Monthly Archives: May 2011

this concludes…

Today was the last official day on the school calendar. Technically it’s already the next day because I’ve got some strange will power to stay awake unreasonably late on a stormy non-school week night…but as I haven’t gone to bed yet, it’s still Tuesday night. While we were recognizing years of service and retirement in an all-staff program/assembly today, I couldn’t help but wonder how fixed I’ll ever be in a community. Some of those teachers began their teaching careers in this district and remained for 30 some years. All sorts of thoughts ran through my head; will I be committed to one district long enough for even a 10-year tenure? I can’t imagine actually retiring at this point…will I be so inclined into my upper years? I was assured that the first 10 years go fast. With 10% of that taken care of, it’s a case of “I’ll take your word for it”. I have a feeling enough living will fit within the next 9 years to hasten the passing of the decade.

I watched the second installment of Anne of Green Gables tonight. I love stories anyway, but there were moments of total empathy for Anne’s character…her first day at the Ladies’ College in particular. If my hair were red, it might have been a picture of some of my teachable moments (though I was the teacher, it was I who learned the most). Last night we celebrated the conclusion of classes with Ramona and Beezus, which is a fabulous take on the life and mind of 7 year old Ramona Quimby, as originally written by Beverly Cleary. I loved the family elements of the film.

Well, my summertime resolve is weak in its newness. I cannot stay up so fashionably late after all…ha. Vanity.

Grace to you, and Peace,



Today’s the last Tuesday of school with students. WOW, that means that I have had my last Day 3 of the year. Crazy, right? I’m feeling some anxiety about the end of the year clean up…which means I want to start early, but as long as I have kids in the room it’s probably not possible/polite/smiled upon to clean up the learning materials. HA.

I am a couple rounds and a graft away from completing my first magic loop sock with sock yarn. I have made socks before, but never with magic loop method or sock wool. Fantastic stuff, I’ll have you know. Can’t wait until the pair is done.

The weather has been gorgeous this week so far which makes being inside to do work difficult. That and I have quite a plate full of work to do (this for camp, not for school)…good work, but kind of a “where do I begin” work. I’m praying for efficient time management and productivity.

I get to rejoin my connection group soon. I’ll have a hiatus for camp, but then look forward to reuniting for weekend/sunday evening study and fellowship. It will be savored, indeed.

I have to take the lunch I packed and head to school for some World Drumming in the morning fun. Have an enjoyable and God-centered Tuesday.

misleading; terminator too; not my art.

How many phrases can I put in a subject line?

I was pulling out a dish when I saw a receipt from Wal-Mart that I got when I used the self-checkout a week ago. It says: Fast. Fun. Easy. It wasn’t fast (I was buying cards which didn’t weigh in on the scale, so it kept yelling at me to bag my items), it certainly wasn’t fun. It was easy, minus the whole fighting the machine bit. Seeing as it’s a tool that keeps people from having to be patient and rely on human service, I oppose the “fast, fun, easy” label. I usually avoid them at all costs. For some reason I didn’t that day.

I went to a local lutheran church’s production of Go, Go Jonah. It was way cute. I remembered some of the songs (in fact I believe I sang one or two out of nowhere in the last year, not recalling their origin). Made me pine a bit for the year of youth ministry I enjoyed.

Did you know Indianola is host to a gigantic heavy metal type concert/festival? LazerFest is practically in my backyard (the balloon fields). I was on a run *my first 5K of running (though I paused the run for some walking a couple times)* when I heard sirens…which weren’t for a tornado as I supposed, but to open for a screamo band. I’m finding it really difficult to discern art in this…I can hear a lot of it from inside my apartment a couple miles away. Sometimes there are some chords and stuff, but the likelihood of deafness far outweighs the possibility of detecting chords or pitches in all that noise. Too harsh? Perhaps. It’s entirely possible that the people on stage aren’t just performers but musicians. I am a person who lends credibility to rappers for their clever wordsmithing, and yet I can’t put my seal of approval on this genre. Alas.

Enjoy the week. It should be a good one here – I have a summer roommate!!! 😀

can’t help it

I got a care package in the mail from my fab sister this week. It contained handknit socks and the fixings for handknit socks (a pattern, yarn, needles). I started today by winding the ball before work which took  FOREVER. So I didn’t get to cast on until tonight.

I can’t stop.

So I’m going to hit publish, grab a bite of dinner, and get right back to it. Seriously amazing.


