I'm pretty sure I say this every month, but seriously, how is April already over? It seemed to fly by. My two weeks off of work probably didn't help that either, because it really doesn't seem like it's been very long at all.
In other news, today I participated in my church's community outreach called Love Bakersfield. We go out into the surrounding community, mostly based at a nearby park, and provide free services and help to the people that need it. Many things are done, including giving away clothes, groceries, and books to the families. There was a booth for bike repair and car maintenace going on in the church parking lot. The station I was part of was giving people free haircuts. My mom and I were the "receptionists" for people wanting to get their hair cut and getting them to the people actually doing the cutting. It might not sound like hard work, but we were both quite tired from the day. It was probably a combo of standing most of the day and being out in the sun that did me in. I was going to take pictures, but, well, I forgot. Actually, my camera got left in the car, so I have a good excuse.
Hope you were able to bless someone else today!
(26 days)
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
last night's dream.
Last night I had one of the strangest dreams I can ever remember having. Here's some highlights:
I was in a mall, two-stories with high ceilings. (Strange note: This exact mall was in a dream I had a couple of weeks ago) My mom got a package delivered to her while shopping (that's some pretty good service!), which she opened. It was a little black piece of something, like a piece of coal. A note with it said, "Your father is dead. Find the black pearl." As she pulled the "coal" out of the box, a couple of feathers came out with it. She threw it on the ground, apparently having handled such a substance before, and it became a black bird straight out of the cartoons with pointy white feathers on the top of its head. It didn't fly, it bounced. And when you touched it, you bounced too.
[I don't remember what happened next]
Next thing I know, we are climbing up stairs to see a friend's new apartment. She was so proud of her new place. It was one big room, and in order to pay the rent, she had to have 11 other people live there too. Lining the walls were two bunk beds, and then this "bunk bed-esque" thing, that looked like mattresses in drawers, which slept 5 people all stacked up together. (I'm hoping their rent was less!)
We then drove to get something to eat, through a series of one way streets. It was apparently the best place to eat in town, but the location changed every week, so it could be difficult to find.
Suddenly I'm back in the mall and looking for my grandma. But, we can't get to her because she is on the other side and there was a parade in the middle.
[There were some other crazy things that happened, that I unfortunately don't remember now. I should have written it down right when I woke up.]
The next part of was the strangest part of all. I dreamt that I woke up from this strange dream and was telling somebody about it, but I was really still dreaming. I was even aware that my shoulder was hurting, told them about it, but was really still dreaming. I woke up (for real this time) and by shoulder, neck, and back were all extremely sore from how I was sleeping. Or maybe it was from all that bouncing.
I was in a mall, two-stories with high ceilings. (Strange note: This exact mall was in a dream I had a couple of weeks ago) My mom got a package delivered to her while shopping (that's some pretty good service!), which she opened. It was a little black piece of something, like a piece of coal. A note with it said, "Your father is dead. Find the black pearl." As she pulled the "coal" out of the box, a couple of feathers came out with it. She threw it on the ground, apparently having handled such a substance before, and it became a black bird straight out of the cartoons with pointy white feathers on the top of its head. It didn't fly, it bounced. And when you touched it, you bounced too.
[I don't remember what happened next]
Next thing I know, we are climbing up stairs to see a friend's new apartment. She was so proud of her new place. It was one big room, and in order to pay the rent, she had to have 11 other people live there too. Lining the walls were two bunk beds, and then this "bunk bed-esque" thing, that looked like mattresses in drawers, which slept 5 people all stacked up together. (I'm hoping their rent was less!)
We then drove to get something to eat, through a series of one way streets. It was apparently the best place to eat in town, but the location changed every week, so it could be difficult to find.
Suddenly I'm back in the mall and looking for my grandma. But, we can't get to her because she is on the other side and there was a parade in the middle.
[There were some other crazy things that happened, that I unfortunately don't remember now. I should have written it down right when I woke up.]
The next part of was the strangest part of all. I dreamt that I woke up from this strange dream and was telling somebody about it, but I was really still dreaming. I was even aware that my shoulder was hurting, told them about it, but was really still dreaming. I woke up (for real this time) and by shoulder, neck, and back were all extremely sore from how I was sleeping. Or maybe it was from all that bouncing.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
the problem with spring break.
The problem with Spring Break as a substitute teacher is two-fold:
1) You are forced to take a week off of work and not get paid for it.
2) The teachers are all rested up and there isn't much demand for subs the week after.
It's a good thing I have lots of homework to get done this week. So, really it's a good thing. Really.
