Saturday, March 31, 2012
Okay, so I'm not really sure if laughter makes you lose weight, but "they" (remember the infamous "they" of a few posts back) say that it makes you live longer. At least I think. I could be wrong because I'm pretty tired. Either way, laughter is good. Period. The end. :)
Friday, March 30, 2012
Thursday, March 29, 2012
"Every little movement she made was graceful as if timed to music, and his spirit responded like she was a song his soul already knew."
Really, you read that right. A song his soul already knew. Did you throw up a little in your mouth? I'm continuing to read the book for the principle of it, but if I come across another similar line, I might just have to chalk this one up to unfinishable.
And this is the line I just stated to Emily with lots of laughter: "No wonder we're not married. No one has responded to us like we were a song their soul already knew." But we can only hold out hope. Or maybe not. Maybe I'd just rather be single than live up to that quote!
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Monday, March 26, 2012
So, the moral of this post is this: if these three bugs (four, if you count the roach) are any indication, my prediction is if the bugs are going to be bad this summer, I vote for carrying bug spray on my key chain instead of pepper spray. And I say, bring on winter!
Friday, March 23, 2012
For 10 years I have watched Chris and Ann grow together as a couple and I have learned a lot from them. They know the art of compromise. And they know the art of just letting the other have something (for example, Chris will never compromise and watch The Sound of Music, but he doesn't stop Ann from watching it! :) ) I've watched them become parents and grow together through that experience. I've watched them learn through their struggles and rejoice together in their triumphs.
When Chris and Ann met and started dating, I joked that my brother became a better person. Who knew he could say excuse me when he burped at the table?!
And I also joked (although I had to be careful who I said it around) that once they got married Chris stopped (or significantly decreased) beating me up and started beating his wife--but only because they met through Aikido and they were supposed to beat each other up. And then I had someone--Ann--who could defend me when he did decide to beat me up! :)
Here's to 10 more years. And 10 more years after that. And 10 more years after that...
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Funny quote of the day:
One of my kindergarten clients saw me and said, "It sounds like you cut your hair." I corrected her and told her she should have said, "It looks like you cut your hair"? Later she used the phrase again, something about coloring, "It sounds like the rainbow is red." I didn't correct her the second time. :)
Sunday, March 11, 2012
On a side note, why is the "f" in Ferris wheel always capitalized? I think I might go google it right now.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
1. The bug is easily accessible and can be smushed with an object like a shoe, paper towel, newspaper, etc.
2. The bug is not above me (like on the ceiling or high on a wall).
3. The bug is not bigger than I am!
So, you can gather from the above stipulations that a roach on the ceiling does not meet my criteria. So I whined to Emily. She gave me moral support while I got a chair and a shoe. Problem is, I still can't quite comfortably reach the ceiling from a chair! So I stood on the chair and stared down the roach. It didn't move or seem overly perturbed by my presence. Sigh. I tried to crush it with the tip of the shoe, but it scurried just out of reach. At this point, I knew I was going to have to flick it. Emily's job was to see where it landed so I could then crush it. Unfortunately I did not know my own strength and I flicked it too hard. Straight onto my nightstand where it got all ninja-quick on me and scurried off the side into the dark abyss.
Needless to say, I didn't want to sleep in my room and I am STILL giving that nightstand a wide berth (as if the roach is still hanging out there and not long gone).
This afternoon I had to go to the grocery store. I put my right shoe on. Then I put my left shoe on. Once I was snug in the shoe, I felt something at the toe. I am not an external reactor, so I didn't scream, but my adrenaline got to pumping and I let out a squeak because I immediately pictured the roach trapped with my foot inside my shoe! I couldn't get the shoe off fast enough and when it landed on the floor, guess what rolled out...a piece of popcorn :). I felt a little stupid. But my heart rate didn't go down for quite some time!
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Are you singing the song with me?! :)
Last night at AWANA we had testimony night. One of our leaders had the opportunity to share her testimony and did a FABULOUS job and then the kids have an opportunity to come up and share their testimonies. I LOVE testimony night. It is one of my favorite nights at AWANA. Adults have such a hard time getting up in front of others to share anything. But these kids were actually sad when they were told that we were out of time for anyone else to share. They bless my socks off! :)
Today I had a message on my phone from one of my AWANA workers who has two girls in AWANA. She shared with me that as they were driving home from church last night her older daughter started asking a lot of questions about being saved and whether her mom thought she was a Christian. The mom shared that when they got home they continued to talk and that before she went to bed, her daughter received Christ as her Savior!!!! The other cool part about the story is that her younger daughter prayed to receive Christ last year after a testimony night!
