tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39882847794814275932024-03-13T01:30:36.004-04:00GloJoMoLet it beGloJoMohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825862252998076240noreply@blogger.comBlogger107125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988284779481427593.post-84321277717373128932009-02-14T11:25:00.002-05:002009-02-14T11:58:09.215-05:00The Power of Now by Eckhart TolleI just started reading this book (because of the recommendation of an High School acquaintance that I reconnected with through facebook) and the book speaks to me in a way that makes everything clear and possible. I can feel a huge shift inside myself. I can feel a change for the better happening right now.<br /><br />In the introduction Tolle describes how he came to be the spiritual teacher that he is today and then he proceeds to write the book in a question and answer format.<br /><br />I will quote the most profound thing I read today,<br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You have probably come across 'mad' people in the street incessantly talking or muttering to themselves. Well, that's not much different from what you and all other 'normal' people do, except that you don't do it out loud. The voice [or your mind] comments, speculates, judges, compares, complains, likes, dislikes, and so on. The voice isn't necessarily relevant to the situation you find yourself in at the time; it may be reviving the recent or distant past or rehearsing or imaging possible future situations. Here it often imagines things going wrong and negative outcomes; this is called worry. Sometimes this soundtrack is accompanied by visual images or 'mental movies'.... It is not uncommon for the voice to be a person's own worst enemy. Many people live with the tormentor in their head that continuously attacks and punishes them and drains them of vital energy....</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />The good news is that you can free yourself from your mind....</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />When you listen to that voice, listen to it impartially. That is to say, do not judge. Do not judge or condemn what you hear, for doing so would mean that the same voice has come in again through the back door. You'll soon realize: </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">there</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> is a voice, and here </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">I am</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> listening to it, watching it. This </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">I am</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> realization, this sense of your own presence, is not a thought. It arises from beyond the mind."</span><br /><br />I connected so much with this portion of the text because I have always felt as if I have had two warring sides inside my brain -- not necessarily voices telling me to do things -- but two voices arguing with each other, constantly arguing with each other. I suddenly felt as if I understood what has been going on all this time. My <span style="font-style: italic;">self</span> was arguing with my <span style="font-style: italic;">mind</span> -- that old devil and angel on your shoulder thing.<br /><br />But more importantly is that I realized that Tolle is right -- allowing our minds to go on and on unchecked like we do -- that is a form of insanity. The ego, he says later in the book, is when you believe that you are the thoughts in your mind. For example, you have evil thoughts, so you are an evil person or you have brilliant thoughts so you are a brilliant person. This is what keeps us from being enlightened and finding our true selves.<br /><br />Suddenly, after years of reading about meditation, studying buddhism and hinduism, and searching for peace, I found in this book very simple instructions that not only made sense to both my mind and my self, but also seem very <span style="font-style: italic;">doable</span>.<br /><br />He also says the description of an addiciton is that you cannot stop yourself from going back for more, and so we are addictted to thinking. In this way we have become slaves to our minds. When a memory comes to mind and we begin feeling anxious or nervous or any other kind of emotion, the mind has taken control of our bodies and is using it like a puppet. He continues to explain that the mind is a tool to be used when necessary and then put down when we are finished with a task.<br /><br />It will no doubt be extremely difficult at times, but I can <span style="font-style: italic;">do</span> this. I can practice monitoring my thoughts without judging them. I can learn to use my mind when necassary and then put it down. I can become enlightened.GloJoMohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825862252998076240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988284779481427593.post-9571215226002116272009-02-09T11:47:00.002-05:002009-02-09T12:07:18.171-05:00PerspectiveSo, I've been reading my Complete Idiot's Guide to Hinduism (which is amazing, btw) and it is helping me to remember everything I learned in India. Which is extremely important for me right now, with all I'm going through.<br /><br />So this is what I've been thinking:<br /><br />EVERYONE it seems is living my dream. Almost every new friend I reconnect with from High School is a stay at home mom with beautiful homes, husbands, and children. Not to mention all of my married family with young kids are also living my dream (same as above).<br /><br />It's hard enough to deal with my infertility and knowing that even if I do get pregnant I can't afford to stay home with them, but then to see everyone living my dream, it is too much sometimes.<br /><br />So this is what I know I need to be thinking because it is healthier:<br /><br />God has a plan for me, whether I understand it or not. He knows what is best.