What type of Ice Cream are you?

Your Icecream Flavour is...Neopolitan!

You aren't satisfied with just one flavor. They say variety is the spice of life and this shines through in your Ice cream of choice! Just don't eat all the chocolate and leave the strawberry and vanilla behind!

What is your Icecream Flavour?

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You Scream I Scream We All Scream 4 Ice ream

mmmmm....my favorite kind of ice cream is mint chocolate chip...what is yours?

Who am I...?

Who am I...? I should have put my head through the guy instead..ha ha I love going on field trips with my class. I never got to go to places like the Iowa Historical Society in DesMoines when I was growing up.

Wanna be like....Mike?

The girls had out the mat today and were dancing around the room when all the other little ones came in (like they do at the end of each day) Kakai is in the youngest room we have so he is the age of two. He doesn’t speak much English, but he can repeat almost anything. He started dancing on the mat with the other girls…when they laid down to kick up their feet so did he….it was the funniest sight. It made me want to dance around the room too…what made it even funnier is the little three-year-old that sat on the side in a chair laughing it up as loud as he could. Isn’t it funny how it is so easy to imitate those around us? (some times we don’t mean to..it just happens) Some days that isn’t a good thing that we imitate…to be like Christ would be the best imitation we could do. Who do you some times imitate in your life?

God Bless,
Kris

Salty Thoughts

As I wonder around the kitchen (that I should be packing up into boxes), I search for something to eat. I have food in my apartment, but it is something that would take time to bake, cook, or grill. Don’t get me wrong I like to cook, but I have to be in the right mood and I have to want to spend the time to do so. In my hunt for food I found a bag of popcorn…microwave it is….. I can hear it, I can smell it…mmm. Have you ever wondered why microwave popcorn and theatre popcorn doesn’t taste the same…why is that. I use to make 3 to 4 large batches of popcorn a night working in a small town theatre…the ingredients are the same…? Is it the idea that makes it different? Have you ever thought about it (or is it just me?)
All this talk is a way that I distract myself from what I’m really thinking about. I was at my sister’s mother-in-laws house this afternoon to take a peek at all the baby clothes and toys she got at such a good deal on for my sister’s baby soon to be. While sitting there she asked if we had heard about the boy that died in our home town….. I froze in my seat. I’m from a small town, so you know almost everyone. She said she couldn’t remember the name, that it was in the paper, an 18 year-old boy died in a car crash. I then went in search of the paper to find out who it was. I came across the name. A boy so young. A boy that I use to tutor since he entered kindergarten…A boy that worked hard for everything he had and didn’t care that his family didn’t have much to begin with. He was never the sharpest crayon in the box when it came to school, but he always had good intentions. I watched him grow in his faith in Sunday school, in conformation…He made it to graduation, which he never thought he could do. I called my dad to wish him a happy Father’s Day and to tell him to make sure my mom knew when she returns from Florida (she is his Sunday school teacher) My dad asked me if I knew how he died. He went on to tell me the whole story, the part that wasn’t in the paper. He fell asleep at the wheel and crossed over the center line flying over the bridge. There he hung upside down for over 5 hours trapped in his truck. A lady stopped and then went to go get help 911 was called, but by the time they had gotten there the truck was in flames…they couldn’t get him out…they said he cried out several times….by this point in the story I had to pass of the phone to my sister because I couldn’t listen any more…I didn’t want to know that he suffered so much. Even writing this I have a hard time holding back my tears. He is so young, he had so much a head of him. Not once did I question God’s plan in all of this…I know that he had to leave this earth for a reason. I know that all people go through mourning in different ways, I chose to think of the positives about someone’s lives and think of how they effected those around them. Have you ever thought about someday when you are gone if you are leaving behind something positive, something that makes people think about the life you lead? How will you be remembered?
It is like the popcorn in the microwave... it is ok, but the popcorn that you remember is that from the theatre...something that has a special flavor. What is your after taste...your salty buttery goodness that you leave behide for people to flavor and remember?

God Bless,
Kris

I was asked what is a favorite memory of my dad and this is the one that appeared in my head last night. My favorite times with my dad aren't on any vacation or opening fabulous gifts at Christmas, but it is the times we get to lay around and relax. This is me as a child 5/6?. My dad built a swing set for us in the backyard...not one from a box or a kit, but one he designed for my sister and me...after the work was all complete (well besides putting sand in the sand box....18 years later, I'm still waiting for that) we relaxed in a hamock. The good o'l days!

To Dad: Happy Father's Day

Father’s day is just around the corner….I haven’t forgotten, I have just chosen not to get my father a gift…mailing him a card (yes..a very nice one that he will leave on the kitchen table for everyone to read…and it could take them a while to do so, cause it is that good) I can’t think of one thing that he needs…or doesn’t already have….so no gift is better than something he will never touch or look at again. (What do you get a man who has everything…? Any ideas?) I wish I had time to go home and go fishing with him….many memories have I of fishing with him (good times) I heard a song on a commercial tonight… “You are the Wind Beneath my Wings” this song has great meaning to me because when I was a little girl I use to sing that song on tape and send it to my father when he was serving in Desert Storm. That was a year that he wasn’t here for Father’s Day. I don’t remember all the gifts I have given him over the years..and he has trouble remembering yesterday so I doubt he does either. So a gift like a song is priceless! Make sure you make this Father’s Day memorable…you never know when it will be your last. What makes the day memorable the memories or the gift?

