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The Teacher's Pets

Saturday, August 27, 2011

This is little Emmitt. Emmitt is a parotlet, the smallest domestic parrot there is. They are actually related to the huge Amazon parrots. Emmitt is around 7 years old. I've had him since he was a bald baby chick, with a huge head, dominated by beak, and a scrawny, wrinkled neck. A sight only a mother, or a parrot lover, could love. Emmitt is a total character. he's very playful and talkative. He talks 'bird', but he also talks 'human' in a tiny, high pitched voice. His vocabulary includes, 'pretty bird', and 'what's up?' He loves to play with his spinning mirror and slinky and enjoys a bath in a lettuce leaf. Parrotlets are sometimes called 'the little clowns of the parrot world', and Emmitt lives up to that reputation.

Stella enjoyed helping me get the classroom ready at the school work bee today. She would have been content just to ride in the car - she loves just cruisin'! But when she arrived at school and discovered there were children there, she just about fell all over herself and them with excitement. I have mentioned before that she was literally raised in the classroom, and all of the children are her peeps - without a doubt.

Stella loves people and other animals, but she does have a high prey drive. While she would never hurt one of the kitties, she is highly entertained by chasing them. Luna, who is Stella's match in feistiness really doesn't care too much about that one way or the other.

Stella: See my kitty? See my kitty???

Luna (sarcastically): Whoop-di-doo

Vash, on the other hand, does not like or trust Stella at all. When he met her, he hissed loudly and with lightening speed, smacked Stella's face with unvelveted claws.

Little does he know that he now has Stella completely cowed. She won't go through a doorway if Vash is in or near it.

Sometimes, we CAN all get along.

If I can twist Mike's arm hard enough, I may get another dog. When I was at the blues fest this afternoon, a friend had a papillon that she is fostering until she finds a home for him, or decides to keep him. She is fostering him after the vet rescued him. The papillon (Mr. T - of all the funniest names for a papillon) had been sprayed with Raid, and then doused with gasoline to get rid of his fleas; along with that he has been badly malnourished. He is so hungry for affection. Poor little guy stayed snuggled up in my lap. Stella did really well with him. I didn't get a photo of him to post because I didn't have my camera with me.

I am sad to report that my chicken flock had a couple of very bad experiences. The baby chick and two of the hens got caught by foxes, I think. Then a raccoon managed to get inside the coop and killed Lucy, my wonderful, ditzy red hen. We now have only two barred rocks, Eleanore and Nora, and the black australorp, Myrtle. They are doing very well, fat, healthy, and happy. We have fixed the coop so the raccoons can't get in, so at least we know they are safe at night, once they go back into their coop. As you can see, they are very friendly. I love the way they talk, especially when they are cozied up in their coop at night. It sounds like they are telling each other bedtime stories.

When Stella was little, I kept an X-pen in the classroom. The children took turns bringing their work and sitting in the pen with her. One of my favorite quotes was from a child who loved his time in the pen. Everyone was working away when he piped up with, "Hey look, Everyone! I'm the teacher's pet!" emoticon

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KASEYCOFF 8/30/2011 3:26AM

    ...did I tell you about my Aunt Ethel and her chicken coop? When Uncle Frank bailed out, she was left with four young children to raise, with no help (this was about 1900), so she thought selling fresh eggs would add a little to the family coffers. The hens started disappearing at night, and she suspected a fox. She took to sitting up late, hoping to catch it out.

She had dozed off when she heard some scrabbling coming from the hen house, so she grabbed her rifle and went outside, just in her nightgown and barefoot. Well, it wasn't a fox, or even a raccoon. It was a skunk.

It doused her but good. She said she had to burn the nightdress, it was that bad. Worse, tho, was the stench the spray left in her long, thick black hair. Aunt Ethel said it was nearly to her knees, a real crowning glory, and nothing - no amount of cider vinegar or tomato juice or anything else - would get that smell out of her hair. There was nothing for it but to have it cut short - very unfashionable at the time.