<br /><br />Also the grass is always greener on the other side. <br /><br />My husband is perfect for me -- I want a husband that is NOT tied to his job, that is NOT more concerned with a big paycheck than being home with his family. If I had a husband who made more money (with a more demanding job -- because those two go hand in hand) so that I could afford to stay home, then I would be extremely unhappy. I told him once, I'd rather live a life of unrealized dreams with him, than to live a life of realized dreams with someone else. That's how much I love him.<br /><br />I have so much to be happy for. I have a comfortable home, a wonderful husband, an amazing, caring, loving, family, great friends, a very stable job in this wavering economy which allows me to afford infertility treatments and provides great healthcare, overall good health, awesome dogs who make me laugh all the time, and a big screen tv to veg out in front of. :-)<br /><br />Isn't kind of unappreciative of me to feel dissatisfied because I don't have more? I have more than most people in this world.<br /><br />I am blessed. Thank you God.GloJoMohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825862252998076240noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988284779481427593.post-44290935598762399122009-02-04T19:48:00.003-05:002009-02-04T20:04:01.273-05:00I want to cry! :'-(I'm so depressed right now, I really feel like crying.<br /><br />First, and worst of all, I haven't ovulated yet (I was supposed to ovulate on Mon.) and so I can't have Artificial Insemination done until that happens. I feel like I'm so close to getting pregnant, but my damn body won't cooperate.<br /><br />Why haven't I ovulated? Hmmmmmm, I don't know. Maybe all the damn stress at work! I left second grade to get away from ISTEP pressures and now they've followed me to third grade. Since testing is now going to be done in the Spring instead of the Fall, I get all the pressure and responsibility for making sure my students pass the ISTEP.<br /><br />My biggest peeve is that all research points toward Test Prep NOT being effective, but every year as we approach testing they require us to stop our regular instruction and do nothing but test prep! I HATE it more than anything else I can think of right now.<br /><br />Oh -- and I'm cutting WAAAAY back on my sugar intake because I think that may be effecting why we're not getting pregnant too. So I'm suffering withdrawals. Anyone who's ever tried to quit any kind of addiction knows how I'm feeling right now.<br /><br />So I have all this on my shoulders -- plus I had a long day today, straight from work I had a meeting, and immediately following that I had class at IUSB.<br /><br />So I'm home, hungry (no dinner ready and waiting for me either -- I have to fend for myself), I'm tired, stressed, and very upset that I'm not ovulating. I try telling this all to my husband and after trying to listen and solve my problems he tells me that I fucked up the checkbook again and so we overdrew our account!!<br /><br />Right now I feel like I just need to crawl under a rock and die. Seriously!GloJoMohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825862252998076240noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988284779481427593.post-54586409869922320402009-01-05T17:50:00.003-05:002009-01-05T18:01:51.016-05:00DECISIONS, DECISIONS, DECISIONS!!!!!!!!As a child, we get sick of everyone telling us what to do. We want to be able to decide for ourselves.<br /><br />Then, when we become adults, and all the consequences of those decisions rest on our shoulders, it is no longer attractive.<br /><br />Can't someone make the decision for me?!?!?!?<br /><br />Where should we move to?<br /><br />I want to move because I'm not really happy here in South Bend. Everything is so limited. For example, when I looked into boxing there was little to nothing available in this area; so then I started looking into becoming a yoga instructor and again very little if anything. Also it seems the cost is always higher because of the lack of supply.<br /><br />And don't get me started on the lack of sunshine around this place. Today was a sunny one -- thank God! But normally we can go weeks at a time and never see it. I can't handle that.<br /><br />So places we'd really consider moving to--<br /><br />Colorado Springs, CO = We have a friend there (who used to live here) and he says if we visit we'll never leave. He loves it. It offers the 4 season (that Jesus loves) and 300 days of sunshine a year (which I love). Also the school systems have taken on a new way of paying teachers -- less seniority based, more merit based -- which I like.<br /><br />Austin, TX = It's TEXAS (my home state), it's the music capital of the world (Jesus LOVES good live music), they have real Mexican food, it's a liberal minded city (like us), it's closer to my family. It's warm and sunshiny. I have a friend living there.<br /><br />San Antonio, TX = It's TEXAS, they have real Mexican food, some of my family lives there, and it is closer to the rest of my family, it's warm and sunshiny.<br /><br />Even though San Antonio has less of the things we want, it has family, and that is important to Jesus and I as we get closer to actually starting a family.<br /><br />Any comments?GloJoMohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825862252998076240noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988284779481427593.post-25871935405840525492009-01-03T12:40:00.003-05:002009-01-03T13:07:52.645-05:00Random ThoughtsChristmas<br /><a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.savingadvice.com/images/blog/christmas-scene.jpg&imgrefurl=http://readerrant.capitolhillblue.com/ubbthreads.php%3Fubb%3Dshowflat%26Number%3D92213&usg=__nnchNyGCcJchYa8uvSZjKUesoqg=&h=366&w=500&sz=235&hl=en&start=2&tbnid=SeeJfzvgF8btvM:&tbnh=95&tbnw=130&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dchristmas%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DG"><img style="border: 1px solid ;" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:SeeJfzvgF8btvM:http://www.savingadvice.com/images/blog/christmas-scene.jpg" height="95" width="130" /></a><br />This Christmas Jesus and I didn't buy gifts for each other and we asked our families not to buy gifts for us either. Believe it or not, everyone granted our wish. It was a great Christmas. We were able to focus on the joy of giving as opposed to receiving. I had more fun watching my nieces and nephews open their gifts than anything else.