So I've been in the central eastern, northern middle US visiting my brother, his wife and my folks (dad and step mom) for the Christmas Holiday. Hotel accommodations, rooming with Nana and just the differences in peoples lives/schedules have sucked a lot out of me. However, I promise (especially you, Jasmine) that I will be up and at it come Saturday when I'm home for good. There have been many stories from the 13th. There is how the whole whale debacle ended, Mother's visit, driving 13 hours with Nana, surviving in-laws, steps and fathers, and the great what to do about ailing canines discussion. Lots to share. Plus come January 2, I get a whole new batch of students, will be directing Romeo and Juliet and have to get my butt in gear and get a PhD in, not to mention my hope to run a 5K before camp.
So, by all means, stay tuned!
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
So it's come and gone...
And I am 32.
This is what I know.
I am so blessed!
This weekend (and I'll talk about it later) brought to me how many wonderful people I have in my life. It's been something I've been seeing for a while now, I think I've even mentioned it before recently, but it bears repeating.
God has given me so much.
Mostly it is people that comprise my blessing. People who check on me, love me, accept me and are there for me. There are other things too, moments where I literally can see God's hand. This weekend I am also awed by his healing.
The desire of my heart, one of the two, maybe I should say, was granted this weekend and I am "still standing" to prove it.
As I stood in the glow of God's victory I was humbled by the people he has put in my life, the blessings they are.
I am about a third through my life. If the next sixty six percent is anywhere near as full as this past thirty three, I may be one of the richest women in the world.
I can't wait to see what else He has in store.
This is what I know.
I am so blessed!
This weekend (and I'll talk about it later) brought to me how many wonderful people I have in my life. It's been something I've been seeing for a while now, I think I've even mentioned it before recently, but it bears repeating.
God has given me so much.
Mostly it is people that comprise my blessing. People who check on me, love me, accept me and are there for me. There are other things too, moments where I literally can see God's hand. This weekend I am also awed by his healing.
The desire of my heart, one of the two, maybe I should say, was granted this weekend and I am "still standing" to prove it.
As I stood in the glow of God's victory I was humbled by the people he has put in my life, the blessings they are.
I am about a third through my life. If the next sixty six percent is anywhere near as full as this past thirty three, I may be one of the richest women in the world.
I can't wait to see what else He has in store.
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Here we go...
Mom is on her way. She'll be here in the morning.
Honestly, I am excited. I'm looking forward to seeing her and can't wait to hug her.
Then there is also the part of me that is waiting with baited breath to see what will happen. How will it go. And most importantly...
What will she do.
Will she go through my personal things and meddle, say something horrific that I have to live with, hurt me, hurt Nana (not in the physical sense, I don't worry as much about that...) borrow more money.
How can one person evoke such conflicting reactions? What does it say about me that I can both adore and abhor someone at the same time.
For the most part Mom's visits go pretty well. Or they have as of late, it's usually the coda that makes them "memorable."
We'll have to see how it goes.
Honestly, I am excited. I'm looking forward to seeing her and can't wait to hug her.
Then there is also the part of me that is waiting with baited breath to see what will happen. How will it go. And most importantly...
What will she do.
Will she go through my personal things and meddle, say something horrific that I have to live with, hurt me, hurt Nana (not in the physical sense, I don't worry as much about that...) borrow more money.
How can one person evoke such conflicting reactions? What does it say about me that I can both adore and abhor someone at the same time.
For the most part Mom's visits go pretty well. Or they have as of late, it's usually the coda that makes them "memorable."
We'll have to see how it goes.
Monday, December 03, 2007
Today
First and Foremost, today my dear brother is 29, for the first time. It is so funny to think of him as grown, highly educated, married and a minister when I also remember that bright eyed cheerful little boy in the blue sear sucker Easter suit.
Also today I was squeezing one of those stress balls, the kind that are covered with mesh so that when you squeeze it the ball gooshes out of the spaces like little blisters. Often the balls change colors on the boils. Anyway I had one that was pick with orange boils. It ruptured and my hand was covered with the gak that apparently fills these balls. The only person more surprised than me, was of course my students.
Then this poor kid fell asleep in third period. Kid was out cold. Bell rang for lunch and he didn't move. The class cleared out and this kid was still sleeping. I considered leaving him there, but that seemed mean, as he probably needed to eat. So when everyone was gone, I got down and said, rather loudly, "Long Weekend?" Kid jumped up spluttering, "I'm OK. Gotta go now. Um, bye!" Later he told me his baby sister was sick last night. I believe him.
That and we are studying Romeo and Juliet, Act 2 today. The famous balcony scene. In small chunks most of it is terribly romantic. All together the whole diatribe is the most sickly sweet and disgusting display of ridiculous and juvenile behavior. It is so funny to read. The class and I spent most of the period in stitches.
Today, was a good day.
Also today I was squeezing one of those stress balls, the kind that are covered with mesh so that when you squeeze it the ball gooshes out of the spaces like little blisters. Often the balls change colors on the boils. Anyway I had one that was pick with orange boils. It ruptured and my hand was covered with the gak that apparently fills these balls. The only person more surprised than me, was of course my students.
Then this poor kid fell asleep in third period. Kid was out cold. Bell rang for lunch and he didn't move. The class cleared out and this kid was still sleeping. I considered leaving him there, but that seemed mean, as he probably needed to eat. So when everyone was gone, I got down and said, rather loudly, "Long Weekend?" Kid jumped up spluttering, "I'm OK. Gotta go now. Um, bye!" Later he told me his baby sister was sick last night. I believe him.
That and we are studying Romeo and Juliet, Act 2 today. The famous balcony scene. In small chunks most of it is terribly romantic. All together the whole diatribe is the most sickly sweet and disgusting display of ridiculous and juvenile behavior. It is so funny to read. The class and I spent most of the period in stitches.
Today, was a good day.
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