In later years, she said it was one of the best things that could've happened, and if she'd realized how much easier it was to care for she'd have done it long before she did, regardless of fashion's dictates.

Moral: sometimes even a skunk can do you a favor, lol...


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OLDERDANDRT 8/29/2011 2:14PM

    Always love your critter updates and pics! I am soooo sorry about the chickens!!!! Esp. Lucy. What about Denty, did you still have him? That was amazing!
You know, if you are not writing a book, you really should. You have a great way around a word ( or two)!!! emoticon
That pen (X-pen you called it) is how I confine DGD to my livingroom! They are wonderful things! I don't use it as a pen, but stretch it across the livingroom so she can't access the electronics on the entertainment center.
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MCGS62 8/29/2011 10:01AM

    sorry to hear about the chickens. nice pictures!!

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IUHRYTR 8/28/2011 9:06PM

    Sad to read of your chickens and Mr. T. I hope he gets a caring, loving home soon. -- Lou

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DELAPIS 8/28/2011 7:43PM

    I really enjoyed today's blog! It brought back memories of pets when I was growing up. We had a menagerie too. Our siamese looked just like Luna. Her name was Chou.

I would have loved to have been able to share my pets with my students like you, but my principal wouldn't have allowed it.

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    I am so sorry to hear that you lost some of your chickens to predators. We had a bobcat in our yard on several occasions so I invested in four Nite Gaurd units. You place them so they can be seen from each direction. As far as I can tell, the bobcat has never been back in our yard, even though the neighbors across from us have seen her and taken photos. Buying the units at Amazon can save shipping charges. The link is http://www.amazon.com/Nite-Guard-NG

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LMB-ESQ 8/28/2011 3:19PM

    Awww!! I just adore your animals, they are so cute! I want another dog too, but it won't be until after I graduate. It wouldn't be fair to the animal to do it before then. Then, maybe another greyhound.

I'm sorry to hear about your poor chickens! What happened to the one with the broken egg? Denty? I can't remember if you changed his name or not...

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JABULONESTAR 8/28/2011 2:38PM

    Thank you so much for sharing your pets :) This is the best post! It was a great break from studying today. emoticon

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FT4EVR 8/28/2011 12:21PM

    Enjoyed seeing all your pets! The papillon would have a wonderful home with you. We adopted 2 shelter cats this year. It was at separate times since I kept thinking about the other animals living there and just had to go back! I'll have to blog about our animals sometime so you can see them too. Sorry about your chickens. I would like to have some too but they would meet the same fate here. Cute teachers pet story!

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IDLETYME 8/28/2011 7:09AM

    Thanks for sharing your adorable pics. Have a great day!!
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MMPHELPS1970 8/27/2011 11:04PM

    This made my day! I swear, Stella is a person in a poodle suit!

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WATERMELLEN 8/27/2011 10:17PM

    Love your pets and your pics of them: Stella is indeed a star!! What a smile!!

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MARY1313 8/27/2011 9:32PM

    awww I love them all! sorry about the raccoons and foxes, but it's just a nasty part of nature. sniff.


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TRULYVISIBLE 8/27/2011 8:33PM

  I really enjoyed this blog. I like how detailed your stories are. You are good at story telling and I can now say I feel like I know a little more about your non human friends and would like up-dates on them in the future.

That pic of Stella as a pup with the students is so cute. I have never seen chickens as pretty as yours. Wonder how the bird and the cats get along. Keep your stories coming.

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SASSYBLONDE69 8/27/2011 6:57PM

    When I worked at PetSmart, my fav bird was the parrolette. So funny. Thought he was the boss. He'd get so excited when he saw me come into the enclosure, cause he knew I'd let him on my shoulder. He would hang out while I cleaned, then I'd play with him and then he go back into his area and nap...lol.

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The Occasional Half Empty Moment - With Pictorial Evidence

Friday, August 26, 2011

emoticon I think my day at Montauk was a little too long! My glass looks like it was on total empty, not even half empty.