<br /><br />My Parents<img src="file:///Users/gloriamoya/Desktop/IMG_1323.JPG" alt="" /><br /><img src="file:///Users/gloriamoya/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /><img src="file:///Users/gloriamoya/Desktop/IMG_1323.JPG" alt="" /><a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://pro.corbis.com/images/42-15530533.jpg%3Fsize%3D572%26uid%3D%257B31A618C2-7FAF-4ED2-B212-BDC8FDE9B4D1%257D&imgrefurl=http://pro.corbis.com/search/Enlargement.aspx%3FCID%3Disg%26mediauid%3D31A618C2-7FAF-4ED2-B212-BDC8FDE9B4D1&usg=__xuvtt913e8uGg9sVzGtN9kCRpiA=&h=400&w=276&sz=45&hl=en&start=18&tbnid=hA4V9z-1rP8DoM:&tbnh=124&tbnw=86&prev=/images%3Fq%3D50%2527s%2Bhomemaker%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DG"><img style="border: 1px solid ;" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:hA4V9z-1rP8DoM:http://pro.corbis.com/images/42-15530533.jpg%3Fsize%3D572%26uid%3D%257B31A618C2-7FAF-4ED2-B212-BDC8FDE9B4D1%257D" height="124" width="86" /></a><br />I love them so much. They put us up in Texas for about 2 weeks and were the PERFECT hosts. They waited on us hand and foot. We didn't have one hunger pang the entire vacation because they always had hot, delicious food ready and waiting for us. My parents give and give and give and never ask for anything in return (except a little appreciation). The older I get, the more I can appreciate all the have done and all they do for their children.<br /><br />Becoming Parents<br /><a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.parentadventures.com/images/motherchild1.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.parentadventures.com/congratulations-to-the-new-parents-how-old-are-you/&usg=__y5wrFZhl6e1_sYP4LbKmUfzPA9o=&h=418&w=639&sz=32&hl=en&start=5&tbnid=vL-OGIxWolodqM:&tbnh=90&tbnw=137&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dnew%2Bparents%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DG"><img style="border: 1px solid ;" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:vL-OGIxWolodqM:http://www.parentadventures.com/images/motherchild1.jpg" height="90" width="137" /></a><br />No parent is perfect (not even mine) and I understand this. Every parent will screw their kid up in some form or fashion. Still, I worry that I will not be a good enough parent, that I will fail somehow. With pregnancy becoming more and more of a reality, my insecurities are popping up more and more. All I've ever really wanted was to have children of my own and raise them well. What if I get the children, but can't raise them well?<br /><br />Boxing<br /><a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://69.89.31.155/%7Etakepart/blogs/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/female_boxer_1.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.takepart.com/tag/boxing/&usg=__Ib2TPrhFPUpmWKlriQXvpWWT6KU=&h=278&w=280&sz=27&hl=en&start=6&tbnid=x0C75nEMaI1kJM:&tbnh=113&tbnw=114&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dfemale%2Bboxing%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DG"><img style="border: 1px solid ;" src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:x0C75nEMaI1kJM:http://69.89.31.155/%7Etakepart/blogs/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/female_boxer_1.jpg" height="113" width="114" /></a><br />I think I want to look into some form of boxing for exercise. I have always had a lot of pent up anger (verging on rage). I don't know where it comes from, but it is there. Jesus has been my punching bag for the last 10 years and he suggested I take up boxing instead. I told him I didn't want to go to work with a busted up lip, but he's pretty sure that there is protection I can wear and that it wouldn't get that serious anyway. I don't know about that -- I've seen women fight and they an get nasty. Still, I think I'm going to look into it. I'd love to punch something really hard!GloJoMohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825862252998076240noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988284779481427593.post-19392013402838465722008-12-07T12:46:00.002-05:002008-12-07T12:58:37.949-05:0031 years oldYesterday was my 31st birthday! Something about replacing that 0 with a 1 makes being in my 30's more real.<br /><br />Suddenly my biological clock started ticking louder than a drum. So needless to say, we will begin Artifical Insemination in January.<br /><br />Wish us luck or pray -- whatever your preference.GloJoMohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825862252998076240noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988284779481427593.post-51432084563189276932008-12-07T11:45:00.002-05:002008-12-07T12:42:42.988-05:00Amma<a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.lysistrataproject.org/assets/amma.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.lysistrataproject.org/kudos.htm&usg=__s3W2OVlCnuiAwiIDzOBA3Kvr8v0=&h=352&w=464&sz=45&hl=en&start=6&tbnid=tL6w27z9a_3SZM:&tbnh=97&tbnw=128&prev=/images%3Fq%3Damma%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Doff%26sa%3DG"><img style="border: 1px solid ;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:tL6w27z9a_3SZM:http://www.lysistrataproject.org/assets/amma.jpg" height="97" width="128" /></a><br /><br />Last weekend I took my mother-in-law (a saint herself) to see Amma, the hugging saint. We drove through snow, sleet, and rain to get to Dearborn, MI. A trip that was supposed to take about 3 1/2 hours ended up taking 5. Although we saw many slide-offs along the way, we arrived safely.