I was gifted an old dresser today.  It was a curb-find, evidently, and it was full of plenty of curb stuff (a mustache clipper, I believe. That sucker’s in the trash. Gross), missing a couple knobbies, and in need of some TLC, but it seems to be fairly sturdy. Once I wipe it down and paper the drawers (I could probably paint, but that would require having somewhere to do that, which I do not at this time, and am not willing to lug the thing back downstairs for no reason) I’ll start thinking of the knobs and things. Did you know neato knobs are even available at Target? Just think of the finds you could find at an actual hardware store. Awesome.

I also toured an old house to possibly rent. I have a lot to think about, being as it is old…and kind of far away. And not the greatest setup for a roommate (well, a couple could live there, but the second bedroom is about the size of my walk in closet…). We’ll see. But that has me thinking of houses again. I know the decision to go back to school or buy a house or change jobs or move is up to me, but (like a lot of people my age, I’m sure) I want to be careful…so much so that the agony of deciding is great. My discipler once told me to pray for wisdom and trust God for that (Thank you, James, for that word in chapter 1) and not wobble back and forth after that. Do I pray for wisdom in faith without doubt, or am I the wave on the sea? I can’t decide ;).

I went to the Target at Southridge on the way home. Wow, it’s a ghost town. I bought a clearance item. In honor of my blue tea cups I bought a creamer cow. It has a tacky “target home” label on the bottom (thanks so much for covering that with a sticker, Target), but it’s kind of fun. And it goes with my pie-vent rooster, white with blue porcelain. I’ll have a whole zoo before you know it.

I haven’t eaten yet and I have Bible Study to go to. At least as far as I know. 🙂 Not having texting puts ME in the “olds” category sometimes.

Have a great end-of-the-week!

Hello, sweaty

I took the week off of running. My evenings were happily spent occupied in a host of other ways and the weather was not ideal when I did technically have time. Today after Large Group contest (hosted by Indianola) I decided to take a walk to Hy-Vee to drop off my redbox and then run from there. It was a good plan, in theory, except in my rush to tie back my hair and get my headphones put in I selected the wrong podcast…which meant I was on week 7 instead of week 6. Fortunately, the last run of week 6 is a 25 minute run, just like all of week 7…unfortunately I planned to re-do the 2 ten-minute runs because I had taken time off. I didn’t realize it until about 12 minutes into the run. I decided to make it a shorter run anyway, kept running until a determined location and walked home in the aromatic flowering-tree air that makes May such a fantastic month.

I didn’t expect to be so sweaty though. Not to go into TMI or anything, but I felt sweat drop into my ear (from my forehead?)…I don’t like that feeling. I’m all for getting a bit of exercise, and raising the body temp is ideal in an Iowa spring or fall, but I never really took into consideration the ramifications of a summer running regimen being gross. That’s an oversight…clearly in Iowa it doesn’t even take much physical labor to get a bit damp…but it’s been so long that I forgot. Wake up call…a “no-duh” moment…whatever you want to call it, I am well aware now. I don’t know if I’ll be able to do it in the mornings…hard to do anything without coffee, but don’t especially look forward to coffee before a run!

I suppose I should figure out something to do for the evening and get some dinner eaten. Maybe even on my deck, in all it’s 10 square feet (ish) green-stuff encrusted goodness. Okay, maybe 15. Happy early mother’s day!

thoughts on a napkin

1. iced latte and a redbox to celebrate the end of the week

2. commitment, in general

3. going to maurices (yay) – not finding anything, even better

4. hard boiled eggs on a salad

5. lots of roma tomatoes…for free

6. state large group contest tomorrow (helping out)

7. gungor. all week long.

8. same as above, but on piano, guitar, and in my head. time…

Teacher Appreciation Week

I heard about this on a blog and didn’t quite know what to expect. Turns out, it’s timed very strategically at the beginning of May. I’m thinking a teacher had that idea. There’s something about a little pick-me-up apple in my mailbox, or muffins and coffee to start the day that says: this isn’t for nothing…hang in there. 🙂 Rest assured, I know that my job isn’t for nothing because fine educators crossed my path and inspired me to growth, but the reminders are helpful. And appreciated. Even seeing a sign in Burger King that read: “If you can read this, thank a teacher” encouraged me.

I had my final concert of the year tonight, and due to unforeseen circumstances was active in all four numbers. Ladies and gentlemen, I accompanied a chorus of voices at a public performance on piano. This is big stuff for a gal who hasn’t played piano much publicly. I fudged just a bit at a page turn (I wasn’t turning pages, but my eyes went to the wrong spot as I panicked that the page wouldn’t turn…though I knew it would. Hard to explain), but the rest was pretty accurate. This is a whoop and a holler for being on the way to better piano playing. Whoop, holler, done.

