Thursday, March 17, 2016

Radio Silence

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What is with the silence, Brooke? I am not quite sure. Spring break, a two year old, and STAAR approaching must have gotten to me. I was doing such a good job posting, but then, it just stopped.

Like I mentioned above, we are getting closer and closer to our STAAR test. For that reason, it is important that we take a look back at a few of the things we have learned this year. Today's blog post is all about figurative language. What is figurative language? Why is figurative language important?

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I love to read essays that have a little bit of figurative language in them because it features something that is out of the ordinary. A little bit of someone's personality shines through an essay that includes figurative language.

Figurative language comes in many forms, and ups the ante of your essay. We will be practicing figurative language next week, but for extra credit, you can share a Google Doc with me using at least 5 different types of figurative language!

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Thursday, March 10, 2016

Kidnapped...the good way

I was hanging up a picture in my living room. A beautiful gem I found at a garage sale down the street when it happened.

Two ladies walked in with a billion balloons and kidnapped me. In a good way of course. My sweet friends took the time to plan an outing for me. Texted Adam, made sure I was home, and then hopped in the car to pick me up. We had a delightful time of being together! Perfect way to almost start my 30th year.

Wednesday, March 9, 2016

I Noticed

When I started this challenge, one of the first blog posts I read said she was going to focus on acts of kindness she saw this month (the link above takes you to her most recent slice).I love love that idea! While I wasn't going to copy her theme, I set out to notice the same thing daily, and I was so surprised to find all the great things going on around me. First thing this morning, kindness embraced me.

As the storm raged outside our house, thunder clapped, and the neighbors car alarm went off repeatedly, I woke with my own raging storm. A headache. Thankfully, not a migraine or I would not be able to type, but still horrible. I laid in bed tossing and turning and realized I never posted a blog last night. Having too much fun being snugglebuggled (what Grant calls it when we all sit on the couch together), I guess. I realized that put me out of the contest, but another feeling hit me in between throbs. I am not ready to stop. Usually, all it takes is one time of NOT doing it to be finished. Not this time! I was already trying to think about what I would write today. That is when it happens. Multiple acts of kindness before 5:30 am.

My sweet husband woke up and asked me how long I have been awake. I think the easier question would be how long did I sleep. Not much. I already tried my mom's trick of a hot bath with a rolled up towel. I already drank a bottle in a half of water like my friend, Emili, says to do. Now I am wallowing in my pain. My sweet husband turned  the pillow sideways, kissed me, and walked towards the kitchen.

Why is turning the pillow sideways a big deal? I told him once that my Nana used to do that when I spent the night to make sure I didn't fall off the bed. It always stuck with me. No matter how old I was, when she woke up and got out of bed, she turned the pillow. Now, Adam does this, and he doesn't realize it, but he is showing his love for me.

He then brewed the coffee and brought me a cup. Although I am in bed this morning  because of a pounding head, one of my favorite things to do is read my Kindle in bed with coffee. He could have just sat on the couch with his cup, but no. He brought me mine. Knowing him, he probably hasn't even poured his yet. He went back and found medicine and another bottle of water. Small things, I know. But small things usually equate to the biggest impact on the heart, don't ya think?

Kindness is all around us.

Monday, March 7, 2016

Winning...the Spring Break way

Today is the first official day of our spring break, and I am winning! One full day in pajamas! I don't know what it is about staying in my pajamas all day, but it makes me feel like I am on top of the world! The first Christmas with my husband's parents, we had been go go go the entire week. I was so done! I will never forget the look on their faces when I said that I didn't care what THEY did, but I was in my PJs the whole day. I felt like a winner then as well.

Now, truth be told, at first this morning, I did NOT feel like a winner. We drove to my parent's house last night (after Little Mexico, see yesterday's post 😁) and were waking up early to go to the World Aquarium in Dallas. I was so excited! I woke up bounding through the living room as if it the calendar showed Christmas Day, not Monday. However, the stomach bug that has wrecked my little boy's body has decided to rebound, so the trip was canceled. I tried to be a big girl about it...but that has been all I have wanted to do with my little family for months!

Oh well, I lost that round, but so far I am winning the PJ round!

Sunday, March 6, 2016

Little Mexico

Just thinking the name makes my mouth water. Little Mexico. My all time favorite restaurant, and I was able to eat there today. It is such a treat to walk through the doors. I have been visiting this restaurant for 30 years. Yep, the day before I was born, 30 years ago later this week, my parents ate there. My mother has been eating at this restaurant since SHE was a little girl. It is our family's favorite place to go.

But it has a downside.

It is an hour and a half from my family home. I grew up driving an hour and a half to eat Tex Mex. My mom grew up driving an hour and a half to eat Tex Mex! Now, on any given weekend, I will pick up the phone, tell my mom to get dressed, and drive just over an hour and a half to eat Tex Mex!! Unfortunately, when Adam and I got married, we didn't wind up any closer. We settled about the same distance from the restaurant doors.

I know it sounds crazy to think we drive that far to eat and get back in the car to drive home. It doesn't just sound IS crazy! But what can I say? We are a crazy bunch of people!

Saturday, March 5, 2016

Almost too late...why?

Today, after half a week of a super sick toddler, my mother (known as Cookie to her grandkids) picked up Grant (much to his delight!). He woke up saying, "Papa! Cookie! Need my soootcase. In my closet, Mommy! Get clothes!" Seriously. First words. I am glad he shows this much excitement for them. It makes me happy. 

