If your looking for a job…

I might not be the one to ask for advice!

This week as Lauren and I were chatting, I realized yet again how blessed my life is. I was talking to her about settling into her semester and finding a job. Lauren mentioned casually she didn’t really know HOW to find a job…she was feeling unsure. I laughed and said well, I think you might need to talk to Daddy about that because I don’t think I know how to find a job really either!

I’m not referring to the fact I lost my last job, I’m referring to the fact ASIDE FROM THAT, I have gotten every job I have ever applied for, with ease.

College Jobs

After High School, a teacher I knew hired me to be her son’s care provider. I went in the morning, got him ready for school, dropped him off – then I went to school myself. After school I picked him up, we did homework and any after school activities until one of his parents got home from their teaching jobs. That job fell into my lap.

When I transferred to A State Level College l worked in a small resale clothing store my mom owned. I simply showed up when I was done at school. We worked side by side and made some incredible memories. I learned a lot about running a business.

Fresh Faced with ZERO Experience

Fresh out of College I thought it would be perfect if I went to work for God. I applied at the school affiliated with the church I had attended since I was 6 years old. That’s it. I applied for 1 job. I had no credential, no experience but all the enthusiasm of a fresh faced college graduate.

I’m not sure what the Principal saw in me, but I was hired as the 4th grade teacher.

The memories made this very first year are ingrained in my mind and on my heart. My guess is when I have dementia I will remember these children and our classic adventures with yellow paint in hair and sitting in bird poop long after I forget my own children.

When it was time to move to public school so I could save for a house, start a family I got an interview in the district my mother in law worked for as an aide. She mentioned it to a principal she was friends with and low and behold that principal sat on the interview panel.

I was hired into the public school system.

When Douglas was born I was able to stay home for 6 precious years.

In 2010, just 10 short years ago, God asked me to leave my homeschooling life and return to teaching in a classroom full time. That wasn’t an easy thing to do, but he perfectly laid my path. On Thursday Facebook lovingly reminded me of my all-time favorite memory of my return to the classroom.

What I was wearing for my “interview”. I wasn’t having trouble adjusting, but my awesomeness was overwhelming for others (that’s my story, and I’m sticking to it!) the image below summarizes the memory:

In late summer of 2010 I was hired by a dear friend whom I had actually mentored/coached when she first became a teacher (she changed careers and is a bit older than I am). This friend had remained in the private school system and was now a principal. She was well aware of my teaching style based on my past. You see not only did I mentor this friend, I had also been her daughter’s 4th grade teacher. My official interview started on the phone – in just as I described… housewife wear that was quite mismatched. I’m fairly certain they were some sort of pajama, or had been slept in. I’m 100% certain without a shadow of a doubt my shirt was on inside out. I had to go in the following Monday to sign paperwork, but the deal was made over the phone, based on my reputation and rapport with this principal.

When I switched private schools 2 years later I did NOT know the principal but I was recommended to him. My very first principal was now the superintendent of the school system and many parents and former colleagues had whispered my name when the need arose there in my original school. During the course of that interview the Principal joked he couldn’t find anyone to say anything negative about me.

My response: I would gladly give him my husband’s phone number. I was hired and remained, devoting myself to my parish and school for 6 years, eventually operating in a position of administrative capacity recognized by everyone except the pastor.

When I became a lunch lady it worked in much the same way as working for my mom – Mrs. Bri is the best friend anyone can ask for. I’m not clear if I asked her, or she asked me. Her company had just lost 2 employees and my life had just crumbled to the ground in my eyes. I had never had a safer place since walking through the doors of a business owned by my Mom. For the record, Mrs. Bri is younger than I am but wise beyond her years. As bossy and in charge as I am – I do believe I did a great job being respectful and learning a new skill.

Over the course of that same year, while working for Mrs. Bri – I have also been working side by side diligently sharing the knowledge I have so my dear friend can open her OWN private school. Jointly with accepting the offer (or begging) Mrs. Bri for a year to learn mad Lunch Lady skills, I also presented my services – or was asked – (Again the lines are not quite clear) to Love Source School. I was placed on retainer so to speak until the school was ready to open for the 2020-2021 school year. My position begins in 3 (GASP!) days!

So you see… I have absolutely NO IDEA how to get a job… I know in theory the process… But I applied for 1 job when I was 23 years old and the rest has miraculously led me to today.

I thank GOD for this path, and placing the desire to become a teacher in my heart. I thank him for putting each and every very special person along the way because that 16 year old girl who wanted to make a LOT of money as a Lawyer never dreamed she would be as RICH as she is today!

Stay tuned for more adventures – I hope your lives are as richly blessed.

(PS) If anyone is hiring, my kid need a job and doesn’t know how to get one HA HA HA!

Christy

Working from Home Realities

The private school I will be working for won’t celebrate our “Change of Grade Day Ceremony” until September 8th so I am still enjoying these dog days of summer! For the time being administration has decided it is in our best interest to follow state guidelines and begin the year virtually. As a result I will need an area dedicated to video conferencing with my students.

While most teachers figured all this out back in March and April… I was blissfully whittling away the hours thanking my lucky stars I wasn’t dealing with the virtual teaching crisis.

(Insert sound of tires screeching here!)

My turn! The great thing is I have had plenty of time to gather data and be prepared. Anthony built a backdrop for me so

1.) There are no distractions behind me and

2.) My family has privacy.

There isn’t much I can do about my  “Virtual Assistant” … Jack. He is not camera shy and is often found typing with his head during the most inopportune moments…

I also chose to relocate my workspace. I now sit facing a window with a breathtaking view of my backyard and all the nature that entails. I might be more distracted than my students! The squirrels scamper right before my eyes and the most beautiful butterflies fly by many times a day. Watching the birds hop along the path or flutter branch to branch is likely why Jack is a common visitor! My area is peaceful and not in the main path of household traffic. It allows for the other members of our home to engage in life without too much inconvenience as well.

In the meantime I continue to feed my television addiction. It’s amazing how selfish with my time I have become. Or I suppose a better way of looking at it is –  I have set healthy boundaries. You may think with 2 weeks before school begins I am going crazy planning. N. O. P. E. And it does not mean for a minute I’m less devoted to my students. I’m simply equally devoted to myself, and my family.

Recent Family Game night – BINGO.

