Friends come in all different shapes, shades, and ages. Some come and go, some stay for a season, and some just put up with your …and stick around for the long run. Some friends are there for you ALL the time while others are there at their convenience.  It took me awhile to realize it… but I have the greatest group by my side. I see many of my friends on a daily basis, others… a few months at a time.  Always good to take a moment to acknowledge your friends and thank them for being by your side. I don’t have the largest group of friends. Friends that come from every walk of life. Take time to acknowledge and thank your friends for simply being by your side.



Shut Up Tupac

Monday was our day to enjoy Vegas. I woke up well rested after our long drive to Cali and ready to enjoy Las Vegas before our friends would begin to arrive. We grabbed our sugary drinks and headed to our first stop…food. As many of you may know, there’s always something interesting to see on the Las Vegas Strip. From Olaf to a very tall awkwardly shaped Minnie Mouse, every impersonation of a character that you could possibly think of was well-represented. We were having a great time laughing, taking pictures, and hotel hopping. There is one thing I love about Las Vegas… It gives people the freedom to be whoever they want to be whether that’s long term or temporary. Everything was going great until we met Tupac. A man dressed as Tupac standing on the corner of where Tupac Shakur was killed was yelling at us from a distance. I could not make sense of what he was saying until we got closer. Finally, I was able to hear what he was saying and I was not pleased with it. He was continuously  repeating ” that relationship needs some color.” A few people looked at us and snickered while others completely ignored his racists comment. I held Ed’s hand tight and my purse tighter… ( thinking to myself, I would hate for my purse to accidentally hit him across his face). Las Vegas is this great place where everyone is allowed to be free and who they are ( or want to be), but you would be surprised at how many people are still against interracial relationships (not just in Vegas).  There were a few other comments that took place on the strip, but we did not let that get to us. We continued to hold hands, laugh, and enjoy our sugary beverages. Besides, Monday was our day to enjoy Vegas. 

Ford Mustang….

Yesterday was such an amazing day. We started at approximately 7 a.m. and did not return until 1 a.m. Our goal was to Explore a few places in California and then officially begin our party in Vegas. Our first stop was Laguna Beach. Boy, was it a beautiful sight to see! From The Amazing beach scene to the Happy People, Laguna Beach is everything that I had thought it would be. We enjoyed a quick lunch oceanside at La Bristas and set off to our next destination. We then drove to Hollywood. We let the top back on the Mustang and began our journey. About two minutes into our drive, this beautiful grey bird with a brightly colored orange and pink beak came out of nowhere. It was actually flying pretty low. I remember making eye contact with the bird before the bird ran into the Mustang windshield….yes the bird ran into the windshield. The bird’s poor little wing hit the Ford sign and through the rearview mirror all I could see was the birds feathers flying all over the expressway. R.I.P. little birdie. I pulled over for a moment, pulled the top back up, and continued the journey. We finally made it to the Hollywood sign. Our intentions were to hike to the top, but due to parking restrictions, we didn’t make it. We did enjoy winding up the hill and looking at all of the beautiful houses. We even thought about visiting an open house just to have a midday snack. Finally, we set off to enjoy Hollywood Boulevard and Rodeo drive. I had made reservations at Sur, but after such a long day we did not feel as though we were dressed appropriately enough to dine with stars. We settled for an amazing 24 hour diner called 25 Degrees. Hollywood Boulevard was our least favorite place. All of the stars on the ground were dirty, there were people everywhere performing and asking for money, and it smelled bad. Nothing like what it had look like on TV. At one moment, I was holding on to my purse so tightly that the emblem imprint was on my hand. After a short dinner, we jumped back into the  Ford Mustang and began our four and a half hour drive back to Las Vegas Nevada. Aurora, I love California. I’m glad that I got to visit other areas this time around. Hoping to finish my California tour this year.


I remember my first flight like it was yesterday. My ears popping, anxiety building,  awful thoughts running through my head… I second guessed everything.  Finally,  the plane landed.  It was all over.  I made it. Since then,  I have flown all over.  It is definitely one of my favorite things to do.  
I gently sneak my seat back before the announcement is made, pop my headphones in, and fall into a happy place. 