How to ruin a family outing, Chris!

I did enjoy going through old family photos with my sister and brother this past June.

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MARY1313 8/26/2011 12:26PM

    that's a great picture!

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NANHBH 8/26/2011 11:58AM

    Cute. That looks like a movie star pose by your dad! Look at that pipe hanging out of his mouth!

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Music and Healing

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Cordoba Flamenco Guitar

I find myself really looking forward to Thursdays because I get my Fernando time. I started flamenco lessons with Fernando in June, and have loved every one of them. But I need to step back a bit to tell my story.

I am new to guitar, my music experience prior to picking one up had been piano, harpsichord, and a little bit of recorder. My earliest Spark friends know this part...I think. I lost my first granddaughter, Lilee, to SIDS when she was four months old, six years ago this coming November. It was a devastating, heart wrenching, life changing experience. For many months I felt depressed, hollow, and unfixable. The pain of her loss was almost too much to bear. I missed holding her in my arms, but most of all, I missed her future which was snuffed out so suddenly. There was so much joy and life in her, then there was nothing.

Something had to change; I needed to find a way back to emotional health. On her birthday, I bought myself a guitar, and close the anniversary of her death, I started my first guitar lessons. It was maybe one of the wisest things I have ever done. Just holding my guitar, feeling the vibrations of the music, and using the kind of focus needed for learning something new was the path to my healing.

It was a year into my beginning guitar lessons that I found Dave, my first flamenco guitar teacher. Why flamenco? It speaks to my soul. I think many people think of the fast driving flamenco styles, which are wonderful, but what drew me to flamenco is the soulful, sad, laments of the Andalusian Gypsies.

Dave was an excellent teacher and I enjoyed his Eeyorish personality as well as his talents as a classical guitar player. So I was very unhappy when he told me, a year into my lessons, that he was moving several hundred miles away. I did not have much hope for finding another flamenco teacher here. I tried to keep up my practice, but the techniques are not conducive to learning on one's own, and I found that my progress stalled out.

I shifted to folk guitar and singing with my friends. I didn't have a clue that I would enjoy singing so much. I love singing harmony, and my friends and I have a wonderful time together. I don't regret that shift in music at all. It has it's own challenges and skills, but I can get by with pretty lazy guitar playing.

This past spring, I decided to google flamenco lessons in my area. Fernando's name came up, and I decided to give him a try as a teacher. Back to the beginning of the blog. What REALLY irritates me is that I didn't find him until now. If I had found Fernando back when I found Dave, I'd be so much more skilled! Everything does happen in it's own time, though, and who knows, maybe for a reason. I don't know what reason though.... darn it!

People have asked me about this photo on my Spark page.

This picture has a bittersweet story of its own behind it. Back in the early '70s, Mike's middle brother, Kevin, died in a canoeing accident. Kevin was a talented and brilliant 19 year old, who loved his guitar. Mike was just back from Vietnam when Kevin died, and kept Kevin's guitar to hold a little part of his brother's spirit. Mike had never played an instrument, but over the years learned to play and now loves to entertain people with his music.

16 years ago, Mike's youngest brother and his wife brought a son into this world, and named him Kevin for his deceased uncle. When Kevin was a little boy, Mike showed him his uncle's guitar and told him he could have it when he was 15. At Christmas in Kevin's 15th year, Mike gave him his Uncle Kevin's guitar. Kevin, like his uncle before him, is a shy and quiet boy, but he absolutely lit up when he was saw it. He couldn't wait to learn some chords! This picture was taken on Christmas day, and I was showing him some of the chords I had learned.

And now, Kevin holds some of Kevin's spirit.


Music has always been part of my life. My father played guitar and sang to us when we were young children. An eclectic assortment of music was always playing in our house. We grew up on bluegrass, jazz, blues, opera, and classical music. I studied piano, and played for enjoyment, to keep from feeling scared when alone in the house, to not feel lonely... it was the great leveler.