I’m watching teachers all over the country work harder than they ever have – E.V.E.R. because they are being F.O.R.C.E.D to – what choice do they have? Years and years of “teacher abuse” means they are EXPECTED to rise to the occasion all in the name of “for the kids”. SNORT. Teaching and overseeing their own children – it’s an impossible situation with no great solution. I’d support teacher protests and riots in a heartbeat.

You might say I’m bitter for being fired – but soul search yourself if that is what you think. I stood up for what was right and JUST by asking for a raise and the proper title based on the job I was performing. When that was not awarded, I politely asked to resign from that VOLUNTEER position, and simply TEACH – to do what I was being paid to do. Remember – the school tried to give me part of my own COST OF LIVING RAISE as a little “pacifier” of income to keep VOLUNTEERING. They did indeed offer me a raise, as slightly more than what the teacher next door was also getting. It was not what my position was justified in earning, and I am not greedy, trust me. Instead I was REPLACED because there is always someone else who will do your job. Always. To be blunt, whether I died or was fired, the result would have been the same.

This is the reality that has me watching TV every night and Scrapbooking on Saturday or Sunday each week – I will no longer give so much of MY LIFE away. If not for the philosophy of Love Source School – Love and Kindness, frankly I would NEVER have returned to teaching.

I am going to watch the squirrels, hummingbirds, backyard sparrows and butterflies. I will wait for Jack to lay down before I can continue to work on the computer. I will live as God has asked me to… within the boundaries of TODAY. I don’t know what tomorrow holds. Worrying about it is simply a waste of time. I have too much today to experience! I will work with my students during school time and within the confines of a community built on mutual respect, love and kindness. It will be so refreshing. Revolutionary. And to think my virtual assistant is welcome and my office view can’t be beat are just blessings beyond measure! When the time comes I will be glad to shift to in person instruction.

Think of the adventures we will have during sky time. We can keep track of how many squirrels, birds, butterflies and other local critters we see all year!

Until next time – I truly, truly hope you are BLESSED. Take time to balance what is important to YOU. Do not give away your life.

Christy

My happiest Moment of BEING A Teacher

I had the pleasure of being a guest on a podcast… if you follow me on my Homeschool Holiday blog , you already know a little about my 5 minutes of fame! I always look at things a bit more personally over here on Gratitude – Little Things- Contentment, but that post is worth a read! The purpose of that post was to promote the

Inspiring Teachers Podcast and YouTube channel as well as one of the hosts products on the Amped Up Learning marketplace.

Before the interview took place I received an email with a bit of an overview outlining what we would focus on for the episode:

MY “why” of teaching

MY journey in education

MY happiest moment of being a teacher. 

I have to admit. I panicked when I saw the questions. I panicked when I volunteered to participate. Do I take the homeschool angle, or the classroom angle? Am I healed enough to talk about MY journey in Education. WHAT ARE MY HAPPIEST MOMENTS of being an educator?

The homeschooling is so easy..but the other teachers are classroom instructors I might stick out like a sore thumb with the homeschool thing. I sent a quick reply asking the host his opinion on which angle I should take…..

I never heard back. YIKES. I needed to be prepared.

My Why of Teaching

My Why of Teaching was easy, however cliché it may sound: God called me to teaching. … I don’t think I would have gone into this detail on the podcast for time issues, but every year I told my class this story:

I was a teenager, in High School. I wanted to be a lawyer, because lawyers made a LOT of money. That seemed like a good decision. I arrived to my weekly volunteer position of teaching “CCD” as it was called at the time, and the Nun who ran the program met me in the parking lot with a box of worksheets…. She gave it to me and said: I heard you wanted to be a teacher. I am retiring and though you could use this to get you started.

Um… there was no way I was going to sass a Nun in the Church parking lot and tell her I was going to be a Lawyer, so I thanked her and put the box in my car…. The seed was planted and the rest as they say is history. I have known that I was called by God to do his work. I mean, he sent a NUN to tell me I was going to be a teacher – that’s a pretty clear message!

When I applied for my first job, I applied for one, yes – O N E and only one… at the school, in that same parking lot, of my parish church. I was crazy young and very naive. In fact, I wasn’t yet finished with my credential. You didn’t need one to teach in a private school. I had no back up plan. With stars in my eyes I wanted to work for God. He came trough for me!!! I got that job! In 1994 I became a teacher ! Ha ha kids, do not try this at home. I would never advise applying for ONE job and then going home and doing noting. I suppose I had some crazy trust in God’s will in my life and didn’t even know it!

Over the years returning to the classroom to continue the “Why” was easy and also perhaps cliché. I became the favorite for 180 days for so many because I connected with them. I found what they needed and helped them understand they were brilliant and could do anything. Simply stated, I loved them.

My Journey in Education

The short ” blog interview” answer is that I have taught in private, public and home school settings, giving me a well rounded experience. The long answer is:

I spent 6 wonderful years at my Parish school… ventured into Public School for 4 amazing years (where I may have learned more than the first 6!) and then I began my life as a Homeschool Mom. Public School was hard on me. I gave it my best shot. I had 3 different principals in 4 years. The most difficult year I ever had teaching turned into 2 years when my grade level was changed to one higher and I had the students again. I loved them, but did not have the tools or support to properly service them. Those last two years broke my “teacher magic”. You might not believe me if I told you I sat in the parking lot and cried until the bell rang, wiped my eyes, walked to get my class, taught like it was no-one’s business bell to bell, then left crying again at the end of the day.

Homeschooling was everything I dreamed of and more. Don’t ask my children about it though, you will get mixed reviews. It’s the classic “you want what you don’t have” syndrome. The girls especially claim they hated it Then in the next breath they will tell you how supremely prepared they were when they DID go to school compared to their public school peers. How they can make choices and decisions and not wait to be told what to do. They don’t quite understand that came from their home-education. I want curly hair and brown eyes. I have straight hair and blue eyes… Poor God, we always nit pick the gifts he gives us! It’s the same with their homeschool. I think homeschooling suits Douglas’ personality and I am HONORED to issue him a diploma at the end of the 2020-2021 school year from our homeschool in the way I dreamed from day 1, but it was, admittedly, my dream.

Trust the Lord.

There is no truer statement for me when reflecting on what happens next in my education journey.

My husband does not ask much of me. He does not tell me what to do, or how to go about life. We make decisions together. There have been 2 things he was pretty firm about in our relationship. The first was no multi level marketing businesses. He has his reasons. I started 1 Creative Bug (Now Happy Hive) and he has supported me 100% for over 15 years, including purchasing a top of the line “cricut” type cutter before that was a thing! The second thing was in 2012 when he said I needed to go back to work. I told him I could NOT do public school again, if I was going to go back we were going to trust God and I was going to private school. He agreed.

