passed away the day after a horrid battle with Leukemia. Upon attending his funeral, I saw the “who’s who” of previous students. Ones I adored with all of my heart, and ones I felt like strangling a time or two. It was hard to get into the foyer of the funeral home, as I kept getting wrapped up over and over again in the arms of crying students. Boys and girls alike. They all went on and on about how much it meant for them that I was there, and then they started begging for me to come teach at the High School. I was told by some how I was “still their favorite” and you know that when they say things like that 3 and 4 years after leaving your room, they mean it. At least… you hope. As I make it to the entrance of the service, I stop to sign the guest book. As I do, 2 large arms wrap me up and begin lifting me off the floor. I spin around to find the tear stained face of Nito, a 6 something 300 pound teddy bear I had taught the same year as I had Justin. “Mizz Dub! He said, “I can’t believe you are here! It means to much to us, and I know it would mean a lot to Justin if he only knew you were here.  We miss you.” It really concreted to me that building relationships with kids makes a difference.

May rolls around, and Amber is in the office with the SRO, principal, nurse, CIS counselor and there are tears happening. Amber has tried without success to kill herself that morning by jumping out of the moving school bus window. She tells me this the next day along with her journey to Shoal Creek and being on suicide watch. The apologizes for not being at school, which I didn’t think much of because she had been in and out of homebound for one weird reason than another that school year. Then she tells me the one thing I won’t forget. She asks me if she can get her work from her other teachers because she is kind of in a bad place, and tells me she feels safe in my room and just wants to work in there for the rest of the day. Never being asked this before, I made it happen, gladly and she sat at my desk the rest of the day doing her work and taking breaks to do odd jobs for me. I made it a point after that to give her a hug and tell her how glad I was she was at school after that. By God, if she wasn’t in my class nearly every day the rest of the school year, more than I had seen her the whole semester.

There are countless others... I also think of sweet, sweet Juan who's dad died the previous year, won't work for me or anyone else, but says to another teacher I am the only teacher he feels cares about him because every day whether he likes it or not, I tell him I am glad he is in my class...

You may not catch them all, and while I DO think hands down I am good at what I do, regardless of what you think, YOU DO make a difference as a teacher in the lives of students. While it may not feel like it is your “job” to be their mom, dad, pastor, counselor, mentor, teacher, circus ring leader, etc. It really is. You may be the only positive part of their day, and having positive relationships with kids makes all the difference. If you aren’t aboard the train, you are gonna miss something. Big time.

What they don't know, is I feel really moved to share this story. Being a part of the PBIS "team" we are making a big presentation this week. Being the new kid in town, I didn't score voice time, but I think that may change after a powerful email gets sent I haven't written yet. 

My porch is a place I can let it all out, and safe to say, there is gonna be a lotta lettin' this year. 

Fast forward, let's say... almost 3 months

So, same post second verse. Let's just say I get the motor going and then run out of gas. I am starting the book over, starting tomorrow. I have 2 rooms left to combat-boot, zombie apocalypse conquer until I feel ready to go head first again into the Mary/Martha project. The distraction? Homemade cleaning products!! This will help the project, but at the same time, I find myself creating more and more cleaning things.

I have much to tell, much to show, but for right now... I want to talk about soap.

Today, I made a 20 load batch of powdered laundry soap (at the cost of about $1) and 5 gallons of liquid laundry soap, at around $1.50. HOLY CLEAN CLOTHES, BATMAN!!!

I can't wait to try it out. I found various recipes on pinterest, but the one I fell in love with was a version of Michelle Duggar's. I just ended up going to her family website (EEK!) and making it per her directions. I made 1/2 the recipe of liquid soap, because Momma ain't gotta bucket to hold 10 gallons of laundry soap! Then I stumbled upon her recipe for the powdered soap, and transformed the other 1/2 of my soap bar into it.

I have also discovered a serious love for castile soap.... LOVE! I have made a zillion things with it already. Sadly, the liquid love is $16 a bottle (32 oz)!! EEK! I found a bar version for $4, and this morning I converted it into 56 oz of liquid castile. Oh EM GEE! I am glad summer is here and I can make all this neat stuff. It's so easy, works wonderful, and I don't feel awful putting chemicals all over my house.

