Thursday, September 30, 2004

Happy Birthday Mommy Afternoon

You know the mournful tune:
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday,
Sin and Crying in the air,
People dying everywhere,
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday.

Or, How about this one:
A Happy Birthday to you, A Happy Birthday to you,
Every day of the year, May you feel Jesus near,
A Happy Birthday to You, A Happy Birthday to you,
and the Best Year you ever HAD!

Danny may have been the first to give greetings, but mine is the first you will see when the page is opened. Tee hee!

Five O'Clock People

Anyone have their recording called "In the Bleak Midwinter"?


What talent! What inspiration!
Thank you all for your poetic contributions.
If only we could have seen work
from the minds of the eldest and the youngest,
our blog would be complete.

Happy Birthday!!!

I just wanted to be the first to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! to my little sister, and I know I'm first, because it isn't legal for any of you to say it yet!!! So, Joann, just imagine a horribly off key tune singing:

"Happy birthday to yooooou
happy birthday to yooooooooooooou
happy birthday dear joanny pooooooooooo
happy birthday tooooooo yoooooooooooooooou!!!"

Love you lots, hope your day is special!

Saturday, September 25, 2004

Will it, or Won't it?

Therefore I was inpired
Because some clouds perspired
To author an epic poem
From within my humble home.

Do you remember when . . .
. . . Oops. I dropped my pen.

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Daydreams of Puddles

Most people get Spring fever;
most people gaze at the fresh sun
and begin daydreaming
of ice cream and puppies.

I'm not most people.

Water cascades past the window,
mingling with leaves -
I smell the musty pages
of twenty-five copies of "Davita's Harp."

I can't focus.

I'm standing on a hillside
with Marianne Dashwood;
I'm jumping in puddles,
muddy from head to toe.

I twirl. A wet twirler.

Books. Tin roofs.
Jane Austin. Coffee.
Splashing. Wet. Wet. Wet.


The rain, rain, rain
Came down, down, down
In rushing, rising rivelets,
'Til the river rushed out of it's bed,
and rushed right into Piglet's!

Poor Piglet, he was frightened
With quite a rightful fright!
And so in desparation
A message he did write.

He placed it in a bottle,
and it floated out of sight....


It's hot...
Then it's not!

Get set
to get wet!

Rain invaded our space
Like a slap in the face;
With a dark, stormy squall
Suddenly came the Fall!

Tuesday, September 21, 2004


In the spring
I like to mow
At first, that is, but then,
The grass it grows
And grows and grows,
And I mow and mow and mow.
I dread it so, I dread it so!

Late summer;
I finally rest
From that horrible chore,
The grass it stops
To grow and grow,
I don’t have to mow, mow, mow.
I love it so, I love it so!

But this year
Is all awry,
Late rain came quite soon
The grass won’t stop!
It grows and grows!
And I mow and mow and mow.
Oh whoa is me, oh me is whoa!

The Rain, The Rain - Ahhh The Rain

The teacher on his stool was
Reading of Mary Slessor to the class.
Their attention wander does
Drenching rain has come - alas.

How to keep them listening
When pouring down rain comes.
Tis only Oregon weather showing this-a-thing
Driving to cover all the bums.

As usual the rain slackens
At least temporarily.
But soon the sky again blackens
Rain storm Agnes returns apparently.

All wet things must end it seems
Until they come again to visit.
Students return to their dreams
If rain pours again, they may miss it!

Monday, September 20, 2004



The deal closes on Grandma's house tomorrow at 5 PM. We still have a few things to get out of the garage and patio, but most of it's done. I'll sure be glad when we don't have that responsibility anymore. I've spent a lot of time there the past two weeks since we moved here, so I haven't been able to get as settled as I would like by now. It IS sad, though saying good-bye to my Daddy's house.... I miss him a lot. He was a special man, and a good dad. (Right now I'm wearing his plaid pajama pants, and they're really warm and comfortable!) Today I was at the house with Grandma doing some more sorting and moving of things. Everything is out of the house -- it feels very empty and lonely! Before we left, I went out to the garden and picked a huge bouquet of Daddy's dahlias. He was famous for his beautiful dahlias. I remember him growing them when I was a girl in Mossyrock. He really liked them and knew how to take care of them so they were always pretty. I'll miss that, too. Anyway, for the next week or so, I'll have his flowers around my house. I did transplant one of his dahlias here when we moved in. Hopefully it will do well here and I'll have a little of him here, too.

I love you all and pray for you every day. Take care of yourselves!