At the time we had only 1 car. I called the parish school I had worked for, as it was within walking distance…but God had a different plan… within a few days I received a phone call from a friend who was now a Principal at a school over 20 miles away. She had a position and wanted to know if I was nterested… After talking and telling her I really had no letters of recommendation, no references, I had been home for 6 years, I just had me… she said something like: “That’s fine Christy, Can you come in on Monday and sign everything, it will all work out”

I was in my pajamas, in fact the pajama top was on inside out and backwards, my hair was haphazard, I had to close my bedroom door because my children were playing through the house… and I just got a teaching job after being out of the classroom for 6 years! The principal that hired me…. I was her mentor teacher when she first began teaching at that parish school I worked for many moons ago. I was her daughter’s fourth grade teacher. She trusted in my teacher magic!

It only get’s CraZier…. we still only have 1 car and no money to by a second. As the beginning of the school year gets closer and closer, we need a solution. One evening, Anthony comes home and tells me he is being re-located for work. His new “plant” is one exit BEYOND the school I am working for… we will be able to take the kids to my sister in law’s…he can drop me at the school and go to work himself each day, then at the end of the day…he picks us all up. (My sister in law gets BIG HEAVENLY WINGS for taking my kids for some 12 and 14 hour days..even overnight back then!)

After 4 years of blessings at that school, I was sitting in our parish hall at choir practice for the kids, when one of the Moms told me that our Parish needed teachers for the next school year, and I should apply… not 5 minutes after she told me, my friend and Principal called and told me the SAME THING… I was torn between my loyalty to her, and walking to work and having the kids at HOME everyday!

As God would have it, not only did I get re-hired at my parish school, I was put BACK into fourth grade! My original grade level. That gift, is immeasurable on the God Gift Scale! I live and BREATHE 4th grade! I worked with the architect that designed the amazingly awesome 4th grade classroom when the school was updated in 2000. I was going HOME!

My Happiest Moment of Being a Teacher

When if first saw this as one of the questions for the podcast interview I was overcome with fear. I almost drown in the feelings… It’s because I was afraid. What if there are NO MORE HAPPY MOMENTS? If I go back and identify any of my happy moments, if I narrow it down to one of the “happiest” I might have to admit that there will be NO MORE! (Remember grief does not follow logic!)

I did not have an answer if asked this during the interview. I would default to a homeschool answer: Being able to teach my own children is one of my happiest moments… Because you see the TRUTH IS:

I want to REGRET going back to work in 2012. I want to say we made the WRONG decision, that we should have TOUGHED it out, worked harder to spend less, to put the kids homeschooling as a priority. I want to say that it was a BAD DECISION. I want to say we made the WRONG CHOICE… but really? can I really?

I don’t want to carry that burden. It’s WAYYYYY to heavy. My other choice is to blame God… How can I do that? Look at the BEAUTIFUL path he laid out for me? I was hired in a time with no face time or ZOOM, so I was a MESS, inside out and backwards phone interview! Then my husband gets re-located weeks before my job starts? Those 9 years of my work-life were all HAPPIEST!

Watching Hannah Montana with 6th grade girls during lunch on Netflix in my classroom.

When the students found out I had been the Principal’s mentor teacher

Hiding my stuffed DOMO to teach 8th graders prepositions

Developing my “Super Saints” theme

Finding files in the fourth grade room from my FIRST time in the 4th grade

Being appointed to the leadership team

My monthly projects

Living Wax Museum

Panning for gold in a plastic swimming pool

Paper airplanes…eating lunch UNDER the desks…Disco Balls and dance parties… Jumping Jacks at the top of the hour…Parents and guests coming in to read to the class….

Receiving the Dandy Award, being recognized for who I TRULY am as an educator!

I could go on and on….


Look at all the AMAZING things GOD has done for me over my teaching career – this is the first skim of story after story I could tell of the amazing blessings… HIS HAND WAS UPON ME WHEN I DIDN’T EVEN ASK HIM!

I asked for HIS WILL in my life in May of 2019 and looking back – like a silly girl, I have been receiving HIS WILL all along!

So if I had to pick my happiest moment as a teacher. It was that day in late May 1994 when the very first Principal I worked for called me to tell me I got the Job!

My Happiest moment was the day God gifted me with the responsibility of being a teacher.

God is not done with me yet. Whether I am in a classroom teaching virtually or just interacting with people. I’m a teacher no contract gets to define my impact on the world. God does. When I logged into the Zoom game night with my friends – they even joked – Teacher’s here! Getting told I was no longer needed at that school did NOT change that FACT. God made me a teacher, and only GOD can take that away from me.

Ironically…

The interview didn’t mention ANY of these topics! I spoke about my store on Amped Up Learning and what outcomes teachers could expect by using my products… in a nutshell because EVERYTHING is learning, I’m designing quirky holiday products so both teachers and homeschoolers can take a break to do FUN things. Learning about these holidays refreshes everyone!

I hope to have over 100 products in my store by 2021 Some are “REMOTE READY” while others are best as designed, for home or “FACE to FACE use. I’m never one to compromise quality to just make a buck…

If you would like to keep up with the “teacher” side of me, check into my HomeschoolHoliday blog .

Until next time – BE blessed my friends!

Christy

Accepting my faults

One thing about blogging is that everyone seems to have all the answers…the perfect life. The greatest, most supportive husband, kids who always do exactly what they are told, the “Martha Stewart” Christmas tree….

Pfft. I totally have all that on every third Thursday in months with a blue moon! AND.. my house is clean too. Too bad for social distancing or I’d invite you over to see!

Anyway, all jokes aside. I have in fact cooked dinner every night (I count reheating leftovers!), except for one (1) pizza night my children requested due to having a friend over when we relaxed for a minute. It is my effort to not only save money, but to serve my family with love, not a sense of obligation or dread. Cooking dinner and cleaning the bathroom should not feel the same. It has been wonderful to make new things and serve old favorites! We still only eat as a family once a week, but I am GOOD with our choices!

