Wednesday, April 29, 2009
I just ran across this picture from several years ago when I was teaching elementary school at Southside in BA. We were celebrating my friend Becky's birthday. Someone hired an "Elvis" to come entertain us. As you can see, he was the worst Elvis ever! He couldn't sing or dance, but that didn't not stop him from trying! Plus, he doesn't look a thing like Elvis. Not even the older, fatter, drugged-out Elvis. It was hysterical, though!
Friday, April 17, 2009
We took a group of 8th grade students to Stillwater today to tour the OSU campus. It was a lot of fun to be on a college campus again. I was immediately struck by the diversity in the students we observed as we criss-crossed from building to building. That got me to thinking about when I was in college at ORU. One of the best things about college was meeting people from all over the country and even the world. Growing up in Oklahoma and graduating from Catoosa High School, I hadn't encountered a lot of diversity. College opened my eyes to all kinds of people. It was a time of expanding horizons and new experiences. That's why I love teaching. Every day, if we are doing our jobs as teachers, we are expanding horizons and providing new experiences to our students. Yet, I have to admit, the best part of the day was eating at Eskimo Joe's. Man! The food was awesome!
Thursday, April 16, 2009
I was organizing some pictures and ran across this blast from the past. This was taken in the summer of 1983 while I was on a missions trip to Egypt with a team from ORU. You can see one of the Great Pyramids of Giza in the background. We worked in an orphange in the middle of the country for a couple of months. It was an awesome time and I remember having a strong sense of being in God's will. I used to want to be a missionary and I ended up being a teacher (you might be surprised to know that the work is eerily similar).
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Okay. So, the hair saga continues at the Rios household. Little brother, not to be outdone by big brother (not an Orwell reference), decides to get a "faux-hawk", which is, I guess, a little brother version of the mohawk. The only problem is, I tried to get a "tough-looking" picture of Christopher, so he would look "cool." My instructions were, "Don't laugh, Christopher! C'mon now, look tough and don't laugh! Okay, now. Don't laugh!" Oh, well! Don't you love that beautiful smile, though.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
A good thing happened today. This afternoon, on my way to Sonic Happy Hour to get a Route 44 Diet Coke (easy ice), my cousin, Tracy, called me. She wanted to know what I was doing that evening. After quickly pulling out my iPhone and checking my calendar (it was empty), I said, "Nothing. Why?" She wanted to know if Lori and I wanted to go to the Bruce Springsteen concert at 7:30 p.m. because she had a couple extra tickets that would be free to us. I, of course, hastily called Lori and said, "Arrange the kids. We're going out!" We met Tracy and her daughter, Chelsy, at the BOK in downtown Tulsa and had a great time listening to some great music. Like I said, a good thing happened today. It wasn't the fact that my wife and I got free tickets to see a great musician. It was the kindness expressed to us through my cousin, who in so many ways, little and large, lets us know that she loves us! I love you, too, Tracy! Thanks for the great time. Again! (A few weeks back she gave me tickets to the Celine Dion concert!).
Monday, April 6, 2009
A few days ago I came home to discover that my 14 year old son was sporting a new hair style - a mohawk! My wife said she thought it looked cute (cute?). Being a teacher, I immediately thought of all the negative attention he would be drawing to himself at school and I opened my mouth to say so. Luckily, I caught a look from my wife and shut my mouth. I just looked at his hair and smiled. One of my friends told me later that night that she and her son had just had a conversation in which he told her that when she stopped objecting to his "style", it wasn't nearly as much fun. With that in mind, I was ready to embrace the mohawk into my world. Then, I came home today to find out that he had mom take him to SuperCuts after school to shave off the mohawk. Too much work to maintain, he says. Hmmm... there just might be something to this keeping my mouth shut. I'm going to try it again sometime soon.