(29 days)
1) You are forced to take a week off of work and not get paid for it.
2) The teachers are all rested up and there isn't much demand for subs the week after.
It's a good thing I have lots of homework to get done this week. So, really it's a good thing. Really.
(29 days)
Sunday, April 24, 2011
he is risen.
Easter. What a day to celebrate!
“Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?"
The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
(I Cor. 15:55-56)
Today dawned with my dad waking up with a severe sore throat and cold. Mom, Lindsay and I went to church, which was a good service. We came back home, finished preparations for lunch, and then I sat around for awhile. Literally just sat.
Lunch was...how should I put it? Awkward. My dad stayed upstairs, so it was Mom, Lindsay, and I, as well as my grandma, great aunt, great uncle, and Lindsay's boyfriend Liam. The "old folks" basically ate silently for the meal, not contributing to the conversation. Occasionally my grandma would ask my great aunt a question (loudly), to which she couldn't hear, grandma repeated, and so it went on.
I couldn't finish eating fast enough and start cleaning up. Dishes done. Dyed some eggs (mine were ugly, as usual). Sat around and did nothing for awhile. Grandma left. Lindsay and Liam left. Aunt and uncle went out to their trailer. I went upstairs. Did a little online browsing/shopping. Sat around for awhile. Had some dinner. Decided that doing some work would be more entertaining than nothing, so I went back upstairs. Went downstairs and crocheted while the family talked at the table. Watched Amazing Race. And, now this.
Not the most exciting of days, that's for sure. But what a day to celebrate!
(32 days)
“Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?"
The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
(I Cor. 15:55-56)
Today dawned with my dad waking up with a severe sore throat and cold. Mom, Lindsay and I went to church, which was a good service. We came back home, finished preparations for lunch, and then I sat around for awhile. Literally just sat.
Lunch was...how should I put it? Awkward. My dad stayed upstairs, so it was Mom, Lindsay, and I, as well as my grandma, great aunt, great uncle, and Lindsay's boyfriend Liam. The "old folks" basically ate silently for the meal, not contributing to the conversation. Occasionally my grandma would ask my great aunt a question (loudly), to which she couldn't hear, grandma repeated, and so it went on.
I couldn't finish eating fast enough and start cleaning up. Dishes done. Dyed some eggs (mine were ugly, as usual). Sat around and did nothing for awhile. Grandma left. Lindsay and Liam left. Aunt and uncle went out to their trailer. I went upstairs. Did a little online browsing/shopping. Sat around for awhile. Had some dinner. Decided that doing some work would be more entertaining than nothing, so I went back upstairs. Went downstairs and crocheted while the family talked at the table. Watched Amazing Race. And, now this.
Not the most exciting of days, that's for sure. But what a day to celebrate!
(32 days)
Thursday, April 21, 2011
the countdown is on.
I try not to spend my life counting down the days so as to wish my life away. However, there are some major events that I can't help but countdown to. Graduation is one of them. Right now I am 36 Days, 3 Hours, 25 Minutes, and 50 Seconds away from getting my diploma. Yes, I do have a countdown on my computer. No, I won't admit how long it's been there.
All of this is to say, of course, that "Senioritis," or whatever you call it when you are a graduate student, is setting in. And it's coming on strongly!
I still have 5 papers to write. I should probably work on them rather than just talk about them, but...well, then it wouldn't be senioritis!
I have my cap and gown, my announcements are ordered, and all I have left to do is actually finish my courses. I guess I'll get on that...
All of this is to say, of course, that "Senioritis," or whatever you call it when you are a graduate student, is setting in. And it's coming on strongly!
I still have 5 papers to write. I should probably work on them rather than just talk about them, but...well, then it wouldn't be senioritis!
I have my cap and gown, my announcements are ordered, and all I have left to do is actually finish my courses. I guess I'll get on that...
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
the past week.
I was doing so well staying up to date. And then I had a few crazy days. So, here goes.
Wednesday dawned bright and early as I left the house at 7:00 and started my three-day sub job in a 2nd grade class. When I got the call the week before, it said 7:20-11:00am for Wed, Thu, Fri. It's a little odd that there were three half day jobs, but I figured maybe meetings or something. Anyway, I get to the office and the lady there was filling out my paperwork and wrote down "full day." So I asked her about it, she checked the sub system, and said I was write, but she thought the teacher was having surgery. I went on to the classroom and noticed that there were plans there for the whole day. I went back to the office at recess, not feeling very confident that someone else was coming to take over the class at 11:00. So she calls the teacher and it turns out that she meant to put the job in as all day Wed, all day Thursday, and then until 11 on Friday. Yeah, probably should have checked on that one. Anyway, I was able to stay Wednesday for the whole day, but I already have an afternoon job on Thursday, so they had to call in another sub for the afternoon.