So those that know me, but choose to love me anyway could likely start blogs of their own simply on ways I drive them crazy…

One of my self identified faults is that I don’t respond well to schedule derailment. I like to know details, and if you need me to do something for you, you must schedule it in advance ( 2 weeks notice appreciated…in writing notarized and read by my legal department…). I don’t do well with…” Can you go get XYZ, before 5 today and by the way they are closed Saturday and Sunday” …. at 3:00 pm on Friday when I also have to cook dinner and be in a class at 5:30. Even if I was just scrapbooking, I don’t do well with that type of thing.

As an example, I am currently working on 2 projects for friends… Both texted me so far in advance of the “deadline” it’s almost funny. But they know and respect that I have no less than 5 Google calendars to organize even my crazy virus life! They know I like my schedules.

Now, before you say…”just say no”, don’t run the errand, because it’s always an option… This person who ask/told

1. Is incapable of doing the errand themselves for reasons I won’t disclose

2. Needed the item without question.

3. Kindness matters.

It truly is my problem that the lack of “notice” derailed me. I had PLENTY OF TIME to run the errand and cook dinner.

But guess what I decided to do? (I’m kinda giddy with excitement to tell you!)

Run the errand and stop for burgers! I did indeed allow myself to be derailed.

So now do I feel guilty about my choice? No. I recognize my weakness and I PRAYED ABOUT IT. I asked God for help to overcome this weakness. I’m not going to be cured in just one weekend, but identifying areas of concern and turning to God for his guidance is all that matters. At least for me!

I’m sure most of you appreciate at least some kind of notice…but even I, the master of scheduling, have needed a last minute favor! I even run to God at the last minute, when I am desperate and he never says – well Christy, you didn’t call in advance…

I can accept my faults AND I can work on IMPROVING myself to be a better servant of God. I took the weekend off from cooking… I’m doing a “reset” and Christy’s Cafe will re-open on Monday where my family can get Service with a smile and a whole lot of love!

I hope you will be reminded of God’s infinite love for you and allow Him to help you work on fine tuning some of those areas that may need adjusting. Cheaper than the Chiropractor!

Until next time, be blessed my friends!

Christy

God doesn’t forget, even if you do.

Remember being little and finding a full, beautiful dandelion ready to be blown and turned into a wish? Oh how I would race to be the first to grab it, blow it and make my wish. I never remember what I wished for… Those wishes are like our prayers. Perhaps it is now they are beginning to come true.

Perhaps what Heaven looks like…. a field of wishes

The other night I was looking through my saved videos. I was looking for squirrel videos if you must know. I stopped dead in my scrolling when I recognized the school playground and the stage… Why did I have a video from the old school? That was odd.

As soon as it began it all flooded back. In May of 2019, I had just returned to work after my rotator cuff surgery. I never blogged about this event back then… I was overwhelmed by it!

One of the parents had nominated me for an award and was there to present it. I had no idea!

I had the pleasure of meeting Mrs. Rodriguez when her daughter, I will call her “Sassy” was in my 4th grade class. Sassy was transitioning from public school, receiving her sacraments, and balancing her father’s deployment. We had some work to do, but in the end, my Sassy came out like a champ!

Fast forward to 2015 when the youngest in the Rodriguez family was not even quite school aged yet. Mrs. Rodriguez was commenting how she felt about her youngest daughter, not being able to attend the school due to her having Down Syndrome and the special needs associated with that.

Me, being me…quipped that I didn’t see any reason why Lily could not attend the school, and in fact, I didn’t care where she went for her other grades, I expected to be her 4th grade teacher.

This planted a seed in Mrs. Rodriguez and that morning in 2019… Lily was most of the way complete with the TK program, and ready to attend Kindergaten full time.

As Mrs. Rodriguez spoke, and I cried…unbeknownst to either of us… 2 short months before the administration would see my service as the 4th grade teacher as being problematic – Mrs. Rodriguez showed the WORLD who I REALLY AM!

I was presented with what the Catholic Board on Full Inclusion calls the DANDY Award… you see their “logo” is the dandelion. This award is presented to people in education who simply behave inclusively in a non obvious way…someone who just KNOWS all students are welcome, sacred and holy.

This was my send off… my goodbye from mainstream education and the awakening of who I was meant to become – of who I have always been. Someone who knows children are sacred.

On Monday I begin my journey with Love Source School: a place which welcomes all ages to learn through experiencing life with the focus on loving kindness of self, others and our connection to all. 

When I accepted the award, I told the community that I was being selfish – that what I really wanted was to be Lily’s fourth grade teacher. Those words were very true. I don’t know what the next years will bring. I do know I fully accept God’s will in my life… and like blowing on a beautiful dandelion… If it is God’s will that I am Lily’s 4th grade teacher, I trust in his plan.

If you care to watch what Mrs. Rodriguez has to say, and my reaction I have included the video below. At the very end I say: All I’m really doing is what God asks me to do. (AMEN!)

Be blessed my friends – make those wishes!!!

Christy

God might not have a phone, but he is texting me.

When I was working as a classroom teacher and held the position as discipline coordinator for a Catholic School of over 250 students, my phone notifications were pretty non stop. I had special tones set for text messages from those most important so I knew if I needed to look while teaching or wait for a break.

One of my class helpers was in charge of answering our class telephone and was trained to say: I’m sorry Mrs. Gandara is teaching right now. Can I help you or take a message? (They knew if it was the Principal I would take the call😋). Even if I happened to be grading papers and (cough cough) not teaching… that was the protocol! My phone and text messaging was THAT far out of control… I was doing the job of 2 people easy, lol.

notifications = prayers

I do not get nearly the amount of messages as I did then, and that is 100% okay with me! Each time I DO get a notification of an email or text message on my phone, I say: Thank You Jesus, before I even look at it!

This keeps my mind focused on God throughout the day. It’s an easy thing to do. It doesn’t matter what the content of the email or text message is, God is in control. HIS will be done.

celebrate everything

As you know I have been selling curriculum since January 2020. I’m certainly not one of Teachers Pay Teachers 10K sellers…but every once in a while I hear the distinct notification from my “other” email that gets the sales reports . It gets other emails too. After my prayer, when I check…Let me tell you…it’s like an email from the California Lottery came in!

Congratulations! You have sold a product!

From the title I have no idea what sold – but I am giddy with excitement. Will it be a *new, never before sold item* or one of my “best sellers?

No matter what it is, or what my price point is – I am ALWAYS excited! Today’s product was a Dollar Deal (making my commission much, much less than $1.00 – but that’s okay!)

private messages and comments matter!