And we had 62 girls at AWANA last night!!!! Oh my gosh. 62! That is 4 more girls than I have ever had on one night.
"Praise Him above, ye heavenly host. Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Amen."
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
My Uncle Larry posted this picture on Facebook the other day. It's amazing the memories one little picture can bring up for me. This bench sat in the basement of my grandparents' house all my growing up years. From this bench started many games of "steamroller" with the cousins. I'm not really sure of the origin of the game steamroller, come to think of it. I don't know if it was a game that one of the adults made up for us or if one of the kids made up for us or if it is an established game somewhere. Here's how it's played. All players except the steamroller get up on the bench because its a safe zone. The person playing the steamroller lays on the ground parallel to the bench but halfway across the "field." One brave soul from the bench has to go turn on the steamroller by stepping on them. Once the steamroller is on, it is his/her job to roll over everyone before they can make it across the field to the other safety zone, which means you have to jump over the steamroller as you go.
Reading my description, it sounds like a really weird game and you're probably thinking, "what kind of family did Teresa grow up in?" but when my uncle posted this picture, one by one, the comments started flowing and all the cousins started chiming in about steamroller. It is the first thing we all think of when we see this picture. Who knows if anyone ever actually sat on this bench? I have no memories of that! :)
Monday, March 5, 2012
But, as I was trying to think positively, it reminded me of a funny moment in college. Holly, Dana, and I lived in a second floor room of a three floor dorm. For about a week, around the same time every night, we would start to hear a humming noise. We were convinced that it was some sort of appliance/electronic. If you stood in the middle of the room, it would sound like it was coming from something like the computer. So you would walk up to the computer and listen closely and declare, "Nope, it's not the computer." So then you would go to the refrigerator. "Nope, it's not the refrigerator." And on and on, from the TV to the alarm clock to the stereo, back to the computer just in case. We would get so frustrated and then it would stop. Until the next night. We would bring our friends in and they would wander from one thing to the next. No one could figure out the sound. Finally, desperate one night, I went upstairs and knocked on the door of the people who lived above us. One of the girls was using a foot massager! It had been vibrating our floor! She felt really bad. I told her I didn't care, now that I knew what the sound was and if she didn't use it too late at night. But I don't remember if we ever heart it again after that.
PS. The sound upstairs always ends with their sliding door opening. But they don't dump anything out. I have no idea. But I'm not ready yet to go knock on their door. Maybe tomorrow if it interrupts NCIS. Wait...NCIS is a rerun. Maybe next week if it interrupts NCIS.
PPS. Have I mentioned that I don't like conflict?
Saturday, March 3, 2012
I read it out loud to Emily and we were both laughing really hard. Who knew I had this distinct loathing for the month of February? Emily said that I might be petrified to even start the month of February next year! Good thing I forget these things after a year.
Adieu to February!
I am thankful that February is almost over. It has been a disastrous month at work. Just about every day I would go into my supervisor's office and say one of two things:
"Can I just take a vacation until March?"
"Can I have a do-over for February?"
The meaning was the same either way. Even if I was working, it seemed almost counter-productive. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit, but not by much. It was a really bad month of billable hours. Blizzards. Flu. Children being removed. Kids visiting family. Flu.
Amazingly enough, I never got sick. I kept waiting for it. It was like waiting for the other shoe to drop.
All I can say is, "March, you better be good to me!"
And now I shall break out into singing "So Long, Farewell"... "I flit, I float, I flee flee flee, I fly..."
Woke up at 8:45, spent time with the Lord, straightened living room, bedroom, and kitchen (last night, well most of yesterday, I laid on the couch and refused to look at anything because I was so tired of the mess but didn't want to do anything about it!), read some of my book, did laundry, cleaned the bathroom, read some of my book, ate lunch, read some of my book, mopped the floors, read some of my book, washed my sheets, read some of my book, paid bills/got some mail ready to go, read some of my book, vacuumed floors, read some of my book, put the sheets back on my bed, read some of my book, ate dinner, finished my book. I actually did four loads of laundry, so laundry was woven throughout the day. And I even put it all away! Which rarely happens on the same day I do laundry. Not bad for a days work. Now, I'm going to start another book and wait for Emily to get home so we can watch the third Bourne movie.