at home party... |
tailgating... |
using the restroom at a game...i'm sorry, if you wear one of these into a public restroom, i'm afraid you're asking to get beat up. |
yesterday, while i was looking through my cd covers for the best of handel, i found this one with 1 of the 2 cds in it. the other is in the player by my bed-i fall asleep to the sound of ocean waves, it's true.
bringing the ocean vacation to work with me-i need the soothing break! |
once when i lived in kansas city, i didn't have the ocean waves cd (i may have left it in iowa or something) but i thought i would get some other soothing nature sounds. i found a cd at a half price books of dessert winds. we had returned from a visit to white sands and dune jumping, where we'd had a blast, so i figured this would be just the thing! only when i put the cd in, i listened for a bit and then out of nowhere, it sounded like screeching and screaming (i must've missed the subtitle howling winds) needless to say it was anything but relaxing. it was more like something you'd hear in the background of a haunted house!
i was thinking about something that someone said just the other day. most of the time we don't remember one special thing that our best teachers said to us, we remember the essence of the good teacher and the feeling that we had in their class. oh, we can remember the bad teachers and the mean things they said. i won't rat out any of the bad teachers, but i do remember 2 teachers specifically. ms. kundert and mrs. van horn from 3rd grade in brodhead, wi. they really made us feel like we were pretty special.
i wrote a letter in hopes that ms. kundert was still working there at the school so many years later and to my surprise, i got a letter back and was fortunate to communicate with my former teacher, and i had a wonderful opportunity to go back to brodhead while i was working for the airlines and see ms. kundert, who had actually since gotten married and had become mrs. lokrantz. i just wanted to make sure that she knew she had made an impact on me so many years ago just by being nice. mrs. van horn had since moved, but mr. reimer, the music teacher(remember him? the one with the ghost and the guitar teacher) was still there and he remembered my dad was a pastor without any prompting. (that's a good teacher) it was something to see all of the changes that had happened since i was there!
let people know how special they are when you have a chance, because you never know if you'll pass that way again!
julie
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