At approximately 2pm, Saturday, April 30, 2016, Jack Stanley Ziegenhorn completed high school.
Please join us in the 2016 Ziegenhorn Academy graduation ceremony. During the month of May, enjoy eating at Jack's favorite eating establishment, Taco Bell. Pick any location in the world, any day, and any time. Take a selfie of you and your guests, enjoying your favorite Taco Bell menu item, in honor of Jack Ziegenhorn, and text it (my cell #), tweet it (@classicmaz) , Facebook it (@classicmaz), or Instagram it (@classicmaz). Please use #ziggy2016
The most creative, awkward, or fun picture will receive a classicMAZ shout out!
I think this will be a fun ziegenhornway to celebrate and honor Jack.
Thank you for attending this year's Ziegenhorn graduation ceremony.
Easter #1 Ziegenhorn Hangtime
Cold morning and then afternoon would be chilly in the shade but warm in the sun.......
So, yes, sweater, t-shirt, flip flops, and jeans rolled up to mid calf DOES make sense.
My mom-in-law's cute creation and yummy too!
The weather was fantastic, the family time was relaxing and enjoyable and the lake was like glass! Beautiful! I had been looking forward to this all week and was not disappointed! #lovetheziegs
the gang starting to hang...
i walked through a mud bog and had to go out on the dock to wash my feet and flip flops, so I got this great pic
jack's spot for this family day
Jeff bothering Jack
the college crew....and Max
stinkin annoying geese
i caught it sneakin---they are so gross
yes...of course I ate all day. How else can I keep that hot figure in pic #1
thanks to the stinkin geese, the fish weren't biting.......but it truly was a beautiful and relaxing day!
Now, for Easter, I probably will be wearing a reddish glow in the shape of a V on my chest and then a wide white red raccoon look on my face (thx to sunglasses)
I help facilitate a program on Sunday mornings, allowing children with special needs to attend their age appropriate classes with their peers. I enjoy watching adult volunteers, called "Shadows", try different ideas to interact with their special friends, as well as encourage the peers to interact with the shadowed child. We have recruited a few peers of the special friends to help involve our buddies in social interaction. I have even greater joy as I watch 3rd and 4th graders shake off any pre-teen social norms, like "cool crowd" or "being laughed at", and befriending a child their age that might be behaviorally, academically, developmentally or socially delayed.
On some "distracted" Sundays, we provide more developmental level appropriate activities for the Shadows with the special friends, and their peers will break away from their classes to join their special friend, discussing God's word, how to pray, and memory verses. There are several benefits that I am observing and it excites me!
1. The special friend is able to be mainstreamed but their individual needs are still met.
2. The special friend is learning to adjust to different situations, attention spans, and adult authority, that is different from the structured academic teacher or disciplining parent.
3. The special friend is allowed the much needed social time and situations where they can observe and be included in normal pre-teen shenanigans!
These two 4th grade, Peer Volunteers are always giggling, daring each other, cutting up, as well as actively participating in anything I ask the kids to do. AND they have their special friend (not pictured) right in the middle of it all!! Sometimes "W" is smiling with them, sometimes he wears a look "what is wrong with these two?" So many times, Structure and Multiple Activities are thought to be the best to "include" a special need child and then normal actions are never allowed. It is important, even for a child with behavior disorders, for the child to observe age appropriate play, decisions, and social interactions that are not necessarily monitored by an adult. (As long as the adult is secretly watching and taking pictures....wink wink...)
yes- this is a picture of love and service!
I have been exercising my right to vote for 24 years. I have been the only one at the poll and I have been in long lines, but they all were quiet with maybe an occasional question or three sentence conversation. There definitely was never any talk about politics. In fact, most people whispered which party they were claiming in order to cast a vote.
Tonight, I had a very different experience. The line was out the door and after 5 minutes it turned into a line at Disney World. I had the guy in front of me on a cell phone discussing his criminal history with someone that had the same hemroid surgery as he, as well as taking the same amount of Xanax, just in a different dosage. The lady behind me set a world record for clearing her throat over 15 times in a three minute period, and the 5 year old with the lady 2 people behind me obviously ate a school lunch that did not agree with his intestinal system. You know, that "somebody needs a sit on the toilet" poo smell?
Within 10 minutes, I felt like I had been transported to a tailgate party. The kind where the 45 year olds have had one too many beers and they start feeling like they are 20 year old frat boys. Saying nonsensical facts or statements they think are funny and obviously trying to get attention. One guy 12 people behind me yells to the guy right in front of me, "Jim, I'm grateful you took your beano!". To which I softly uttered, "me too, Jim, me too".
