Thursday, July 29, 2010

Finishing Baby Joey's Quilt

. . . before you grow up, Kid! :)




You. are. Loved.

Aubrey

A bite for everyone! :)

I'm on my way to work to share Martha Stewart's Icebox Cake (graham crackers, a sort of chocolate ganache and bananas) that Brin inspired me to try! A bite is really enough.



chilled. sugar. share.

Friday, July 23, 2010

Today's Cleaning Playlist

If there are suds involved, it might as well be a party. :)


I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) The Proclaimers
Killer Queen Queen: Greatest Hits
Simply Irresistible Robert Palmer
Ain't Nothing Wrong With That Robert Randolph & The Family Band
Back In Black AC/DC
Life In a Northern Town (Dance Remix) Sunset Boulevard
Cantaloop (Flip Fantasia) Us3
XXX's and OOO's (An American Girl) Trisha Yearwood
And It Stoned Me Van Morrison
There's Your Trouble Dixie Chicks
Just Like Heaven The Cure
Some Kind Of Wonderful Grand Funk
Magical House Cleaning / Blue or Pink (Score) George Bruns Mr. Tambourine Man The Byrds
Take On Me a-ha
Lovely Day Bill Withers

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Jimmy Carter was a Peanut Farmer

. . . and he had solar panels installed on the roof of the White House.

Ronald Reagan had them taken down.

Guess what three companies are top givers to politicians and political parties?
60 million --Exxon Mobile (profits of 40 billion dollars per year)
40 million --Chevron/Texaco
30 million --BP

Iraq has the second largest oil reserves in the world. Why are our troops there again? Military expenditures in the form of LIVES and MONEY to protect the lining of some pretty fancy pockets. Ladies and Gents in the oil business, you should be ashamed of yourselves. Then again, my Toyota runs on oil. Shame on me.

The U.S. has 2% of the world's oil resources. How much of those reserves are under in the Gulf?

Who really owns this country? . . . Interesting how politicians sponsored to powerful places have oil running in their veins (Dick Cheney, G.W., Palin, etc.).

Baby, it's time for some honesty and some alternate fuel sources.

Out of Oil. Big Britches. Energy "Task Force".

Thursday, July 15, 2010

A Draft of a Declaration

A shell of a ship sits in a shop
Gutted
No sails taking wind,
No prow cutting surf,
The planks recall yells of yesterday's port
Whispers now

A jewel setting gathers dust on the desk
Empty
No sparkle glimmering facets,
No clasp holding treasure,
The gold reflects yesterday's light
Gone now

Lord, I came to know you in second grade. You gave me joy--even then. Even that young, I felt you change my hear as clearly as I would a warm squeeze.

That joy developed and got deeper as the years passed. People used to remark about how often I smiled. They thought it had something to do with me.

I started to believe it did, too.

They say a fade happens slowly, and it's true. Something about my response to my traffic ticket the other day made me look hard at my hardenend heart.

Any joy I've ever had . . .
Any smile on my face . . .
Any inspiration I've felt . . .
love shared
beauty observed

Has been only and utterly because of Christ.
How could I ever think I had anything to do with that?

So, tonight I've had this glimpse of my angry, prideful, bitter self.

That is who I am.

The whole gift of Christ, though, is that He has given me more. He replaced that bitter girl with an inspired joyful woman ... just over twenty years ago.

I want that back. I want a life surrendered to God. I want the purity of a child biking around the neighborhood ... wondering what God will do next.

Lord, thank you for my ticket. Keep killing my pride and calling me back to you -- whatever it takes.

I want to glorify you -- whatever it takes.

Love.

Aubrey

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Random Summer





Overflowing with Classroom Projects!

So, I have some good ideas for fixing up my classroom for the upcoming year, but it's always more fun to spend less money! :P Well, almost always.

Project One
Picture Frames.
I put these together using moulding, a miter box, wood glue, a corner clamp, some paint, and a lot of muscle, baby! I think they turned out pretty cute! I'm going to use them to display pictures I take of students throughout the year.



Updates on my other projects when I have more to show! :)

Dear Officer Bent

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

4:45 p.m.


Dear Officer Bent,

I learned to drive on gravel roads. Where I come from, the road generally isn't wide enough for two cars, wise drivers watch for stray cows and meandering tractors, and people wave at one another with two fingers. In my experience, getting pulled over in a small town is a professional exchange. Officers are polite and to-the-point.

When I moved to Atlanta, I was shocked at the local attitude toward law enforcement. When Kathryn Johnston, the 80-something Georgia-Tech-neighborhood dweller was killed in a faulty drug bust, I was waiting tables and heard the public flack. I actually defended the law-enforcement vocation. What a tough job--ladies and gentlemen risking their lives to keep the streets safe.

Soon after the drug bust talk died down, there was a huge drama in the parking lot at the restaurant where I worked. After breaking half a dozen car windows and stealing items, a man pulled a gun. A few things of mine, including my wallet, were stolen. Some officers actually found my stolen wallet in a ditch and drove to the restaurant to return it. One Point: JUSTICE and SERVANTHOOD!

A few years later, I moved to the Norcross area and was working out in John's Creek. I got pulled over (rightfully) and experienced my first taste of Atlanta's Finest. After writing the citation, the officer informed me he could follow me home and give me a ticket every single day if he wanted to. I felt absolutely bullied and unsafe. I was alone in the car. I had just worked out. It was late at night. Was it really necessary to speak to me that way? One Point: UNPROFESSIONAL BULLIES!

You pulled me over this afternoon saying I pulled into an emergency lane and almost struck a van "who was waiting to do the right thing." Most days, I'm the one who is waiting while other drivers move right before the white lines dictate it's allowable. Today, I was the idiot who didn't see the cop camped on the corner. Today, I was the idiot hurrying home to make picture frames for my classroom. I did not "almost strike" the van. The van had been in the position to move right for at least 30-seconds and hadn't. I understand you're just doing your job. I know times are tough. In south Georgia, the State is about to put convicts to work maintaining school grounds. Convicts. In schools. I know times are tough.

I know it's hot out. I know you have a job to do. I know what it's like to work in a business where you interact with seas of faces, books of names, and snapshots of situations that play over and over.

I don't know where you're from, what's important to you, or what music you listen to on days off. What I do know is that I would have appreciated a "hello" before you wrote the ticket. I would have appreciated a "good afternoon" so I knew when I could drive away. I am a person, not just your paycheck. My name is Aubrey. My eyes are GRN, not BLU, and I'm a public servant, too. I believe that no job is so important and no uniform is so blue black that it gives the wearer the right to rudeness. Though I know there are plenty officers like the Bully I mentioned above, I hope there are more out there who don't use their position as an excuse to be flagrantly unprofessional.

I got into the "right lane" before the white lines officially allowed it. I'm a damn criminal. My crime will cost me $300 bucks and my summer plans.

Thank you, Officer, for keeping the streets safe for us all.

Aubrey
Eyes
GRN