God Bless those who are our FATHERS blessed are those who our like our FATHERS!

This song always brings tears to my eyes...I will remember you...

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In Loving Memory.....

In loving memory of Paul.

A man in his late 80's ready to enter into the kingdom of God.
A widow for over two decades.
A man that loved to chat.
A man with a smile no matter how he was feeling.
A man with hundreds of memories and stories.
Oh how he will be missed.
Oh how he was loved by family and friends.
He believed in Christ.
He believed that he was saved.

I will remember this man in my prayers.
I will remember this man in my heart.
I will remember this man in my future.
He believed that things happen for a reason.

Life goes on, this time should be a celebration.
For Paul is Home.

Dear Heavenly Father,
Bless this day in all it's glory Lord, for a friend is ready to come home with you Lord. I pray that he is with you in the place you went before us to prepare oh Christ. Lord help us to know that it is ok to cry and to know that he will be missed, but help us to celebrate his life on earth and his life with you in heaven. Amen


May God continue to bless all of you,
Kris

Me and Peter getting comfortable!

Just to clarify...everyone has to take their picture with Peter Pecker...it is a tradition.

The Bachelor

Patrica...is still going through some changes.
Isn't she beeeeautiful?

The Party! Wild & Crazy Folks!


I did blur the crown....just to make everythng ok

Bachelor Party....hmmmm?

So last night I threw a bachelor party for my co-worker/friend/fellow elementary ed. major. I know you are thinking...girl throwing party for male getting married...little backward huh...? It was a good time however even Peter Pecker got to join us. I'm sure you are thinking who is Peter Pecker? Well he is the manliest of men, he attends bacheloret parties, baby showers, wedding showers, and now without the proper sex change completed yet he even came to the bachelor party. Peter Pecker (aka Patrica). Life of the party no doubt, comedic relief when some special blue punch was added to the situation.
Well now you know about my entertaining evening or little bits of it anyways. Unfortunately when you get together with co-workers you are bound to talk about work. (Which is my normally conversations anyways...I'm addicted to my job, what can I say) Any ways while I was laying on the carpet listening to the conversations...trying not to participate and ruin the ideal bachelor party i over heard the line "once they leave our classrooms they grow they move on and they initial forget about everything that was done and us." so that wasn't an exact quote but it is initially what they said. And I laid on the floor (hoping not to get stepped on ) trying to stay focused on what they had said...thinking to myself that is very sad, but very true. Many of the children will leave my room and never mention my name again I will long be forgotten as they grow....just thinking of this made me very sad. I hope that it isn't true...I hope that I can impact at least one child in my classroom that when they leave they come back whether it be the next year or 20 years down the line. I would love to know if I made an impact on at least one child's memory.
So these are all of my random thoughts for this morning...a picture / two may be posted later....I will make sure to blur part of the images so it isn't inappropriate for the site. (however I don't have my camera because I'm a silly drunk girl and left it in my co-worker's car (and no I didn't leave it there on purpose...regardless of what he thinks...lol)

First time ever attempted by me...girl that loves to repell but hates to climb up. Who would have thought. ??? 

I have been in deep thought on what makes a good friend...what makes a good friend to you? I have known Leah (girl on far right) since we lived across the street as little girls. Regina and I have been friends since like sixth grade and Shannon and I danced togther at a young age and have been friends since like second grade or so....I think that these friendships are important because they last we have been close friends all through high school. We have now been out of school for over 4 years now and we are all still close. I want to thank those of you who I call friends because your friendship means the world to me and I hope they last a life time. 

What are you wearing

So I’m at home taking it easy. It has been a stressful few first days of summer…but I’m dealing. I was flipping through channels and found Spiderman and they have a good quote that stuck in my head…. “with great power comes great responsibility.” How true are those words in your life? I relate them to work for me….I’m a lead teacher by myself with several responsibilities some times it gets to me. Also when I heard this line I thought of how Christ had such great power and with that power came his responsibility on earth to fulfill the promise.
I have a bunch of random thoughts today. I was reading a devotional (Philippians 3:1-11) and it was talking about being well-dress. [I want to be found in Him, not having a righteousness of my own…but that which is through faith in Christ.] With it being a gorgeous, sun-drenched, scorching 90 degrees…it got me thinking about righteousness and the true meaning of righteousness, what we are clothed with…what does it mean to you? Righteousness to me means FORGIVENESS. Just like on this scorching day you wouldn’t sit outside on the hill wearing a parka and long johns with a stocking hat for hours on end…not the ideal clothing selection for the day, but in the same manor God wraps us up even on the hottest of days in His love, he keeps us safe and protected. He has given us a robe of righteousness. “how well dressed are we?”

God Bless,
Kris

Forgive the typos…a little tired after working…that would be why everything is so random.. : -)

Beautiful Butterfly

On our fieldtrip today we went to Reiman Gardens it was a wonderful sight to see children following butterflies around...having them land on their fingers while children stared in awww. God Bless the little things in life.