So, the title said I was almost late. I am sure you are thinking that I did my have a toddler, so why in the world am I almost late posting?! Simple. Date day. How did we spend our day? most young couples of toddlers.


While Adam took down some trees in the backyard (my lumberjack!), I washed, vacuumed, and detailed our car. If you know me, you know that is a pretty big deal. After the yucky chores were out of the way, we settled in for some bagel pizzas (dinner of champs) and our favorite activity...board games. 

Tonight consisted of two rounds of Takenoko and two of the card game Aquarius. During that time, while trying to share some of my strategy for being Adam in Takenoko every time we play, I accidentally said something about needing to think critically and always be a step ahead. As you can imagine, that didn't go over too well. Luckily for me, he was able to laugh it off, and the one time he beat me in Aquarius proclaimed it was due to thinking ahead. 

Friday, March 4, 2016


I saw the sign, and before I realized it, I was turning.

It was as if the lady was beckoning me, "Broooke....Brooookeeeeee! You deserve me!"

I never hardly ever drink coffee shop coffees. I have a hard time spending $5 on something that I can make for $.50 at home. Today was different. I was in the nearest bigger town..I've had a very sick toddler on my hands...and I splurged. And boy, was it worth it! As I popped the straw on my open palm to open it, I thought about the $4.71 I just spent on a blended up coffee. I could have used that money somewhere else. All the negative thoughts vanished as soon as the first frozen sips hit my tongue. Butterscotch, coffee, and whipped cream exploded onto my taste buds, and for just a moment, I am pretty sure I was hearing the Hallalujah Chorus. I couldn't help but close my eyes and whisper, "Oh my stars!" Then I shook my head, as if that was going to clear my craziness. I was actually enjoying coffee shop coffee. Overpriced coffee. Ridiculously fancy coffee. Delicious coffee. Fantastic coffee.

My coffee.

At every red light I found myself closing my eyes and savoring the sip down to the very last, very unladylike slurp at the bottom. I splurged, and in the words of Uncle Jesse, "Have Mercy!"

Thursday, March 3, 2016

The sounds

Barking. Constant barking echoes through the neighborhood. Usually accompanied by my own dog, Creed.

Chirping. Constant chirping drifting in the open windows thanks to the feeders my sweet husband keeps stocked.

Talking. Constant talking from a two year old that has found his voice.

Rocking. Constant rocking coming from the recliner as my husband sits and relaxes.

Laughing. Constant laughing coming from the episode of Full House that no one is watching, but that is serving as background noise.

The sounds of my afternoon. No, there isn't any peace here. There is lots of noise. But I love it.

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Not an Island

This is true whether it is you OR your child. It is doubley difficult when both you AND your husband are teachers. This morning, after calling in to stay home with Grant, I ran to the school to prepare sub plans. I promised that it would be QUICK. It was anything BUT quick. Nothing worked like I needed it to, and since I was on a time crunch (Adam HAD to get to work), I think I was frazzled.

However, I realized I wasn't alone in this. I had my people. You have those people, too.

Those people that immediately come to your rescue. Those people that do whatever they can even if all they are doing are OFFERING to help. Several of my coworkers made sure my sub had the schedule, enough copies, and the ability to log on. Our tech queen checked in with her and made sure she could get my lesson up and working. Many have already texted/called to tell me all is a-ok.

So, today, after taking a moment to breathe, I know that I am not in this alone.
I am not an island while at work. I am thankful that I have surrounded myself with people that will stop and help when it is needed.

Student assignment:

Today we are reviewing pronouns...when to use them and when to NOT. For extra credit, copy and paste my blog post into Google Docs and highlight my pronouns. There are A LOT! In your opinion, did I use too many? Did I write with repetition? Clarity?

For an extra credit opportunity - write a quick slice about a time your PEOPLE came to the rescue.

Tuesday, March 1, 2016


Sometimes I feel like I am always ONE away.

One minute too early or late. One chapter away from finishing my book before falling asleep. One ingredient too short in my Swedish meatballs (and honestly, you can't really do Swedish meatballs without the meat...or so I figured out last night). I get so frustrated being so close but not getting the end result that I wanted. This morning, though, I realized that sometimes I need to celebrate being ONE away.

This morning, sweet little Grant was running from one side of the hallway to the other. Running. Back and forth. Back and forth. While he was doing that, he was singing some song. He was going so quickly and breathing so hard that I couldn't quite figure out what he was singing. It wasn't until I was able to catch the wild man that I could hear what he was singing. "G - R - EEE - N - T! That's ME!"

I just looked at him, and then of course, covered him in kisses! I was so proud of him. No, I didn't name my child Grent....I did, however, name him Grant. We have been working on his name and made up a little song to help him spell his name, and I was so thrilled to hear him singing his song without us prompting him. No, he didn't spell it completely right. BUUUUUT - he was only ONE letter away! I was so proud that of him! Of course, I tried to get it on video, but he wouldn't repeat it for the camera. I put my camera down, and he did it over and over again. It was like the camera was the off switch.

Thank you, Slice of Life, for making me look at the little things and celebrate them. I am excited to continue writing about these moments in my life and reading all of yours! What a great opportunity I have as a teacher to grow!

Students, when have YOU been one away, but proud of yourself? Write your own slice (or time you were proud when you were one away) from that moment in Google Docs and share it with me for extra credit!