tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75891081740958405442024-02-07T13:01:39.452-08:00Shreds of my MindLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01955410808513879596noreply@blogger.comBlogger185125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589108174095840544.post-39940464603337724542017-03-29T14:29:00.001-07:002017-03-29T14:29:14.500-07:00SOLC #29/31 6-Word Memoir <div style="text-align: right;"><i>I saw this on a link for my media center kids. I wanted to try it - as another slicer did. Here is it: </i></div><div><br></div><div>Joyful with gratitude and blessed abundance </div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01955410808513879596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589108174095840544.post-42832725750707313542017-03-26T11:26:00.001-07:002017-03-26T11:27:11.964-07:00SOLC #26/31 Passing Cars<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Finished my book, played my phone game, napped, now I'm bored:</i></div><div><br></div>I thought this might be fun - Cars passing us / we're passing:<div>Toyota - midnight </div><div>Chevy - cherry </div><div>Lincoln - noir</div><div>Toyota - creamy gold</div><div>Ford - crimson</div><div>GMC Truck - big and fast </div><div>Subaru - blue (past us)</div><div>Honda - snow</div><div>Lincoln - pearl</div><div>Dodge Ram pulling Horse trailer - white and silver </div><div>Nissan - redhot</div><div>Toyota - morning mist</div><div>Nissan - Hawaiian sand </div><div>Mitsubishi- quick silver</div><div>Infinity - infinity </div><div>VW beetle - vintage orange - awesome! </div><div>Jeep - grape (yes, I think I'm done- can't top that one) </div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> After reading this idea to my husband he was eager to help! It was surprisingly entertaining. </span></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01955410808513879596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589108174095840544.post-24766859966837610552017-03-25T15:25:00.001-07:002017-03-25T15:25:07.283-07:00SOLC #25/31 A Beautiful Gift from A Neighbor<div style="text-align: center;"><i>This came to me today - a priceless gift from a wonderful neighbor. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br></i></div><div>'Hey Ellie, hi Lisa,' called our neighbor as he was coming around the side of our house. 'I saw you sitting on this stump when I drove by earlier.'<img id="id_ad62_d71f_a4fa_9567" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG49Yy6pvCQRTu7YJ7v8GAcWkbX6Y8hlxcjHiMYhsxZEmPDgIRLEEz2INCaDkC1cj3-0eHhzK2sRXLVUDDFiVR41kOm9-_u5JuD1GggKh-ogMqmrZWzSw6hLQsEJtbOEu9iJ61C_fhAz4/" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 130px; height: auto; margin: 4px; float: right; display: block;"> <div> 'We are waiting for Dad to get home from a conference. It's beautiful out, thought we would sit here and wait.'</div><div> 'I just wanted to give you this.' </div><div>He pulled out a ribbon-bedecked bottle opener, perfectly crafted with a satin-smooth finish, and gently placed in into my palm. 'I made this for you from your apple tree they had to cut down. I know how much it meant to you. Maybe this can be a reminder of how we all enjoyed those apples. I know how much you loved that little tree.'</div><div> <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">'I absolutely love it Chris - I can't believe you made this for me,' I said as I gently caressed it, wiping away the tears gathering under my lashes. </span></div><div> 'I just split one of the little apple tree logs, baked it for two days to get the moisture out, then put it on the lathe. It wasn't hard.' </div><div> Holding that little piece of tree in my hand was amazing. I was beyond touched - I cried. </div><div> He will never know how much this means to me, the memories it holds for our family: 24 years of apples, pies, cobblers, applesauce, shaded blanket-stories on a hot afternoon, our sweet puppy finding her final resting nap there. </div><div>What a beautiful, thoughtful gift - trruly priceless. </div><div><br></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01955410808513879596noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589108174095840544.post-22527658465234776382017-03-24T18:28:00.001-07:002017-03-24T18:28:36.515-07:00SOLC #24/31 Spine Poetry <div style="text-align: center;"><i>As a media specialist I work in our school Media Center, surrounded by books. I LOVE my job - would probably do it for free - but don't tell! 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<i>This came to me as I watched my son, a senior in HS, give his monthly update to the board of education, as is his duty as a student liaison. He also got to present tonight, to the board of ed, with another Senior - both Student Athletic Innovators. They work with the athletic department during 4th block.</i></div>
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Watching my son talk to a room full of adults was a proud moment for me<br />
He didn't say 'um,' he didn't hem and haw<br />
His words were well chosen, sentences and thoughts completed<br />
He and the other 'Innovator' expertly took turns - giving the go-ahead on different topics to cover<br />
'Figure it out' is the quote these two hear daily<br />
Work it out is what they do.<br />
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Seeing how he was so comfortable in front of of adults swelled my heart<br />
He is a great kid, full of fun, laughter and intelligence<br />
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Fantastic weekend - fast and furious - totally exhausting celebrating my birthday. Absolutely worth every missed minute of sleep.<br />
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School early - crazy busy all day<br />
On my feet minus 10 minutes for lunch<br />
Girl Scouting with 12<br />
Cooking up Chicken tacos<br />
#besthusbandever cleaned up<br />
Passed on Zumba<br />
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Perfect start to another crazy weekLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01955410808513879596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589108174095840544.post-47928909997108940792017-03-17T14:06:00.001-07:002017-03-17T14:06:06.667-07:00SOLC #17/31 Favorite quote<div style="text-align: center;">