More to come,
JFTB

Game time.

It started as a project. Most of the time my house looks like something straight up out of Hoarders. It isn't because I am lazy, it isn't because I don't care. It isn't because I dislike cleaning.... it stems from being too busy-- too many plates spinning. I am a mother of a toddler, a teacher, and a coach's wife. The first two keep me insanely busy. Especially #1. When it's basketball season, I roll single Mama style. It just plain sucks to be a teacher right now. Period. That alone has me stressed to the point I go to bed secretly in tears. 


Christmas Eve, I received a super surprise gift from my in-laws-- a Kindle Fire. It was the only thing I could think of I REALLY wanted for Christmas, but it was one of those gifts you ask for on your list, but never really expect to get it. This spiraled into an all out frenzy on reading. The last time I read a book was 2008 when I had the flu, and for whatever reason, thought reading Twilight would be a good idea. It's been my aspiration to be the best wife and momma I can be. Christmas Day, when all the presents were unwrapped, and everyone was on pins and needles waiting for Mom's smorgasbord to unfold from the oven, I purchased this book:

I heart the author a real whole lot. She is a lot like me.... check out this from the first pages. She is referencing the "ideal" woman the bible describes in Proverbs 31.

Like her, I had some things to think about. I finished the book yesterday. While it didn't really give me any closure, I related to the author real well. It is just about impossible in today's world to be the epitome of a "perfect" mother and wife, ALL THE TIME. Homegirl, Sara Horn was keepin' it real. She tried, she wasn't perfect, she may not have been even great at times, but what she did do, was give it her all and be the best she could be for her family. I got another book today, which was suggested to me after I read that one (thanks Amazon). 

It was a kick butt $4.99 and I am stoked about reading it. There is a little devotional, followed by a Martha and a Mary challenge. It is based off of Lazarus's sisters Mary and Martha. In Luke, it tells of the two: 

"She [Martha] had a sister called Mary, who also sat at Jesus' feet and heard His word. But Martha was distracted with much serving, and she approached Him and said, 'Lord, do You not care that my sister has left me to serve alone? Therefore tell her to help me.' And Jesus answered and said to her, 'Martha, Martha, you are worried and troubled about many things. But one thing is needed, and Mary has chosen that good part, which will not be taken from her' " (Luke 10:39-42




).

Martha was OCD and was worried about making the house perfect and being the super star hostess with the most-ess. Mary was a social girl, like myself. She sat and visited (with coffee in hand? Starbucks, maybe?) with Jesus. I consider myself a Mary kind of girl. I heart visiting with people. I am a talker. My dad gave me the nickname "Mouth of the South" when I was little, because I never, ever shut up. It's still true today. (Thanks ADHD.) This book is 31 days of challenges to clean up your life, your home, your thoughts, your spirit. I can't wait. Yesterday was day 1. Day one reads like this: (Thanks to the author's website for sharing)

Day 1 – Why Clean?

I have a question for you: Why do you want a clean home? That may sound like a silly question, but I think it’s important that YOU discover for yourself why you want a clean home, and I’m not just talking about the need to keep the roaches away. If you do not own your reasons, you will be unmotivated and quite frankly, bored with the whole idea of persevering in cleaning. However, if you can name it, you can claim it; you can and will be much more motivated to keep going towards your goal. I believe that if you can generate a list of the “whys” then you will be able to look on them and remind yourself day in and day out why you are spending time on the “mundane” things that never seem to stay accomplished. YOU need to have purpose in what you’re doing, you need vision, or you will continue to stay in a rut. Once you figure the “why” key out, you will already be one step ahead of yourself.

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Mary Challenge: Identify specific reasons you want to make your home a haven, and then complete a mission statement based on those reasons.

Write down on a piece of paper exactly why you want a clean home. Be specific. Maybe your mission will be in the form of a paragraph, a poem, or a list. Consider adding a verse or a quote that motivates you. When you are finished, it should take you no longer than a minute to read over your “mission statement.”  Now dress it up! Make it pretty, put it in a frame, just be creative and have fun! Put it somewhere where you can see it every day.

