Jeremiah 29:11-13

When I pray I know the Lord hears me. If I have ever trusted in anything, it is Him. No matter how many times I have failed him, he has NEVER failed me. When I used to pray I would keep worrying about it. I wouldn't fully give it to God. Was it my trust issues or me being hard headed? More than likely, it was both. I have learned the best thing I can do is pray and give it all to Him. I prayed for guidance and which way I should go on certain things. Then I drifted off to la la land. I woke up and my feeling of peace is still with me this morning. It is almost like I CAN'T think about it and I acutally kind of like it. I guess it's giving me time to think about IEP corrections! :)

"For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, They are plans for good and not for diaster, to give you a future and a hope. In those days when you pray, I will listen. If you look for me wholeheartedly, you will find me."--Jeremiah 29:11-13

You Are A Gift

Growing up I always heard the phrase, "children are a gift from God." I always understood what it mean but as I am growing up and my friends are getting married and having babies, I am beginning to actually FEEL it now. Trust me, I do not have baby fever!  That being said, today one of my students looked at dead in the eye and said, "Miss Scotti Baker, you are a gift!" I was floored. I have to admit, it got me kind of teary eyed..I was gift..to someone, other than my family? No matter how he meant it, it was just another sign I am in the right profession.

If you're happy and you know it

I am happy. Just plain ole' happy.

It never fails, soon as I sit down to write a blog post all these stories just start coming to me. I want to write about this and I want to write about that. It is like my brain is screaming to get all these thoughts out of my head. So I sit here. I sit here and try to compose my rambling words into organized thoughts. Here I go!


Well it's OFFICIAL. I am going back to C-13 next school year. C-13 was the class I was the assistant in before my inclusion gig that start in January. That class made my life complete. You know the old saying, "do what you love and you will never have to work a day in your life". I guess I could say that  was pretty true, because everyday was new day in that class. I loved it. Do not get me wrong I am beyond grateful for my opportunity to be an inclusion teacher and work with kids that I do. I look it at as a blessing to work in another area of special education. But knowing in your heart what you are put on this earth to do, well, there is no greater feeling than that.

First Blog...

Well, I finally gave in and decided to blog. I can't guarantee that I will be successful with this or blog anything important but hey, it's worth a shot right? I have to be honest I am pretty overwhelmed on what to write about in this first blog or even where to begin. My only warning is that if something seems random or out of place, it is probably not by mistake. I can be pretty random and sometimes my thoughts do not flow in the correct order. But here I go!!

I was born in the steaming state of Texas (in August, so it was extra hot!) but I raised in the great state of Mississippi, which being the southern girl I am, I am proud of it. I have family all across the country, from a cousin in California to an Aunt in Virginia.  I have a great family, a little crazy but wonderful. I am only child. My mom is a single hard working mom and did everything she could so I could have everything I needed, plus some. My grandmother had a big part in raising me. I can honestly say she is one of my best friends. She taught me to put the good Lord first and the rest will fall in place. It is hard to remember that sometimes but it sure is true. My dad lives in a small town in Mississippi. He is getting life back on track and I can tell, it makes me happy that he is happy. He has even made it to some of my soccer games (that I've coached not played) and that has made me happier than a bird with a french fry. I love being active and doing anything outside. I am a recent college graduate and I landed my dream job. I can't wait to begin what I've been dreaming about since I was a little girl. I have a 4 year old boston terrier named Pancho Patti Baker. She will answer to Panchie, Toot, or Boo. Yes, Pancho seems like a name for a male dog but Scotti can be a male name as well. She has a boy name, like her momma.  She is my mother's "grand-dog." She can snore louder than anyone I know and kill a squeak toy faster than you can get the tags off of it. I love my friends. All I have to say is that would help me bury the body if needed. 

Well the first blog is done. Maybe one day I can find out how to put pictures and what not on here..until next time...

Scotti