28 February 2006


I discovered a couple of years ago that I liked video editing. Here are a few videos I made...

"Healed" Some of the photography is mine, but the majority is from various sources

"Offering" My nature photography set to music

"Mexico 2005" Mission trip to Reynosa, Mexico last year I went on with my JV/Varsity kids (I am the one with glasses and a tomato-like head)

"The Price of Freedom" A little teaser trailer I did for a book I'm writing (that would make an excellent movie)

27 February 2006

ATTENTION Rose, Sarah, Leila, and Morgan...

Leila and Sarah, I didn't have your e-mails, so I had to post this...

Dear Sisters in Christ and Fellow Bloggers,

The Lord has laid upon my heart for the past two weeks to make a blog for the purpose of edifying and teaching young women (junior high - highschool). Chapter two of Titus exhorts older women to teach younger women (though I am still young myself, and only a college student). I know we each have young women in our lives (I have been blessed to mentor several junior-high girls) who might benefit greatly from this.

I did not want to author by myself, because it would be more beneficial for the girls to get perspectives from women of different ages and walks of life. Sarah, Morgan, and I are college-aged, and Leila and Rose are moms with plenty of experience.

Would you ladies please pray and consider joining me in creating a blog for this specific purpose? I hold each of you in high esteem and would consider myself very blessed to be a co-discipler with you ladies.

Your Sister in Christ,

You asked for it...

I realized I only had two poems that I had actually typed and saved on my computer. The rest of my poetry is stashed in my volumes of journals. Maybe I should post a poem a week. Much of my poetry is free-form, just to warn you. Only a few of my poems actually have any rhyming structure.

I firmly believe that the reader should be given some context in which a work was created, so I shall give you some background. This poem was written about a couple of years ago after I watched two girls I knew from high school go through with pregnancies out of wedlock. Both had thought me funny and naive because I didn't have a boyfriend or had never been kissed; this was that period of adolescence where "everyone has someone except you," but I knew that I had Jesus, the Lover of my soul. What a great comfort! So who was naive?

My Love Story

They all "fell in love,"
They all fell apart.
To every one --
A broken heart.
First love at sixteen,
First date, first kiss...
First to fall.
They all had someone
To love and to hold.

They looked at me in pity
'Cause I "had no love story."
My lips were ne'er kissed,
Nor heart giv'n away.
But none of them
Knew real love.
For indeed, I have a love story...

He can't be seen;
He can't be touched...
Yet my Love's more real
Than theirs will ever be.

I have the real love story...

26 February 2006

Poetry, anyone?

I thought about posting some of my poetry on my blog. Thoughts, anyone?

Unselfish Courage

Something really struck me this afternoon (no, not the flu again). I was reading my friend Jason's blog and was "pricked in the heart" about something.

I hate war and fighting. The only thing I liked about the military was the television show M*A*S*H (don't laugh). I never liked (nor supported) our military going into Iraq, and couldn't understand when Jason left to attend the Airforce Academy. I knew he loved flying, but I couldn't understand why he had to do it through the military. Then I read this recent post of his...


That really convicted me of my attitude towards the military (and my government, in general) and gave me a different approach. If only every military person felt the same way.

An English Morning

I just finished a large late Sunday breakfast, while watching a television program on the Tower of London. It made me feel English, even though I have miniscule traces of English blood.

Now I am watching the British Academy Film Awards. Oh yay! Scotsman James McAvoy won the Orange Rising Star Award! I think he's cute. Sorry. I am thinking out loud as I am watching.

25 February 2006

My Wild Side...

Tonight, we played a rare "family" game. I say rare, because we are all rarely at home the same time (except on holidays) and want to play a game at the same time. I am not much for playing games of any kind, which seems odd for my kind of personality. When I do play, I am highly competitive.

Perhaps it was due to my illness, or because I've been cooped up in the house all weekend...I got rather wild. I had been on a winning streak in "Spoons" and was unexpectedly beat by my dad. Who can say why I lunged across the table at him? One of the great mysteries of life... or a hysterical loser?

24 February 2006

To be cute, or not to be cute... is that the question?

We've been having a "cuteness" discussion on Matthew's blog, so I felt led to post something cute on my blog.

Webster's Dictionary defines cute as such: (1) a: clever or shrewd often in an underhanded manner b: impertinent, smart-alecky [don't get cute with me] (2) attractive or pretty especially in a dainty or delicate way (3) obviously straining for effect

Wikipedia has a rather lengthy article about cute.

Carey's Dictionary defines the different levels of cute as: (1) adorable cute (2) funny cute (3) quirky cute (4) good-looking cute (5) childish cute

Each one of these main categories has many sub-categories and sub-sub-categories, but you get the gist of it.

For instance, my friends think I'm cute because I resemble a hobbit -- roundish, rosy-cheeked, and very short (5'0") with a quirky personality. Why is this cute? Search me.

What do your slippers say about you?

23 February 2006


Just for fun, I decided to look at Oriental house slippers. Here are some of my favourites...

My First Will and Testament

To Julia and Susan, I leave all my perfumes, cosmetics, etc... basically anything in my bathroom.

To Sarah, I leave all of my books (there's also a box under my bed... don't look at the other stuff).

To Jason, every electronic thing I owned (including the laptop).

To Morgan, all my furniture and artwork (you'll need it when you get a little house of your own).

To Beth and Bekah, my entire wardrobe (but you may want to give it to homeless people).

To Hannah, my fat old bunny rabbit. Spoil her well.

And to Matthew, my very worn study Bible.

Adlai... take care of Jeremy and keep him in line for me. Do whatever it takes... espionage, hacking,etc.

