Sunday, February 17, 2008

Quiet moments

Today is one of those days that always seem to come during the week when you have to go to work. Days that I don't want to do anything but curl up on the couch with a good book. I like to call them quiet minutes. Times when there is now where to go and nothing important to do. Quiet minutes seem to be few and far between in life, but one crept upon me today. The simple joy of watching the snow fall, covering the dingy gray road with the never ending uniformity of white. The brown tree trunks in contrast with the snowy world around it, the tree branches encased with ice and snow. Large downy flakes giving way to smaller ones, all with the same task at hand, to cover and hide the world while I watch in comfort inside doing one of my favorite things. Finishing one book, I begin another; escaping to a world not my own through the pages I turn between sips of hot chocolate. No TV, no talking, just music, hot chocolate, and a good book. Quiet moments never last long, maybe a half hour if your lucky. Soon others find you and then those quiet minutes are replaced by something else; different but just as good.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Poltical Rally

The Wisconsin primary is coming up on Tuesday the 19th, and there have been a lot of commericals and new coverage of the canidates. The news focuses mostly on the Democrates it seems, and not much is said or heard of the Repubicans unless it is the results from another states primary. So when I heard that Huckabee was going to be in Madison today, I decided to go to the rally and hear what he had to say. I met up with a co-worker, Emily, and her sister at the rally.
Gov. Huckabee was very entertaining. He told a few jokes at the beginning and then began to talk about why he should be the Republican nomination for president. He talked about his background growing up in Arkansas, his plans to help small businesses and the economy, and securing our boards to make America safer. It was the first time I had ever been to a political rally/campaign. It was interesting and very loud. I even had a reporter ask me some questions. I didn't know how to answer some of them. I'll have to check the paper and see if I'm in it tomorrow.

Monday, February 11, 2008

Baby-sitting my girls

I just returned for doing two of my favorite things, getting my hair done and wrestling with a 6 and 4 year old. I went to my friend Julie's house to watch her 4 girls while she was at a meeting. Of course, needing to expend their energy, a rousing "wrestling match" began shortly after my arrival. Of course I was quickly over powered, 2 on 1 is never very fair. We ended up laughing more than anything. Then Amy and Leah, master beauticians, decided that I needed to have my hair done. To think my hair would be messy after being attacked. Elizabeth, the oldest, put in a movie and Leah and Amy began my hair styling. By the end my hair was in multiple hair ties, clips, and according to Amy, I was beautiful. To bad I didn't have a camera handy, you can always use a picture of "beautiful" hair.

Thursday, February 7, 2008

The million dollar question????

I substituted today in a high school. At the front of the room behind the teacher's desk the wall was covered with different things. Some pictures, posters, and bumper stickers. Being the curious person I am by nature, I began to read some of the things the teacher had posted for all to see. Amongst the various things there were bumper stickers supporting controversial subjects. As a teacher, I am not allowed to discuss or promote to my students my views on certain subjects. How than is it alright for this teacher to place in plain sight his/her views on certain subjects. When does that teachers rights to freedom of speech over ride my rights to freedom of speech? If that teacher is allowed to promote his/her view freely in the classroom, than I should have the same rights to post and discuss my view points. Unfortunately, this is not the case in our society. This teachers view is a hot topic and is socially acceptable to teach our children while mine is not.