I am an artist & teacher with a ❤ for visual expression, educational methodology, homesteading, & Jesus. My geek-love is The Joshua and we have three peanut-butters: Caleb, Jack, & Louritta.

Baby Messengers that Deserve to be Kicked

09/28/2003

For some strange reason, during the past week I’ve had several “messengers” sent on behalf of others to ask me if Josh and I were planning on having a baby any time soon. Strange that it’s been all of a sudden. Maybe it’s because we’re nearing the one year anniversary of our second miscarriage.
Well, the official answer is no. Not trying. So, stop asking. It’s becoming a bit painful for me to have to rediscuss this issue with people. Basically, we’re just paying debts, living in California, and doing other things. Things like working too much and learning the cello. Things that seem very empty at times…but I guess these are the things I’m supposed to be doing right now for some reason. Not sure why. Just doing them.
When will we have children then? Not sure. Kind of trying to not care so much about the subject and pretend that I’m only fifteen years old and don’t see childrearing as a topic for several years down the road. Like I said before, I haven’t worked quite enough yet and I still suck at playing the cello. So, let’s do one thing at a time.
And stop asking. And kick people who do ask. I’d kind of rather not speak on the subject. Especially to stupid people who don’t know me or my situation well enough to really need to ask. And, if you really do need to ask for some reason, then talk to Josh. He’s a little more emotionally solid on the topic. And, he can censor things that might be too painful for me.
If you want to talk to me about something…maybe ask me how the cello is going or what kind of dog I want to get next or how work is going or what the weather is like…something along those lines. That I can handle. Babies…not so much.

Sometimes You Stop

09/25/2003

Sometimes you stop for a moment and look at your life as if you were looking down on yourself from above. You stop and ask, “What the heck am I doing?” And you reassess to see if your life is going the way you’d like it to go. Then you rephrase the question (because you always ask the selfish question first) and wonder if you’re going the direction God would like you to go.
Sometimes when I stop I feel extreme pain. I think it’s the pain of feeling separated from God. Of knowing that this earth is not my home and that I really belong someplace else…someplace closer to God.
I think it’s more extreme now that I’ve been away from my earthly home for awhile. Not only do I yearn to be with God, but I yearn to be with my family and friends. And I feel as though nothing I can do will bring me to either place. And I feel no comfort.
So I ask God to protect me. And to put his arms around me. And to lift this cloud of lonliness from me. And to send me something that gives me joy. And something to lift the pain. And maybe, if He’s willing, to let me go home.

Purple Perspectives of the World

09/23/2003

Well, now that I’ve had a couple of days with purple hair, I’ve noticed some interesting things. One is that I forget that I have purple hair and wonder why people are staring at me, only to remember – Duh! – that I have purple hair.
I was hit on by another woman today. Not sure if it’s a purple hair thing or a bay area thing…probably both. She was kind of nervous and said she loved my hair and that I had beautiful eyes and do I live around here? Not really knowing what to do, I kind of said, “Well…see you around,” and left. Strange.
I’ve also noticed the whispers that follow me as though they were my shadow. Mumbles of “purple…mumble mumble…hair…mumble…who is that?…mumble…looks cool…punk rocker….mumble” Again, strange.
Josh even told me that he kind of thinks I should keep it purple because he likes to see how people react to me. It makes a simple evening interesting. He thinks that my articulate, bright-eyed nature shocks people who assume I’m into goth. It’s good to know that I can not only be a good wife for Josh, but also excel in my role as a social experiment.
And the funny part is, I’m one of the most politically conservative people I know. I have purple hair, my husband is bald and drives a VW, he works for Apple, I’m a school teacher and an artist, and I’m a representative of the California teacher’s union. Shouldn’t I be as liberal as they come? Appearances aren’t everything….
Oh, and I can’t wait to be blonde again. Better that people think I’m an airhead than a gothic liberal punk rocker.

