tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57329957024740222392024-03-12T16:52:20.549-07:00Amy's AnnotationsLooks like I picked the wrong week to quit sniffing glue.Amy Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927552195115483406noreply@blogger.comBlogger227125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732995702474022239.post-90096551525300134522019-03-07T12:08:00.002-08:002019-03-07T12:08:50.601-08:00I Really Need to Do This More OftenI just read my last post. OVER A YEAR AGO I PUBLISHED!!! Ack. I can't believe that it's been this long. I don't know where the time goes and what I'm actually doing with it. I miss being here. I miss writing about my life. Ok. Even though it's March, new New Year's resolution: I'm going to write at least twice a month. You heard it here folks. Keep me honest.<br />
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Last year was kind of a funky year. I moved schools. Love it, by the way. But things were kind of in a funk. No motorcycle trips. No trips to Mexico. None of that. We just kind of stayed home. The garden wasn't even great last year. So, needless to say, I'm ready to kick 2018 to the curb and leave it there.<br />
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We've already made plans to do some clamming. We've got plans for a motorcycle trip this summer. Hopefully we'll make it to the lake.<br />
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It's kind of looking up. Although, I'm still in kind of a funk. Maybe as I write I can figure it out.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972287697967597721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732995702474022239.post-33065550867826907842018-01-26T13:45:00.000-08:002018-01-26T13:45:32.596-08:00What's Up, Yo?So, I just looked and it's been almost a YEAR since I last posted. I'm surprised Blogger hasn't shut me down. It wouldn't surprise me if they did. But look! Here we are! Still alive and well.<br />
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So... let's see? What's up? What's new? What's different? I had a garden this year. It was AMAZING! I had corn and peas and beans. And spaghetti squash that took over my garden! Pumpkins! Rhubarb! Tomatoes. Lettuce. Watermelons. I EVEN HAD WATERMELONS!!! My garden was beautiful this year. The Fast One gave me a fence to keep out the bunnies and other animals. It didn't keep out the elk, but they didn't trample anything or eat anything- except the plums off of the plum tree. The Fast One tilled the dirt in my garden so it was fine and fluffy and everything planted just grew like gangbusters. I need to figure out a better way to organize my garden. The spaghetti squash over took pretty much the whole garden and I kept having to cut her back. Yes. "HER". I named "her" Audrey Two after The Little Shop of Horrors. In the back of my mind, I kept hearing "feed me Seymore!" I'm just glad she was happy with Miracle Gro and water most weeks.<br />
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We did take another motorcycle trip- this one was more of a tour instead of go to a destination and hang there. I did get to see Sisters, Oregon. Beautiful place. Cute little town. But, man was it hot! The whole trip was a scorcher and smokey from all the fires. And, our friends had a break down on the last day of the trip and had to have their bike towed home because of a faulty alternator. Next summer our friends are building their new house and their son is getting married, so a big trip may not be in the cards for us. Which is OK. We have plans to possibly spend some time at the lake and do some rides from there. We haven't been to the lake in probably 4 summers. We miss it and need to get back there.<br />
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Ah! It's good to be back. I'm hoping to get back here more often.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972287697967597721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732995702474022239.post-63864336233398744152016-12-28T13:33:00.000-08:002016-12-28T13:33:16.763-08:00It's Been Awhile...So yeah. It's been a super long time since I've written anything. I haven't even been reading the blogs I normally read. Ever since I did my master's program, I kind of let it all go. I need to be better about getting on here and getting some writing in. It's been fun going back and reading all of the memories.<br />
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So. What's been going on? Well. Lots of fun motorcycle trips. Two summers ago we rode to Sturgis, SD for the Sturgis Rally. SO. MUCH. FUN. We bought a big bike (Honda Valkyrie) that's able to carry both of us and all of our "stuff". It's hard to pack for something like that because you have to plan for everything. You're on a bike, yo! If it rains, you're in it! That means rain gear, which takes up space. Plus, it can't be in the bag, it has to be in the saddle bags so it's easily accessible. Not only that, there has to be a few tools, just in case, snacks, a way to carry water... all that stuff. But, I think we have it down. Our trip last summer was to Zion National Park during the hottest part of the summer. SO BEAUTIFUL, YOU GUYS!!! Loved it so much. We've been going on these trips with friends who are super easy to travel with and fun to hang out with. <br />
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Loving our life right now. And am feeling good about being back on here. :-)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972287697967597721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732995702474022239.post-6855349828510514332016-02-10T17:33:00.000-08:002016-02-10T17:33:08.771-08:00Fifth GradeI remember being in fifth grade. My teacher was Mrs. Mayo. I don't remember much about fifth grade- it wasn't one of my favorite years. Mrs. Mayo and I didn't get along- I was a Chatty Kathy (go figure) and I was trying out my independence by not wearing barrettes in my hair as I was growing it out and she didn't try to make a relationship with me. My mom tells stories of Mrs. Mayo calling her and basically tattling on me that I was talking too much or not wearing the clips in my hair. Now, don't get me wrong- my mom would back up any teacher. She knew I was FAR from perfect and that I could be a "sassy-mo-massy". When Mrs. Mayo called, it was as if she wanted my mom to do something about it when she hadn't even talked to me about it. She didn't want to be the one to give the consequence. Like she didn't want to be the bad guy. It was kind of weird, actually. Finally my mom said to her, "Tell her to stop talking! Give her a consequence! We'll back you, but I can only do so much from my end!" I honestly can't remember Mrs. Mayo ever talking to me about it, but I sure do remember getting talked to by Mr. Pence (the other fifth grade teacher) because I had been swearing on the playground and someone told on me. I know. Swearing at 10. Not so cool.<br />