For me, picking up the guitar has been what brought my essence back to the world when I was in emotional shut down. Since then, it has brought me great joy, helped me through other emotional hardships, and given me both a mental and a physical challenge.

"Newtonian physics told us that at base we are particulate; quantum physics, that we are vibratory. It seems that the reality is that we are not either/or, but both/and. Perhaps, in its vibratory nature, music opens us to a greater appreciation of our essential connectedness to the cosmos, our oneness with all that is." ~ Balfour M. Mount, MD

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NANA717 9/4/2011 9:49AM

    Oh my, dear one, how your blog has touched me. I have 6 grandchildren, 3 of them under the age of 4 right now. Any grandmother can relate to what your pain must have been like. I thank God, that at this time in my life, I have not had to endure that type of pain. And then your story of Kevin. That is so touching to me, I have two sons who both play the guitar. Thank you for sharing a little part of your life. Prayers and blessings for you and your loved ones. Dalena

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AMYBELLES 9/4/2011 9:07AM

    I came across your blog from a recommendation on a team I belong to! I love your story, and emoticon for sharing it! I love music, although I am not musical (still have learning an instrument on my bucket list for when I'm retired! I know it's never too late.) I know how therapeutic listening to and playing music can be. I am glad that you found a new instructor for your flamenco playing and that the guitar has helped heal your soul! I love all the pictures! Do you teach music? You remind me of a dear friend of mine who was a music teacher in our school before she retired.

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MEDDYPEDDY 8/28/2011 3:34AM

    Thank you SO much for writing this story that I found through my sark friend Kaseycoff. It has so much hope and serenity in it, just loved it and this day suddenly became special!

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MMPHELPS1970 8/27/2011 11:09PM

    Loved this, and totally relate to the healing power of music. It has, literally, brought me back to myself over and over again. Thank you for sharing your deep connection with music so eloquently.

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SPARKYCARLEY 8/26/2011 8:40PM

    Wonderful blog! Thanks for sharing your story.

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OLDERDANDRT 8/26/2011 10:53AM

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WALKOFFWIN 8/26/2011 10:26AM

    So tragically poignant and very well written - I am sorry for the pain of the loss of your grandchild. Any way a child is lost is horrible and heartrending, but SIDS is just so devastatingly cruel.

But your affirmation of the self healing power you found in your music is impressive and inspiring, and it offers hope...

Thanks for telling us the story of your striking photo with young Kevin. For me, this was an affirmation that Life does indeed go on - And those who have gone on, continue to live on in our hearts, and in some of the positive ways in which we are who we have become, because of who they were in Life.

Yes, we do indeed, all shine on...


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KASEYCOFF 8/26/2011 9:58AM

    Wonderful - the loving spirit that shines through your blog is beautiful. I will keep this one, and refer to it often. It's so uplifting, Chris. Thank you for writing and posting it.

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MCGS62 8/26/2011 9:40AM

    Play as many styles as you can . they are all related like hedges are all separate branches but can be woven into a unique topiary.
my guitar is my security too what is nice is it is already squeezed in the middle
all of my pillows look this way now
but it is friday and I'm in a devilish mood I'm not even going to comment on
" vibratory nature "

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LMB-ESQ 8/26/2011 7:24AM

    What a beautiful story. So much joy and peace have come out of so much pain for you. I'm glad you have this outlet.

I also love flamenco, and I think this is why my nephew and his wife chose it as well... because of the sad, lamenting nature of it. It's very dramatic, watching the dancers' movements and the singers' faces while they perform, you can just see the story unfolding, even if you can't understand the words. And the guitar is there to tie it all together. It is truly beautiful.

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IUHRYTR 8/26/2011 6:22AM

    Although I love the quiet peacefulness of early morning, I also enjoy music that soothes, excites, motivates and inspires. The thoughtful gift of the guitar is a memory that will last a lifetime. -- Lou

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TRULYVISIBLE 8/26/2011 1:55AM

  I absolutely love this story. We get to know more about you and your family. You have a gifted way of telling a story. A vlog of you playing flamingo would be wonderful.