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<b>'We cannot all do great things, but we can all do small things with great love.'</b> Mother Teresa<br />
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How many times do I get frustrated when I hear about an injustice being done or a travesty happening that I cannot control or even help? It seems like it's everywhere- our community, our country, across the globe.<br />
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Even in my daily chores, I'm going to work on doing small things with great love - even the housework. Creating a beautiful, cozy home for the amazing family I am blessed to have. I may not be able to change the big things, but I can always create change doing 'small things with great love.'<br />
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Are the kids gone?Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01955410808513879596noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589108174095840544.post-9099242803618472672017-03-14T17:15:00.001-07:002017-03-14T17:15:03.142-07:00SOLC #14/31 Prepping<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>This came to me as I was preparing my birthday cake for tomorrow: </i></div>
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Mixing and measuring for perfect amounts<br />
Wiping up chocolate cake batter splashes<br />
Washing the chocolate-coated bowl<br />
Smelling the sweet scent of baked cake<br />
Cooling the delicacy on a black rack<br />
Slicing flat the rounded top<br />
Sandwiching delicious frosting between layers<br />
Baking for me - a gift to myselfLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01955410808513879596noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589108174095840544.post-66939810988921474692017-03-12T12:28:00.001-07:002017-03-12T12:28:28.799-07:00SOLC #12/32 A Description - can you guess? <div style="text-align: center;"><i>I want to slice a description of something today. It sounded like a fun challenge. Looking around, I spotted it... </i></div><div><br></div><div>Looking out </div><div>Winter branches</div><div>Emerging buds</div><div>Misty layered clouds</div><div>Almost-Spring sky</div><div>Clear, wide expanse </div><div>Metal divider</div><div>Vintage marble sill</div><div>Double panes </div><div>Curtain exterior </div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Looking in</span></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01955410808513879596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589108174095840544.post-15491229411546668822017-03-11T10:22:00.000-08:002017-03-11T10:22:03.568-08:00SOLSC #10/31 Greeting Cards<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>I've always wanted to write greeting cards - just to see how fun it would be and what I could come up with. Most of them are terribly written, have awful rhymes, and just leave me shaking my head of why I would even want to make the investment. If anyone is interested, feel free to use these instead of spending 5.99 on a Hallmark moment.</i></div>
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For that Ex:<br />
Roses are Red<br />
Violets are Blue<br />
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Nothing here - yeah - get used to it<br />
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For my Brother<br />
You knew me when I was little<br />
You teased me as I grew<br />
(Open card)<br />
You now have a wife to harass - I would prefer that you do.<br />
Have a great day!<br />
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For my Husband<br />
I love you today<br />
I'll love you tomorrow<br />
(Open card)<br />
If you clean up the house I'll not have to holler. <br />
Happy Sweetest Day<br />
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For my Mom<br />
You know I'm the best<br />
I've always been your girl<br />
So gather the boys<br />
(Open Card)<br />
And have them come grill.<br />
Happy Mother's Day<br />
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For my children<br />
I love being your mom<br />
You make me smile and laugh<br />
Enjoy living with me<br />
(Open card)<br />
It surely won't last<br />
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<br />Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01955410808513879596noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589108174095840544.post-86585276474367876112017-03-10T14:34:00.002-08:002017-03-10T14:34:54.853-08:00SOLC #10/31 Guest Slicer<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>This slice is from my guest blogger, a young woman I sliced about in an earlier post. It was a special gift in my inbox today at work hat made me pause and smile.... She was thrilled when I told her I was going to use if for my slice - that others might read it, but none would judge. She liked the idea of that. </i></div>
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Shelf books or read poetry<br />
Read, study, or cut<br />
No matter what I do with you<br />
You always make it fun<br />
I am thirteen yes this is true<br />
But no one understands me<br />
The way you always do<br />
You give me a reason to smile any hour of the day<br />
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You're a true inspiration and your cheeriness shines bright<br />
Because of you I share it too the cheeriness is now also mine<br />
I'm so thankful for you and the ear you always lend.<br />
I truly do appreciate you being a librarian and a true friend.<br />
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<br />Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01955410808513879596noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589108174095840544.post-76103052862922401122017-03-09T18:02:00.004-08:002017-03-09T18:03:14.497-08:00SOLC #9/31 Sun Rise<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>This came to me on my drive to work. I get to take a beautiful route through back roads, trees, open fields, hills and rivers. Sometimes it's hard to pay attention to the road- like today.</i></div>