Drip, Drop, Drip
The rain begins to fall
Flash, Crash
Thunder greets the ears
The rain becomes a wall
Squish, Squish, Squish
My clothes are drenched straight through!


Each member of the family is asked to submit a poem. The theme is to be how you feel about the early rain we have had this summer/fall. No other rules apply, although with an English teacher in the audience, you had better get your pentarambeture right! :)

Your Beautiful Faces Are Back!

There! I fixed it! Well, actually, the error was on the part of my internet provider. They recently switched servers, and in the process, my account was left disconnected or something like that, so the photos I was hosting weren't able to show themselves.

Sunday, September 12, 2004

Notes and News

Good to hear from you via blog and phone . . . we continue being busy. Mama divides her time between unpacking boxes at home, helping empty grandma's house, and various other projects such as helping with school decor. Both Roseburg and Eugene houses move closer to closing - both could closed around the 20th. Looks like I will be in Roseburg some - next weekend mama and I will probably go down to see what all needs to be done before closing plus help Tim process his needed move, then the next two weekends I will be doing the McMahan's fall parking lot sale (a friend will do the weekday part). It will keep me busy and out of trouble a while longer! Yesterday I took Tim to Washington - his dear little Honda steamed up on him and ended up needing nearly $2000 worth of repairs. He was advised by the trusted mechanic that it might not be worth it to put that much money into the car, so I remembered that Jeff (my brother) had an extra car. After several calls, it was decided that Tim would get Jeff's car, a 1993 Chev. Prizm. It looks quite similar in color and style to the one mama and I have and seems to run well. We're not sure what will become of the Honda yet.

In case you haven't gotten it yet - our new home phone is 541-998-8477

I'd best go - lots to do this afternoon yet! God bless to all . . .

Thursday, September 09, 2004

Can't Wait Until Summer's Over!

Between a trip to Eugene to help with the moving last week, an estate sale that I am preparing with Matt's sister, and trying to keep up on all the produce coming from my garden, I have been way too busy. Life is too short to get caught up in the details! But I finally have a day to myself today to try to gain some peace of mind and get some laundry folded and leave a message for my family. :)

I enjoyed my time in Eugene, and even had the privelege of setting up Mama's teacup cupboard- finally she has a place to display her treasures and they look beautiful!

The estate sale, I was surprised to find, is in the same complex where Kimmie and Andy live- just across the street and up a little. So I have popped in for an unannounced visit and twice caught Kimmie in her unmentionables! She was kind enough to feed me a sandwich yesterday despite my bad manners.

I already have 10 jars of beans canned and in the pantry. After yesterday's endeavors, I now have 18 more jars cold packed and ready to be processed this morning. It is so rewarding to know that our labors truly do help with the grocery bills!

Okay, that is enough for now. Sorry about the missing photo background. I am having difficulties with my hosting software apparently. I will work on it at some future time so we can once again see all our glowing faces in one place.

Monday, September 06, 2004

This is sad!

OK people, we need to see some more posting here (I know I am as much to blame as the rest of you) the only posting since August 20 has been from our parents! How is everyone doing? What can the rest of us be praying for? (That is something I would love to see as I pray for each of you in the mornings and would love to have some specifics!)

Anyways, things are going well here. We are in the fourth week of school right now, spiritual emphasis week. If you look at my page there are a bunch of updates of things that I have been doing. Hopefully Betsy will add some tonight or tomorrow.

Please be praying for me in the way that I impact students. I'm still trying to figure out which of my students are believers and which aren't. Pray that I will be a good example to all of them! Pray also that I will be able to clearly explain things to the students and to show them how to work the math problems. Most of the students have a firm grasp on English, but the Korean students are somewhat weak in English and struggle to understand when I'm having to explain some of the geometric proof terms!

Love you all!!!

Oh, and how about you all post a picture or two! (If you haven't figured this out yet, try Hello. It is a great little program for posting pictures, I use it when posting pics to my blog.)

Sunday, September 05, 2004


Mama and I are now official Junction City residents. We did the move yesterday and spent the night in the new house. Grandma stayed at Kris and Bruce's. As far as we know, both the Roseburg and Eugene house sells continue to move along - both should close around the 20th. Lots of things to be put in place at the new house, but that will get done in time. I start school with students on Wednesday. At this point I have 17 - 9 fifth and 8 sixth. The number could change the first week of school. At present I am back at grandma's house watching Husky football and doing some interneting.

God bless and be ye safe and prosperous!