LAST DAY OF 2011

Well, today is the last day of 2011.  I have to say—it’s been quite a year.  Tonight we’ll spend a little time playing games, eating some pizza and wings and baking cupcakes for the kids and reflecting on the year.  I have decided to copy my friend, Mary, and write each family member a little letter that tells them how I have personally seen them grow and learn over this past year.  I closed each letter with a snippet of how I will be praying for them as the New Year begins.  Maybe I’ll post them here a little later….. For now, I hope you enjoy your last day of 2011 and look forward to the New Year with excitement!

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Mack, the ham

I forgot about these pictures of Mack that I took over Thanksgiving.  He used to HATE to have his picture made.  I have plenty of proof that I could share with you, but I am sure you believe me.  He was always the one with a big pout on his face or with his arms folded and his head looking […]

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I’m getting older. (and so are you!)

The other night I went out to eat with a few friends and had a real nice time.  We ate at PF Changs and talked a lot.  A “funny” thing happened when we were leaving.  A young hostess stopped me and said, “Can I ask you a quick question?”  I said, “Sure!,” thinking she might ask where I got my shirt or what products I use in my hair.  I don’t know….that is just where I thought she might go.  But no.  She decided to say this: “Are you Mrs. Dorminy?” Um, no.  I’m Kristy.  Mrs. Dorminy was the name folks called my mother-in-law when she was at work. I said, “Uh-yes,” and searched her cute young face to jog my memory of where I knew her from. “You taught me 7th grade at Webb Bridge.” I said, “Oh, really?  I am so old.  How old are you???” “Twenty-two.” My friends proceed to get a kick out of me being called Mrs. Dorminy, and they loved being witness to that whole conversation. I MUST add (because otherwise I just feel old) that she did say I was the most beautiful teacher she ever had. Vain?  Maybe, but her kind words buffered the blow of the whole 9 years ago you were my seventh grade teacher, Mrs. Dorminy thing.

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