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Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01955410808513879596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589108174095840544.post-89822981174163209032017-03-08T13:57:00.000-08:002017-03-08T17:34:44.889-08:00SOLC #8/31 Poetry discussion<div style="text-align: center;">
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'Hi N, what's up?'<br />
'I'm just bored, ' she smiled. <br />
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'Ok, you can hang out here, just give me a minute.'<br />
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Chromebooks checked out, others charged, library books reserved and borrowed, pledge said and 100 questions answered.<br />
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"Come talk to me while I reshelve these books."<br />
'Ok. You know, I love to write - especially poetry,' she adds, walking around the library with her chrome book open. 'Sometimes I write really dark things, and I don't know why. I'm a happy person - so it's odd. But I like it.'<br />
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'You know,' I said thinking, 'Sometimes we explore feelings through writing - whether they are our own feelings or someone else's. It's a healthy way to think about a variety of emotions, who we are, who we want to be, even our insecurities.'<br />
'I hadn't thought about that. Can I read you some?'<br />
'I'd love to hear them.'<br />
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Within those precious 30 minutes together, I was privy to a vulnerable young woman's funny, sometimes dark, emotional writing. She made it perfectly clear that entering poetry contests weren't her thing - 'I don't like people judging my writing.' I smiled, wondering if she felt personally judged as opposed to just her writing. I'm thinking I get that.... : )<br />
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Talking writing with a lovely young lady was a wonderful addition to my already fabulous job. What a great start to our great day. Can't wait to see what she wrote last night!<br />
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<br />Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01955410808513879596noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589108174095840544.post-61465379326920927092017-03-07T16:18:00.001-08:002017-03-07T16:18:22.106-08:00SOLC #7/31 Letter to Me<div style="text-align: center;">
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My Dearest Lisa,<br />
At age 7: How are you? I know it's not always fun work at the restaurant, but keep it up! The skills you are learning will be invaluable. I know how you hate to seat people but talking to customers will help you teach children, earn Mary Kay cars, and hold other exciting jobs and positions.<br />
And those awful gymnastics lessons - you'll never have to stuff yourself into a leotard again or do a walk-over, so don't sweat it.<br />
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At age 10: Thank your Girl Scout leader, appreciate her and learn from her. She is a true gem - be willing to give back as she did for you. And quick glimpse - Samoa cookies are going to be awesome and thin mints will still be a hit.<br />
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At age 14: Enjoy the Homecoming dance this year. It will be one of the best. And your date - you know, that obnoxious friend of Tony's - don't be too mean to him - he really cares about you. Just trust me on this one.<br />
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At age 18: A little nervous about college? You will discover the amazing woman you are - and that it's fun to be YOU. Finding out about who you are, what you believe and how you work is the best part of college. Ok, flirting with that cute guy in Western Civ. is fun too. <br />
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At age 24: Wedding Day huh? Rain definitely means good luck. Don't worry that you woke up late, Dad cried all over your make-up down the aisle, or that you got prime rib juice on your dress. Learning to love unconditionally, pray for him (and you), and enjoying your life together is really what it's all about. <br />
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And by the way, you will love yourself at 48. You hold the job of your dreams, are faith-filled, love to laugh, and are surrounded by people you love. Always remember that God is good and that's why you are here. <br />
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I love you,<br />
Me<br />
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<i>This came to me from the Inspiration 'word picture' from <span style="background-color: #edeef0; font-family: 'Lucida Bright', Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ea9999;">3</span></span></i><span style="background-color: #edeef0; font-family: 'Lucida Bright', Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ea9999;">1 Slices to Inspire (Created with PSE 9.0 + a slew of free fonts + Ali Edwards Memory Circle from Designer Digitals). </span></span><span style="background-color: #edeef0; color: #7f7f7f; font-family: 'Lucida Bright', Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Bright', Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; text-align: center;">Thank you for the great ideas. Here's what I thought...</span></div>
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Did you see that last night?<br />
Can you believe they are coming out with a new season?<br />
Is she the same actress from that show, you know, the one with so-and-so in it?<br />
Did you see that historic series on HBO?<br />
Who played Michael on that police drama?<br />
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I get these questions frequently at work, from people just trying to make conversation. Typically, talking TV, most people can hold up their end of the conversation, stay engaged, even laugh. It's a good bonding experience.<br />
