EDU 543 Jing/ PPT project link (also linked on Angel)
Jing Project
I just looked at a funny pants flowchart and almost loaded that instead of my Jing. Here it is, FYI, and just in case you were wondering:
Pants. Completely dumb, but funny...
So My some of my favorite blogs are listed on the side over there-------------->
mostly the inspirational ones.
Here are the favorites:
Leadership:
Michael Hyatt
Jon Acuff
Seth Godin
Education:
Kevin Jarret, Technology in Education Blog
Twitter feed: Andrew Bowman
Curriculum 21 (Curriculum Mapping)
Illinois State Board of Education
State School News
Applications:
Mac music apps: iTick, Tabs, FlashNote, iTunes, YouTube
Android music apps: Rhythm Cat Pro, iNote Trainer, Pandora, YouTube
Mac education apps: (my kids are 2nd grade, Kindergarten, & toddler): WordGirl, Montessori Crosswords, Read Me Stories, FlashToPass, Everyday Math, Toddler Shapes, MeMeTales, ABCFree
Android education apps: Montessori Crosswords, Kids Ultimate Art, iStoryBooks
I'd love to know what you think of these posts- check them out and let me know!
Friday, March 30, 2012
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Ash Wednesday
Today is the first day of Lent, my favorite time of the Church. I love the simplicity, the starkness, the laid-bare soul and reflective spirit of Lent. The tempo marking 'Lento' in music means slow; I always think 'painfully slow'. Time is on me during Lent, the season of slow. And so,
I put away the snowmen, cleaned the living room and replaced winter with quiet white linens, seashells, and pitchers. This year, my outward aim is to shut out the spirit of the world and remember the baptisms of each of my children and my own. The girls and I will be reading their baby journals where I recorded their baptism days, the service, the parties afterwards, what it all meant, and what it will mean when they decide to confirm their baptisms in the church.
We will be talking about relationships and the time it takes to keep them right, to grow and nurture them with patience. And looking to the Master of relationship for His examples of how to treat people and love them well.
My other aim this season is to do the hard things: exercise, communicate effectively, eat well, and use my time well. I want to use my gifts this season, practice them and appreciate them. These are lofty goals and long time coming goals. The winter it is past and the preparations for the lively summer will begin soon, but for now it's slow time.
Give Thanks time, remember time, God time.
I put away the snowmen, cleaned the living room and replaced winter with quiet white linens, seashells, and pitchers. This year, my outward aim is to shut out the spirit of the world and remember the baptisms of each of my children and my own. The girls and I will be reading their baby journals where I recorded their baptism days, the service, the parties afterwards, what it all meant, and what it will mean when they decide to confirm their baptisms in the church.
We will be talking about relationships and the time it takes to keep them right, to grow and nurture them with patience. And looking to the Master of relationship for His examples of how to treat people and love them well.
My other aim this season is to do the hard things: exercise, communicate effectively, eat well, and use my time well. I want to use my gifts this season, practice them and appreciate them. These are lofty goals and long time coming goals. The winter it is past and the preparations for the lively summer will begin soon, but for now it's slow time.
Give Thanks time, remember time, God time.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
The list
I don't have one.
Oh, I have the kid's lists, I have the 'Ridiculous Things I Want' list, but for once in my grown up life, I don't have a 'to do' list.
I've been busy, overwhelmed with life. There are a million things I need to be doing, and a list would indeed be helpful. But I don't have one, and I don't want one. I have my permission to go without a list.
I want to have coffee with a friend Friday morning, so I scheduled it. Noelle might come along.
I want to enjoy baking cookies with the girls and friends on Saturday morning, and my pantry is stocked. So I scheduled it.
I am going to worship with Christmas music on Saturday night and Sunday at church. Hey! I'm the one playing it! No plans, no set list. I'm just going to go and do.
Next week, I'm watching movies during the day and wrapping presents during nap-time. I will be done by Tuesday.
There is still a bit of shopping to do, but I really don't know what else I need. I'll know after I'm done wrapping on Tuesday.
You know what I am going to do? I am going to enjoy my girls, read stories, watch Elf & A Christmas Carol, we will sing together silly songs, decorate cookies and eat way too many. We will hide gifts from one another. We will play with the nativities and read the story over and over. This is the time of life to cherish, not the list.
