my calling in life...

...just left me a message

I was informed by my department chair this afternoon that when he recruited one of my students to help pick up materials from the library and deliver them to another teacher, the student stepped into the room full of books, looked around in wide-eyed wonderment, and proclaimed, "Wow!  I didn't know we had a library at this school!"  The bad news is I'm a terrible English teacher.  The good news is I know what we're doing on Friday.

I am his and he is mine

In Christ alone my hope is found
He is my light, my strength, my song
This Cornerstone, this solid ground
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm
What heights of love, what depths of peace
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease
My Comforter, my All in All
Here in the love of Christ I stand

In Christ alone, who took on flesh
Fullness of God in helpless babe
This gift of love and righteousness
Scorned by the ones He came to save
‘Til on that cross as Jesus died
The wrath of God was satisfied
For every sin on Him was laid
Here in the death of Christ I live

There in the ground His body lay
Light of the world by darkness slain
Then bursting forth in glorious Day
Up from the grave He rose again
And as He stands in victory
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me
For I am His and He is mine
Bought with the precious blood of Christ

No guilt in life, no fear in death
This is the power of Christ in me
From life’s first cry to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny
No power of hell, no scheme of man
Can ever pluck me from His hand
‘til He returns or calls me home
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand

dust bunnies and days off

I'm not sure which muscle my trainer isolated yesterday, but I'm quite certain it's the same one I need for vacuuming.  I should probably let it rest...wouldn't want to overdo it.  Looks like the Easter Bunny will be in good company tomorrow!

can't stop singing this...

I wish you freedom
I wish you peace
I wish you nights of stars
That beckon you to sleep
I wish you heartache
That leaves you more of a man
I wish I could be there
But I can't

I wish you places
That sit so still
Where people never ever change
and never ever will
I wish I could hold you
And make you understand
I wish I could be there
But I can't

Be good for your mama
Cause she'll need a hand to hold
Boy, she loves you
More than you'll ever know
There are rhymes and there are reasons
And times when nothing stayed the same
But you know my love still remains

I wish you wisdom
I wish you years
I wish you armies
To conquer all your fears
I wish you courage for all that life demands
I wish I could be there
But I can't

Be good for your mama
Cause she'll need a hand to hold
Boy, she loves you
More than you'll ever know
There are rhymes and there are reasons
And times when nothing stayed the same
But you know my love still remains

I wish we were together
I wish I was home
I wish there were nights
Where I was never alone
I know I've said it
But I'll say it once again
I wish I could be there
But I can't


- Gavin's Song by Marc Broussard


Thinking of you, Becca!  Your dance made this song even more of a favorite for me!

Hello, my name is...

For the past five hours, I've been working diligently on a paper about counseling gifted adolescents.  Not wanting to risk losing my work, I decided to email a copy to myself.  I opened my email account, hit "compose mail," and sat with my fingers hovering over the keys and a blank in my mind.  As I stared at the blinking cursor in the "To" field, I literally said out loud, "What's her name?"

I think it's safe to say that none of the techniques mentioned in my paper will ever have to be used on me.

warning swines

Tonight in my Adolescent Appraisal class, our professor reviewed the components of the Wechsler Intelligence Scale, which measures a person's IQ.  We went through some sample questions, which I was kind of rocking out (mind you, the specific instrument we were looking at is designed to test individuals between the ages of 6 and 16, so that's technically not bragging).  And then we got to the Picture Completion section where you look at an illustration and have to state what is missing from the picture.  An example might be a bike with no spokes in the tires.  I was proudly displaying my Highlights Magazine skills circa 1992 when a picture emerged that made me pause, squint my eyes, and tilt my head to the side like a terrier who doesn't care about your day and just wants you to give him the treat already (yeah, I made myself a boy dog in that analogy).

**NOTE: If you are a child or adolescent between the ages of 6 and 16, and you have not yet taken an IQ test but plan to do so in the near or distant future, the information I am about to share with you will invalidate your score; however, it could also keep you from embarrassing yourself.  You can determine which is more important - your integrity or your pride - and decide to keep reading or go back to your preferred spacebook site.**

Decided to keep reading, huh?  Good choice.  Now you know that when the test administrator presents you with a picture of a perfectly normal-looking pig and asks you what's missing, the correct answer is not "udders."  And when he laughs, it's not because you said "utters" instead of "teets," so don't bother asking if that's why your response was technically wrong.  Instead, take your administrator's laughing-out-loud snorts as a cue and check out the nostrilless snout on Babe.  Then, be thankful that IQ tests are administered independently and not in front of your graduate school peers who may forever think of you as the girl who said "udders" in class.

the thinks I think

Will the answer to the question, "Is it opposite day?" always be no?

Why is "undisclosed" a word?  Wouldn't it just be "closed?"