And then 15 minutes in, a loud big haired "honey darlin, I Luv Yew" lady in a tiny dress threw out a dumb blond joke to all us strangers, but inserted Trump instead of a blond. That prompted a grandma to report she votes early and often and so does her deceased husband. Before I knew it, everyone was voicing who they were voting for, why, and the horrendous flaws of the opposing party. Then a lady left the line to use the bathroom and when she came back, the guy behind her laughs, "I'm sorry, you need to go to end of line." Many people laugh and so does she as she loudly says, "I'm gonna shootchye!"
Oh my word! There is nobody to vote for and a bunch of coo coos voting for them!
World Missions Sunday
....one of my favorite services. The teens that will be going on mission trips proceed down the long church aisle carrying first the cross, then all our nations flags, with the missionary families following. The flags bow to the cross and then are placed in stands across the front. At the end of the service, teens carry boxes to each pew and collect the commitment cards and offerings of missions support and then place them at the feet of the missionary families. Then the teens reverse the flag ceremony to lead the missionary families out of the sanctuary.
This Sunday, my oldest was the cross bearer. I knew I would miss him in the early service because I would be carrying out my duties in the shadow program during the first service and the Sunday school hour. I told him to make sure he does it in the late service!! I did not want to miss Jack carrying the cross because he is a senior and this would be his last time participating, after 3 years of carrying a flag. I knew I would have little time, but I planned to leave my new special friend with her teachers for the last 5 minutes and then quickly get up to the balcony in time to see Jack enter the sanctuary. I would drink in another "last moment" in his teen life, as well as enjoy the true spirit of the World Mission service.
I need to leave but my little friend is having trouble with parents picking up the other kids. It is transition time. I am needed.
My friend is picked up by her family and I am free to walk briskly to the sanctuary.
I have now been stopped by several people with immediate needs and those needs are leading me further from the sanctuary.
I firmly tell my last stop, "I am sorry! I have to go! My son is carrying the cross!"
As I quickly walk toward the sanctuary, I hear the music and the congregation singing NOOOOOOOOOO! I am going to miss him! I break into a run, not a quick walk, not a half jog half walk, a complete run-with-heels-hittin-booty sprint. I don't even care that I am weaving in and out of the crowd of people that obviously had attended the early service. I dodge the elderly on walkers, I run through the bamboo decorations from the weekend Kids Mission Festival, I yell "sorry. sorry. excuse me." I run up stairs to reach the balcony and just before I push the door open, I realize....ohhhh noooo, this leads to the choir loft! Huffing and puffing I run back down those stairs and startle a passing young family with a frenzied yell, "where are the stairs to the balcony!!!!!!??" The lady laughs and calmly and slowly says, "w e l l n o w, m a r g a r e t, h o w l o n g h a v e y o u g o n e t o t h i s c h u r c h a n d y o u d o n ' t k n o w w h e r e.....WHERE ARE THE STAIRS!!!?", I cut her off and any mission-sunday-spirit I had been feeling left me completely. I bug my eyes at her husband. With a stunned and half-scared look, he points to the stairs around the corner.
I run up the stairs, hit one landing and run even faster, skipping steps....
I tripped and fell UP the stairs, with my large purse full of scissors, matching cards, and play-doh flying up to the ceiling.
I hear the same lady giggle behind me as I turn and breathy gasp, "shut up".
I arrived in the balcony as the last of the flags were headed to the front.
I was shaking from the run, aching from the blog worthy fall, and teary because I had missed it. I missed Jack.
I missed the wonderful feeling that the ceremony gives me. I missed it. I missed it.
Blinking back tears, I scanned the front to see where he had placed the cross. I couldn't find it. Trying to stop my heavy breathing, trying to keep from ugly crying, trying to ignore my hip that could possibly now be out of place, I slipped into the back pew. Disappointment covered me like a heavy blanket. What a loser mom!
Then I noticed the flags were stopping at the front and bowing.....BOWING! That's right! He doesn't place the cross in the stand until the end! I move out of the pew....
The young man standing in the middle of the stage was my Jack. He had been there the whole time. I not only missed him walking down the aisle, I missed him standing in front of the congregation because I was looking for baby Jack. What I found was a young man!
I watched him stand firm as the last flag bowed and passed by the cross. I watched as he walked down the steps and out of my view.