<br /><br />Amma gives darshan -- a blessing -- in the form of a hug. She will sit for 12 to 24 hours at a time to give hugs to everyone who comes to see her. Luckily for us, she will allow first timers and older or sickly visitors to go ahead of others. Since my mother-in-law had never seen Amma before and has back and knee problems, they didn't make us wait our turn. We waited less than an hour before we received Darshan.<br /><br />I was brave enough to ask for a "Baby Blessing" (as I call it). She simply touched my belly and gave me Prasad -- food blessed by the Guru. I use the word "brave" because #1 -- by asking for the blessing, I am revealing my faith and #2 -- I'm also putting my faith to the test.<br /><br />Faith is something I have always struggled with -- to believe in something that can't be proven, well, I just never thought I'd be able to do that. To be honest, I'm even a little embarrased by it -- like people will think I'm simple-minded. Also what little faith I have is so weak and vulnerable, the slightest inconsistency could obliterate it.<br /><br />I guess I figured it was worth the risk.GloJoMohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825862252998076240noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988284779481427593.post-23645249466973069762008-11-23T20:52:00.003-05:002008-11-23T21:10:12.994-05:00Childhood FriendGrowing up I had a best friend who lived just two streets down from me. In the excitement and impatience that only children possess, we discovered a shortcut that saved us a few extra steps to each others' houses.<br /><br />I broke my leg at her house when I was five. Her mom curled my hair for picture day once. Our older sisters AND younger brothers were friends.<br /><br />But then, she moved away. We wrote once or twice to each other but somehow, we lost touch. I've thought about her often. When modeling for my students the idea of writing about something that is special or important to you, I used her as an example.<br /><br />Who would have guessed though, that our paths would ever cross again?<br /><br />Through the wonder of technology, our younger brothers' paths crossed. Now I have her e-mail address and am looking forward to her reply.GloJoMohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825862252998076240noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988284779481427593.post-73786463903415474732008-11-17T19:53:00.002-05:002008-11-17T20:02:53.943-05:00Snow Drops Keep Falling On My HeadThis is the first year I wasn't looking forward to the snow... until it starting falling in those beautiful lake effect flakes. <br /><br />The dusting started last night and I felt the childlike excitement building. I wasn't even upset at having to scrape off the windshield this morning.<br /><br />But when I saw the fat, wet clumps of snow falling as I drove into work today, I knew that deep down I will always look forward to the snow.GloJoMohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825862252998076240noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988284779481427593.post-86205158864754835222008-11-03T21:23:00.002-05:002008-11-03T21:31:27.561-05:00Day of the Dead Party<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjashMLJrRGSsBeWf3yWZQTfKATF_mzKRJxbY-vykUfCCsxpBZE8_FKSyOLMMl0h1Y17bMmevdxT8SZr3wKgchzTWneHS93N6uLMPD5hjGvG0I8_X7gk2GQRGhcIRXYHMeWn3xyV6Z6iA/s1600-h/IMG_1135.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjashMLJrRGSsBeWf3yWZQTfKATF_mzKRJxbY-vykUfCCsxpBZE8_FKSyOLMMl0h1Y17bMmevdxT8SZr3wKgchzTWneHS93N6uLMPD5hjGvG0I8_X7gk2GQRGhcIRXYHMeWn3xyV6Z6iA/s320/IMG_1135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264624303575917586" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoElOzW0wddowKb0sXaacLKZ8btH7UDlZjfxL7sqNy4Qlz_tEIOqaBvW6wqkBQj5ABmGYybkxUef4HoJdda-ySeU1-TgSMR2gjunxAibYSPQoSSe2ONYD5roTaCXKd9bOR-xsHQQQrKg/s1600-h/IMG_1130.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXuMQD-FjbGPN-o_FNfzIIsjvWnR3VyekKfX04eyuCajhb7HofqSAC__L6ysr8CsxdCi69Be4YRtA76TsvYYXBHi1lGxm7kf9XefaOb59hPAB2cBUxtGRJqpdEk9i03eMOT03k8UfrKg/s320/IMG_1118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264624277721641602" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimx3Xgk3qXRs7Urrl796QWl0y3CR3E8DRTushThqAakRpfSVpwv6tD4pQjLactiH1Oaw8Bez83edDioaPIP9CPQpin5YXHlbrzoPP6ofUbHM-U5SL0jHhW2vXC-9H2zUJceMlmBkLsYQ/s1600-h/IMG_1111.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimx3Xgk3qXRs7Urrl796QWl0y3CR3E8DRTushThqAakRpfSVpwv6tD4pQjLactiH1Oaw8Bez83edDioaPIP9CPQpin5YXHlbrzoPP6ofUbHM-U5SL0jHhW2vXC-9H2zUJceMlmBkLsYQ/s320/IMG_1111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264624270850952354" border="0" /></a>GloJoMohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825862252998076240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988284779481427593.post-53663595401479397922008-10-26T20:04:00.001-04:002008-10-26T20:06:17.278-04:00This one's for my Bub...(Bub is my nickname for my husband)<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br />HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!</span><br /><br /><a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii143/sean_sean2008/happy-birthday.jpg&imgrefurl=http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm%3Ffuseaction%3Duser.viewprofile%26friendID%3D99399557&h=364&w=524&sz=70&hl=en&start=9&usg=__1SzzKU9AN7-R56WeTirlVZURdZ8=&tbnid=l-EvBLNzWWpT_M:&tbnh=92&tbnw=132&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dhappy%2Bbirthday%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Doff%26sa%3DG"><img style="border: 1px solid ;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:l-EvBLNzWWpT_M:http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii143/sean_sean2008/happy-birthday.jpg" height="92" width="132" /></a>GloJoMohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825862252998076240noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988284779481427593.post-92024220830518481202008-10-21T18:51:00.002-04:002008-10-21T19:07:25.221-04:00New PostSo I was told it was time to post something new...