I’m In my happy place.


That Face

I have a resting *B* face that I don’t believe I’ll be getting rid of anytime soon.  As a matter of fact,  many of my friends, coworkers, and family members have that face too.Often,  a resting *B* face can be misconstrued by people who may not know you. Yesterday, I had a resting *B* face and didn’t realize it until I went into the bathroom for the first time. Honestly,  there were many things that I didn’t realize including the oily makeup and static ridden hair. I wondered why some people had looked right past me…it was the face. After looking in the mirror, I immediately smiled,wiped the oil from my face, and watered my hair (literally). I really had so much running through my mind that I did not take the time to acknowledge the look that may have been stuck on my face.

I think that you begin to understand the faces of others when you actually take time to get to know the person behind the face. Next time you see someone with a twisted face or one eyebrow up. Make sure that you take the time to speak to them. You never know what may be running through their mind or what type of day they are having.  


Bucket List


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I am adding two new activities to my bucket list. For some odd reason, these two activities made me think of women empowerment and Rosie the Riveter… Longboarding and Roller Derby.

A few weeks ago, I was watching trash T.V. and I noticed a woman pull out her Longboard to relieve some stress. I was totally engrossed in her skateboarding skills. Skateboarding is something that I have tried to stay away from. I don’t like falling, scabs, broken bones, etc. For once, I don’t care. So what if I fall a couple of times (indoors). Wait! Did I mention that I was going to try this indoors first? I just ordered my Longboard and did not order a helmet…reason being that this will begin as an indoor sport. When I get good at the basics I’ll take it outside and invest in a really protective helmet and kneepads.

Roller Derby girls are just amazing. I watched a group of housewives participate in this sport (trash T.V.) and I knew that it was something that I wanted to try. I already have skates and would need the additional equipment. After looking this sport up I realized that there is a team in Chicago called the Windy City Rollers. The ladies on the site look pretty intense. On the other hand, maybe I’ll just go watch a meet first and then decide my fate.

Happy Spring Break!


SOL 17 Classroom Slice

 slice-of-life_class  My parents  

My parents mean the world to me

I am as happy as I can be

You make me feel happy when I’m sad

You make me happy when I feel bad

Without you there is no me

Without you I wouldn’t believe

Without you I’ll be sad as can be

You are the best in the world

You give me a twirl

You are a sparkling bay

Happy proposal day

Victoria 1-24-17  

Love you mom and dad

Happy proposal day!!!


workshopHow do you encourage writing outside of the classroom?

Growing up, I loved both reading and writing. Reading allowed me to become someone else while writing allowed me to decide how the story would end. When it came to reading, I did not have many choices. My great-grandmother was not very proficient in English and struggled with helping my sister and I with homework assignments. She tried her best to read, but would often resort to having my sister or I read written notices to her. I did not have a library. Instead, I had my basal that came home 5 days a week. I would sit and read the stories that we had covered in class and move on to the stories that were coming. I remember begging my teacher to let me move on to the next book in our sequence. Of course, she would let me. She even gave me a latter basal and workbook to complete at home. I loved the writing prompts and would often assign them to my sister when we would play school.

Later, I moved on to general writing. I would write poems, love letters (of course), and diary entries. Diary entries were my favorite. I would often take those entries and turn them into mysteries…especially after becoming hooked on those old time T.V. classics (Reading Rainbow and Ghost Writer). Every Friday night, I would stand in front of my great-grand and her company and read my stories to them…followed by jokes, singing, and acting. Every Friday, my great-grand would say how proud she was of me.

This year, I have been blessed with 30 amazing kids. Out of the 30, 5 write at home faithfully. As for the other 25, I wish they knew the power of both reading and writing. At the same time, this is their generation. In this generation, texting and sending messages via social media are forms of writing. I am not going to force kids to write at home, but I will continue to encourage it.