Speaking of appreciating teaching, I’m so appreciative of the study organized in Equip the People. I told you about it in an earlier post – the minor prophets. Going through some of the cross references today was AWESOME. I encountered some things I hear in church lingo in a chunk of Isaiah and Jeremiah. These are things that I’ve read in the context of the books, but never together…it was sweet!

Now I’m holding my horses for a bit until my roommate returns. I think I might buy some ice cream :D. And fruit, and such (though lunch is provided for TAW tomorrow…hehe).

Grace to you, and Peace from God the Father and the Lord Jesus Christ!

today’s specials: humble pie and cold cereal.

This weekend has been a good one. I should be careful in explaining that my trip to Ames made this a good weekend, but not for the standard reasons. Usually I tell you how good it was to be in the company of people who know me, and while that was the case for the bulk of Friday evening and Saturday, the goodness of the weekend came by the Spirit.

I drove up to Ames with a few things planned: Anthem, a tea party (royal wedding, you know), a birthday party, some work at camp. My spirit was tired and I was grumbling about numerous things…the tough school year, how tired I was, being part time instead of full…anything that came to mind. I came to Anthem not ready to worship. I met up with some friends from Indianola (which was pretty sweet, as I might have sat alone otherwise) and turned around to see a friend that I made at Iowa a long time ago…a friend whose words and smile overflowed praise, joy, and contentment for God and excitement for worship and joy in spite of circumstances. The worship itself was accompanied by admonitions from leaders to worship rightly…not to gain favor or serve God (as though human hands could), but to ascribe to him the Glory His name deserves with our entire beings. I loved it, though my very heart was broken for the poor attitude I’ve been dragging around like a mess of shackles.

This weekend has included a lot of small reunions–at camp I ran into a bunch of people I haven’t seen in some time, and though I miss them while away, we don’t stay in touch, so the eventual questions about how things are going come up. In light of the things that the Spirit put on my mind Friday night, I realized that my heart needs to examine the condition of life that God has put me in and the disservice and sin I am doing to His glory by finding it anything less than satisfying. Hard, yeah. It’s hard. But so is childbirth…not that I know from experience :). So is running (bleh). But the result of hard things? Beauty, joy, growth. I didn’t really know how to answer all of the questions with grace in my limbo state.

The sermon at Cornerstone last night was a humdinger. While talking with a friend at the birthday party afterward, I agreed that I didn’t really track an outline so much, but things Troy taught from Jude were Truth where Truth needed to be said. Jude’s audience, the Christians he was warning to keep themselves in God’s love, were aware of the examples of Cain, Balaam, and Korah…so they could read his reference to them and move on, making the connection. I knew Cain’s example, but when it came to Balaam and Korah, clueless. I am grateful for the reminder to find strength, identity and everything I need (especially in regards to my attitude as of late) from the Word of God. I’m excited to be working through a minor prophets study provided by Andrew Hancock on his blog, Equip the People because knowledge of the scripture is so much more than just knowledge…it makes the reading of the Word and interpretation richer.

Anyway, I was doing stuff at home yesterday after taking a run (perfect weather, for a change! yay!) and an immense hunger hit me. It was about 4:00…and though there were plenty of snacks, had I been in my apartment I probably would have gone for toast…there wasn’t bread for toast so I took advantage of the granola which had been offered to me (with whole milk–meant to be!). I don’t mind cereal once I’m eating it, but it’s not really my pick. As I was chewing the cold cereal I thought about life’s circumstances in an analogous way:

Comfort food…a bowl of pasta or something that hits the spot is easy and enjoyable, but the enjoyment is fleeting. The nutrition value of my favorite comfort foods is mediocre at best…I love vegetables, but I’m going to pick the french fries. So much that I keep them around for a while :).

Cold cereal…not my top choice, but loaded with protein and fiber and nutrition (depending on the variety…let’s pretend that my granola was the best and most healthy kind and that the whole milk wasn’t taboo for its fat content…it’s all I had!) that have lasting benefits for better health. Ish. I’m not a dietician.

Though I think that I prefer the cushy, comfortable happiness-inducing things in life for their relative ease, it’s the less desired events that provide the most growth and benefit.

These are not very well-composed thoughts. Not extremely original, either, but it fit right in with my heart’s humbling.

Soon I’ll head back to Indianola and hope to rejoice in the circumstances because they are in God’s plan, which is admittedly more thought-out than my own.

Have a great, sunny Sunday!