<br /><br />But right now I just don't have much to write about. I could just list some random thoughts. Here goes:<br /><br /><img alt="http://www.goodcommitment.tv/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/chimpanzee_thinking_poster.jpg" src="http://www.goodcommitment.tv/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/chimpanzee_thinking_poster.jpg" /><br /><br />Hmmm... I'm empty. Sorry!GloJoMohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825862252998076240noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988284779481427593.post-55097135362436313682008-10-07T19:37:00.002-04:002008-10-07T19:47:24.830-04:00I will blow your pants off!!Below is a student's writing sample (verbatim). Let me set it up for you. This girl is not in my class. Her teacher was absent and they couldn't find a substitute, so they split the kids up, giving each teacher a few of them. She ended up in my class. This was also the day we administered the school wide writing prompt. The topic they were given 50 minutes to write about was "Hanging Out with Friends". Below is what she wrote:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Me and My Friends</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hi, My name is E----- and this is my friend Sam. Today my mom is taking us to the mall for some shoe's then we are going out to eat and skating. How cool is my mom? I will yell it out loud to the hole earth even my tearcher Miss Moya She is so cool you would what her. She will blow your pants off. And on fun Friday she is even cooer you sould see her your pants will fly off way to the sky and they miet not come down so you miet whet to go home in you shirt or go home in you pants. One time me and my friends wear in her class for fun Friday we had cake and icescrem. And a baninis Splits get in the splits. She is nice she always look nice She's be nice to anyone in her class she's cool when one of her kid have a fit or when there is a bad game and even when her kids are talking to much. You should hear her sing it is like an god in the sky. I mean she is the best. I am so happy I have her today as my teacher. Good-bye.</span><br /><br />Damn! No one ever told me I was so awesome! ;<span style="font-family: arial;">P</span>GloJoMohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825862252998076240noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988284779481427593.post-17306321829198431562008-10-07T18:12:00.002-04:002008-10-07T18:28:03.777-04:00SerenityI've been getting steadily upset recently with our education system. I see so many problems with it. The biggest problem being that the government is putting fear into the administrators and teachers. This, in turn, is causing everyone to make dumb choices which ultimately harm our children.<br /><br />Can you say No Child Left Behind?<br /><a href="http://www.endevil.com/images/George_Bush.jpg" target="_top"><img src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:OXLWQjn6EAnHwM:http://www.endevil.com/images/George_Bush.jpg" height="86" width="66" /></a><br />Didn't think so.<br /><br />So today, during our Teacher Training Day, when they mandated that a four-hour assessment tool be used every quarter, I really wanted to flip out. I was more upset than I have been in a while. So today, when I came home to meditate, it suddenly hit me.<br /><br /><a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.clipartof.com/images/clipart/xsmall2/12096_girl_screaming_with_hair_standing_up_on_end.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.clipartof.com/details/clipart/12096.html&h=450&w=344&sz=104&hl=en&start=3&um=1&usg=__hXfvuYbyO9G8DY25Y6AinAkT22w=&tbnid=f22Duo5I2hapiM:&tbnh=127&tbnw=97&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dgirl%2Bscreaming%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Doff%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26sa%3DG"><img style="border: 1px solid ;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:f22Duo5I2hapiM:http://www.clipartof.com/images/clipart/xsmall2/12096_girl_screaming_with_hair_standing_up_on_end.jpg" height="127" width="97" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />This is out of your control! Focus on what you CAN control. What can you control? </span></span><br /><br /><br />And suddenly I began picturing small, smiling moments between me and my students and a huge weight was taken off my shoulders. I am not making the kind of impact I'd like to be making (because of forces out of my control) but I am making a difference and it matters to these kids.<br /><br /><a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.costeppinoutforkids.org/kids/images/happy_kids.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.costeppinoutforkids.org/&h=334&w=500&sz=151&hl=en&start=1&um=1&usg=__TMBrzNVIbgLreA9lFmgRjbQltCo=&tbnid=-JM3fNC9UtFMgM:&tbnh=87&tbnw=130&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dhappy%2Bkids%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Doff%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26sa%3DG"><img style="border: 1px solid ;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:-JM3fNC9UtFMgM:http://www.costeppinoutforkids.org/kids/images/happy_kids.jpg" height="87" width="130" /></a>GloJoMohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825862252998076240noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988284779481427593.post-61186310539583904762008-10-03T18:42:00.002-04:002008-10-03T18:50:18.661-04:00This Guy is a GeniusI'm against the $85,000,000,000.00 bailout of AIG.<br />Instead, I'm in favor of giving $85,000,000,000 to America in a "We Deserve It Dividend".<br />To make the math simple, let's assume there are 200,000,000 bonafide U.S. Citizens 18+.