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I wish that I had the experience that I am trying to give my kids in fifth grade. I think they are the funniest, most loving, and great group of kids. All 90 of them. They work hard (well, most of them), the respect each other for the most part and I feel like I have a good relationship with the lot of them. It's a pretty big responsibility to spend the amount of time I do with someone else's children. They are in my care more than their parents' care during the school year. Plus, if you want to add all the state requirements that they have to learn for middle school... sheesh. It's kind of a big responsibility. But I love them.<br />
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Today, in my third block science class, the kids were working on their processing page that comes at the end of each lesson. The Processing page is kind of like a quiz along the way to make sure they are on track for learning the concepts as we go through the unit. I have the kids come up for me to check them individually so that I can make corrections with them right away to keep them all on track.<br />
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The second part of the page was asking about the weather that was happening right then and which of Earth's systems were interacting to make that weather. One of my sweetest girls in that class came up to share her work with me and had written that "the hydrosphere and atmosphere were interacting. The warm air rises and then cools which causes perspiration so that it makes clouds and possibly rain." I giggled when I read it and asked her if she meant condensation. "Oh, yes, she said. But, what's perspiration?" This made me giggle more. When I told her what perspiration was, she was completely grossed out and wanted to change the word immediately. <br />
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I am so looking forward to camp. I can't wait to see them in that setting. They are so excited!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972287697967597721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732995702474022239.post-53139199731256600752016-02-09T20:14:00.000-08:002016-02-09T20:14:16.044-08:00It's Almost Break TImeNo- Not break dancing. Not Hammer time. Break time. Yes. That lovely week in February that we call Mid-Winter Break. It's a wonderful break after six weeks of dark, rainy, sleepy days. I'm not planning on going anywhere. The Fast One <i>may </i>take some time off, but it depends on whether the units get running or not. Whether or not he does get time off, I'm still going to enjoy the days. A little more sleep. A little less stress. And a few days just for me.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972287697967597721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732995702474022239.post-5823461466146692492016-01-14T14:41:00.000-08:002016-01-14T14:53:27.432-08:00AlwaysAlan Rickman died today.<br />
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I cried this morning when I heard. I didn't even know this man. Never met him, but I found my chest hurting and my eyes getting teary every time I thought about it. Someone said it best on my Facebook wall: "It's almost like losing Snape all over again." And it's true. I only saw a few other movies that Mr. Rickman was in besides the Harry Potter series. Snape was the true un-hero. Everyone hated him yet he was a real hero.<br />
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Always.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972287697967597721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732995702474022239.post-81228031983459682282016-01-03T20:00:00.001-08:002016-01-03T21:01:03.537-08:00A New Year I've been challenged by Teenie to write one post a week for a year. I used to write MORE than one post a week every week AND wrote papers for my dumb master's program. What happened? Did I lose interest? Did I get lazy? Who knows. But Teenie reminded me that I missed it. A lot. So. Here it is. Week One Post of a year of posts.<br />
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Well... I gotta start slow... can't rush into these things...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972287697967597721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732995702474022239.post-76649266190264404422015-05-15T12:49:00.001-07:002015-05-15T12:49:07.331-07:00Rash<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Tons of blood draws, tests run. Predinsone taken, zyrtec taken. A trip to the allergist to find out that I'm "not allergic to anything". At this point were going on 13 weeks of an itchy rash covering 90% of my body. Maury prescribed Zyrtec twice a day along with Ranitadine, and said, what do you think of seeing a dermatologist? To which I replied, I'll try anything. I can't live the rest of my life itching. </div>
