Well well Readers,

Welcome back!  I should really be saying this to myself but that just might sound weird.  Welcome back to your own blog where you post tings about your life, Amanda!  Yeah, as I said, weird.

Some great things have come to pass!  Thursday I got my hrrr (hair) did for free!  And I’m talking allover color!  I went to the Paul Mitchell school in the Highlands at Arlington and it was a buy one get one something or other mother-daughter thing.  So we only had to pay for what the mother got done.  And my mom only got a deep conditioning.  So we paid twelve bucks!  Plus tip cause I had an awesome lady!  Finally, my hrrr is all around one color and will fade to my pretty natural brown with little notice.

Then Friday I worked three jobs!  Talk about a life I got here.  Mickey D’s to nanny to babysit.  I worked from 6 am to 10:30 pm.  Yeah, lets not do that everyday.  Course, I love kiddos so my day was actually pretty easy.

Gershwin is a really cool guy.  Check out some of his music.  Anyway, he’s just really inspiring.  Find out why!       ê

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George

Gershwin

He gained the approval for jazz music as “serious music.”  He did this by writing jazz music in a form of alternative.  He would write a classical piece but add jazz themes and characteristics to it.  He wrote many pieces that became popular and went worldwide!  He is as famous in the classical genre as he is in the popular genre.

Amanda

Webb

Years flew by and suddenly I found myself stepping outside my comfort zone.  My family had recently moved to Texas and I was refusing to make friends.  But I had decided to quit band – it no longer offered the same delight after I learned everything the books could teach me to teach myself.  This was a big step.  Being in band, I could sit quietly in the back and not be bothered.  When the music was taught wrong, I would go home and play it correctly but say nothing.   I joined the color guard and waited to fail.  But I didn’t.  In fact, I more than succeeded!  I was offered a spot on a professional guard at age 15 and debated taking it.  During all of this, the guard’s standards in dress and dance changed.  My teacher explained to me that I had influenced him to change the outfits so that I would wear them.  He also started to incorporate movements that were appropriate so that I would do them rather than refuse and sit out.  Without even knowing it, I was changing the guard.

Hey there Readers,

I had such a great day!  Not only did I get to sleep in four hours, I swam, watched movies, and I have almost officially quit McDonalds.  Now shh!  It’s not official!  But hopefully soon it will be.  Or at least I’ll be on-call or something.  I’m going to start nannying full-time now.  Talk about a whoop! whoop!

So today it’s about how I am different from someone in history.  You see, as great a person as Franklin was, I couldn’t seem to catch up.  Actually, I wouldn’t let myself catch up.  Being scared is such a foolish thing.  It slows you down from being yourself, it takes you away from being the best you can be, and it hurts you, mentally and physically.  Now that I know that, I hate being scared.  Being scared scares me!  The only thing(s) that I’ll allow myself to be "scared" of are bugs; mainly spiders and butterflies.

B e n j a m i n   F r a n k l i n

He edited the Declaration

of Independence to best

represent the people of the

time.  He wanted them to

understand what they were

fighting for, while

threatening the British with

strong words.  All who knew

him looked him up to his great

example.  Not only was he

intelligent and invented many

different devices, he was clever

and wise.  This allowed so much

creativity to flow through his mind.

A m a n d a   W e b b

I never noticed this then,

but I allowed myself to step

behind my friends and

leaders.  I allowed them

to approve of everything I

did.  It wasn’t that I needed

their approval, but I feared

moving ahead of them in case

I might trip and no one was 


there to catch me.  I stopped

myself from growing spiritually

and mentally.  I stayed just

behind the smartest people so I

wouldn’t be noticed.  When I

messed up, I wasn’t the first. 

The whole situation gave me the

peace of mind I thought I was

looking for.

FFN (Future Family Note)

Do your best to teach your kids not to be scared to do something new.  Stand out and be different because being different might just be the better thing to be.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ALDUYnpFuzQ

Reader Darlings,

This is more than just your normal post.  Lucky you for today it’s all about my job!  Well, I have two of them actually but I really just want to focus on one of them today.  Take a guess.  I work from 6am to 2pm.  You can find me smelling like food afterwards.  And if you have never seen me there…good for you!  I work at the one, the only MICKEY D’S!  More commonly known as McDonalds. 

