Homeward Bound

Annie's brother Paul is back on U.S. soil! He left Kuwait September 14 and arrived at the base in Little Creek, VA September 15.

Since it's only a few hours from our house Annie took a drive to the base last Sunday to see him. Paul showed Annie around the base and they took a short drive to Virginia Beach for lunch.

Paul hasn't been home or seen family since January. He should be returning home to Michigan within the next few weeks.

WELCOME HOME PAUL - HEY WHY IS THERE SAND IN ALL YOUR STUFF!?

Here are a couple ships that were docked at the base. Paul said these ships are considered to be little. They look pretty big though compared to the other patrol boats around them. And look at their size compared to the lights and water tower in the background! Just massive I tell you, massive.

Here are some of the boats the Seabees use to load and unload the big ships that come to port.

A Hiking We Will Go

We packed up the crew and headed up . . . and down . . .

We went to Shenanoah National Park to hike in the Blue Ridge Mountians. Rojelio wanted to see a waterfall. To make his dream come true, we drove 25-minutes to the park entrance. Once we were in the park we drove another 20-miles on the beautiful winding Skyline Drive through the mountains. We made it to the Jones Fall Trail.

Would we see any bears? Or how 'bout a spotted skunk?

Our hike began. It was only 3.7 miles round trip, which didn't seem too far, but take into account we are not walking on a flat trail. Down hill, up hill, over logs, across streams, uneven ground . . . it was quite the adventure.

We began the hike later in the day, 5:30pm. Would we make it back before dark?

We made it to the falls, took a quick break and some pictures before heading back to try and beat the sunset. All of the tall trees made it seem even darker in the forest.

CRACK - CRACK - RUSTLE - RUSTLE - WHAT WAS THAT!? We all scanned the forest for a bear or spotted skunk . . . nothing. We picked up the pace climbing the mountain.

As we trekked on it got dimmer and dimmer. We think we're getting close. WHAT WAS THAT!? We definitely heard something in the distance this time . . . it was getting closer and closer . . . it was a . . . a . . . a car. Just around the bend was the road. We got to the car as the sun fell asleep.

No spotted skunks or bears. But we had a dog the color of a skunk and we were all hungry as bears when it was all said and done.

Ms. Hokett's Schoolwires

How many websites does a girl need!?
TWO.

Besides having the most ultimate blog with the most ultimate posts, I have given birth to a "professional" webpage. Schoolwires is what the district here calls it. Each teacher is suppose to host a webpage about the happenings of their grade/classroom and what not.

I have made it my mission to post speech-language information and activities. My hope is that others (teachers, parents, the average Joe, etc.) will get an understanding of the kinds of things I do all day.

I just started this site, so it doesn't seem like there is much on it yet compared to the big picture of what I invision it to be. I will be posting much more throughout the year, especially since it is one of my yearly professional development goals I will be reviewed on (YIKES!).

Check it out from time to time to see new information. Ms. Hokett's Schoolwires. It's pretty much the coolest SLP site ever!

Besides here you can find the link in the right had column of this page under links titled Annie's Schoolwires. Happy surfing!

If anyone has any suggestions/comments/ideas/questions drop me a line.

Annie F. Hokett, MA, CCC-SLP

Mitt & Pole

The goal: play a joke on Rojelio's dad

Materials:
an extendable paint pole, an oven mitt, two people with nothing else to do on a Saturday night, a camera to capture the moment, and a change of clothes

The Plan:
1. Put the oven mitt on the pole
2. Bang on the window with the elevated oven mitt
3. Wait for Rojelio's dad to look out the window
4. Have the oven mitt dance in front of the window
5. Laugh until we pee our pants

Outcome:
Everything was going to plan, the mitt was on the pole. Rojelio was able to reach the window no problem . . . he banged . . . we waited . . . he banged again . . . we waited . . . bang . . .wait . . . bang . . . wait . . . bang . . . wait . . .

Maybe his dad thought we were doing work outside. Rojelio tried banging in a rhythm . . . and we waited . . . it was obvious the joke was really on us. Rojelio's dad never looked out the window. He must be sleeping we thought. We abandoned our scheme. Though our joke was unsuccessful we still had fun and laughed trying to pull it off; though not to the point we were peeing our pants.

Rojelio went upstairs to see if his dad really was sleeping. No. He heard us banging the whole time, but thought we were just fixing something downstairs.

Drats! Foiled again!