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Gentlemen, Place Your Bets

09/21/2003

It all started when our school was having a magazine drive.
Students were supposed to sell magazines to win cool prizes. The money basically funds all student activities such as dances, spirit days, and the like. Each homeroom competes with the others to be the top sellers and recipient of a pizza party and book worm. The sales lasted three weeks.
By the end of the second week, my class was either in last place or darn near close to it. We had, out of 36 students, sold only three magazines. It was a sad time. And, to be honest, I was a bit embarrassed to show my face around campus knowing that my class bit the dust on this one. If there were no dances this year, it would be partially our fault.
So, I decided to fan the flame a bit. Three days before the last turn in was due, I told my class that anyone who sold the individual goal of 9 magazine orders would get a free 10 point assignment in my class. Anyone who went to town and sold 50 or more would get me to do the “I’m not worthy” feet kissing thing in front of the whole class. This intrigued them…and they prodded me further. “What if we get first place Mrs. Lewis???” Well, let’s just say that I highly doubted that they would get to first place in three days. So, I placed a bet with them.
The final day came when they announced the top selling classes. My class was very anxious to hear the results. And I was very nervous about the bet I had placed with them three days earlier. The announcer came over the loud speaker and announced the third place class…the second place class…then the first place class…and…well….

What kind of dog?

09/17/2003

I’m not going to get another dog anytime soon. But, as soon as Josh and I get a house, I want to get another furry pal to train and play with. My dilemma is that I can’t decide what kind I want. There are so many breeds I want to own sometime before I die…and the animals live so darn long. These are the ones I’d like to own in my lifetime:
Bichon Frise
Boxer
Old English Bulldog
Cavalier King Charles Spaniel
Great Dane
Italian Greyhound
Komondor
Tibetan Terrier
Welsh Terrier
Wire Fox Terrier
Yes, it’s a lot. But I’m a dog fan. The question is this…which one is next?

Birllaint

09/15/2003

Josh sent this to me. I read it very easily. Kind of blew my mind.

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I’m a moron – please tell me who to vote for…

09/15/2003

Well, I volunteered to be a representative of my school for the CEA (California Education Association). I’m usually not a union person. The only reason I’m pro-union in public schools is because we work for a monopoly (the government) which usually means that we and the people we serve get smashed by policy makers who don’t know what it’s like in schools. I wouldn’t be pro-union if schools were all owned and operated by private companies…in which case teacher/student rights would more or less regulate themselves.
But that’s not what I wanted to discuss today.
I got a flyer in my box today from the CEA that basically said how I am supposed to vote in the upcoming election. Yes, you heard me correctly. I’m supposed to vote no on the recall, and Bustamante for governor. It also said that the recall was put into effect by “right-wing extremists” and, for some reason, I am supposed to fear them and do all that is in my power to keep the freaks down. Between the lines, I read this from the flyer: “You are a moron. You are incapable of thinking intelligently. We are smarter than you. Therefore, rather than sharing with you rational, non-biased information, we are just going to tell you how to vote.”
Sad part is…some of the people that I work said at lunch today that they are voting no/Bustamante because “that’s what the CEA recommends.” I think I choked on my steak.
See, in my own special happy world, I believe that people can recognize bias. I believe that people want to hear clear arguments free from political jargon crap (and hope that they would recognize jargon when they saw it). I believe that people want to weigh the pros and cons of each candidate and make a decision based on the facts that they know.
Boy was I wrong.
I find it amusing that the CEA, an organization that supports teachers, uses such biased talk and jargon to make their points in their flyers. Aren’t teachers supposed to be smarter than this? If I was a language arts teacher, Ithink I would use their flyer to teach my students how to recognize generalizations, emotional jargon, bias, and scare tactics. It would really be a great example. Even if I was a left-winger, I’d still be offended by this flyer because it assumes that I am a moron incapable of making an intelligent decision.
See, I research candidates. I listen to their interviews (I try to catch all of the major candidates). I comb their websites for information. I watch their debates on T.V. I try to gather all of the information so I can make an intelligent decision. Then, on voting day, I stand in line and vote. I exercise my democratic right. And, the older I get, the more I start to notice that the voting places are desolate places free from anyone else under sixty years of age. I also realize that people carry things with them into the voting booth like the CEA bulletin that tells you who to vote for.’
Sad part is…I’m not the only one who has been noticing this. I consider it to be one of the worst plagues that has hit this country. A plague that results in the breakdown of the mind. What is it about the human mind that, even though it lives in a so-called free country, still allows others to sway it with cheap arguments and marketing tricks? Do people really want to be told how to vote??? Are we really that lazy???

