Thursday, April 30, 2009

love and thanks

No sleep.

Pass or fail.

I need a break.

Drama in the group.

Six tests in seven days.

Nine different evalution forms.

Unrecognized flu strain on campus.

And a legion of people praying for me.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

This sounds really, really applicable right now. And I can't make it fit on my page. Get over it.

Monday, April 27, 2009

call before you come

My brother left this on my phone a few weeks ago. I forgot about it... until now, obviously. We were all gone and he was home alone, preparing to go somewhere with some friends for the weekend. He called me and I didn't hear my phone.

Ryan - "I'm a free man! I fed the chickens. I fed the dog. I fixed my breakfast. I cleaned the kitchen. All in my boxers. I'm a free man. Oh yeah."

Friday, April 24, 2009

a point for Screwtape

I just kicked a hole in the wall in anger.

I have never in my life done that before... and I don't think I'll ever do it again.

Because I feel like such a fool right now. It felt so good to kick it.... for about 7 seconds. Then it just stared at me, a jagged, gaping mouth in our once smooth wall, proof that I had really done such a childish thing. I couldn't fix it, we don't have any of the stuff. And yeah, I can try to apologize for the disrespectful words that came out of my mouth, but I still said them. They still hurt you. I still destroyed the peace of the evening. So, in the morning, I've got to look at that stupid hole again ... a reminder of what a wretched sinner I am.... and why I need Jesus so very, very much.

Monday, April 20, 2009

for all have fallen short

Love does not keep an account.

I know it doesn't because God is love. But I do. Again and again I do. "Oh yeah?! Well, remember THIS?!"
Our pastor, last night, in breaking down one of the verses from the love chapter shared this insight. If God, with a very detailed record of everything we've ever said and done and everything we will say and do, placed those records at the foot of the cross and allowed His one and only Son's blood to cover them, then how can I walk up to the cross, get their account book, wipe His blood off of it, and wave it in their face? And yet leave my own book untouched? God has forgive them just like He has forgiven me. I really don't have a choice in the matter.

Monday, April 13, 2009

I've heard it's a hard language

Today, I had to spend the day with a school nurse. Two Hispanic children came in, the little boy with huge Bambi eyes, the slightly older girl, holding his arm.

Nurse: What's wrong?
Boy's eyes only get bigger
Nurse: "Are you okay?"
Girl: "She's sick. She's says she doesn't feel good."
Other woman in office (OWIO): "HE, honey. HE's a boy. Say HE."
Girl: "Yes."
Boy sits down and nurse takes his temperature
Nurse: " You don't have a temperature. Can you tell me how you feel? Does anything hurt?"
Huge tears are rolling down his cheeks
Girl: "She said she wasn't sick at her house."
OWIO and nurse: "HE. This is a HE."
Nurse: "Will you ask him in Spanish what's wrong?"
Girl speaks quietly to boy and he responds
Girl: "She says she is sick."
Nurse: "Ask him where it hurts?"
More quiet murmuring
Girl: " She says it isn't here." (tapping her head)
Nurse, sighing: "Honey... are you tired of school? Do you want to go home?"
Boy nods
Girl: "She didn't feel this way at her home."

They were so precious. The little translator, botching the pronouns, yet closer to mastering two languages than I am... and her ward, eyelashes brushing his eyebrows, completely oblivious that he was being called a girl, homesick.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

and a tall, knotted stick in my hall

For lunch I: Washed an apple, tore off a some homemade bread, and sliced from a block of cheese.
Afterwards, I half expected to find that my above-ground, glass, deck door had been changed into a red, round, wood one, tucked into a earthen knoll.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

silently, of course

I learned there are two songs you can sing while doing chest compressions in an emergency situation.

This one (and the jacket half-on and half-off is so cool).

Or "Another One Bites the Dust" by Queen. I didn't want to watch any of their videos.

The polarity of the songs cracks me up.

he's on a roll

While on the deck in the gloriousness that was yesterday's weather:

Asa: "Sshhh! Do you hear that?!"
Me: "What?"
.... ..... ....
Asa: "Hear it?"
Me: "Wow! The creek is really loud! We must have got more rain that I realized. It sounds so pretty."
Asa: "No. That noise. Right there. Hear it? ... ... It sounds like a tank."
Me: "A tank."
Asa: "Yeah, you can hear the treads."
Me: "There's a tank in our woods?"
Asa: "NO, Amy. It just sounds like there is."

Maybe we should dig a really really deep cellar.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

of course we totally don't keep anything

My Dad and brothers mow a cemetary. They have to clean off the graves periodically. I mean, it just starts to look bad when the fake flowers mildew, the real ones rot, the balloons wilt, the vases fall over and crack, wires rust... etc. etc. etc. A lot of stuff is thrown away.

Alisa: "Oh! I saw these vases at Wal-Mart! They were only 97 cents!"
Asa: "You can get them for free at the cemetary."

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

No love lost

Happy half birthday to me. Not April Fool's.

On this special occasion I would like to burn down my school. No, don't worry. I won't really. But my classmates and I are being run over, chewed up, spit out, starved, beaten, and ridiculed. Literally. How did this program get such a high rating?
Conversation between a teacher and a friend:
Friend: "Okay. I know I got it wrong. But why? Why is my answer incorrect?"
Teacher:"Well... that's just the right one. Now, sometimes, your answer would be correct. But not this time."
One quick question: aren't lectures and assigned readings supposed to represent test material? Also, please don't pull test questions from the old tests of a class that doesn't even exist anymore. That would be kind of helpful. Kind AND helpful. No, no, no.... I understand. As the teacher, you are not obligated to give us any guidance, extra information, or mercy, nor do you have to justify your late replies.

Wow. I cannot wait to get this evaluation form.
"Yes, excuse me. I'm going to need several sheets of paper, thank you."
"This isn't an essay, Amy."
"Oh, it's gonna be. It's gonna be."

Another thing I look forward to getting: one of those annoying alumni cards that request your money to support your alma mater. I'm gonna put a bullet hole through that sucker and send it right back.