Memoirs has Moved!

It’s possible that I will take the needed initiative to blog more often, now that I’ve made some changes.  Possible.

Welcome to Memoirs’ new home.  We have officially moved from Typepad to WordPress, which will be a fun, new change in scenery.  My blog’s original home was Xanga.  Right?  Remember that?

For years it has been called Memoirs of a Redhead, so you can now find me at  I’m kind of excited about that little change.

Not to mention, my fun, new picture. 😉

Doesn’t take much to make me smile…

It’s the little things.


One of the fun, new differences to my new teaching position, here in Alexandria, is that I put out 24, brand new sharpened pencils out on the desks this morning, and at the end of the day…they were all there still!

This is a landmark day that I may never forget (and if you've taught at any of my previous schools, you COMPLETELY understand this).  Never in my career, so far, has anything remotely close to this happened.  I've never had so many kids come to school prepared, let alone prepared on the first day of school.  And the kids that didn't come with pencils used my pencils, but didn't take them with them, and were responsible enough to put them back!  I giggled when I counted them at the end of the day.  It's just so…odd.

There were several moments of giggling today in addition to that.  When I only had to "kind of" redirect a slightly impulsive kid while walking in the hallway, that was awesome…and when only two kids came up to me without permission during homeroom to tell me something.  Everyone else raised their hands!  

I can see some of the challenges that I'll be facing, for sure, but it's unreal to see what a difference it is to be in different school settings.  I have (for the most part) loved my previous classroom experiences.  I have built some great relationships with students and parents that I will have for a very long time….with people that I have come to love dearly.  This experience is just new to me and I can see that I will have more giggly moments for the next couple months as I watch my little wonders in action:-)

A Day in the Life of…

…my roommate, Raylyn.

Here's her status update from this afternoon:

at work I had to change the toilet paper in the bathroom. A woman let me in. Instead of leaving while I changed the roll, she stood
behind me. Topless. In her 64 year-old nakedness. I then had to help her
put on a shirt because she didn't know how to put it on correctly. I
see this woman every DAY. Just another day in the life of your friendly neighborhood barista.


More than Bunnies

Happy Easter, everybody!  I am so grateful that I get to celebrate the real deal on Easter.  

Jesus is more than bunnies, eggs, chocolate bunnies, chocolate eggs, baskets, chicks and Peeps.  While I enjoy each of these things (although not this year…see previous post) I am so glad that Jesus means more to me than all of them.  

His sacrifice is more than just a lighthearted treat.  It was a deep, heavy sacrifice that He walked through. 

It was more than ham and pineapple stuffing…He became the Bread of Life.  

Jesus overcame death, not just for him, but for us too…which is even more than what I'll walk through when He heals all of my bodily ailments.  

He is these few, few things, and so much more.  

It's not just about randomly going to church this one time a year, but about serving Him everyday with our thoughts, our actions, our confession, our faith.  

The story of Jesus' life, death and resurrection is more than just a story.  It's a journey of God's physical being on earth…Him living life like us…only in a sinless fashion.

The beauty of the the cross is filled with pain and suffering.  It's filled with anguish and yet LIFE flowed gloriously.

Everything I once held dear, I count as loss…Lead me to the cross…Rid me of myself, I belong to You…

Lead Me to the Cross

Sad News

Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. 
Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours. 
Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was considered a very smart cookie, but wasted much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times, he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. 
Doughboy is survived by his wife, Play dough, three children: John Dough, Jane Dough and Dosey Dough.  He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart. 
The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes. 
If this made you smile for even a brief second, please rise to the occasion and take time to pass it on and share that smile with someone else who may be having a crumby day and kneads a lift. 

*Thanks to my mom who sent me this today…it was well "kneaded".  What a laugh.