See? My no list Christmas is going to be SA-WEET!
Oh, I have the kid's lists, I have the 'Ridiculous Things I Want' list, but for once in my grown up life, I don't have a 'to do' list.
I've been busy, overwhelmed with life. There are a million things I need to be doing, and a list would indeed be helpful. But I don't have one, and I don't want one. I have my permission to go without a list.
I want to have coffee with a friend Friday morning, so I scheduled it. Noelle might come along.
I want to enjoy baking cookies with the girls and friends on Saturday morning, and my pantry is stocked. So I scheduled it.
I am going to worship with Christmas music on Saturday night and Sunday at church. Hey! I'm the one playing it! No plans, no set list. I'm just going to go and do.
Next week, I'm watching movies during the day and wrapping presents during nap-time. I will be done by Tuesday.
There is still a bit of shopping to do, but I really don't know what else I need. I'll know after I'm done wrapping on Tuesday.
You know what I am going to do? I am going to enjoy my girls, read stories, watch Elf & A Christmas Carol, we will sing together silly songs, decorate cookies and eat way too many. We will hide gifts from one another. We will play with the nativities and read the story over and over. This is the time of life to cherish, not the list.
See? My no list Christmas is going to be SA-WEET!
Monday, November 14, 2011
November Evening
Today was busy. Today was internally busy, today was externally busy.
I took time out to spend with my husband.
Funny how a boy from Chicago can grab my soul with his love of my heritage in the country. We walked through the thick mud of a freshly turned field. In the twilight, he carried Cocopugs and I carried little Belle. CB lost her shoes. (pink ballet flats belong in a muddy field) We walked one behind the other, searching and scanning in precious daylight. Once on the other side, the girls and I headed down to the river while he continued to look. He is so aware of what he does in the woods and fields, so aware of the animal that he lost. His obligation is to finish what he started, respect the process. This man that I love yelled across the grasses to the river for me. I grabbed small bodies, cool hands and followed his voice to find him pulling a beautiful large deer from the brush.
Yesterday morning he came home from his hunt with tales of six bucks pursuing one doe. He observed quietly from a not perfect angle, and as he was pulling his first shot, another deer entered the area and the instant was lost. He wasn't able to see clearly the deer he was after, but quickly pulled another shot and nicked the animal. He searched for his arrows to account for what happened and could only find one barely bloody arrow. He watched the buck lick its neck and then bound away into the brush. He thought he'd missed and the arrow had gone into the river behind.
Today, his good buddy was hunting the same area and came across a 9 point buck with a clean arrow wound to his neck, and a nick on the thigh. Pat asked us to come with him to find it, and so our adventure went. He thanked his daughters and wife for caring enough to tromp through the field and search with him.
All a part of the treasure and journey with him.
I hope I feed his soul as clearly as he feeds mine.
I took time out to spend with my husband.
Funny how a boy from Chicago can grab my soul with his love of my heritage in the country. We walked through the thick mud of a freshly turned field. In the twilight, he carried Cocopugs and I carried little Belle. CB lost her shoes. (pink ballet flats belong in a muddy field) We walked one behind the other, searching and scanning in precious daylight. Once on the other side, the girls and I headed down to the river while he continued to look. He is so aware of what he does in the woods and fields, so aware of the animal that he lost. His obligation is to finish what he started, respect the process. This man that I love yelled across the grasses to the river for me. I grabbed small bodies, cool hands and followed his voice to find him pulling a beautiful large deer from the brush.
Yesterday morning he came home from his hunt with tales of six bucks pursuing one doe. He observed quietly from a not perfect angle, and as he was pulling his first shot, another deer entered the area and the instant was lost. He wasn't able to see clearly the deer he was after, but quickly pulled another shot and nicked the animal. He searched for his arrows to account for what happened and could only find one barely bloody arrow. He watched the buck lick its neck and then bound away into the brush. He thought he'd missed and the arrow had gone into the river behind.
Today, his good buddy was hunting the same area and came across a 9 point buck with a clean arrow wound to his neck, and a nick on the thigh. Pat asked us to come with him to find it, and so our adventure went. He thanked his daughters and wife for caring enough to tromp through the field and search with him.
