Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Another Hooded Scarf

My sister really liked the hooded scarf I made for my niece, Carly. She needs something with a closer weave, though, because she gets cold so easily. I decided to start the hood like I started Carly's, but do the body of the hood and the scarf with a stitch that is more dense. I re-discovered the basket weave stitch online and am giving it a shot So far, it looks good. 


Sunday, March 24, 2013

Amber Splendor

I need a better camera. I recently purchased an Olympic digital Ph.D. camera (Push here, Dummy) but the color is always off, and I'll be dipped if I can figure out how to fix it. I just don't know enough about them. Next time a Nikon digital goes on sale, I'm there!

Anyway, this necklace is actually beautiful with amber, gold and brown beads connected with gold chain. I'm going to talk to my friend's daughter about taking some pictures of my jewelry so I have better photographic representations of my product, and then I'll think about opening a store. I also have to remember to ask my brother what is a reasonable amount to pay her for her time...

Serena and Eric

Taken at their Bridal Shower

Friday, March 22, 2013

Down for the Count

Ian and I have been fighting something lately. Yesterday, I woke him up at 6:30 to go to bed, I followed by 7, and we slept the night through. I've still got a temperature. He seems to have bounced back pretty quickly.

Sunday, March 17, 2013

For Susie's Granddaughter

Susie's granddaughter wanted snowflake earrings for her birthday. Susie picked the charms she liked, and asked if I could make her a jewelry set with clip-on earrings. No problem! I hope she likes them as much as Susie and I do. 



Wednesday, March 13, 2013

What Teachers Make

I found this poem on a website for teachers, and think it is absolutely perfect. I am not pursuing a degree in Mathematics Education because I am seeking 'big bucks' or 'gobs of time off'. I will probably be dirt floor poor and scraping to pay my student loans. But I will be making a difference. 

I do have to say, too, that I doubly enjoyed this poem from the standpoint of a legal assistant to personal injury attorneys. Mr. Mali says it well:



What Teachers Make, or
Objection Overruled, or
If things don’t work out, you can always go to law school


By Taylor Mali
www.taylormali.com


He says the problem with teachers is, “What’s a kid going to learn
from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?”
He reminds the other dinner guests that it’s true what they say about
teachers:
Those who can, do; those who can’t, teach.


I decide to bite my tongue instead of his
and resist the temptation to remind the other dinner guests
that it’s also true what they say about lawyers.


Because we’re eating, after all, and this is polite company.

“I mean, you¹re a teacher, Taylor,” he says.
“Be honest. What do you make?”


And I wish he hadn’t done that
(asked me to be honest)
because, you see, I have a policy
about honesty and a**-kicking:
if you ask for it, I have to let you have it.


You want to know what I make?

I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could.
I can make a C+ feel like a Congressional medal of honor
and an A- feel like a slap in the face.
How dare you waste my time with anything less than your very best.


I make kids sit through 40 minutes of study hall
in absolute silence. No, you may not work in groups.
No, you may not ask a question.
Why won’t I let you get a drink of water?
Because you’re not thirsty, you’re bored, that’s why.


I make parents tremble in fear when I call home:
I hope I haven’t called at a bad time,
I just wanted to talk to you about something Billy said today.
Billy said, “Leave the kid alone. I still cry sometimes, don’t you?”
And it was the noblest act of courage I have ever seen.


I make parents see their children for who they are
and what they can be.


You want to know what I make?

I make kids wonder,
I make them question.
I make them criticize.
I make them apologize and mean it.
I make them write, write, write.
And then I make them read.
I make them spell definitely beautiful, definitely beautiful, definitely
beautiful
over and over and over again until they will never misspell
either one of those words again.
I make them show all their work in math.
And hide it on their final drafts in English.


I make them understand that if you got this (brains)
then you follow this (heart) and if someone ever tries to judge you
by what you make, you give them this (the finger).


Let me break it down for you, so you know what I say is true:
I make a g**d*** difference! What about you?



Mr. Mali's website can be found at www.taylormali.com and on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/TaylorMaliPoet?ref=ts&fref=ts

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Friday, March 01, 2013

Snitch



Excellent movie! Ian and I both enjoyed it, and had a very intense discussion after about how the choices people make affect others. :)