Sad that I did not get the morning that I had been anticipating all weekend, I grabbed up my bag and left the balcony. I hobbled to my car, with my bag sloshing. SIGH.... I forgot I put my coffee thermos in my bag....still full of the coffee I didn't drink due to the busy morning. It wasn't full now and my play-doh smells like a starbucks.
I drove home. I changed clothes. Then it hit me....CRAP! I could have stayed for the end. The procession out of the church.....and oh! no!....I didnt even stay to see Max perform his duties.
Then when my sons came home and walked in the door "did you see us?"
I cried again, as I said, "and this was your last time, Jack."
"It's ok, mom, next time I will be walking in as the missionary."
That just made me cry more.
I am so glad that my salvation and worth does not rest on work and ceremony!
Lift High The Cross- without it, I would be nothing
Last night, I stumbled upon my old blog that I had stupidly deleted in 2012. It is true that nothing is ever deleted on the internet!
still am looking for my original blog titled "Someday You Will Grow Into Your Nose".....or something like that. I had that in the early 2000's.
I cannot figure out how to link my current blog with the newly found old blog, or even import/export/recover the treasured memories, but I can link to it!
I chose a few of my favorite links, for your enjoyment. The last link is for the entire deleted blog. If you want something to do this weekend that is a bit more fun than experiencing the flu, then please read through my old blog (4 years and a couple hundred posts) and find the story about me unknowingly wrapping my purse strap around the steering wheel, while turning into traffic rendering my steering wheel useless......
There will be a great reward for you!
Enjoy a few of my memories below, or clean your toilets and rake leaves....same entertainment.
I live and work in a world of men. Many women do, but few are successful in understanding the dynamics. I was once told by a man at work there are 3 types of women in construction: the bitchy butches, the cutesy flirts, and the ones with brains that don't have a look (i think he meant they were nothing to look at). As he continued to tell his story, seemingly unaware that he was talking to a woman in construction, I listened without interruption. I could not pick out any of the three that would be a positive label, but I knew which one I would prefer. My left eyebrow was paused in the upright position, wondering three things: Does he realize I am a woman? If so, is he about to verbalize into which of the 3 types I fit? Am I going to take it personal and cause him physical pain?
Men are magnificent creatures.
Men are very forgiving and quick to forget.
Another human can have an emotional outburst, cause harm, or royally screw up. The man will instantly wear a look of confusion, possibly respond with an equal or greater emotional outburst, and then masterfully choose words and set his thoughts to eliminate the other human's situation and return to his interesting thoughts and pleasant feelings that had just been interrupted. Unfortunately, many women see this as the man ignoring their feelings. I ask these women, why do you want to discuss your feelings? I hear men's discussions with each other all day long:
-did you get that email?
-i just sent it as i was asking you if you got it.
-huh, that is odd. it isn't here, it isn't showing up, maybe something is wrong with the internet, are you sure you sent it to me? maybe, you.....oh, here it is. i just got it.
-why did you say that?
-that he is a better welder than me.
-quit being a girl.
Then they immediately made plans to go hunting together.
Men have a healthy self-esteem.
When you tell a man he is smart and/or is doing a good job, his immediate thought, as he instantly has a taller posture and wears his boyhood smile, is "I know. My gosh, she is right! I am better than any superhero in all the universe." When women are given the same compliment, they unfortunately have a different response, "ugh, I could have done that better. Is he secretly making fun of me? I bet everyone thinks I am stupid. I wish I had a better body, better hair, that I was smart and funny, and......"
Men want simple praise, interest and acknowledgment about their life's work, about what they do 18 hours of their day, about what makes him,HIM. Without trying, I get the best smiles from men. These smiles are genuine, pure, clean, innocent, satisfied smiles that warm me as I get a tender moment of seconds in a man's hard life. While looking at rebar, boards, concrete, dirt, pipes, I honestly say, "wow, this is looking great. you all are doing a good job." I am instantly given the best smile in the world attached to the words, "thank you". Women, you know what our response would be. We would answer with complaints and comments that are subconsciously seeking more approval and destroying the original and genuine compliment.
I was never told which of the 3 types of women in construction describe me. It has been 4 years since I slowly lowered my raised eyebrow, chose to ignore the girly "what are you trying to say" argument starter, and redirected the conversation to the job before us. I have been exhausted ever since, as I have learned that Men are simple and easy, and this makes it hard for me to be the woman that I am. The modern day Eve.
-Look at this! This can make me smarter, make you get off your ass, make me look better, make you listen, and make everything run smoother!
-huh? this? It's an apple.