All a part of the treasure and journey with him.
I hope I feed his soul as clearly as he feeds mine.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Thankful
This morning smells like hope.
Ok it really smells like toddlers, fruit loops and coffee here at the kitchen table.
It's a rare day and I want to enjoy it fully. Pat is working today and I have a clean calendar with a couple of things to do, a paper to write and three girls to hang out with. We are working together today to prepare for the season ahead, we will rest together and laugh together. I am hoping we will not fight together.
This week has been difficult. **DISCLAIMER**(massive understatement- this week resulted in a panic attack of epic proportions including meltdown, temper tantrums and crying. That wasn't the kids) I have observed people who struggle with the same issues over and over, and I know it is true for me. I feel my issues are magnified when I'm under stress. And this week has pushed my stress to new heights. Expectations for the children and home are not being met; my husband is picking up a lot of slack and essentially working both at home and at work. I was in intense physical pain for a couple of days, and my understanding of coursework is not as clear as I'd like. In my distant past I relied on unhealthy methods to cope with stress, so learning a few new techniques is now a necessity. I found the help I needed (honestly, a kind Drs off- the- books care, little talk therapy, an afternoon of walking around in the sunshine barefoot did amazing things for my psyche) and I am reflective on the whole process. Again.
So the girls and I are working on our thanksgiving journal at the table and I am thankful this morning for the struggle. I am thankful that my life is not boring, not predictable, not perfect. I am thankful for complicated relationships worthy of hard work. Hope is present even when my patience wears thin. Disciplining myself to look toward the fruits of a good relationship pushes me to work through difficult times. I am thankful that I have maintained good relationships that could have been written off. I have seriously high maintenance friends, I am thankful for the work our relationships are because it deepens the bond we have together. What is life without relationship?
I am also thankful that my struggles are pretty consistent. Even when there is a curveball thrown in, I can still mostly pare them down to the common denominator and try not to lose my head over them. And when I do lose my head, at least I know where to look for it. Now let's get going on this beautiful day.
Ok it really smells like toddlers, fruit loops and coffee here at the kitchen table.
It's a rare day and I want to enjoy it fully. Pat is working today and I have a clean calendar with a couple of things to do, a paper to write and three girls to hang out with. We are working together today to prepare for the season ahead, we will rest together and laugh together. I am hoping we will not fight together.
This week has been difficult. **DISCLAIMER**(massive understatement- this week resulted in a panic attack of epic proportions including meltdown, temper tantrums and crying. That wasn't the kids) I have observed people who struggle with the same issues over and over, and I know it is true for me. I feel my issues are magnified when I'm under stress. And this week has pushed my stress to new heights. Expectations for the children and home are not being met; my husband is picking up a lot of slack and essentially working both at home and at work. I was in intense physical pain for a couple of days, and my understanding of coursework is not as clear as I'd like. In my distant past I relied on unhealthy methods to cope with stress, so learning a few new techniques is now a necessity. I found the help I needed (honestly, a kind Drs off- the- books care, little talk therapy, an afternoon of walking around in the sunshine barefoot did amazing things for my psyche) and I am reflective on the whole process. Again.
So the girls and I are working on our thanksgiving journal at the table and I am thankful this morning for the struggle. I am thankful that my life is not boring, not predictable, not perfect. I am thankful for complicated relationships worthy of hard work. Hope is present even when my patience wears thin. Disciplining myself to look toward the fruits of a good relationship pushes me to work through difficult times. I am thankful that I have maintained good relationships that could have been written off. I have seriously high maintenance friends, I am thankful for the work our relationships are because it deepens the bond we have together. What is life without relationship?
I am also thankful that my struggles are pretty consistent. Even when there is a curveball thrown in, I can still mostly pare them down to the common denominator and try not to lose my head over them. And when I do lose my head, at least I know where to look for it. Now let's get going on this beautiful day.
Friday, October 28, 2011
October Morning
At 2 AM Patrick and I both woke up for no real reason.
He heard me toss and turn then whispered 'hey are you up?'
'yup, but i don't wanna be'
'me either. your feet are finally warm'
And back to sleep.
At 5 AM my harp alarm went off and I was in the middle of a dream. AGGGHHHH!!!