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Unless it's me.<br />
I'm pathetic.<br />
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My friends usually know better than to ask me. If they forget and start in with any of the aforementioned questions, they just get exasperated with my blank stare.<br />
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I know, it's me.<br />
I'm pathetic.<br />
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We haven't had cable in our home for 8 years. That means in order to even get a local channel, one child has to stand on his head while the other does push-ups. If either gets out of sink, hang it up because the picture goes blank (insert audible sigh here).<br />
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I know.<br />
It's pathetic.<br />
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Watching any sporting event is always super exciting. As the teams are tied, the best player runs to beat the clock, goes up for a last shot on goal/basket/touchdown, and.... You guessed it - picture goes out. Someone stopped standing on their head. <br />
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I know.<br />
Pathetic.<br />
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Reading, sewing, playing games, talking/listening, texting friends, emails, GS work, blogging, cooking, laundry, etc... seems to take up my days, among lots of other things. But it's what I enjoy - ok, not the emails and cleaning - let's be clear. As a family, the only TV we watch is sports, or cooking shows on vacation!! We don't stay up late and we don't have any TV's in our rooms.<br />
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I know, it's us.<br />
Happily pathetic.<br />
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<br />Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01955410808513879596noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589108174095840544.post-7583759335601986602017-03-05T13:22:00.003-08:002017-03-05T13:22:41.615-08:00SOLC #5/31 It Happens Quickly<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>I was inspired to write this, thanks to <a href="https://mbhmaine.wordpress.com/">Molly Hogan of Nix the Comfort Zone </a> on the 'Be Insprired' section of the Slice of Life. She suggested poetry. Thanks Molly! </i></div>
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First child is 20<br />
The second 18<br />
Days streaming through my hands as water in a fountain<br />
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Little one turned 9<br />
Me - 39 years her senior<br />
Years merging together while the planet continues its orbit<br />
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25 years of marriage<br />
28 years together<br />
Savoring the moments - loving that I'm an active participant<br />
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<br />Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01955410808513879596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589108174095840544.post-50794558124955724592017-03-04T15:35:00.002-08:002017-03-04T15:35:12.439-08:00SOLC #4/31 Enjoying the Weekend<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Sitting around with friends, I asked what I should write about for my slice today. Here's what they came up with: </i></div>
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Toddler Time</div>
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- my adorable niece with us today</div>
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Basketball </div>
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- two games today</div>
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Cookie Booth</div>
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- an hour of selling for Girl Scouts</div>
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Appetizers and Xavier basketball</div>
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Said Friends House</div>
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- two dogs, four kids, loud and fun</div>
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Dinner out</div>
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Laughter, Fun, Chaos</div>
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Craziness has defined the day and shaped it. Spending time with family and close friends is our weekend. It happens frequently and makes me smile through the week thinking back and looking ahead. </div>
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Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01955410808513879596noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589108174095840544.post-5912868768426186812017-03-03T16:59:00.000-08:002017-03-03T16:59:54.817-08:00SOLC #3/31 Books<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>I am surrounded by books all day because it's my job - the GREATEST JOB EVER! Many times, I just walk around, pick up something interesting, grab a perch and get engrossed. I am brand new at this job after teaching, etc... and am absolutely loving the kids and loving the books. This one is about the books.</i></div>
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The scent of Aging Paper<br />
Black and white photos peering out<br />
Crisp Corners<br />
Call numbers typed, not printed<br />
Wear signs across the spine<br />
Vintage Newbery sticker begging to be replaced<br />
Yellowed pages<br />
Careful hands caressing<br />
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Shiny Cover, crackly protection<br />
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Mass-printed on bright white </div>
Shiny Caldecott medal proudly glowing<br />
Demure pages with watercolor illustrations<br />
Bold strokes across slick white<br />
Eager hands grasping<br />
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Characters, conflict<br />
Adventure, plot, theme<br />
Front cover patiently waiting to be judged<br />
Backpage summary daring to be read<br />
Reviews and accolades<br />
$18.99<br />
Priceless<br />
