Christmas Day has always been wonderful--sort of sad in a way, because I never wanted the decorations to go in a box, never wanted the preparations to end, or the anticipation to be over. When I went off to college, I always made it home for Christmas with my folks on the Big Dry. The last one I spent in Montana was forty years ago, and it is still special to me. We all got up Christmas morning; Mom started handing the gifts out to everyone, and she handed me one that wasn't marked. I eventually opened it up not really suspecting anything, and was stunned when I found a diamond ring inside! Bob mailed an engagement ring to my parents with a little note written on spiral notebook paper saying, "I would like for you to put this under the tree for Christmas morning and not let Rosie know about it until then. I like to give her surprises, and I'm sure this will be the last thing she ever expects to get for Christmas, especially in Montana." Well, we all know that girls love diamonds, and I was thrilled with this surprise! Forty years later, I still have the ring, the note to my parents, and Bobby. Today he and I celebrated Christmas with Robert, Marina, and little Rhys, who just turned one in November. I can't think of a better way to celebrate a forty year anniversary. Have a blessed day, and a wonderful new year!
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
..How Luxury Lost Its Luster, by Dana Thomas. Yes, I finally finished it. Last year I read books like this to my homebound student--even read Atlas Shrugged to him. Well, not all of it--there were parts I read only to myself. Anyway, since moving up to the bigger 3A version of school, reading for pleasure has come to a grinding crawl, and that is one thing I do regret. Paris Breakfasts (see Farmer's Wife's blog) mentioned Deluxe, so I took a chance and ordered it. I loved Deluxe because it was such a revelation, such a peek inside the name-brand industry from the perfume to the purses, and how it has evolved from a small exclusive, elite industry to a mega bucks, mass production, money generating machine. All of us who love to sport that designer logo make the industry what it is today. I have made up my mind to never buy another "knock-off" because I do not want to help this counterfeit industry in any way. Lots of little kids are used, yes, used to build the fakes. Thomas interviewed someone who said, "I remember walking into an assembly plant in Thailand a couple of years ago and seeing six or seven little children, all under 10 years old, sitting on the floor assembling counterfeit leather handbags. The owner had broken the children's legs and tied the lower leg to the thigh so the bones wouldn't mend. He did it because the children said they wanted to go outside and play." Now, whether this is true, I can't say. I don't see how they could work with such pain, but even if it isn't, there are many kids, who are working in terrible conditions to produce a cheap version with a logo that people want. Things do seem to make a full circle, and at the end of the book she tells about a couple of designers that haven't gone mass. Christian Louboutin, a Parisian shoe designer (I love shoes) is one who has not sold out, and gone mega-mass. Stilettos, with his signature red soles are, are his trademark, and they are gorgeous. Take a look for yourself at his own site (get ready for sticker shock if you want to buy). http://www.christianlouboutin.com/
http://www.cadolle.com/ where there are no prices, but if you are interested you can probably arrange for your own personal fitting. Let me know how it goes, because your description is about as close as I will ever get to this luxury. School teachers' paychecks don't have enough lycra to stretch this far! P.S. I should be grading papers.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Homecoming pep rally was on the football field with all the elementary kids and parents. What a week!!!! We had open house, with Student Council in charge of registration, and guiding parents to the classes. This is a first for me. None of the other schools I have taught in needed guide services to find the rooms. You just headed down the two halls and found the room yourself, or just asked the person walking around with punch and cookies where they got them. Then the next day Student Council put on a feed for the Lions Club in my room. We met on Sunday to do some of the fixings. It took all afternoon to clean up, but at least the kids had to do it. I did have to wash, dry, and fold all the napkins, and place mats, which amounted to about three loads. Do the aprons and chef hats for all these classes is a pretty big job. Now, I know how the coaches feel washing all those uniforms. It was also six-weeks test week (I invent and type my own), and then the Student Council was in charge of the coronation ceremony for the homecoming queen. After all that stress, I managed to get some sort of respiratory virus the kids drug in. All I can say is--next year will be a piece of cake, and to top it off this is just one more virus I am immune to. The year is flying by, and I am glad to be in this new school.
Here are the cheerleaders and football players doing "Mustang Muscle." It scares me half to death when they do these basket tosses, and it is even more dangerous when the football players help throw the girls up in the air.
Here is an indoor pep rally in "The Dome." This just about sums it up--all I do is school and more school. Except today, I get to take care of the grand baby. Have a good week. May the Lord bless and keep you.
Monday, September 20, 2010
I took this while I was in the rickshaw.
I didn't go to the capitol building , but here it is covered in scaffolding. It is beautiful, and taller than the U.S. capitol building. I think each capitol building I have seen is beautiful and special in their own way.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
I went to Garfield County High School in Jordan, Montana many years ago, and our mascot was the Mustang; our colors were black and orange. The school was small--maybe there were 30 who graduated with me; every one knew each other. I lived in the dorm part of the time, with all the other country kids; it was a fun time, and I bawled after graduation. It was Gloria Rath's fault. She was standing beside me in the line as people came by to congratulate us, and hug us, or shake our hand. It wasn't long before Gloria started blubbering and I broke down with her. I became a teacher and my entire teaching career has been in three small towns about like Jordan. Well, here I am, a Mustang once more. Our colors are black and gold, not too different.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
and Pepe` greets us when Rita and I walk. I will miss basket ball games in the new gym, and in
|how could I ever forget the time I spent at Gossett Elementary?|
Rankin High School, where I learned how to teach home economics, special ed., and enjoyed the day to day activities of Roberto and his friends when they were scholars there. It was a magical time in our lives!
There are many special memories about Red Devil Stadium, where Bob and I watched Roberto play some great 11-man football, and the boys put lots of points on the scoreboard (Roberto was named All State his senior year).
We are only 100 miles away from each other, and that is not far at all. So, I will just say--thanks for the wonderful memories! I love each and every one of you who have been a part of our lives. May God bless you, protect you, and make you prosper.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
We made the plain cap sleeves into short puffed sleeves, and made it open in the back with a tie at the waist line.
Then we made a flared peplum for the back, and changed the princess darts into a semi-circle on the front.