At 6 AM I finally got out of bed, grabbed the laptop and am still in bed. I am supposed to be researching my project but I can't get motivated.
It's 7 AM and I must start my busy day.
This week has been too much.
Too much thinking, too much activity, too much drama.
This week has had too little.
Too little prayer, too little reflection, too little comfort.
This weekend offers no relief. We are heading up north and then back for teaching & church Sunday.
My project is due Sunday at 11:59PM.
I am craving a room of my own, guilt free study, clarity on issues of discernment, and a physically rested and calm body.
This is a marathon not a sprint.
So I'm going to lay it all down and claim the inspiration of the Holy Spirit: Hebrews 12: 1-3 Do you see what this means—all these pioneers who blazed the way, all these veterans cheering us on? It means we'd better get on with it. Strip down, start running—and never quit! No extra spiritual fat, no parasitic sins. Keep your eyes on Jesus, who both began and finished this race we're in. Study how he did it. Because he never lost sight of where he was headed—that exhilarating finish in and with God—he could put up with anything along the way: Cross, shame, whatever. And now he's there, in the place of honor, right alongside God. When you find yourselves flagging in your faith, go over that story again, item by item, that long litany of hostility he plowed through. That will shoot adrenaline into your souls!
He heard me toss and turn then whispered 'hey are you up?'
'yup, but i don't wanna be'
'me either. your feet are finally warm'
And back to sleep.
At 5 AM my harp alarm went off and I was in the middle of a dream. AGGGHHHH!!!
At 6 AM I finally got out of bed, grabbed the laptop and am still in bed. I am supposed to be researching my project but I can't get motivated.
It's 7 AM and I must start my busy day.
This week has been too much.
Too much thinking, too much activity, too much drama.
This week has had too little.
Too little prayer, too little reflection, too little comfort.
This weekend offers no relief. We are heading up north and then back for teaching & church Sunday.
My project is due Sunday at 11:59PM.
I am craving a room of my own, guilt free study, clarity on issues of discernment, and a physically rested and calm body.
This is a marathon not a sprint.
So I'm going to lay it all down and claim the inspiration of the Holy Spirit: Hebrews 12: 1-3 Do you see what this means—all these pioneers who blazed the way, all these veterans cheering us on? It means we'd better get on with it. Strip down, start running—and never quit! No extra spiritual fat, no parasitic sins. Keep your eyes on Jesus, who both began and finished this race we're in. Study how he did it. Because he never lost sight of where he was headed—that exhilarating finish in and with God—he could put up with anything along the way: Cross, shame, whatever. And now he's there, in the place of honor, right alongside God. When you find yourselves flagging in your faith, go over that story again, item by item, that long litany of hostility he plowed through. That will shoot adrenaline into your souls!
-The Message
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
My Current Obsession
And I'm procrastinating. But not really, because my paper isn't due until Sunday, and it's a reflection paper which means I have to think about what I've learned. I do believe I must ruminate on the subject a little while before I commit any words to paper.
I want to read Tolstoy- Anna Karenina is calling me, and mostly because of the first line:
"Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way."
Reading is so amazing because an engaging author can put you in any position with any character at different times in your life. After the loss of my first love, I felt like Anna, so hopeless in love. Now I identify with Kitty, content in domesticity but still (hopefully) complex. Sometimes I feel like Levin wanting to take care of everyone I meet. And I need to read it again because I remember it being such a big read when I was younger- I have a little more life under my belt and think I'd get more out of it this time around. What mysteries would it hold for me now? I think I've learned more about life reading about it than actually living it. And especially in this case, that's a good thing.
I want to read Tolstoy- Anna Karenina is calling me, and mostly because of the first line:
"Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way."
Reading is so amazing because an engaging author can put you in any position with any character at different times in your life. After the loss of my first love, I felt like Anna, so hopeless in love. Now I identify with Kitty, content in domesticity but still (hopefully) complex. Sometimes I feel like Levin wanting to take care of everyone I meet. And I need to read it again because I remember it being such a big read when I was younger- I have a little more life under my belt and think I'd get more out of it this time around. What mysteries would it hold for me now? I think I've learned more about life reading about it than actually living it. And especially in this case, that's a good thing.
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