Wednesday evening I was sitting at the dinner table and heard my phone ring upstairs. I had left it since I already had jobs for the week and the next week was Spring Break. Well, I learned my lesson. I raced upstairs, but missed the call. As it turns out, it was the call I was waiting for to tell me that I have an interview for a teaching job next year. I am extremely excited to have been one of 10 people chosen out of 200ish applications. There are three positions open, so I have a shot, but the odds are still against me. Please, please keep praying! Of course, I want the job, but more than that I want to be ok with the outcome if it is a no. But, maybe just keep praying it's a yes :)
Thursday I was back in second grade in the morning. It was a great class, by the way. Lots of sweet kids and really no problems beyond talking. After that, I ran by my mom's office and changed clothes (I was wearing a white shirt and khaki pants,,,and those don't mix well with preschool) and went to sub in pre-K for the afternoon, 12-5:30. Funniest overheard conversation from that day:
Boy 1: On Friday I get to go to Sea World.
Boy 2: What's Sea World?
Boy 1: It's a whole world about seas and stuff. You know, sea lions...
[It was fantastic...]
Friday was like a rerun of Thursday, with one little perk. Friday was a 2 hour early out, which meant that lunch had to start early to get all the grades through. Second grade's lunch started at 10:30, so as soon as the kids got through the lunch line, I got to leave. Sweet!
That evening I was going to help a friend with a school project at 7, so my mom decided we should go to dinner. We met at BJ's as soon as I was done with preschool. By the time I arrived, she had already ordered for me. My baked potato (yum!) arrived a few minutes later, only it wasn't right. I was going to eat it, but the waitress came by and my mom told her. She took it back and then came back to tell us that she put the order in right and doesn't know why the kitchen got it wrong. While I'm waiting for my new food, my mom's burger came, also wrong. She ordered a classic cheeseburget and got a bacon burger with no cheese. Hmm, close. The waitress came by again, still no potato, and tells us that a manager will be bringing my food out soon. It had been expedited, but took about 15 minutes. Anyway, the kitchen manager did finally bring the food and apologized to us, but told us that the waitress put the order in wrong. After the drama with my food, my mom didn't want to say anything about her's, but did tell the manager about it. He apologized again and offered to make her another one to take with her, but leftover burgers aren't very fantastic, so she said no. He offered a pizookie, so we said yes to that. The waitress again comes over to say she was sorry and that the manager had told her all about it. She brings us the bill, telling us she took care of our drinks. We look at it and she charged us for the on-the-house pizookie! The restaurant manager comes over now and we tell him that now there is a problem with the bill. He goes away, gets the whole story, and finally tells us that he took care of the whole bill. It was so unbelievable at the time. Well, still is, really. We just couldn't believe it!
Saturday was a nothing day. I was extremely tired and felt like I was trying to fight off a cold.
Sunday my aunt, uncle, and grandma came over for lunch. And I did some homework. It was a very exciting weekend.
Monday started Spring Break for elementary schools, but I still had my class to go to. So off to Biola I went. I got to visit with wonderful friends that afternoon before I went to class. The sad part of the day was when I realized that I had four papers to write for that class instead of just one big one. He hadn't made it very clear until then. And then, as I sat in class, I started to feel like I had a fever, my body was aching, and my face was hurting (as in my sinuses). On the up side, we got out of class 20 minutes early (that never happens!) so I stopped by Target and got some meds to manage the trip home.
Tuesday I finally decided that I probably had a sinus infection and got a prescription to help. I didn't get a ton done because I wasn't feeling fantastic. I did finish my Bible study and then went last night. It was our first real night of a new study, so I hated to miss.
So far today I dropped my car off to get the oil changed and then went to lunch with my mom and a friend. We ran to Target afterward, then I picked up my car and came home.
I need to get to work now...
Wednesday dawned bright and early as I left the house at 7:00 and started my three-day sub job in a 2nd grade class. When I got the call the week before, it said 7:20-11:00am for Wed, Thu, Fri. It's a little odd that there were three half day jobs, but I figured maybe meetings or something. Anyway, I get to the office and the lady there was filling out my paperwork and wrote down "full day." So I asked her about it, she checked the sub system, and said I was write, but she thought the teacher was having surgery. I went on to the classroom and noticed that there were plans there for the whole day. I went back to the office at recess, not feeling very confident that someone else was coming to take over the class at 11:00. So she calls the teacher and it turns out that she meant to put the job in as all day Wed, all day Thursday, and then until 11 on Friday. Yeah, probably should have checked on that one. Anyway, I was able to stay Wednesday for the whole day, but I already have an afternoon job on Thursday, so they had to call in another sub for the afternoon.