<br />Our population is about 301,000,000 +/- counting every man, woman and child. So 200,000,000 might be a fair stab at adults 18 and up.. So divide 200 million adults 18+ into $85 billion that equals $425,000.00. My plan is to give $425,000 to every person 18+ as a "We Deserve It Dividend". Of course, it would NOT be tax free. So let's assume a tax rate of 30%.<br />Every individual 18+ has to pay $127,500.00 in taxes. That sends $25,500,000,000 right back to <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1223073673_10">Uncle Sam</span>. But it means that every adult 18+ has $297,500.00 in their pocket.<br />A husband and wife has $595,000.00. What would you do with $297,500.00 to $595,000.00 in your family? Pay off your mortgage - <span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1223073673_11">housing crisis</span> solved. Repay college loans - what a great boost to new grads; Put away money for college - it'll be there; Save in a bank - create money to loan to entrepreneurs; Buy a new car - create jobs; Invest in the market - capital drives growth; Pay for your parent's medical insurance - health care improves; Enable Deadbeat Dads to come clean - or else.<br /><br />Remember this is for every adult US Citizen 18+ including the folks who lost their jobs at <span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1223073673_12">Lehman Brothers</span> and every other company that is cutting back. And of course, for those serving<br />in our <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1223073673_13">Armed Forces</span>. If we're going to re-distribute wealth let's really do it...instead of trickling out a puny $1000.00 ( 'vote buy' ) economic incentive that is being proposed<br />by one of our candidates for President. If we're going to do an $85 billion bailout, let's bail out every adult U S Citizen 18+! As for AIG - liquidate it. Sell off its parts. Let American General go back to being American General. Sell off the real estate. Let the private sector <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1223073673_14">bargain hunters</span> cut it up and clean it up. Here's my rationale. We deserve it and AIG doesn't.<br />Sure it's a crazy idea that can 'never work.' But can you imagine the Coast-To-Coast Block Party!<br />How do you spell Economic Boom? I trust my fellow adult Americans to know how to use the $85 Billion. We deserve it more than the geniuses at AIG or in Washington DC do. And remember, The Birk plan only really costs $59.5 Billion because $25.5 Billion is returned instantly in taxes to Uncle Sam. Ahhh...I feel so much better getting that off my chest.<br /><br />Kindest personal regards,<br />Birk<br />T. J . Birkenmeier, A Creative Guy &<br />Citizen of the Republic<br /><br />PS: Feel free to pass this along to<br />your pals as it's either good for a laugh or a tear or a very sobering<br />thought on how to best use $85 Billion!!<br />--<br />When told the reason for <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1223073673_15">Daylight Saving time</span> the old Indian said...<br />'Only a white man would believe that you could cut a foot off the top of a blanket and sew it to the bottom of the blanket and have a longer blanket.'GloJoMohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825862252998076240noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988284779481427593.post-14085505384114163852008-10-02T21:19:00.004-04:002008-10-02T21:43:17.844-04:00Not AshamedIf you've hung around me for very long, then you know I talk about my depression, anxiety, and infertility. I'll talk to you about the anti-depressants I'm on and even my menstrual cycle. Every-once-in-a-while I'll get a look that says, "Whoa! Too much info," which is probably true. I don't have a well functioning floodgate. But the truth is, I know that there are MANY women (especially teachers) who are on anti-depressants and are afraid to talk about it. So, I just put it out there. My hope is that I'll help take the stigma away from mental illnesses by talking about it.<br /><br />After I got back from India I was convinced that if I could just eat right, do my yoga and meditation everyday then I could cut back on my meds and maybe even one day stop it altogether. But, I'm just not able to handle it all. I'm feeling the weight of all of my responsibilities keeping me from being able to raise my spirits on my own. So even though I'm a little disappointed that I wasn't able to ween myself off these meds successfully this time, I realize several things:<br /><br />1. I don't want to go back to where I was before I started taking meds.<br />2. Jesus doesn't deserve to go through THAT roller coaster again.<br />3. I gave it a good try. I can always try again next summer.<br />4. I'm not giving up, I'm just getting a little help to get me through the tough times.<br /><br />So tomorrow when I go to see my psychiatrist, I'll ask him to please bump up the dosage again.GloJoMohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825862252998076240noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988284779481427593.post-14188577389005632082008-09-11T15:53:00.002-04:002008-09-11T16:15:25.226-04:00I BelieveSo, what do I believe?<br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">"I believe the children are our future. Teach them well and let them lead the way. Show them all the beauty they possess inside. "</span><br /><br />Ha! Okay seriously. I was thinking, if I'm going to risk my job and not just teach what someone tells me to teach, then I better have a solid idea of what is I believe in and how I'm going to run my class.<br /><br />So, this is just my rambling thoughts. Try to keep up! :)<br /><br />Kids need a lot of play time!! We are cutting down so much of their outside time now because of NCLB. They get a total of 15 min. during the day to play outside. Because so many of them have asthma now, many parents are afraid to let them go out and play when they get home. Even I hate being in doors all day! We need to get outside more! And just play games in general. Kids learn through games and they don't even realize it. Plus it is a great motivator and they learn social skills and working together as a team.