Don’t want to do them

I’m procrastinating big time

as I have 88 more report cards to complete

I’ve found lots to take my time instead of those stupid report cards:


folding laundry

inspecting the dogs’ for fleas

reading Facebook

cleaning out the fridge


playing Safeway Monopoly

sorting through clothes for spring for my kids

making a lactose free smoothie with& for my son

watching Naked & Afraid

watching The Walking Dead

SOL comments- reading , posting, approving …

good times




Last day of cookies

imageI feel even  closer to you since our very first sale!

The way you whisper to your customers

and suck in your lower lip as you try to be patient

determined to keep the rainbow of cookie boxes stocked

and stacked

just right.

Im so proud of you,

my little lamb !

And  a bit sad the ruckus

the newness

is all over.

my fantasy fiction idea

Once upon a time there was a 10 year old avid reader named Misty. She wanted more than anything to have friends. However, she had a hard time finding them.

Misty just moved to a new town. The town is small but unfriendly.

Cliques have already been established in her classroom and her teacher doesn’t seem to see her clearly.

One day, she meets a stranger who claims he can change everything, IF

she signs an agreement…


Once a week, I make a bold, rebellious move.

I leave campus for a  break during my “duty free” lunch.

I escape to Taco Time drive thru or Starbucks drive thru so I can be served with a smile and a cheery greeting.  For just 10 minutes I can feel like a respected grown-up, one of those professionals who doesn’t have to wait to get a coffee or “hold it” when they have to pee. A professional who can check her email anytime she wants, read the news,  or even make a phone call.

Sure I have warning signs buzzing in my head.  What if I get a flat tire, or Heaven forbid, I get rear ended during my little jaunt outside the building?

For a weekly break, it’s worth every worry though.  I hope I never have to give it up.



My Danskos

I was reading some ideas for posts last night and I came across the word “shoes.”

Yes, I have small moments with my patent leather black Dansko open-backed clogs.

I wear them daily with no socks.  Even in the drizzle of Seattle rain or when there’s the threat of snow, I wear my clogs.

You can hear me clomping my way down the long cement floor hallways of our school.

I broke my leg (badly) in 2013, so what’s left of my limp in my right fibula, is distinct as I approach.  I take them everywhere.  To the grocery store, on walks around the block as my two terriers trot in front of me and my son goes flying off his bike without training wheels.

Recently I noticed they are scuffed in the toe.  OH NO!  You can’t very well repair these guys.  They fill my high arches with stiff support.  They give life to my wiggling toes and my dry heels.  They are trustworthy, a fashion staple for my black/grey wardrobe.

No, they are not sexy.

I look at women in heels with a twinge of something… is it envy?

No, it’s the fear of pain.

I love my shoes.

I see you in a different light now…

imageJust returned home after a 4/5 westward expansion performance/ unit celebration at school tonight.

The students acted as their characters from their “Oregon Trail” social studies adventure on stage.  It was a full house of parents waiting patiently for their child to say his/ her piece.

One student, who is usually in the clouds in my classroom, surprised me with his strong voice bellowing on and his foot stomping the stage, ” This trail has been HORRIBLE! !” Totally out of the blue – he shined tonight. His monologue was funny, insightful, and heartfelt with good timing.

I see him in a different light now and that is a real blessing.

I love these surprise moments when 9-11 year olds rise over the top or you witness them on the ball field making a double play! This unexpected sunshine helps me appreciate them as the growing thriving kids they are.  Reminds me to catch more of their performances outside of the classroom, before they leave for middle school!

Things I want to remember

  1. My son going like a mad dog down the hill on T st. “Hit the BRAKES!” Skid- skid – skid wipe-out! Spectacular balance!
  2. the way they say “hitted”
  3. dance party to “Downtown”- “if I only had one helmet, I would give it to you, give it to you!”
  4. Playing Chopped before bed
  5. Son: “she called me stupid!”
  6. Daughter: “no , I said he is stupendous!”

The Girl and the Fox



Today I launched us into a new reading and writing genre, FANTASY fiction using the latest RUOS from TC.  We watched the animated short film The Girl and The Fox. I loved it but in some ways was confused by it, as it wasn’t magical and it was closer to realistic fiction than fantasy in many ways.

We watched it twice for the pre-assessment – analyzing it for theme.  I have to admit, it was a challenge, even for this seasoned reader and teacher.

It made me think how much I already knew as a  5th grade reader about how fantasy works, without being officially taught about quests, setting, apprentices, power.

I searched online to find structure information on fiction  and found bits of Nigel Watts’ Writing A Novel and Getting Published.

The eight points which Watts lists are, in order:

  1. Stasis
  2. Trigger
  3. The quest
  4. Surprise
  5. Critical choice
  6. Climax
  7. Reversal
  8. Resolution

I wonder how much deeper, closer reading I missed when I was in 5th grade, heck, up through college without knowing or digesting this structure?  Wouldn’t the Narnia books and The Heart of Darkness have been so much more satisfying with this structure in mind? I wonder if it was necessary knowledge or if it makes our reading lives more complicated than they need to be?  I am eager, however to share my new findings with my students in the unit ahead, especially revisiting the structure within the movie.


They ran outside in their stocking feet to scream at me as I came in from my car. No jackets, delighted – thrilled!

“Mama! Mama! We got candles and batteries cause the power’s not working! ”

Their little fingers  each demonstrated how the light switches weren’t working in each of their bedrooms.  The dining table was stocked with our random assortment of batteries, candles, flashlights.  My husband had both ice chests in the kitchen, prepping them for backup refrigeration.

So much excitement! Their first power outage!



The oven was on again.

They flung themselves dramatically on their beds, “Nooooooo!”