Wednesday evening I was sitting at the dinner table and heard my phone ring upstairs. I had left it since I already had jobs for the week and the next week was Spring Break. Well, I learned my lesson. I raced upstairs, but missed the call. As it turns out, it was the call I was waiting for to tell me that I have an interview for a teaching job next year. I am extremely excited to have been one of 10 people chosen out of 200ish applications. There are three positions open, so I have a shot, but the odds are still against me. Please, please keep praying! Of course, I want the job, but more than that I want to be ok with the outcome if it is a no. But, maybe just keep praying it's a yes :)
Thursday I was back in second grade in the morning. It was a great class, by the way. Lots of sweet kids and really no problems beyond talking. After that, I ran by my mom's office and changed clothes (I was wearing a white shirt and khaki pants,,,and those don't mix well with preschool) and went to sub in pre-K for the afternoon, 12-5:30. Funniest overheard conversation from that day:
Boy 1: On Friday I get to go to Sea World.
Boy 2: What's Sea World?
Boy 1: It's a whole world about seas and stuff. You know, sea lions...
[It was fantastic...]
Friday was like a rerun of Thursday, with one little perk. Friday was a 2 hour early out, which meant that lunch had to start early to get all the grades through. Second grade's lunch started at 10:30, so as soon as the kids got through the lunch line, I got to leave. Sweet!
That evening I was going to help a friend with a school project at 7, so my mom decided we should go to dinner. We met at BJ's as soon as I was done with preschool. By the time I arrived, she had already ordered for me. My baked potato (yum!) arrived a few minutes later, only it wasn't right. I was going to eat it, but the waitress came by and my mom told her. She took it back and then came back to tell us that she put the order in right and doesn't know why the kitchen got it wrong. While I'm waiting for my new food, my mom's burger came, also wrong. She ordered a classic cheeseburget and got a bacon burger with no cheese. Hmm, close. The waitress came by again, still no potato, and tells us that a manager will be bringing my food out soon. It had been expedited, but took about 15 minutes. Anyway, the kitchen manager did finally bring the food and apologized to us, but told us that the waitress put the order in wrong. After the drama with my food, my mom didn't want to say anything about her's, but did tell the manager about it. He apologized again and offered to make her another one to take with her, but leftover burgers aren't very fantastic, so she said no. He offered a pizookie, so we said yes to that. The waitress again comes over to say she was sorry and that the manager had told her all about it. She brings us the bill, telling us she took care of our drinks. We look at it and she charged us for the on-the-house pizookie! The restaurant manager comes over now and we tell him that now there is a problem with the bill. He goes away, gets the whole story, and finally tells us that he took care of the whole bill. It was so unbelievable at the time. Well, still is, really. We just couldn't believe it!
Saturday was a nothing day. I was extremely tired and felt like I was trying to fight off a cold.
Sunday my aunt, uncle, and grandma came over for lunch. And I did some homework. It was a very exciting weekend.
Monday started Spring Break for elementary schools, but I still had my class to go to. So off to Biola I went. I got to visit with wonderful friends that afternoon before I went to class. The sad part of the day was when I realized that I had four papers to write for that class instead of just one big one. He hadn't made it very clear until then. And then, as I sat in class, I started to feel like I had a fever, my body was aching, and my face was hurting (as in my sinuses). On the up side, we got out of class 20 minutes early (that never happens!) so I stopped by Target and got some meds to manage the trip home.
Tuesday I finally decided that I probably had a sinus infection and got a prescription to help. I didn't get a ton done because I wasn't feeling fantastic. I did finish my Bible study and then went last night. It was our first real night of a new study, so I hated to miss.
So far today I dropped my car off to get the oil changed and then went to lunch with my mom and a friend. We ran to Target afterward, then I picked up my car and came home.
I need to get to work now...
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
random ads.
I can appreciate the ads on Facebook and how they try to target their audience. Their a lot less creepy than the ones on gmail, that's for sure. But this might be one of the most random Facebook ads I've seen:
"My mother told me I could become a doctor. Now I'm an ophthalmologist and a mother. My name is Helen Newton and I'm a Mormon."
I'm missing the connection...
"My mother told me I could become a doctor. Now I'm an ophthalmologist and a mother. My name is Helen Newton and I'm a Mormon."
I'm missing the connection...
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