It is that time of year again. Where homework is the grudge on my shoulder and my thoughts are worth lots and lots of time and money.

I spent most of the evening cooking, and wrapping presents which was as far away from schoolwork as I could be = glorious.

Lipstick rules.

Broken thoughts are better :).


I have been panicking on whether or not elementary education is the "right" thing for me. It's mainly the same feeling as when I was about to be married. I am absolutely terrified because of the massive commitment I am making. As I think about it more, I realize that it is okay to be scared and more than likely I'll never be "ready" for anything. Being prepared is one thing, but being scared is really only telling me that I have looked at what is ahead of me and I am beginning to understand the sincerity and time and effort and money and compassion and I realize how BIG of a deal it is. And it is beautiful. And as I lay back and close my eyelids over my weary eyes I say to myself, "This is it; this is what I am called to do."
- and that my friends is how cool God is in showing us what we can do for Him.

You all should check Aaron Mitchum's album out on itunes, it's amazing, changes lives and will be released sooooooon. Not too mention Mark plays guitar in it. Woot woot.

I have come to the conclusion, that not all of us (people) take hearing, seeing, smelling, tasting, and learning for granted.

Here is one small piece of evidence: I was listening on Mark's huge headphones the Fur Elise on the Charlie Brown Christmas movie and the piano only came through in on the right side. I was so upset. My left ear was thoroughly saddened.

As far as taste buds go, if you are over indulging then of course you will not know the glory of things such as disappearing marshmallow brownies.

In other news: The National Geographic magazine I have subscribed to has made my life just that much more amazing. Just the same - the Intellectual devotional. Everyone should get a copy.

I had a nightmare that I was a failure of a fourth grade teacher. I hope that does not come true.

There is light at the end of the tunnel.