Author amykoehn
For the First Time in Eight Years
…I will have the same job next year. I have progressed from editor, manager, substitute, computer teacher, parapro, third grade, first grade, second grade and now for the first time, I will remain in the same room, in the same building and teach the same grade level. Not only have I obviously made a significant change in my career path, but in the middle of all of that, we relocated back to the Midwest from the East Coast. As if that isn’t enough, I became a married woman this winter and a graduate student this spring.
A word to the Wise
Do not utter the words, “Every time I grab my thingy, it squirts me!” in earshot of The Mister. He might never recover from the laughing fit, even if you were just referencing your water bottle.
Addicted
Hello, my name is Eliza. I am an addict. I have been on Pinterest for four days and I can’t stop. With only four days left of school and nothing on the immediate horizon except grad school research papers (and who wants to do that when you could be Mod Podging you plastic shelving units?!) I have allowed myself to finally give in to the Pinterest craze.
I Stand Corrected
We could hear the music pouring from the gym as we walked down the hallway. But the time my second graders were lined up outside the gym waiting for the previous class to finish, they were all be-bopping along with the music. All, that is, but my line leader. He just stood with his arms crossed. To the delight of his peers behind him, I gently took hold of his arms and made him wave and jive to the rhythm of the music.
The Secret to a Happy Marriage
Christmas in May
Most of us celebrate Christmas in December. Some add an additional “Christmas in July” festivity to their calendar. But to me, Christmas, or at least the childish-anticipation-of-a-big-event part of Christmas, comes every spring. Today is my favorite day of the year. By a landslide. Today is planting day!!
Today I get to go to my little piece of heaven on earth, the nursery. I get to look at all the flowers in bloom, the sprouts of vegetables, the perennials. The color alone makes me praise God for His creation! The Mister had asked a few weeks ago how much money I needed for my spring trip and I had quickly rattled off a number. But as I have been working on my list over the past week, I realize I forgot about the window boxes, the planters by the garage, the deck plants…I had only given him the amount I spend on the garden itself. He will have sticker shock when he accompanies me to paradise today. But just like the child whose list for Santa is a bit long, I hope he says, “Yes, you can get it all”.
Every year I get giddier. I worked the first couple years on the front flower beds, and this year we have been watching all the perennials peek through, already looking beautiful! We have added things here and there and to watch the evolution of our landscape delights my soul. We both love sitting on the deck, talking about “what next”.
Today, my to do list is long. It will start with waking the neighbors too early because I promised myself I would mow the yard before heading to the nursery and I don’t want to wait one second more. Our day will end with a beverage on the deck, looking out over our home, our yard, our little mimic of Eden. I can’t say I won’t get a little teary eyed. The best part of my Christmas in Spring is that it isn’t over after just one day! Tomorrow I get to enjoy it all over again!
Happy Spring!!
Wow!
The Craving
I’ve told the story before, of how The Mister and I both lived in the same exact small town in Pennsylvania, only he moved there and I moved to Michigan. Sigh. Ships in the night. Anyway, it still strikes us from time to time when we get talking about Inge we miss or remember, and it turns out to be the same things!
Flash was off to PA for spring break with his dad and all The Mister and I could think about was how to get him to bring back some of the things we missed most. Dealing with a not-so-amused teenager, we quickly narrowed the list down. We had to threaten, somewhat jokingly, that we wouldn’t pick him up from the airport if he didn’t bring back our request.
Much to our delight, he humoresques us both (but not the passengers that had to smell hot papers the whole flight!) when he returned hippo me with two sub sandwiches from Wawa!
I’m not sure which we were happier to see, Flash, or lunch!