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A week an a half later, I"m in Dr. Allison Hughes' office. In 5 minutes she told me I had viral psoriasis. There's a shot that fixes that people!!! Which I started last night. Finally. a light at the end of the tunnel. Dr. Huges says that I'll have to do the shots for 3-6 months. I can't wait to be back to normal. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972287697967597721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732995702474022239.post-30641291638908321662015-01-29T16:25:00.000-08:002015-01-29T16:25:35.870-08:00Day 3- RUSHIn honor of one of my favorite rock groups. They are coming July 19th. Can't wait- it might be their last tour.<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/MZUPqoIUwH4" width="560"></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972287697967597721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732995702474022239.post-743273906007584412015-01-27T12:45:00.000-08:002015-01-27T12:45:01.436-08:00100 DaysMy friend Pam is doing a sort of music challenge where every day for 100 days she posts a song. I'm totally intrigued since I used to do Music Monday on this blog.<br />
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So. Here we go.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972287697967597721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732995702474022239.post-11892065820434078662014-11-26T12:14:00.002-08:002014-11-26T12:14:39.371-08:00ThankfulI'm sitting and listening to my fifth graders while they do a winter art docent project. It's so funny to me to listen to their conversations. Some are so grown up, yet will be silly in their words. For example, two of my students wrote "swaggerz" on the sweatshirt of their snowman. I went by and said, "Swaggerz?!?" "Yep, Swaggerz." I told them I was old and didn't even know what that meant. I was accentuating the 'z' and they thought that was hysterical.<br />
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Tomorrow The Fast One and I will spend the day with my side of the family, watching the Seahawks (hopefully) kill the 49ers and stuffing our faces with my mom's amazing cooking. I have to bring the green bean casserole (because my brother likes it- ick) and my sister is bringing pies. She makes the best pies. I think about how our family is getting older and the ones we have lost along the way. It just seems like yesterday I was 6 eating dinner at Grandma Betty's house, eating black olives off my fingers, laughing like crazy at my two cousins, and setting my Grandma's alarm for 3:00 AM.<br />
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I miss those days.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972287697967597721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732995702474022239.post-39103410516507272882014-06-25T10:13:00.000-07:002014-06-25T10:13:11.442-07:00This is a test. Only a test...OK. So I started this blog using my home email address. I now have a Google account so I just figured out how to move the blog to that account. Makes it less confusing. Everything in one place as they say!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972287697967597721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732995702474022239.post-5236102414003689882014-06-25T08:34:00.000-07:002014-06-25T09:26:43.747-07:00My Second FamilyEveryone knows by now that I am a CrossFitter. My sister got me started a year and a half ago in a tiny garage box down the alley from her house. I was hooked. My previous coach was really into health and food so I "adopted" the Paleo lifestyle and lost 25 pounds along with gaining a ton of strength and muscle. Most of our morning crew ended up together at our current Box when the coach closed her gym down. Our new coaches are awesome and really pay attention to our form and our overall health. I still have A LOT of work to do on the food end of things, but I didn't get this way over night so this will take some time.<br />
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I'm feeling a little emotional at the moment because today I ran a mile. Well. Let's be honest. I didn't "run" the whole thing. Probably 2/3 of it and so slowly that someone walking could have kept up with me easily. I was the last one in but did it in 13:34. The thing that was the coolest is that when I came around the corner, one of my morning crew gym mates was waiting for me in the middle of the street. He knew that I was last. He knew running is my least favorite thing AND the hardest thing for me. But, he waited and ran the last little bit with me. AFTER running the mile himself. When I got to the end, another one of our morning crew was waiting to congratulate me and just support.<br />
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I can't tell you what that means. As someone who has been fighting weight issues for most of her adult life to have someone that isn't directly associated with your daily routine or life, do something like that for you is HUGE. And to do it willingly. He/They could have been in the box getting ready for the AMRAP that was on the board, but they chose to run with me.<br />
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It makes me feel so proud to be a part of a community that supports everyone in every stage of their process to get healthy and strong. On those days when it's hard to get up at 5:15, I think about my 6 AM crew and know that when I get there, not only will I be supported, but I will also have the best time.<br />
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So. Thanks North Bend CrossFit and the 6 AM crew for everything. You guys are the best.<br />
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<br />Amy Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927552195115483406noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732995702474022239.post-22198028763472042382014-05-07T15:22:00.001-07:002014-05-07T15:22:58.737-07:00May Photo a Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Amy Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927552195115483406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732995702474022239.post-19996465010209329822014-05-07T15:12:00.000-07:002014-05-07T15:12:25.380-07:00Science MattersOne of the units I teach my fifth graders is called Chemistry. We talk about matter, atoms, mixtures, solutions, etc. On the day we were talking about matter, I was trying to get them to see that matter is in ALL things so I asked them to name things that were made of matter. In my second block class, most of the kids just looked around our classroom and named the things they saw: window, curtains, books, teacher, students... that is until on student, who had just come back from a vacation in Hawaii shouted out:<br />