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NANHBH 8/25/2011 11:08PM


What a neat family story! Thanks for sharing your love of music. I will anxiously await that video blog of your music!
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ALICERIEGER 8/25/2011 10:34PM

    I loved your story. Not the tragedies but how music can be such a healer. I'm not musical myself but listening to music and being around it is such a wonderful thing.

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Talent is...

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Talent is....

Hard Work.

Sure, there is the occasional person, Mozart for example, who is born with incredible and innate abilities. But when you go to the art museum, watch Olympic athletes, listen to great music, or read a fantastic book, most of the people whose talents you admire have worked hard to get there, took risks, and were not afraid to fail.

Talent, like so many accomplishments, is mostly based on three things:

Desire, Determination, and Persistence.

People call me talented. They will tell me things like:

You are such a good artist. I wish I could draw ~ I can't even draw a straight line.


I wish I could sing, but I am tone deaf.


I wish I could play an instrument.

Do any of those statements sound familiar? The biggest road block on the way to talent or success is: 'I can't___" or any of its various and prolific aliases. Honestly, those words, and the mindset behind them, keeps so many people from reaching their potential and/or their greatest goals. If you want to - DO it!

We may not be born with the innate talent of a Mozart, but if we have the desire to have a skill, achieve a goal, or build a talent, we have the capacity to do it. Desire alone, though, will not get you there. You also need determination, the mind set that you WILL accomplish what you set out to do. Couple that with an understanding that failure is not a bad thing. If we are afraid of failure, we are stopped in our tracks as quickly as we are by the negative thoughts of 'I Can't ___." Of course you will have failures along the path to success! If the goal were easy, it wouldn't be much of a goal, would it? Failures are a special learning opportunity, a chance to reevaluate and make adjustments for the next try. That is where persistence comes into play. If we let lack of progress derail us, we are done. Keep your desire and determination in the forefront of your mind and persist in your efforts.

What it looks like:

Meet our protagonist, Ike Ant, who is about to have a transformation.

Ike Ant: I can't draw - I can't even draw a straight line.

Well first of all, who on earth would want to draw a straight line? That's what we have rulers for. Art lessons would be great if you can afford them, if not .... check out books at the library to get you started. But most of all, draw, draw, draw, draw. The more you practice or engage in a skill, the better you get.

Ike Ant goes out with his sketch pad and draws.

First attempt:

Is it good?
Ike Ant: No!

Second attempt:

Is it good?
Ike Ant: Nope!

Third attempt:

Is it good?
Ike Ant: Meh!

Third attempt:

Is it good?
Ike Ant: It sucks! Oops, negative thinking. Not yet.

Fourth attempt:

Is it good?
Ike Ant: Hmmmmm...

Hundredth attempt:

Is it good?
Ike Ant: Hey, look at that! Cool!

Thousandth attempt:

Someone Else: WOW! I wish I had your talent!
Ike Ant: Thanks!
Ike Ant (to self): If only you knew!

The thing is, success builds success. I started taking piano lessons when I was eight years old. For the first year, I practiced my 30 minutes a day because I had to. It wasn't joyless practicing, but it took time to be joyful and gratifying practice. I cannot remember just when it was, but suddenly my efforts paid off. I sounded GOOD! Once the music coming from my hands and body and the piano reverberated as MUSIC instead of drill, it was hard to pull me away from the piano. 30 minutes slipped into a fast hour. Enjoying playing music became the reason to sit down at the piano instead of the obligatory 30 minutes of practice. At first, I couldn't because I didn't know how, then with determination and practice, I could.

The truth it, it works that way in every part of our lives and decision making, from artistic talent to succeeding with weight loss. Desire, determination, and persistence. Don't be sidelined by negative thought processes, fear of failure, or self criticism. Will you fail? Sure! Does it matter? Sure! Use that failure as a tool to build on your next step to success.