Soon I will be rich…

09/12/2003

I have received several e-mails recently claiming to be some Nigerian royalty who “got my name from a friend” as someone who might be willing to help their company with millions of dollars. I can get rich quick! All I have to do is open an account that they can transfer their money into. Then they’ll compensate me with $8.3 million. Wow. Sounds so easy.
And the e-mail also says “This is 100% safe.” I’m sure it is.
WHO THE HECK WOULD LISTEN TO AN E-MAIL SENT TO THEM BY A RANDOM PERSON??????? Is there anyone out there who got this e-mail and was like, “Sweet…” as they pick up the phone and call Citibank? It’s probably some freaky terrorist group that’s going to use the account for freaky terrorist things with your name all over it. Either that, or it really is legit and someone needs some serious help on how to advertise for investors. Funny thought, “Hmmm…I have millions of dollars and need help investing it. I know! I think I’ll look for some random trustworthy people over the internet!” Ahhh…the internet. The only place where a 13 year old girl is really a lonely, balding, old, hairy man.
I guess I’m not alone in this. Josh sent me a Penny Arcade link that lends some laughingness to this whole scheme.
How about this… if Gary Coleman wins the CA Governor election, I’ll actually invest in the freaky Nigerian scheme. Why not? The world is ending anyway. I might as well add a little bit of drama to my final days.

I’m so proud of California (Did that sound sarcastic?)

09/12/2003

If you haven’t already, I’ve found that it’s extremely entertaining to learn about all of the people running for governor in California. Here is a site that lists all of the candidates and directs you to their websites, where you can learn about all of their brilliant ways to save our decrepit state.
My personal favorites include the marajuana legalization attorney & the gay rights attorney. They are real winners. I’ve found that most of the candidates don’t even want to win (and they will state this on their pages). They are just using a governor campaign to push for their issues or just to say “Look at me! I’m gay and I can run for governor! YAY!”
And I thought the world was going to end when Jesse Ventura won in Minnesota. At least the man had a stinking platform.
Oh, and the interesting part about learning about these charcters…I mean candidates…is that the fact that they are running for governor is funny and true. Scary…but strangely entertaining…but still scary.

Election Speeches, Now Just 3 Words!

09/12/2003

Yesterday I had the pleasure of escorting a class to the student cabinet election speeches. Middleschool students whose big desire it is to be in the cabinet (a.k.a. set up for dances and plan spirit days), stood in front of the student body and shared why they should be elected to cabinet. Just over 20 kids ran for cabinet. Which also means that I got to listen to just over 20 speeches in a crowded hot room. Not to mention that our sound system is crap for crap, meaning I couldn’t hear what half the kids had to say anyway.
Oh, and all of the speeches (except for a select few) were essentially the same. Blah blah blah. Other candidates will promise you things they can’t give. Blah blah blah. But I won’t lie to you. Blah blah blah. I’ll help plan more cooler dances and spirit days. Blah blah blah. Vote for me! YAY! *mild clapping from student body*
I have a plan that will help this long boring speech time. No, it does not include giving the candidates better training on how to write a speech or how to use a microphone. No, it doesn’t go over poise, campaign management, or winning popularity. It is this: each candidate can say three words. That’s it. Just three. And they (obviously) must be very wisely chosen words. For example, “Vote for me.” This probably isn’t the best choice since it doesn’t specify who to vote for. Here are a few ideas that Josh and I thought were winners:
“Sincerity, Integrity, Dedication.”
“Sarah for President”
“Money for votes.”
“Joe gives cookies.”
See? Then each candidate could get up, say their three words, then the next candidate could speak. We’d be out of there in 20 minutes tops! (We need about 15 minutes to seat and dismiss the students) Perhaps the California Governor candidates could learn a bit from my fine thoughts.

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