THANK YOU JESUS!

The notifications remind me …as I sit making paper plate animal patterns – that I AM on the right path… I’m helping other educators with quality resources in their homes or classrooms!

Another way I know I am helping is when I get comments or private messages. My last post on Homeschool Holiday was about the “fear” of homeschooling. As I was preparing to link the post to my Instagram account, I noticed I was on my personal Instagram, not the Happy Hive Homeschooling Instagram… I had even typed my whole “spiel”… I figured what the heck – I’ll just double post it. Totally worth it. My niece from NJ sent me a private message on Instagram. I have not seen her since she was 5 or 6… when I was on my honeymoon over 20 years ago. She was full of questions about homeschooling, even though children are nothing but a glimmer in her eye! Her heart is heavy with the burden of schooling and the pandemic and what the future will look like for her family. I was able to help her in a small, but, for me at least – profoundly meaningful way.

I also had a comment from a retired teacher on that same post. Her view on homeschooling and the relationship between homeschooling and public education are shifting as a result of what she is learning from me. Small steps lead to big changes.

making a difference

We all strive to make a difference in the world, to matter. My confirmation sponsor gave me a cross stitched quote that has guided my path since high school: What we are is God’s gift to us. What we become is our gift to God. Every day I continue to polish the gift I am, so that I may become that Gift to God adjusting and listening to HIS will in my life each email and text notification at a time… Thank you Jesus!

If you take the time to comment – I’ll get a notification and another opportunity to pray, so thank you for commenting!

Until next week, be blessed my friends!

Christy

Ever feel Like a Squirrel in a bird feeder?

Let me tell you – a squirrel in a bird feeder is living it’s best life! This little guy (or girl…or do I need to be politically correct – perhaps the squirrel identifies as a bird!- hell no… my blog, my backyard squirrel. I didn’t see his nut, but he’s going to be my guy.) … back to the story… this little guy has some lessons for me!

  1. Try new things. That most definitely was NOT squirrel food, it was bird food – I put it there myself. I’m not good at trying new foods, although I have a bit recently…but in the past year I have indeed tried new things! I took a job well out of my area of “expertise”. I am now selling curriculum online in 3 different marketplaces and I make videos – definitely out of my comfort zone.

2. Be brave. He has to take quite a leap to get into this bird feeder. I know he’s a squirrel, he’s leaping all over my backyard – but leaping from branch to branch is different than this. Somehow I just know it. HE WAS hanging upside down at one point trying to get inside. How will I ever know if I don’t try – if I’m not brave. My curriculum is good, I’m confident of that – but is there really a market for holiday themed curriculum? I don’t know – but I’m going to find out!

3. It doesn’t matter if you fit in – get in there anyway. The next day he was back and completely inside the feeder. I don’t have a lesson for sitting on the food you eat, but he shoved himself all the way in that feeder tail and all. Sometimes it’s uncomfortable to go into new situations, or expose yourself to things that “don’t quite fit” (Like my pants, ha ha!) I have to market myself – I have to convince people they NEED my products. I need to shove my fluffy hiney inside a bird feeder, and I am a squirrel. This is the truest of all. My kids are grown – I don’t homeschool. I’m not in a classroom, so I don’t teach – but I want You, and you and even YOU to buy my curriculum. I’ll just sit on my food now.

4. You don’t know who is watching. This guy has no clue I’m watching him from inside my window. The first day I did sneak outside to get pictures, but after that, I just let him do his thing and I sit back and enjoy his antics. The example he sets for me runs deep, and I appreciate him and his forest friends so much. Others are watching me too and how I behave. Most importantly my children. They watched me when they were little and I was home with them. They watched me implement holiday curriculum with THEM and they talk about how awesome it was. The watched me when I went back to work and I dedicated myself to the relationships with my students and making each of them the most important things in my world. They watched me ask for a raise, lose my job and re-imagine myself into the woman who is typing this blog. But others are watching me too.

I have readers and followers who I know, by my stats read my blog and never comment or “like”. That’s ok. They are watching me , a squirrel in the bird feeder and they will see:

I have gratitude for what God has given me – the good, the struggles and the good: He has blessed me with far more good than struggles.

I appreciate the little things in life, like watching the birds, squirrels and opossum in my yard.

I find contentment in the day to day, even dishes and laundry. Through the quarantine of 2020 I can honestly add cooking dinner to this list.

I seek balance between what I want in life, and what God wants for me.

I work at having an organized home and routines that allow me to simplify my life. These things give me the margin I need to always have time for prayer, because when I realized that God was first, My life changed in miraculous ways.

God and my family must always be something I prioritize. I practice habits that lead to happiness (I call them Happy Habits) and after allowing myself a tiny bit of time to wallow – I always manage to CHOOSE JOY!

I began practicing these key concepts in 2010 and will continue until God thinks I am finished. I am not adding any other concepts to my philosophy as I feel these define my leap into the bird feeder…

Be blessed my friends – and thanks for watching the show. Stay tuned. I’m sure there will be further adventures!

Christy

Out of body experience

My life has slipped into summer mode – I’d be crazy if I didn’t admit it was difficult to watch a school year end and realize again last year was my LAST YEAR and just how unfair that feels wrapped up in the comfort of being my own boss.

I really like being in control. That sounds awful out of context. I suppose everyone likes some element of control in their life.


How wonderful it would have been to “retire” – to CHOOSE to leave and be CELEBRATED – to get to say goodbye and tell people your plans for the future. I spent 15 years working in Private Education. I got nothing.

It all feels so unfair, and when I admit that out loud I feel like a 5 year old who didn’t a new toy in Target just after her birthday.

Life isn’t fair, and I circle back to – GET OVER IT ALREADY: You just don’t LIKE the answer they gave you.

Is that it? I just don’t like the answer they gave me?

I was given a reason my contract was not renewed on July 1, 2019. It was as follows: Keeping you as the 4th grade teacher, without having you continue to serve as a member of the leadership team would be problematic, therefore we are not renewing your contract.

I can see myself sitting there, like an out of body experience. I just sat there and said, ok.. so my only choice was to sign the contract in May in which I was offered more money, but not the title? (I don’t even recognize my own calm voice – I do not know who is speaking.)

The answer is: That is no longer an option.

I said I understand. I am watching myself sign the paperwork while it is explained that the terms of the non renewal are such that I am free to apply at any catholic school in the diocese. I simply nod my head.