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<br />Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01955410808513879596noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589108174095840544.post-84985727111741049322017-03-02T16:11:00.001-08:002017-03-02T16:11:07.295-08:00SOLC17 #2/31 Author Surprise!<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>As the new Media Specialist for a middle school, I LOVE to get recommendations about books - especially from students! They know what they like - whether we think it's stellar or not. However, I get to solicit students' opinions, and these two know what they like. Plot, character, conflict - these are evident to them and guide their thoughts and reactions. It's pretty great!</i></div>
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<i> And can sometimes lead to great surprises! </i></div>
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'Am I in trouble? Did I do something? I'm getting nervous...'<br />
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'You are not in trouble,' Kennedy laughed, 'It's a good thing. Mrs. Hilliker wants to give you something.'<br />
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'Remember when I said I was going to meet Mrs. Cynthia Lord at a conference?' I started.<br />
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'Yes, that is so exciting!' He gushed.<br />
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'It was this past Saturday. I told her that Kennedy recommended <i>A Handful of Stars</i> to me and that I just had to read it - she knew I would love it.<br />
I included the fact that <i>Rules </i>was highly recommended, Will, you coaxing me to read it soon.<br />
Mrs. Lord was thrilled <span style="text-align: center;">to hear that! In her excitement, she asked if I thought you two might like an autographed bookmark!'</span><br />
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'What?? Seriously?? These are for us?? That is so great - thank you so much!!<br />
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As I gave the students their slips of gold, they were overcome with joy! The best gift for me was watching their faces light up with gratitude and excitement. It seems the sun finally came out on this soggy, cloud-covered day. <br />
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<br />Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01955410808513879596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589108174095840544.post-15772597117697014512017-03-01T13:34:00.000-08:002017-03-01T13:34:37.401-08:00Day #1/31 SOLC Why to Slice<br />
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<i>Thinking about the challenge of writing for thirty days, I geared myself up for why I shouldn't do it, the excuses were many. My mind, on the other hand, convinced me there are more advantages to trying. Here we go...</i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Time </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Family </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">7 hour work days</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Girl Scouts</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Meetings</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Cleaning</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Exercise</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Reading</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Faith-growing</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Sleep</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">New ideas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">New places</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Stretching</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Forward vision</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Memories</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Observations</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Growing</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Learning</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Adventures!</span><br />
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<br />Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01955410808513879596noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589108174095840544.post-28049712760742574582016-04-05T17:06:00.000-07:002016-04-05T17:06:04.497-07:00Sweating it Out<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>My mind is focusing the closer I get to school. "How will reentry be for our preschoolers, who will need a little assistance saying bye to Mom, will the potty-trained still be potty-trained, did my other aide have a great trip in Europe, did our teacher have fun in Florida..."</i></div>
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As I turn onto the street going to our school, I noticed it looked quiet. Not totally unusual, but typically a few more cars are coming and going. And where is the bus that usually pulls in behind me? If the crossing guard is missing.... Oh no, my clocks must be off!!! I'm late!! (Sweating here...) <br />
Pulling up to the final stop sign before heading into my school, I look over the hill. Two cars in the lot. What? Seriously?<br />
I pull over, grab my phone, open my email and search for Monday on my 'weekly update' docs. Oh my goodness - I just laugh! Monday: No School<br />
<i>Starbucks</i> - here I come! Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01955410808513879596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589108174095840544.post-22974509659107726202016-04-01T12:30:00.000-07:002016-04-01T20:19:32.847-07:00Children <i>I was inspired to write this while watching my daughter go through her day - she just seems to exude joy...</i><br>
Looking at a child's smile<br>
Watching the joy escape her dancing feet<br>
Hearing laughter from its continuous source<br>
Smiling into her beautiful, chocolate, trusting eyes<br>
Enjoying the way she lives life fully<br>
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Praying easily<br>
Wishing I could be like her<br>
But why am I not?<br>
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