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Him: Pina coladas!!!<br />
Me: What?!?<br />
Student 2 (singing): If you like pina coladas and gettin' caught in the rain...<br />
Me: ?!?<br />
Student 3 (a girl who just returned from vacationing in Cabo): VIRGIN pina coladas.<br />
Murmuring in the background: What's a virgin?!?<br />
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<br />Amy Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927552195115483406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732995702474022239.post-41067992640612499462014-05-07T14:49:00.000-07:002014-05-07T14:49:15.821-07:00YIKES!I hadn't posted in so long that something weird happened to my account and password. Finally figured everything out and here I am again.<div>
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Amy Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927552195115483406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732995702474022239.post-5952560010691257712014-03-03T14:29:00.001-08:002014-03-03T14:29:15.533-08:00March 3- My View<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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After a week in Mexico. VERY sad to leave. </div>
Amy Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927552195115483406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732995702474022239.post-28093902530645268202014-03-03T14:21:00.001-08:002014-03-03T14:21:44.712-08:00March 2- Button<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My first harvest from my blueberry plants.<br />Amy Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927552195115483406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732995702474022239.post-82127797028812363242014-03-03T13:18:00.002-08:002014-03-03T13:18:30.466-08:00March Picture ChallengeSo I have three days to make up for. Really want to do this this month and The Idea Room is great for posting these. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Amy Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927552195115483406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732995702474022239.post-39917543523773879392013-11-23T12:21:00.000-08:002013-11-23T12:21:14.206-08:00And Here We Sit...I'm done! Yes. Two months (almost) now, that I have been done with my Master's program. It's almost as if I have this weird postpartum thing going on. Not that I would know what that is all about since not one kid actually came out of ME... however, it is kind of like a depression of sorts to not have that structure and focus that I had for the last 16 months. <br />
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Now I have this anxious feeling that I'm forgetting something and I can't seem to start projects that need to be done around here (OMG THE OFFICE). I feel like I learned so much and I am applying it in my classroom. (I wonder if many people can actually say that they are applying what they learned in their master's program.) Do I want to get a doctorate? HELL NO. I am done with school. I am happy teaching my fifth graders and will be happy doing that until I am old and gray. I don't need that Ph.D. after my name. I don't want to teach college. I don't even like getting up in front of the staff I work with at my school! <br />
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So, yeah. I'm done. But trying to find a focus. Hopefully my brain will slow down enough to actually celebrate with Teenie (tattoos and Mexico). Amy Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927552195115483406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732995702474022239.post-48639307954184640792013-07-22T21:43:00.000-07:002013-07-22T21:45:28.394-07:00Back on TrackThe last few months have not been good ones for me. I'm tired... SO tired and all I feel like I do is work. If I'm not writing papers, I'm correcting work or emailing parents and managing detention. My work outs have been sporadic, and the eating. THE EATING. Holy cow. I'm not quite back to square one, but close. My house is a wreck. I've got laundry everywhere. And with the Husband's racing schedule, we are never home. I feel pretty out of control. <br />
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The stress of school is killing me, although CrossFit is helping. A LOT. Lena closed our gym so most of us have gravitated to <a href="http://riversidexfit.blogspot.com/">Riverside XFit</a> with Anthony and Grahame. Love them. They are really great. They have taken our "Bad Ass Breakfast Club" and are up for us at 6 AM every day of the week, except Saturdays which is at 7. You should check them out if you're interested. Amy Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927552195115483406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732995702474022239.post-42819568006677351642013-07-22T21:26:00.001-07:002013-07-22T22:14:24.142-07:00There IS a Light at the end of the TunnelI am in week two of my second to the last class. I can't believe it. <a href="http://whoopsiedaisie.blog.com/">Teenie</a> and I started our master's program last June and we will be DONE in September. I seriously can't believe it. Research Methods is NOT my favorite thing and I don't understand all of it. I'm just trying to hang on (at this point) until the end. <br />
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It's a bit of a grind because I can see the light at this point. Like I said in a previous post, I'll get about a $6000 raise which will pay me back in about a year for what it cost me to get my masters in educational technology. A MASTERS!!! I have most of my portfolio completed. I've started my original contribution. And I still have a 1500 word paper to write about my "experience". Sigh.<br />
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Now, we need to plan a trip, Teenie. Somewhere warm. Where we can take pictures. Where we can drink and just BE. <br />
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The light is getting bigger. It's just not getting bigger fast enough for me!Amy Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927552195115483406noreply@blogger.com1