(But clearly, one year later DO NOT UNDERSTAND AT ALL!)

Again I speak, and I have no idea how these words are formed with such clarity and care: How should I get my things out of the classroom. (The keyword is THE classroom. A little background – In the year 1999 that classroom was constructed and I was in direct consultation with the architect, where I wanted outlets, shelves, whiteboards… it was a blessing to have input into the design of the new classroom. To know me is to love me and everyone who knew me knew that was MY CLASSROOM! – when I returned to the school just 7 years prior, to be returned to my grade and MY classroom was more than I could ever dream of! – where in the world in THAT moment as I am being told in essence I am being fired – did I find the ability to suddenly calmly say : remove MY things from THE classroom???) God – God was speaking for me!!!

Needless to say, I am instructed the janitor can let me in anytime.

Thankfully I am given the professional courtesy that I am not supervised as I remove items from the classroom as is the usual protocol when someone is terminated. The amount of personal things I leave behind is now mind boggling. I took only what would fit in the truck in one load. I had 2 of my children with me. One of the girls, and Douglas. I *think* it was Lauren, but I honestly have no idea. The truck was full of items that needed to be donated, so I went, dropped them off , picked up the 2 kids, returned to the school that same day -Today, just one year ago: July 1st. We loaded as much as we could and left the rest.

I can see myself moving like a robot through the room, trying to give the kids instructions without freaking out. I can see their faces – they are SO CONFUSED and I just keep telling them that I am ok, everything is ok.

But I’m not ok.

Everything is not ok. It still isn’t. I wonder if it ever will be?

I know there are people out there with problems far greater than mine. I do need to JUST GET OVER IT ALREADY…

But it’s kinda like when we went bankrupt in 2010 and lost our “dream home” – that wasn’t our fault. The construction industry fell apart and we ended up loosing our business and home…I keep waiting to hear about a random tornado that takes out a home in Banning at that address so I will KNOW why God got us out of there..you know – a DEFINITE answer.

I like a good solid answer, all neat and pretty wrapped up with a bow spelled out plain as day… and, SIGH – God just doesn’t work that way AT ALL! I’ll just have to keep working through it. Replaying the day over in my mind, looking for an answer I can accept. I’ll keep praying and giving the broken pieces of my heart to God because I do know without a doubt HE has the power to mend them.

Christy

Every morning I walk into a sink full of dishes


You don’t really want to know what I think.

But if your’re still reading then I imagine your slightly curious. Well I’m NOT Mary Poppins. That sink full of dishes does not make me break into song…. I loaded the dishwasher AND started it after dinner… So I completed my motherly duties already. I should wake up and be able to walk into a clean kitchen. Alas… Hobbits have second breakfast. Teenagers have second dinner.

Spoiler Alert: I get tired of cleaning up after them.

But I do it anyway. Go ahead…it’s okay! 100% think your thoughts. Provide your suggestions. I would be Monday Morning Parenting if I were reading this on YOUR blog. Trust me. I’m judgy-mc-judgerkinns disguised as a So Cal Helpful Honda Worker, lol!

I clean up after them every morning for a few reasons. They are 16, 17, and months away from 19. I’m on the tail end of having them home to even leave dirty dishes…. Another reason is they did their daily chores – it’s not like they do nothing and I’m a slave to their every whim. They have a teenage chore chart Monday – Friday and a lesser, but still chores on the weekends. It does not take me longer to unload/reload the dishwasher than it takes the coffee pot to make me a 12 cup pot of coffee, so I’m in the kitchen anyway.

But the biggest reason is related to this story… I read this on Facebook…it is not my own original work, although I did re-word it to put it in my “voice”.

I was at Stater Brother’s yesterday and heard a loud crash and something shattering. Being curious to see if I could help I  walked towards the sound. I saw  people whispering and looking back at the end of the next aisle. When I walked down that aisle, I saw an older lady had hit a shelf with her cart and all sorts of stuff had fallen to the ground and broken.  She was kneeling on the floor embarrassed, frantically trying to clean up. I felt so bad for her, and everyone was just standing there staring at her. I’m surprised no one was filming with their cell phone. I went and knelt beside her and told her not to worry and started helping her pick up the broken pieces. After about a minute, the store manager came and knelt beside us and said, “Leave it, we will clean this up.” The lady, totally embarrassed, said, “I need to pay for all this.” The manager smiled, helped her to her feet and said, “No ma’am, we have insurance for this, you do not have to pay anything!” 

If you have read this far, give me another minute. Wherever you are, close your eyes, and imagine God doing the same for you! Imagine the broken pieces of your mistakes or the pieces of your broken heart from all the blows life has thrown at you all over the floor and you’re there trying to collect all of the pieces and fix them yourself. Now imagine God comes and kneels right down beside you, smiles and says to you, “Leave it all there, l will clean this up for you.” He loves you that much and wants to put all of those pieces back together if you will let Him! 

With Him we have insurance too and it’s called GRACE! It’s free! All you have to do is ask Him to forgive you, help you, and to heal you. 

As I do the dishes, cleaning up the mess my children have left for me I can only imagine how man messes My own mother cleaned up that I left her… And how many messes God continues to clean up for me! Perhaps someday, my children will look back and realize that every dish I washed, every towel I folded and every meal I cooked was my love pouring out more than any Lego set, Disney pass or new pair of shoes. Cleaning up their messes is giving them the GRACE to grow into becoming the people they are meant to be – just as God gives that Grace to me!


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Be blessed as you serve your family and clean (or make) the messes this week!

Christy

The Little Things have been at it again!

My mom always told me that when I was hurt, she hurt double. Goodness that is so true. My baby, Penny fell off the bed last Saturday night. She hit her stairs so she didn’t fall far, but those stairs are solid wood. Anthony made them when I had my rotator cuff surgery so Penny could get on the bed herself. She hit hard and was limping. Anthony checked her and discerned nothing was broken, but she was limping and clearly not herself.

I spent the day with her on Sunday. We sat on the couch and watched TV, we walked a little so as not to get too stiff. Finally, Anthony said the magic words- You can take her to the Vet if you wan. YES I wanted to! I was beside myself with worry about what we couldn’t see inside. Something could be torn! I was so worried I was making myself sick with worry! After all – Penny can’t talk to me with words, just her sad little eyes and unstable breathing to control the pain.