Martha Challenge: Look over all of the Martha challenges in this book and make a list of any supplies you need to get – organizing supplies, cleaning supplies, etc.

 The Mary answer was simple. I chose to rep it in a single picture.

For my picture perfect family. 

So today, it was on like Donkey Kong. After applying some awesome nail polish strippy things last night, when I got home from church, I donned one of my prized scarfs I got from my Nanny's things (It was one of the scarves she wore when she had breast cancer, if that doesn't say power I don't know what does. She was also the Queen Bee of cleaning, my hero, my everything...) and put on my game face.

Not serious enough? Well, my bushes didn't think I was either...

Today it was on. I decided I would make some homemade quiche and French onion soup. Today's Mary challenge was to do something to show your family love. What better way than with food? The recipe is from Smitten Kitchen (Thanks Mama-O), and I feel was super duper easy. Here is the soup... told in pictures. (You can click the link to the recipe.)

 I hate cutting onions... especially yellow ones. 

They sit and get happy for 15 minutes....

Then the caramelizing magic begins.... for an hour.

This quite doesn't do it justice. This soup was the most insanely delicious thing I have ever cooked. Ever.

Quiche, you say? How did I do that? Well.... it was a little like this:

Take 1 sleeve of wheat Ritz ('cause we roll with the whole wheat 'round here...), place them in a freezer bag, give your toddler a rolling pin and teach him to hit things... Ok, just the bag.

 Ready?

SMACK!!!!!

Then mix with a stick of melted butter... yum. I put in some Zach's Garlic Pepper too... because I can.

Then press into muffin tins, and bake at 350 until you feel good about it.

Asparagus mustachio? Mmmmmmm hmmm..

This is 8 eggs, some milk, some heavy cream... swiss and provolone cheese, sliced turkey meat, asparagus, spinach, S & P. Bake until happy at 350...

How cute is that?

Boo boo thought it was a nummy-num supper-bite.

Oh, and today's Martha challenge was to clean out the fridge. Which the hubby and I coincidentally did yesterday! (With some help...)

...and that is only just day 1 (ok, and 2). I'm prayfully staying tuned for the other 29 days. We'll keep ya posted.

I less than 3 you.

This about sums it up...

You complete me, Mini-me.

Today made me smile.

I had make up and hair do-age in full effect, Mama-O in the hizzle, makes for a smiley JFTB fo shizzle!

Even if my students act like total poo-poos this week, I can already call it a good week. Fuzzy Friday can't get here fast enough. It'll be Fuzzy Friday... extra fuzzy, just like old times.

Me Gusta.

There is much happiness in the land, and it smells like fish... sort of.

Last night, I got to spend some time with my BFF-FF-FFF (aka The General). I got to sous chef some delightful ligurian fish stew, and plan for an all out jihad on bad writing. Ok, bad writing may be stretching it, and if heard from the ears of my students (or their parentals for that matter...) would cause many to be in therapy for years to come. The heart of the matter is, this is a rough year for me as a writer and a teacher of all things writing. I have a group this year of some struggling writers, who have ear muffed all my pleas of syntax, and my incessant calls to arm themselves with the plumes of writing awesomeness.

This week though, it fiddin' to go down. There will be a trifecta of teachage happening. It's gonna rock.

Right now, I am feeling a little like Linus with a "fresh out of the dryer" blankie. ````and `that my friends, it happiness... (kind of like all the ACCE!NT!S and other weird typing THAT is the result of your keyboard being hi-jacked by a 1 year old.... He's a blogger in training.)

You suck at writing

Yep. I do. No blog since the New Year. Ugh... This one is uber forced, as I don't feel like writing at all right now (gasp!) My baby turned one though 4 days ago. I still can't capture it all in words, but I am remembering even through the insane tired new Mommy fog, the sense of absolute euphoric insane love I felt (and still feel) for my little man. It warms me up and coasts me through moments like this, when I really just want to hide under the covers and pretend that my dreams are real life.