<br /><br />I can't even sit still in a seat that long -- I can't imagine why anyone would ever come up with the idea of making a kids do it! I've already replaced individual desks with tables, but I'm using these as desks. I'd eventually like to do away with anything that resembles an assigned desk. When I work, I will choose differnent places for different purposes. At home I NEVER sit at a desk.<br /><br />Students don't care about learning right now because they can't see any reason to learn it. We are teaching a list of objectives to make sure that they pass some stupid test a year from now! When this is our reason for teaching it loses all meaning for children. We need to create projects that have purpose and meaning for the students. Like instead of writing a story on a prompt they could (as a class) put together a newsletter about what they did last week in school for their parents, the prinicpal, etc. Write a play that they later perform. You know what I mean?<br /><br />Kids need a job. They need to feel like they are contributing something to the world. They need mentors -- they need to be at real jobs with real people and help them with simple tasks. They will feel important, like they matter. I'm not talking about child labor. I'm talking about exposing them to the real world. So when they say why do we have to learn this -- someone other than their teacher can say -- this is why you have to know it and it will make immediate sense. Since, I doubt that will ever come to pass (unless I start up my own charter school) I'll need to figure out how to give them jobs with in the school. Like mentoring younger kids or something.<br /><br />Those are my four of my very strong beliefs right now.GloJoMohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825862252998076240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988284779481427593.post-11001077727981569082008-09-11T15:37:00.002-04:002008-09-11T15:51:31.258-04:00Harmony<span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >"Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony."<br /><span style="">Gandhi<br /><br />Well, this explains my feeling of disharmony!!<br /><br />What I think:<br /><br />Our school system has everything backwards! Students are not meant to do Test prep, sitting in their sits quietly, reading for points, writing on a given prompt, etc.<br /><br />Our parents need to be more accountable. <br /><br />What I do:<br /><br />Everything I just said was backwards! Why because that is what my boss tells me to do. But, I don't believe in what I'm doing!<br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-family: webdings;">Don't get me wrong -- I have been slowly trying to change things in my classroom little by little to resemble the classroom I want to have and not what administrators mandate. But that is a scary thing to do. Our school is in it's 4th year (I think) of not making adequate yearly progress (this is No Child Left Behind talk) and we are at the stage where we are having to make big changes and show lots of proof that we ARE teaching. I believe we are like a year away from the government coming in and getting rid of teachers who aren't "performing". This is a scary thing. I hate being controlled by fear, but I allow it to happen a LOT!<br /><br />So, I guess these are my choices:<br /><br />1. Start teaching the way I believe.<br /><br />2. Get used to not being happy.<br /><br />3. Leave the profession altogether.<br /><br />4. Find a school that gels with my beliefs or allows me to teach the way I believe.<br /><br />5. Create my own charter school and do it all "MY" way!!<br /></span></span></span></span>GloJoMohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825862252998076240noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988284779481427593.post-41488568303562722072008-09-07T20:21:00.004-04:002008-09-07T20:29:04.588-04:00All dressed up!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb-S-hS7qYFYo4WiBFHM5Mxeju3sJfo3GdU9H4FArZkUN09F-5oOLbR6d0ekia3YONffTMYE828DBZMu68Aj6AAENBoRs54j-w9fdW6KELQ3ELxIMRfVDBh1Q9ph4-leMTdFxrWkeDkQ/s1600-h/Sari%232.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb-S-hS7qYFYo4WiBFHM5Mxeju3sJfo3GdU9H4FArZkUN09F-5oOLbR6d0ekia3YONffTMYE828DBZMu68Aj6AAENBoRs54j-w9fdW6KELQ3ELxIMRfVDBh1Q9ph4-leMTdFxrWkeDkQ/s320/Sari%232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243440604249550290" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJxkxssk-wNIPO7eh0oeFIQR5VHL7gc5B_m4DnKZYZJ0L6RE1PNjsiSrWQ2Um3Fjccddg8YsdPITa-2dhiis1gWCtgISA65ayVcltBg-ldiVDqcswVoS7OoBuuSC4GRZjy5zy3Y1Yi7g/s1600-h/Sari%231.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJxkxssk-wNIPO7eh0oeFIQR5VHL7gc5B_m4DnKZYZJ0L6RE1PNjsiSrWQ2Um3Fjccddg8YsdPITa-2dhiis1gWCtgISA65ayVcltBg-ldiVDqcswVoS7OoBuuSC4GRZjy5zy3Y1Yi7g/s320/Sari%231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243439955468943714" border="0" /></a><br />Somehow, I got my sari on and I think I did it right. There are many different ways to wear it. I wanted my stomach covered. I just can't get used to it being exposed. So I wrapped myself up pretty well.GloJoMohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825862252998076240noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988284779481427593.post-22767778177343349082008-09-07T15:20:00.001-04:002008-09-07T15:38:13.155-04:00How to Wear a SariWell, tonight is my Lilly Endowment dinner and I am going to wear my Sari for the first time. I had a friend show me how to wear it in Inida, but it is difficult (more so than it looks). So I thought I'd look to see if I could find a youtube video explaining how to do it.<br /><br />Not only does <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hgXFCYSyiQI">this girl's version</a> look a lot easier, she is REALLY funny. So, I had to share.