On Monday we called and off we went to the wonderful friends at the Victoria Animal Hospital. Ironically that’s where we took our beast, Kody the rottweiler many years ago when he tore his cruciate ligament. Because of the protocols of social distancing, masks and the virus, no one was allowed in the facility with Penny. I was D Y I N G with this. They just took my BABY. She rarely leaves my side. Thankfully Megan went with me so she and I sat in the truck with the A/C running and chatted to pass the time. I’m so thankful to have had the distraction. I think Megan knew I would need support. She is so thoughtful, I appreciate the effort and the help. It was a “Little Thing” that lifted a burden on my day! Megan said I wouldn’t have taken her to the doctor, but instead told her to shake it off. She’s right! I would have given her a few more days to suffer for sure!

Penny was diagnosed with a deep tissue something or another… which Anthony summarized into a $350 bruise and now teases her calling her a faker as she runs down the hall toward him for her treats… It has been 5 days! I enjoyed the X-rays and Megan’s comment that Penny is cute even on the Inside! I slept like a baby Monday night – comforted by the fact my little one was going to be fine!


I was blessed by a visit from my junior high friend Kathy this week. She moved to Louisiana when Douglas wasn’t even out of diapers yet. She put this picture in a Graduation card for Megan. I remember this day like it was yesterday!

From Left to right – Lauren , Megan, Janna, Kaycee, and Douglas 2005
From Left to right – Douglas, Megan, Janna, Lauren 2020 (Kaycee remained in Louisiana this year to save vacation for her upcoming wedding and honeymoon!)
Christy and Kathy – Friends for over 30 years!

We sat out in the yard and practiced social distancing – chatting about life. We talk weekly so noting out of the ordinary – this time we just go to have our coffee in person! Spending time with friends is something I cherish as a “Little Thing”.

Kathy’s family had a party to celebrate a birthday. They had lots of leftovers and shared with us. The food was from one of our favorite Mexican restaurants. We have not eaten out since March! The closest I have gotten to “not cooking” is the frozen Pizza night we had, but the kids loved! … so heating up restaurant left overs was a welcome blessing! Another “Little Thing” to lighten my load this week.

Anthony continues to do the grocery shopping. He knows I have been fighting a migraine all week. He got off early yesterday and stopped to top off our supplies for the weekend. He brought me a gift! My favorite drink and a treat for sure! Some women get flowers – I get Rock Star! This is actually a “Big Thing!”

I continue to work on curriculum for my blog HomeschoolHoliday.com. Even though it is summer, many homeschoolers work through the summer, and there are some great holidays that deserve attention in the summer months! I’m working double duty to try and get at least one item done for every week of the year. I just keep telling myself slow and steady! Eventually I will have curriculum for all 365 days of the year!

I hope your week was blessed by “Little Things” you could enjoy!

Christy

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Nothing to see here…

Things are pretty boring in my neck of the woods. The school year ended for all three kids. Facebook memories remind me where I was just one short year ago, and how far I have come. I’m not alone in the world. I progressed to the point of acceptance with the help of God and the dear friends who have supported me.

I am blessed to have 3 teens/transitional young adults that I get to help continue to blossom living under my roof.

Anthony has been working – A LOT. I am so very thankful. Every few days after he works 10 – 12 hours he stopped at 1 or 2 stores to pick up whatever is on our shopping list. I have dinner ready. This week a migraine got me and Megan stepped up and re-heated some leftovers for him – but we did not resort to eating out! I still count that as cooking every night! I told my amazing, hard working husband that I wanted him to keep doing the shopping because it was saving us so much money. He does not pick up “extra” like I always do. He goes in, gets what we need and gets out. Not one cute decorative item falls into the cart like they did when I was shopping!

I did start to go out again however, I can’t become a complete hermit! I went to a few stores to pick things up we needed. I exercised self control, ha ha. I also made a doctor’s appointment for myself. My doctor is AH-Maze-Ing! I remember how devastated I was when we had to change insurance and leave the pediatrician that had cared for the kids since they were born. Well, Dr. Martinez picked up where Dr. Saleh (God rest his dear soul) left off and then some! Dr. Martinez is a family Dr. so he sees all of us. The appointment was for me, but I was able to check in with him about the three kids as well! As long as they are eating he said, and had no issues, he didn’t “want” to see them until the risk of the virus went down. I said – they sure were eating! There is no PROBLEM with their eating!!!!

Megan’s Senior year ended. We didn’t watch the live stream of the “ceremony” the school put on, nor did she participate in the diploma distribution they offered. That was all her! I have very strong opinions on graduation and this has been the BEST YEAR EVER as far as that goes, but I was willing to do whatever it took to make the day special for Megan. She said she did not want anyone from the school coming to her house… we had pizza and salad for dinner in the backyard and played Apples to Apples for Family game night. She picked to take a friend to Disneyland for her big gift, so it will be awhile before she cashes in on that. Lauren went to a concert – so Megan will get to go just her and her friend for a GRAND day! She would not let me take a picture, so this is what she gets.


Lauren and Alex took a trip to the beach this week. It was open and airy, so I figured it was safe enough to go out. Those two have not been on a date in 4 months! They have been patient and understanding and RESPECTFUL of my rules and opinions during this time of stay at home orders. I am so thankful for their good hearts. I even got a message filled with excitement – they found sea glass! It was fun to remember back to the times when Anthony and I would walk the beach and collect treasures. I still have my jar of sells!

Douglas is the best thing since sliced bread. He got himself into a bit of “trouble” this week, so I removed his electronic devices so we could talk. Nothing out of the ordinary. Teen boys don’t clean the kitchen – they put it off for days, then Mom just takes your computer, phone and PlayStation. Anyway. For one whole day, he didn’t come to me and say anything about the missing items – finally I asked if he wanted to talk. Yesterday we had a nice talk, and came to a good agreement moving forward about my expectations, and his goals. As I hand everything back to Douglas he said, “Um mom – the next time you want to punish me by taking away video games you might want to take away the RIGHT PlayStation – this is the PlayStation 2. I mean it has good games and all, but not really what has been distracting me from my chores.”

If you know my son – you can imagine the sweet, but funny tone to his voice. He GOT ME GOOD! I had indeed just unplugged the first system I saw and took it. Through my laughter, I asked him what he did when he went to go play – He said – I didn’t play Mom, I knew when I opened the doors and I saw the PlayStation was gone what you meant.

I REALLY have great kids.

So… it was an ordinary week…with nothing to see here… just the usual. Life overflowing with Love. I hope your week was the same!

