Brain theory according to me

        Much research has been conducted by intellects through various medical and educational fields to analyze the development of a child's brain. Being a teacher and a mother, I often read books and articles and of course observe many changes in a child's thought process and intellectual development. I find it fascinating! However I have yet to read an article about the theory I have personally experienced: When a child's brain begins to develop, the fetus steals a portion of the mother's brain stem to form their own. Why haven't medical geniuses stumbled upon this theory?
       While carrying my first child, one of many examples of this theory being displayed by my behavior involved what should have been a simple trip to McDonald's to get a breakfast sandwich. I placed my order, preceded to the first window to pay for my sandwich and then drove off! I was nearly a half mile down the road before I realized I was starving and did not have my breakfast sandwich. I then had to go back to McDonald's to get my sandwich. I completely messed up the drive-thru line! This is not common behavior for me. The logical explanation is that this was the day my oldest began to develop his brain, by taking a piece of mine.
        The day my youngest began to develop his brain, I was on my way to a seminar. Yet again, I had drive-thru food. I had a taco I was finishing up on my way to an evening lector inspiring me to be a school leader. There was a small dumpster outside of the building that allowed me to stash my trash prior to going into the seminar. After listening, note-taking and sitting for a long period of time, I was ready to head home. Unfortunately I could not locate my car keys anywhere! I traced my steps and searched my belongings. My keys were nowhere to be found. Then it hit me, could I have thrown them in the dumpster with my Taco Bell bag? So there I am dumpster diving outside of an academic building that was attempting to teach me to be a leader. Luckily I retrieved the bag, located the keys in the bag and headed home. Dumpster diving is not a typical activity in which I participate. Obviously my child was developing his brain this day.
        Family, friends and colleagues, as you work with me over the next semester, please understand that you are liable to witness me do something completely absurd or forget what I am supposed to be doing altogether. Don't be alarmed, my unborn child is just developing his/her brain. I should be back to normal soon.

Becoming a Commodore!

         My journey began as a commodore shortly after the birth of my oldest son, Carson.  Just like his mother, he has the school of thought, "to be early is to be on time" and he is never going to miss an event where he can be the  center of attention.  Therefore he arrived 4 weeks early and was a guest at his baby shower.
        My husband and I apparently thought it was a great idea to build a house while I was on maternity leave, thus bringing us to Perry Central's district and his childhood stomping ground.
        Fortunately, an opening became available at Perry Central; so naturally I began harassing the principal in hopes of receiving an interview.  He either thought my credentials were strong enough to give me a shot or realized the harassment would continue until he met with me. The day arrived for the interview and I was prepared and wore my navy blue job-gettin suit to go in for the kill and nailed the interview!  I walked out of the school that morning feeling confident that if I did not get the position, it was because they found someone better because I could not have interviewed any better. The principal called me that evening and asked, "Do you think you can handle moving your family and taking a new job in the  same year?" I responded with an ecstatic, "Absolutely!"
        The following Monday, I made  the dreaded trip to Tamarack Elementary, with my baby in tote, to resign from my  4th grade position.  While driving to Owensboro that morning, I had lots of pleasant memories and apprehension floating through my head.  When I happened to look in my rearview mirror, I saw blue and red flashing lights. Fear spread  thought me.   I had no idea how long the police officer had been on my tail.
        After pulling over, the officer slowly made his way to my driver's side window and  interrogated, "Do you know why I pulled you  over?"
        My response, "Not sure, speeding?" Because if I ever get pulled over, speeding is my offense;  I am always in a hurry.
        The officer continued, "Can I see your license, registration, and proof of insurance?"
        I passed the requested  items I could locate to the officer not being able to find my insurance card anywhere.  He allowed me  to slide on the insurance card and proceeded to ask, "Is the address correct on  your license?"
        I explained that I had just moved over the weekend and the address is no longer correct. He then asked where I was heading in such a rush.  I respond, "Tamarack Elementary."
        He asks, "Do you work there?'
        "Well kind of," I say as I am realizing that this guy thinks I am crazy!  I couldn't find my insurance card, my address is incorrect on  my  license,  I respond with I "kind of" work somewhere and their is an infant in the backseat! I then further explained that I am on my way to Tamarack resign because I just recieved a new teaching position and we also moved over the weekend.
         He looks in the back seat and probably says a prayer for the baby with the crazy mother and says, "Miss just please slow down and be careful." Then he walked away  too exhausted to deal with me.

Sometimes you just have to begin

I have become interested in blogging simply because I love to write! As a classroom teacher, I made it a priority to write with my students a few days a week, modeling revising, idea development, working through struggles, etc. and not only was it fun for me to write, but I saw the biggest gain in my students as writers, that I had ever witnessed in my 11 years as a classroom teacher.  Now that I am taking on a new, exciting position as an eLearning coach, I will not have a regular classroom, allowing me to write with my students.  This is going to be my new outlet!  My goal is to write fun, witty blogs that give glimpses of my life as a wife of an engineer by day/farmer at heart and mother of two sweetheart boys.  I am a Christian, teacher, learner, fashionista, green thumb...hence Many titles of CHIC!