<br /><br />Wish me luck!GloJoMohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825862252998076240noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988284779481427593.post-15704662833576172822008-08-28T21:03:00.004-04:002008-08-28T21:24:19.577-04:00Well today got even "better"<img alt="http://masterworks.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/aggressive-children.jpg" src="http://masterworks.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/aggressive-children.jpg" /><br /><br />I had a VERY unruly child throwing a chair, slamming my door, taking things off my desk and chucking them, stamping all my papers, standing on chairs, etc. You get the idea. It was horrible.<br /><br />I'm so used to our old principal who did not like you to send students to the office that I didn't even think of sending him. I figured "I'll deal with this on my own, like I always have". I've had a lot of success with ignoring this type of behavior. For example the student who tore apart my classroom and wrote FUCK YOU with a crayon on my things, got his act together and I only had to ignore that one episode.<br /><br />Good news is this principal will not tolerate it. She said I should have send him to her immediately and he would have been suspended! I was very pleased! Looks like something might get done about this kid after all. He's been like this since kindergarten!<br /><br />Not to worry... he is up for testing for Emotional Handicap. If this kid doesn't qualify, then no one should.<br /><br />Still, it is enough to make you think... "Why am I doing this job?"<br /><br />I had thought about changing to a private school over the summer, but that was only because I was hoping to teach Spanish to elementary kids. (I could never do the older kids.) I've always felt that if I'm going to be in a regular classroom (you know not teaching something cool like art or Spanish) then I need to be with the disadvantaged kids. I feel like I'm a pretty good teacher, but more importantly that I'm a very loving teacher. I feel like these kids need me more... I don't know I guess rich kids need love too. ;)GloJoMohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825862252998076240noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988284779481427593.post-46802173807463409662008-08-27T20:02:00.002-04:002008-08-27T20:08:25.066-04:00Only 3 weeks into the school year...And I had a student walk out of class while I was talking to him and another who refuses to work. And these are only 3rd graders. I just keep reminding myself to document everything and remember what I have control over and what I don't.<br /><br />Keeping up with my schedule is difficult. Waking up at 4:30 every morning is getting harder it seems. Staying calm during the day is getting more and more challenging.<br /><br />My meditation is definitely suffering. I find it difficult to sit for even 10 minutes and I was up to 20 by the time I left India.<br /><br />I don't even want to talk about my diet.<br /><br />All I can do is keep trying. I know I make it sound horrible, but the truth is I wake up at 4:30 more days than I don't, I am eating better than I used to, I am handling stress better, and I'm at least I'm sitting down to meditate.GloJoMohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825862252998076240noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988284779481427593.post-46713778586470252512008-08-27T19:30:00.003-04:002008-08-27T19:33:00.735-04:00Hair Pic<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLeXYEanviEBuqr8iKIkfnEgzbcvCcvaPgYiWT37eBvQlWOGZpKoHegDNZJ0a7-gdTHqMYX8dRmbrMxsnyqE6CJNB2IlKoXHVdZnIZFxy7JVb5c3v6-F7zM_Hvqope5h33ot6OZp1bFw/s1600-h/HairGrowth.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLeXYEanviEBuqr8iKIkfnEgzbcvCcvaPgYiWT37eBvQlWOGZpKoHegDNZJ0a7-gdTHqMYX8dRmbrMxsnyqE6CJNB2IlKoXHVdZnIZFxy7JVb5c3v6-F7zM_Hvqope5h33ot6OZp1bFw/s320/HairGrowth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239344240374700338" border="0" /></a>Not the best pic, but you get the idea -- a choppy uneven growth. Jesus will probably trim it for me tonight to even it out.<br /><br />Now that I'm back home, I've finally figured out how to put a photo in with text. I'll have to start putting photos from my trip in with commentary.GloJoMohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825862252998076240noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988284779481427593.post-2499771163207299252008-08-24T18:18:00.003-04:002008-08-24T18:26:38.171-04:00PossibilitiesSo, I've been thinking. My husband is a very talented writer (and editor) in my humble opinion and a few others' too, but he lacks the courage or the motivation (not sure which - or maybe both) to actually sit down and write a book.<br /><br />I, on the other hand, have little to no talent as a writer, but can be very motivated and overly optimistic when I want to be which often allows me to accomplish things I never thought I could. So, I figure with my drive and his skills I could write a book. (This is assuming he is willing to help me).<br /><br />What in the world would Gloria write a book about? you might be asking yourself right now. Well, I figure I'm not creative at all -- so it'd have to be a true life story (I'm good with the truth).<br /><br />So why not write about my summer adventure, what led me to it, and how it has changed me?<br /><br />Jesus mentioned writing up a little article and submitting it to teacher magazines or yoga magazines and that got me thinking...GloJoMohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825862252998076240noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988284779481427593.post-28859611045682128172008-08-23T13:45:00.002-04:002008-08-23T13:47:23.740-04:00I'm too sexy...for my HAIR! According to the majority of people I talk to, my hair looks great like this and according to one, I'm even "sexy"!<br /><br />Hmmmm, let my hair grow and hassle with it every morning or keep it short, simple, and sexy?<br /><br />Tough choice!GloJoMohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825862252998076240noreply@blogger.com3