Just a quick overview of that job.  It’s easy and fun for me.  I was looking everywhere for a job when I turned 16 avoiding that particular store because I knew all the drama that took place amongst the workers.  It’s like all of my high schools band got a job there!  And even though I was part of the band, everyone worked there and I personally wanted to stay out.

I walked in one Friday with the feeling “please don’t hire me!”  and what did I get?  Can you come in Tuesday?

No. I wanted to say.

Yes.  I really said.

Why?  I asked myself.

How?  I asked the manager.

Because I can tell by your appearance that you will work hard and you’re trustworthy.

Wow.  My moms pants sure showed a lot.

I now love that stinky place regardless the insanely awful hours they have me working Monday through Friday.

The other job, on a brighter note, is a job that so many women already have.  They don’t get paid for what they do.  And their biggest reward may come immediately when a child says I Love You or many years in passing when a teen says I Love You.  And what ever the scenario, the mother still feels like the luckiest mother in the world.  But there are many rewards and I wouldn’t want to start there.  Let us start at the very beginning.  A very good place to start (name that movie!).

I don’t know what it’s like giving birth to a child and I sure as anything won’t be knowing any time soon.  I have never woken up in the middle of the night to soothe a crying baby.  My boobs don’t lactate or throb and I have a period every month.

I do know some stuff though. 

§  Don’t ever think a child of one will miss the left over dinner spilled on the floor.  He or she wouldn’t miss putting it in the mouth for anything.  Respectfully, an ominous one.

§  Fits and tantrums were invented by a two year old.  Don’t misunderstand their ingenious.  Respectfully, a terrible two.

§  When a child of the age of three just wakes up from a nap, don’t expect him or her to immediately rush to your arms (if you are not the parent).  It is nothing personal.   Respectfully, a thrifty three.

§  A child of four is just learning to say full sentences and tell you exactly what they think of your (wonderful) cooking.  They are not afraid to speak their mind.  Respectfully, a fearsome four.

§  Starting school and being on their own is what a five year old is best at.  Don’t let surprise catch up with you when he or she says he or she is ready to move out.  Respectfully, a funny five.

The ages I nanny end their.  But my knowledge of these wonderful little monsters will never cease to end.  Just like my dad loves to say, “In heaven, time is no matter of element.  There is no beginning or end.  Then how do we learn?  How will we always keep learning?  If God became a god the way we all will become gods, who was His God?  And His God before that? And before that?  And so on…?”  Thanks dad…for that never ending question that keeps me, Missionaries, and new Members on their toes!

FFN (Future Family Note)

Allow your children to teach YOU.  For if there is no learning on your part, how will you ever keep up with new and enhanced brains of today and future children?  Because yes, God has made them smarter than us.

The end.  The rewards.  Let’s just say that the reward comes in and of itself.

Here is the Menu Readers

(if I truly admit what I ate today, y’all would be ashamed of this so-called “chef”)

Breakfast – smoothie with mixed berries, milk, berry blast V8 juice, yogurt, and ice

Lunch – pb&j man! A classic.

Snack – zero, zilch, NONE!

Dinner – Mama’s Pizza (a real restaurant)

Dessert – hm. I skipped it today. Sad. But if I hadn’t it would have been vanilla ice cream!!

When Little sister becomes Big Sister

 baby k!

 notice how we are NOT looking at the camera? couldn't figure out how to take a picture..

Lovely Readers,

I cannot, in any words, describe to you what it feels like to be big amongst the little.  I mean this in many different ways:

1.     Age.  Tonight at the Mutual activity, all the girls were combined and they pampered little sisters.  My sister, baby k, is the baby sister so they allowed me to come join the festivities.  So, I was literally the oldest amongst all the girls – and all the little sisters. 

*Side Note:  The big sisters did our makeup, hair, and nails.  Some little girls looked gorgeous.  Others…well, teens like to pick on their siblings, am I right?*

2.     Maturity.  However much I may adore the girls, it is true that when it comes down to little groupies of peoples, I choose to hang with the leaders.  It’s clearly much easier to talk to them while the girlies talk boys, school, and gossip. 

Now let me clarify something.  No, I was not the tallest of any of the girlies by a long shot.  In fact, the only girls I was taller than were the little sisters – who were mostly eight and younger so…

I must admit, pampering is hard and I don’t like pampering myself.  But I love being pampered.

