Monday, April 25, 2011

This is a speech I did a for my public speaking class and I thought it turned out so good that I'd share it with all of you! I think my grandpa is just so precious. I can't wait to get to know him better. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it..
On July 30, 1945, a member of the air force serving in World War II wrote in his personal journal the following, “In a letter Jean once asked me to “dream a pretty dream for me.” Little does she know. Just how many I have could only be compared to the stars that come out at night.”
The speaker is Stanley Porter, my grandfather, and the Jean he refers to is my sweet grandma. Stan and Jean grew up together and fell in love at 15. My grandmother fondly recollects the times he picked her up on his tandem bike to go out for a date. My grandparents were “going steady” up until Stan enlisted for the war and was sent out. In response to my grandmas request to “dream a pretty dream for me”, my grandfather wrote, “Dream a pretty dream for us sweetheart, That we may be together, not apart. Dream that I love you with all my heart. And you’ll have the dreams I dreamed from the start. From distant states I dream of you, Dreams that come from a heart that’s true. Dreams that make up all of our tomorrows, Dreams full of life’s sweet love and sorrows. Dreams now take your place, my only. Dreams bring you back when I am lonely. For now let our dreams suffice Bridging the gap to our happier life.” When Stan returned home from the war, he and Jean were married. Together they had 7 children, 35 grandchildren, and a constantly growing number of great grandchildren. They were both great examples of acceptance and kindness, and their love for each other was apparent. My grandpa is no longer with us , and I can only imagine what kind of emotion the last verse holds for my grandma. "Dreams now take your place, my only. Dreams bring you back when I am lonely. For now let our dreams suffice, Bridging the gap to our happier life.”

Mrs. Grubbs! Mrs. Grubbs!

Sometimes my kids just say the dumbest things. All I can think of to say back is "...okay... why are you telling me this?" Tattling is especially bad. I hear the most ridiculous tattles. Then I think about what one of MY professors would do if i asked/told them something so ridiculous. Just imagine... "Professor Stephens...
"Alexis just put a crayon in my pocket!"
"Uriel said the word situation to me."
"Bryan was looking at me!"
And then there are things that they tell me that I just don't know how to respond to.
"I have a bruise on my leg" uhh okay... what do you want me to do about it?
"My sister hates white people"
"Let me tell you something, I don't have feelings"
"I forgot how to read."
Right after I give his little guy (the same one who doesn't have feelings) a sticker that has an enthusiastic looking check mark on it he says, "Oh cool it's a pipe to smoke with!" It kind of did look like a pipe..
And then there are those times when they think they are saying something nice.
Sweet little "A" gives me a hug and sympathetically looks up at me. "You having a bad hair day Mrs. Grubbs?"
"Look, I made you a heart shaped dirt clod"
"I like your pants, are they your husbands?"
Gotta love the little ones. I can't believe that in 3 short weeks I won't see them anymore. As crazy and obnoxious they can be, I love them all so much. It's weird that I have only known most of them for 9 months. I feel especially close to this group of kids compared to last years, maybe because the class is much smaller, maybe because they are all ELL's, maybe because I'm more confident in what I do, I don't know. But I know that I will miss seeing their cute little faces every day.
I will miss seeing them so proud of themselves after they finally got the division problem that they'd been working on for 10 minutes.
I will miss hearing their little Mexican accents and the English that they use so terribly wrong. Example "Shes number how you get it?" Translation "How did she get that number?" And the ever present, "What time it is?"
I will miss the teacher that I work with.
I will miss helping "K" on her spelling and seeing her proud smile when she only misses 6 instead of 21 on the test.
I will miss the hearing the always rewarding phrase "ohhhhh, now I gettt it" In their sing-songy Spanish accents.
I love my kids.

On a different note, I have learned that I am an almondmilk-a-holic. Seriously. Have you ever had the stuff?? SO good. I bought some yesterday morning and there is only like an inch left at the bottom. That's me all by myself. I just can't get enough of it. Plus it's healthier than normal milk and it tastes so gooooood.

Mothers Day was great. I'm so lucky to have the amazing mother in my life that I have. And I'm so lucky for having such a wonderful mother-in-law. I have always felt so accepted and loved by her. We are so blessed.
I hope all you wonderful ladies felt special today, and i hope none of you made your own breakfast.

Friday, April 1, 2011

If you like Harry Potter... READ THIS

Quidditch in the muggle world?!? YES. Lets start a team.

This is no April Fools joke. Thank you Bethany Moffitt for opening my eyes to the magical world of muggle quidditch.