Until next time! Be blessed my friends! – Christy


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Please note – this post may contain affiliate links. What that means is if you click that link and shop on Amazon (even if you don’t buy the product I’m telling you about) I may earn a % of the sale. This helps me run my household, my homeschool, and my scrapbook business. You don’t pay anymore than the regular price you normally would – so shop away! THANKS! If you want to learn more about the other facets of my life – check out my other blogs!

This week on “Season 2020 Earth”…

Like hopefully most of America – we watched the launch of the Space X rocket Dragon 2 on Sunday, May 30th. I love to see the astronauts in the space station and the work they do is mind boggling…A friend posted a picture of her two young children dressed as Astronauts. That warmed my heart to think kids still want to grow up and achieve those great goals! It was fun to show clips to my students in the classroom of life in space.

However, watching that rocket launch was actually HARD. My mind goes back to January 28, 1986 and all I see is the smoke in the sky. The Challenger Disaster was the first big disaster that impacted my life and has stayed with me into adulthood.

Is it because there was a Teacher on board? I was only in high school then – but a teacher is someone EVERYONE can relate to. Christa McAullif is the only name I remember without looking it up and going – “that’s right, I remember now” . So maybe it was that mission, with that “first” regular person going into space theme that was so impactful.

I don’t like seeing commercial airplanes floating across the sky any longer after September 11, 2001. They just remind me of that day as well. In contrast, as a young child seeing an airplane, I wondered all sorts of great things about where it was going, if I waved could they see me? I anticipated my next trip to our Summer home – New Jersey. Now I just look away and pray. Not a bad thing, the prayers – but the JOY of seeing God’s wonderful invention of flight is gone. I’m working on it.

When the memories are triggered, I do what comes naturally – I pray.

I pray for those who lost their lives innocently as in the Challenger disaster, and when I see an airplane those that lost their lives through evil.

It took me over a week to watch the video footage of George Floyd. It wasn’t disinterest, I just already have a lot of images I can never un-see. But I finally did watch. I participated in more discussion on Social Media than I ever have. Then it was just too much and I knew I needed to step away to pray.

How do I know how to pray? Or even when to pray? It’s different for everyone and I am CERTAIN there is no wrong way to do it. I hadn’t STOPPED praying, I just wasn’t deeply focused.

As a Catholic I have been taught to make periodic Examinations of Conscience – not just before going to receive the Sacrament of Reconciliation or Communion, but anytime I feel disconnected with God. I need to find the cause of the disconnect. I was praying, but suddenly I felt a disconnect with God. It was time for an Examination of Conscience.

An Examination of Conscience is reflecting through prayer on what I THINK, what I SAY and what I DO. My thoughts, words, and deeds. I’m looking at these things to see where I fall short, to identify my sin. Trust me I sin. The examination of Conscience isn’t just: hmm, what did I do wrong today? A true Examination of Conscience according to my faith beliefs is rooted in Scripture – it will deal with the 10 Commandments or the Beatitudes. Both of which as a Catholic School teacher I am quite familiar with. Those teachings are all we need to live a good life.

So as a Catholic Wife and Mother – I have responsibilities to my relationship with God, My Husband, My Children and Society (extended family, friends and beyond). Just acknowledging I don’t attend Mass regularly is not a TRUE examination of conscience. We already knew that was happening and is likely not going to change. Ha ha!

The thing with Sin for me is this – the definition ingrained in this former 4th grade teacher’s head is: Choosing to do wrong, and failing to do good.

Perhaps this is a naive way of looking at sin – it certainly doesn’t give me permission to walk around saying I DIDN’T do anything wrong just because I wasn’t DIRECTLY involved. This isn’t a “not my problem” definition of Sin – but it is that I GET TO DECIDE, when I prayerfully and devoutly Examine My Conscience – if I have sinned.

Memes, Society, Videos, Theories, even friends I hold dear – do not get to decide what sin looks like for me. God will guide my heart to see my failings, and he will guide me to make better choices.

The things I THINK come through in both the things I SAY and the things I DO. So having my mind always focused on good, positive, gratitude, praise, etc is all I know. I choose to lead by example and when people encounter me, no matter who they are, I want them to be better for it.

It seems by inundating myself with information I was overexposed to the opinions of Memes, Society, Videos, Theories, even friends I hold dear.

I identified the problem through prayer and as I am always seeking to grow as a person, am changing it.

As an educator, when I taught middle school we learned about LOGICAL FALLACIES in writing, advertising, etc. The power of these is well, POWERFUL. If we do not identify the Logical Fallacies in the information we are presented, we allow ourselves to be misled and perhaps we will go down a slippery slope!

The current LOGICAL FALLACY I was struggling with, but have resolved through prayer is the sweeping generalization. In this fallacy, whomever is writing, speaking, or otherwise publishing information, lumps things together. Their statement may be true in specific cases, or circumstances, but the reader is led to BELIEVE it applies to ALL cases – even if they don’t come out and say ALL – the intent to generalize is there.

What I ask you is this? Are you a horse being led to water? If so, you get to CHOOSE if you drink or not.

Emotional Fallacies are running rampant. We usually see this in late night television commercials for animal cruelty or starving children. Those issues are 100% real and exist, but showing all those sad pictures prompts you to take action – not any FACTS.

Be aware of your own emotions, By all means donate, support, etc. But be sure you are guided by logic and facts and not simply emotion. Do not blindly go after the one in front of you just because they went…

I could go on and on about the Logical Fallacies bombarding me right now – but I think you get it. I continue to feel like Agent Scully (a doctor rooted in science and facts, looking for evidence of Alien life, abductions, etc. Two very conflicting vantage points) on the X-Files searching for the truth in a world riddled with conflicting information but:

My name is Christy – that’s Christ – with a Y at the end. I choose to be as Christ-like as I can within my human limitations, as a complete reflection of who I am, but fall short every day.

The GREAT thing is I get to try again tomorrow!


If you need a reference or refresher for an Examination of Conscience the United States Conference of Catholic Bishops has a few to choose from. They even have one for kids. http://www.usccb.org/prayer-and-worship/sacraments-and-sacramentals/penance/examinations-of-conscience.cfm

May you be blessed by today’s printable.

Until next time my friends – Be blessed and avoid that slippery slope 🙂

Christy

Every year since 2010 I pick a word to guide my outlook on life. Now I'm sharing that Outlook with the world.