So I said I can’t describe in words, well what I really meant was that after 19 years of being the oldest, being the youngest tonight was a treat indeed.  Instead of being in charge, I watched the big sisters control the crowd.  Instead of worrying about the girls participating, I watched the leaders keep them involved by talking to them.  Nothing was my responsibility tonight.

Maybe that’s why parents get so stressed out…

FFN (Future Family Note)

Be understanding to a stressful day of stressed-out children.

Here is the Menu Readers

Breakfast                    Lunch                         Snack              Dinner                 Dessert   (:

Low-fat peach            BBQ Chicken              Popcorn          Shhh!              McD Cookie!

Yogurt                       roll-up with                                     (Chik-fil-a)

                                    Green sauce  

The Ugly Bug Ball

Undershirt: Modbe
Shirt: Target? i honestly don't remember
Jeans: def Kohls! they are stretchy and wonderful!
Shoes: Mothers American Eagle aka Payless
Neckace: Gifted
**notice my hair up in some and down in others. looked good when i took it down because i used a clip rather than a hairtie** 

So, i am similiar to Katri today in that i am not a total
fan of my pictures today. I def had fun manipulting them, except for i didn't do anything but make them brighter.
So my thoughts on these photos have led me to the song "The Ugly Bug Ball"
Pleeeeease tell me yove heard it before! Anyone??

I have one great thing for todays Terrific Tuesday but i dont wanna share it because i dont have pictures...i am going to get them tomorrow!

well ohwell.

Today i shared a song i created for the fourth grade class i work with. I re-wrote it to a Justin Beiber song - baby. they instantly loved it! Even the manly boys were singing along and dancin'!

Mrs. G got the Principal and VP and all the office people and they prformed the song for them. They want to make up a dance routine for it and go all out. Today was the first day they heard the song so tomorrow they might actually have something!

press play then try to sing along.

i promise it does all work

just practice!

Write It!

copyrighted 2011 Ms. G's 4th Grade Class

Oh whoa!

Oh whoa!



Oh whoa….




You know your intro,


And how it go.


What to put in there,


I know ya know.


You need at least five,


Good sentences.


And you could always add a, add a metaphor.






Start with an action,


Somethin’ cool.


Question, thought, or


Sound would rule!


Begin with dialogue (what someones sayin’)


My first real intro led to the main event


And I was like



Write it write it write, OH!


Like write it write it write it, YO!


Write it write it write, OH!


I know I’m gettin’ a four, four.


Write it write it write, OH!


Like write it write it write it, YO!


Write it write it write, OH!


I know I’m gettin’ a four, four.


The climax,


There’s tons of action.


Similies….senses,


An exclamation!


I give the setting


And now I’m letting


You read my story


Buy my story


Now here’s description


Thoughts and feelings


I’m leading to the conclusion of adventure.


Here’s the end end end end


And I just can’t believe, I’m almost done with this tale.


And I was like



Write it write it write, OH!


Like write it write it write it, YO!


Write it write it write, OH!


I know I’m gettin’ a four, four.



Write it write it write, OH!


Like write it write it write it, YO!


Write it write it write, OH!


I know I’m gettin’ a four, four.




MS. G!


When I was nine and ten


I wrote my first paper


And there was nothing that compared to my paper


It was so amazing to me if you read it you would agree.


Now your callin’ me crazy


But I was story-struck


I started gettin’ smelly


I needed a starbucks


Now the conclusion


So I decided on somethin’ not known before


Hit up a memory..


Are you feeling my feelings on what just happened?


I know I got you dazin’


Cause it was so amazin’


You know I aint playin’


So I’ll just keep on sayin’






Write it write it write, OH!


Like write it write it write it, YO!


Write it write it write, OH!


I know I’m gettin’ a four, four.






Write it write it write, OH!


Like write it write it write it, YO!


Write it write it write, OH!


I know I’m gettin’ a four, four.






Yeah, yeah, yeah


Yeah, yeah, yeah (that’s my intro)


Yeah, yeah, yeah,


Yeah, yeah, yeah (the main event)


Yeah, yeah, yeah,


Yeah, yeah, yeah (and conclusion)


Done done done


I’m done.


Kay so i wrote it, right? Yeah, they soooo have it down so much better than i do and i have been practicing ALL WEEKEND!

Mixed up: how hard was it for you to get up this morning?! seriously! it should have been so much easier but it was the hardest its been to wake up in a very long while.

Matched up: the kiddos faces as they sang my song! [: