On Friday I got the opportunity to observe in the second grade classroom at the school where I teach Kindergarten. During writing time, the students were asked to do an outline before they wrote their accordion paragraph.
One boy wrote about Teen Center. Some Friday nights a number of the teens run a "restaurant" that we call Hamburger Night. At hamburger night you can get all kinds of food and socialize with friends.
This little boy wrote something similar to this.
Topic: Teen Center
Teen Center is soooooo fun! You can get hamburgers and chips (that means fries for you Americans) and they are big. You can get milkshakes. They also have salads which may have caterpillars. The milkshakes are cold. You should go to teen center. It is the best!
His paragraph looked pretty similar to this. I read it and thought, "wow, what advertisement". This little guy is not even fazed that there are caterpillars in the lettuce, he probably thinks it's cool. But the fact that he just moved on and kept describing the milkshakes makes me think that it is just a normal thing to him!
haha....So come to Teen Center and there may be a caterpillar in the lettuce....but it's fun and yummy!
Gotta love kids!
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
A Proud Sister
My brother and I have many differences and have come a long way in our relationship since we were children. We have learned to listen, encourage, and support each other in many decisions we have made…especially over the past few years. I have come to see him as a godly man, dedicated manager, loving father and husband, and I have learned some important lessons from him. I am proud of my brother.
Over the past eight years my brother has worked hard to become an owner of a Chick-fil-A restaurant. In high school and college he worked many positions in Chick-fil-A’s in North Carolina and later felt like he could make this a career. Through prayers from friends and family members and encouragement he has come a long way.
I was proud to travel on this journey with him. I was thankful for the opportunities available to me to visit him at every store he managed, to help with his children while and his and wife worked together, and to get my “day of work” each year on Black Friday. I have seen my brother listen to his employees, work out difficult problems, take a store that is about to be closed and make it into something that other Chick-fil-A managers talk about over coffee.
When I was in the process of raising my support to move to Papua New Guinea I was realizing that I might not work in my brothers next store, if there was one. One day my brother called and asked if I could drive to Virginia from North Carolina to watch his two children for the day. He explained that he and his wife needed to go to an important meeting…one that might result in him being owner of this store. I recalled how I had felt right before he called, discouraged. I was making very little money and each day balancing between speaking arrangements and part time nanny jobs. I had just been informed that I was not needed to work on Wednesday but was needed the rest of the week. I told my brother yes I would be there and hung up the phone.
I am so thankful that I was not working that day so I could be there for my brother, like he had been there for me so many times. He was offered that store and has done some amazing things with it. It was almost as though God gave me this last experience with my brother and his store before I left to remind me that He has my brother and his future in his hands. A few days ago he was acknowledged at a seminar. He was 1 of 5 recognized in his region. Since we were not able to attend he sent us a video clip and some pictures of the event. When I heard my brother’s name called, tears rimmed my eyes. I am so proud of him. He has matured so much over the last few years and I was thankful that I could be there with him while he moved, transitioned, prayed, and worked hard. I hope that God continues to bless him and his family as they seek to do his will in whatever He puts before them.
Over the past eight years my brother has worked hard to become an owner of a Chick-fil-A restaurant. In high school and college he worked many positions in Chick-fil-A’s in North Carolina and later felt like he could make this a career. Through prayers from friends and family members and encouragement he has come a long way.
I was proud to travel on this journey with him. I was thankful for the opportunities available to me to visit him at every store he managed, to help with his children while and his and wife worked together, and to get my “day of work” each year on Black Friday. I have seen my brother listen to his employees, work out difficult problems, take a store that is about to be closed and make it into something that other Chick-fil-A managers talk about over coffee.
When I was in the process of raising my support to move to Papua New Guinea I was realizing that I might not work in my brothers next store, if there was one. One day my brother called and asked if I could drive to Virginia from North Carolina to watch his two children for the day. He explained that he and his wife needed to go to an important meeting…one that might result in him being owner of this store. I recalled how I had felt right before he called, discouraged. I was making very little money and each day balancing between speaking arrangements and part time nanny jobs. I had just been informed that I was not needed to work on Wednesday but was needed the rest of the week. I told my brother yes I would be there and hung up the phone.
I am so thankful that I was not working that day so I could be there for my brother, like he had been there for me so many times. He was offered that store and has done some amazing things with it. It was almost as though God gave me this last experience with my brother and his store before I left to remind me that He has my brother and his future in his hands. A few days ago he was acknowledged at a seminar. He was 1 of 5 recognized in his region. Since we were not able to attend he sent us a video clip and some pictures of the event. When I heard my brother’s name called, tears rimmed my eyes. I am so proud of him. He has matured so much over the last few years and I was thankful that I could be there with him while he moved, transitioned, prayed, and worked hard. I hope that God continues to bless him and his family as they seek to do his will in whatever He puts before them.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
freezing flour
Woke up this morning with the intent to make yeast rolls. I am having guests over for lunch after church today and wanted to get a head start on them since they take so long to rise. I used up my four and realized i had not put the new pack in the freezer. Not quite knowing why we put flour in the freezer, I began to open the bag. Cutting the red twine that held it together I kept seeing little black bugs. When the bag was completely opened I noticed along with the black bugs were little tan worm looking creatures. Appetizing huh!
Hmmm...maybe this is why we put flour in the freezer!
I decided my baking was going to take a little more work. I pulled out the sifter and got to work removing my little friends from my white flour. A little discussed, I sifted and dumped them in the sink. Some, however, remained. Deciding that they would be cooked in the oven...I moved on to finish baking my bread.
All this to say...be thankful you don't have to freeze EVERYTHING and look before you eat!
Hmmm...maybe this is why we put flour in the freezer!
I decided my baking was going to take a little more work. I pulled out the sifter and got to work removing my little friends from my white flour. A little discussed, I sifted and dumped them in the sink. Some, however, remained. Deciding that they would be cooked in the oven...I moved on to finish baking my bread.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Pride in the New
Okay, well, my computer is not allowing me to post my picture so let's use our imagination. Imagine that you just brought home four brand new shirts. They're not anything fancy, no frills or sparkles, just nice shirts. Do you see them? They are black, dark blue, sky blue, and light pink.
Brand new shirts. My sister brought them for me when she returned from Australia. They are so beautiful! Okay, they may look like just shirts to you but to me this is what they look like:
- bright colors no fades
- no bleach stains from soaking veggies
- they fit, they havent' stretched
- their elastic works
- no pit stains
- they are thick and I don't have to wear a tank top underneath
Oh the joys of having new clothes!
When I first got here I got my shipment with many new clothes I had purchased. They were so beautiful compared to my clothes I had worn day after day in the village during my training. I put my new clothes on and felt clean! I thought then that I would put some clothes away and save them for a year or so and then have new clothes later. I did this for jeans and other items but I have changed my mind. If I get a hold of something new, I'm wearing it!
I remember I would walk around center and people would know I had new clothes. They can tell...just like I can!
So any time a new person comes fresh from their home country or someone gets new clothes, well all look. It's not becuase we're rude...we are simply admiring what read colors and clothes look like. Give us a break, it's been a while!
Yeay for new shirts!
Brand new shirts. My sister brought them for me when she returned from Australia. They are so beautiful! Okay, they may look like just shirts to you but to me this is what they look like:
- bright colors no fades
- no bleach stains from soaking veggies
- they fit, they havent' stretched
- their elastic works
- no pit stains
- they are thick and I don't have to wear a tank top underneath
Oh the joys of having new clothes!
When I first got here I got my shipment with many new clothes I had purchased. They were so beautiful compared to my clothes I had worn day after day in the village during my training. I put my new clothes on and felt clean! I thought then that I would put some clothes away and save them for a year or so and then have new clothes later. I did this for jeans and other items but I have changed my mind. If I get a hold of something new, I'm wearing it!
I remember I would walk around center and people would know I had new clothes. They can tell...just like I can!
So any time a new person comes fresh from their home country or someone gets new clothes, well all look. It's not becuase we're rude...we are simply admiring what read colors and clothes look like. Give us a break, it's been a while!
Yeay for new shirts!
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