Go for it!

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MARY1313 8/26/2011 5:18PM

    This is an excellent blog and so so true. I guess I had not put my weight loss in the same perspective as my desire to make music. When I first picked up the guitar out of boredom 39 years ago, I was enthralled with it. I couldn't put it down and I would play it until my fingers bled. I still feel that same attraction to it.

Thanks for this perspective Chris, I think this may be a turning point for me.



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WALKOFFWIN 8/25/2011 8:50PM

    What? You're saying that I have to WORK hard to accomplish anything or become something??? Well, what a total BUZZ KILL that is!!! That's not what I wanted to hear!

I've got TALENT!!! I shouldn't HAVE to work for anything!!! Working hard to eventually MAKE something of yourself? Well that's just more of that radical propaganda being promoted by those "Delayed Gratification is GOOD!" fanatics!

These people are a dangerous threat to talented indolence everywhere!

Well I'm sorry, but I just DON'T want to hear it!!!

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BADASSBLONDIE 8/25/2011 5:56PM

    Love this!!!!!! This is exactly how I approach running - work hard and someday you'll get a bit better and love it. Well i'm there and I love it and I'm improving. I love seeing my friends work hard and get there too!

Thank you for sharing!

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MMPHELPS1970 8/25/2011 12:30AM

    PS for those of you who want to draw but always thought you couldn't, check out this book:

So You Thought You Couldn't Draw by Sandra Angelo.

I learned to draw beautiful realistic portraits in 6 weeks. Best book on beginning drawing ever written.

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MMPHELPS1970 8/25/2011 12:27AM

    Loved this blog! I started playing guitar at 28 years old, and now I make my living teaching beginning guitar, piano, and songwriting. At 40, I've started taking ballet class because it's fun and it's good exercise. Plus, I get to wear slippers and a skirt and feel fancy. It's never too late to start doing something you love! Life is such an adventure! Try it all! Woo hoo!

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IUHRYTR 8/24/2011 8:40PM

    emoticon blog, Chris. The portion about playing music and drawing especially caught my attention because these are two things I have long wanted to do but always felt lessons were too expensive, even though I never actually priced them. Dumb, huh? Now you've got me thinking to check them out and also to get books on beginning drawing. emoticon for the motivation. -- Lou

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WATERMELLEN 8/24/2011 5:35PM

    Great blog!!

My dad used to say, "Genius is 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration!"

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LMB-ESQ 8/24/2011 5:17PM

    I LIKE This!!!

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BILLTMAN 8/24/2011 2:18PM

    Chris: The practice portion of this blog reminded me of my son Jason who now is a professional jazz drummer and teaches drum set at The University of Louisville. Jason was beating on things from the time he was 3 years old. when he was a student at University of Kentucky he would go to the practice room at 3 in the morning and practice till his lesson. Here's a guy that was dedicated to practice. Recently Jason said to me "dad, I just can't imagine it but people pay me to go out and do something I just love to do."

You're right about Ike Ant. I've met many like this during my lifetime of work as a professional church musician. "I can't" usually means "I don't think I can and therefore I'm not willing to try."

Great blog. I just love reading your blogs. Keep them coming.


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NANHBH 8/24/2011 10:57AM

    Love this blog, Chris! Now I know why I wasn't that successful playing the piano - I hated the drills, and no one "made me" do them.

Desire, Determination, and Persistence. I'm gonna print those words in BIG letters and put them on my monitor!

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MCGS62 8/24/2011 9:03AM

    Right on abount the I can'ts but I sure wish I could play a musical instrument.
I was already writing you when you commented on my status.

Thank you!

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THEBILLY 8/24/2011 8:47AM

    I loved this, thank you for sharing!
I am always frustrated when people say they "can't" do something.
People often say can't when won't will suffice.
I can not draw like a pro, but I sure like to do it!
I have not been trained to play harmonica or xylophone, but I LOVE the sounds that come out when I play with them.
Your post inspired me to examine my thought process, thanks!