I raise my mug with the exact sentiment I have every moment of every day, in every situation.
oh good grief, i love these men
I am not a gal that needs to wear a "Wide Load" banner, but I AM built to birth babies and enjoy burgers, and therefore will never be in a bikini or able to wear cute trendy clothes. I was not created to be a "looker" or "hot" or, and more appropriate for my age, "attractive". I was created to be smart, practical, and awkwardly funny. I am completely fine with my purpose and my looks.
And I am usually comfortable with myself..my shape.
Except when my hips become a hazard.
Today, I wore some new work pants that I bought before I gained my extra-happy-holidays-10-extra-pounds. I stuffed myself in them and hoped my sweater would cover any 'over-proofing'. The pants are flannel lined so I didn't notice any constriction that would announce, "hey, Alice, you might have a -poured into these pants- look going on, which you cannot pull off".
Late into my morning, I noticed a small quarter-size pain on my hip at the top of my thigh. I continued to work and subconsciously rubbed the area on occasion. Then, while standing at the printer, I once again subconsciously ran my fingers across the area and then pushed on the spot. My fingers felt a round solid form that was hard. Instantly my posture straightened and I stared straight ahead.
A tumor. This is it. I am going to lose my leg and possibly my life.
I walked slowly into the bathroom, preparing myself to face the fact that this lump was the beginning of the end.
'Well , at least I saw my sons grow into young men.'
I faced the bathroom mirror.
'Oh man, Jeff should have upped my life insurance when he upped his.'
I unzipped my pants.
'Hmmm, I wonder if I could get a prosthetic leg-weapon, like the girl in The Kingsmen?'
I lowered the left side to see my hip.
'Funny, I thought a migraine would be the end of me.'
I looked down at my hip.
There was a spare button sewn into the seam of the flannel lining and its perfect mold in my hip!
I stuffed my fluffy body back into the pants and, as I zipped and BUTTONED back up, I wondered if anyone heard me 'LOL' at myself in the bathroom.
I walked back to my office and grabbed some scissors, in preparation to go back and remove the offending quarter-size firm solid button from the seam. I attempted to interrupt my co-worker's focus, "there is an extra button in my pants and I thought I was terminal".
He mumbled, without looking up, "huh?"
I smiled to myself and thought, 'yeah, nobody is going to find this as funny as I do'.
.....and that is why I have a blog (for my own entertainment)
Books spread over the kitchen table, managing the education of a senior and a sophomore.
Facilitating an awesome Sunday morning program, discovering techniques to equip volunteers, children with special needs, and their families.
Being swept off my feet to do the 2 step, as a young man expressed his joy of living and returning to work, after a 4 month recovery from a ATV accident.
Curled up in my chair, hand quilting my 11 year sewing project.
Brainstorming business plans and projects, joyfully anticipating another fun year of work in 2016
(i love my job).
Softening my hard heart, facilitating a mission project with a herd of 6th graders.
Ending my work days with family time, laughing and outsmartassing each other.
Standing over a 50 year old man in awe and wonder, watching steam rise from his body on a cool crisp morning, as his life ends unexpectedly.
Experiencing one of the most beautiful sunrises, thinking about how short our gift of life really is.
My days are long and full. I am thankful for all the events I get to experience and very thankful for those that "do life" with me.
I am tired, but look forward to another 7 days.
20 years ago
and 90% of you know I got married
in a $25 sundress and Jeff in his regular clothes and Elvis tie
at 7:20AM in the Memphis International Airport,
FREE wedding venue
Then boarded the plane for a 7 day cruise in the Carribean!
But not many have seen our FREE wedding photos
the traditional wedding.....hug....
Surely we kissed.....?
Our 5 minute ceremony seemed to last forever to me! I remember staring out the window at the planes landing and taking off.....probably not the time to be distracted...not sure what I said I DO to, or what I signed.
I seriously was shocked and honored that Robb and Hailey attended! -it really was an early wedding!
We had several family pictures, like this one with my sister, Teresa, her husband, Tim, and baby Nicole (just turned 21 this week).
However, my mother had a talent with efficiently taking pictures and reusing a roll for more pictures....
So look hard-
Picture of my sisters and me right after I got married, with an overlay of my niece Megan's birthday at McDonalds right after I returned from my honeymoon.
What does a couple, that gets married in an airport, do for their 20th anniversary?
Follow me on Instagram and Facebook over the next few days and you will see!
Hint: the traditional 20th wedding gift is CHINA
Hint: the traditional wedding is not in an airport...sooooo