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What Shall I Blog About? And a Quiz :-)

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Some days I know JUST what I want to blog about, other days my day seems routine, not boring but a blog would just be a repetition of something I already posted. I post for myself, but also for you.


I am taking requests from my friends (or visitors) for blog ideas on days when an idea doesn't just materialize.

Is there something special you would like me to write about?

What is it?


Is my tank half empty or half full?


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WATERMELLEN 8/24/2011 5:37PM

    Tell me the stories of Stella I love to hear . . . but, love all your blogs -- happy, sad, mad, glad -- and share your love of beautiful things in nature, and your interest in teaching . . .

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MARY1313 8/24/2011 2:45PM

    Half full absolutely! I think I just enjoy hearing the way you process your thoughts. I think everyone benefits from a good solid problem solving technique. I also enjoy your kindness and love for everything in your life as it shows in all of your words. You blogs just let me know that for just a few minutes, things are right side up.


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SUNRIZING 8/24/2011 11:17AM

    cooool blog emoticon emoticon

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KRITTERKEEPERS 8/24/2011 12:52AM

    I would guess half-full! I always enjoy hearing about your chickens. How did the little chick you got for Lucy turn out? I also really enjoy your posts on the fairy house, Stella and your kitties!
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LINDAJ0621 8/23/2011 6:30PM

    Your tank is never lower than half-full I would guess!!!

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IUHRYTR 8/23/2011 6:22PM

    I can relate. When I have no ideas to write about, I don't.

In no particular order, some ideas:

* The fairy house, travel RV, etc., you're making.

* Stella and friends

* The creative activities you plan for your students

* Your music (awaiting the video)


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MAWRTIAN 8/23/2011 4:21PM

    I love hearing yout animal stories!!! You are for sure half full. I have a life is good tee-shirt what that one, it is a good reminder!

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GOLIGHTLY344 8/23/2011 3:55PM

    what's going on with your music? your instruments? your nephew's chords lesson? video of you playing the guitar?

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MCGS62 8/23/2011 3:15PM

    Oh! Tank you for that marvelously open invitation !
Be careful what you wish for when you have 1/2 tanked friends like me lurking in the shadows!!
With the price of gasoline I'll take whatever you are pumping-- tank you very much!


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SASSYBLONDE69 8/23/2011 3:03PM

    Hunny, you are definitely a "Half Full" kinda gal! One of the things I love about you!

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TRULYVISIBLE 8/23/2011 2:53PM

  I really like the blogs about you and your students. You are such a creative teacher, I love reading your stories. Also I love animals so any story about your non human friends would be of interest. (with pics) And stories about your parents and more of their beautiful art work. Your blogs always make me smile and when I am smiling I can't put food in my mouth, lol

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EGGBASKET1 8/23/2011 2:31PM


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WALKOFFWIN 8/23/2011 12:30PM

    Like the two people below me, I agree that you strike me as someone who is more likely to think that your tank is half full, rather than half empty. I also couldn't help but notice two things in your photo here -

You are smiling while standing in front of the gas pumps, and it is unusual in these days of very high gas prices, for anyone to smile when anywhere near gas pumps!

There are no prices posted on the pumps for the cost of a gallon of gas. Are you smiling because they filled your tank for free? Lol :-) It's a nice daydream... however improbable.

An idea for a blog? At the risk of using a now very dated phrase, you seem to live a "counter cultural" lifestyle. Did your parents, whom I know were both very artistic, encourage you in this direction? Or when you were a younger person, did you have to strike out on your own, to find and live your "counter cultural" lifestyle?

A visitor and now a friend as well,


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NANHBH 8/23/2011 11:17AM

    Your tank is ALWAYS half full - if not all the way full!

Ideas, hmmmm, how about telling us how you got to be so creative? How do you find time to do all the fun things that you do?

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GAYLLYNNE 8/23/2011 10:37AM

    With your positive attitude I would say half full!! Adorable blog and I hope you get some great ideas!

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