This is what shall come to pass should I die of puking, snotty nose, and the chills. I have spoken.

Struck Down

There is never a convenient time to get sick. Once again, I have been struck with the plague. Okay, it's only streptococcol pharyngitis, but I feel like I'm going to die. Perhaps I should write a will... just in case.

Tommorrow I am supposed to turn in a paper and take two exams, but I am currently contacting professors to see if I might take the tests at a later date. They really don't want me to be in school. I'm a coughing, snotty, queasy, red-nosed wreck on four hours of sleep. Hopefully, with more rest, I can still go the women's retreat this weekend. Mom and I have looked forward to some mother-daughter time away from those strange males that share a house with us.

22 February 2006

"Run Ragged" part 2

I got out of History class early. Sometimes I think my professor is only "teaching to test." She practically gave us everything that would be on the test to study for... told us the essay subjects, every term we'd have, etc. I don't know why that bothers me, but it does.

After class was over, I left to pick up Dad at Vision Ministries (an outreach program for the community). Since he's no longer working and on disability, he has plenty of extra time to volunteer. When he got into the car, Dad apologized for the yelling match, and I sealed the truce with a visit to the local coffee shop. *laughs* We have so many truces.

"Run Ragged"

I'm at school, so I don't have a lot of time to post.

Yesterday my boss called me at 7:00 AM. Her youngest daughter was very sick and she was obviously not going to be at work that day. Then she asked me to step in for her. It was very tiring (especially since I was doing the work of 2 people), but I actually enjoyed it. I like doing administrative work.

When I returned home from work, I had one hour to freshen up before taking off to the college group Bible study/meeting. Needless to say, I slept very well last night.

This morning originally started off well... until Dad and I had a big argument and shouting match over something very trivial. Let's just say this trivial thing was "the straw that broke the camel's back" (one of my mother's many odd sayings).

Literature class was pretty boring today. We mainly discussed the paper that is due this Friday. My Speech class was cancelled, which gave me a very long lunch break (explaining why I am posting from school). Nutrition is in 20 minutes. We are going to continue discussing essential fatty acids... yay. After that is History. I hate the way my History professor talks about the Puritans. Monday she was ranting about Jonathan Edwards' Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God and bashing George Whitefield for his "theatrics."

20 February 2006

Somos Novios (It's Impossible)

Andrea Bocellie and Christina Aguilera? I know the combination sounds bizarre, but this is a really beautiful song... slow, sultry, and Latin. Good song to do the foho to. (Windows Media Player required)


19 February 2006

Tonight, tonight... wasn't just any night...

My boss called to ask if I could sub tonight. I had to miss my time with my junior-high and high-school students to work in the nursery... with the youngest infants (4 mo. - 10 mo.). They're cute, but... oi. There was this one little girl who cried/screamed the entire time.

I leaned over to Mom and whispered, "I know this sounds sadistic, but I would really like to give her a good spanking." She was probably tired and teething, so it wasn't her fault. I just wanted to turn her volume down... or mute. Will someone please invent a remote for children? I rocked another baby girl to sleep. No problem. She fussed very little and I found it quite theraputic to rock her. Those mommy hormones kicked in... horror of horrors... I scare myself.

Now I am listening to the soundtrack of Schindler's List. It is so sad-sounding, but I love mournful music. That movie made me cry. So did The Passion of the Christ, Gladiator, and the Last Samurai. Braveheart didn't make me cry... I just want to beat up an Englishman after watching it (sorry Matthew). I'm sounding weird now. Need to go to... yawn... sleep... zzzzzzzzz.

Movies I'd like to see...

  • Pride and Prejudice: I loved the 1995 BBC production starring Colin Firth. *swoon* (It was hugely popular amongst my female peers in junior high. We would watch it at almost every slumber party.) This new one with Kiera Knightly *gag* rouses my suspicions, but I am willing to give it a go. (Quicktime Trailer)
  • The New World: Although I hate Collin Farrell, I am still curious to see this movie. I have a weakness for historical dramas. (Quicktime Trailer)
  • Open Season: I know it's an animated kids movie, but Billy Connolly does the voice of an angry squirrel... how could I miss that? (Quicktime Trailer)
  • Fateless: Another historical drama I'd really like to see. (Quicktime Trailer)
  • End of the Spear: A drama about the murder of Jim Elliot and the other four missionaries with him (Quicktime Trailer)

Today is my mom's birthday!

18 February 2006

Things to do in an elevator

This is a hilarious post from a fellow blogger. It will have you laughing.



The Oscars are only two weeks away! Vote for who you think will win...


I'm voting for Chronicles of Narnia and Munich. God forbid Brokeback Mountain should win anything, but I have this sick feeling it will walk away with a lot of oscars... so goes our perverse and degenerate culture.

Oh, the weather outside is frightful...

The air is damp and chill. A nipping breeze plays among the trees, teasing the remaining leaves that still cling to the bare branches. Dreary grey clouds hang low enough to kiss the earth. I sit in the living room, wrapped in an old sweater and snuggled under a mound of blankets. A dull light seeps through the linen curtains, beckoning me to a drowsy sleep.

Are you feeling sleepy yet?

Weathermen are predicting freezing rain for this weekend. I love this kind of weather; it gives me an excuse to snuggle under blankets and read a good book.

17 February 2006

40 ways to annoy your roommate...

  1. Switch the sheets on your beds while s/he is at class.
  2. Twitch a lot.
  3. Talk while pretending to be asleep.
  4. Steal a fishtank. Fill it with beer and dump sardines in it. Talk to them.
  5. Learn to levitate. While your roommate is looking away, float up out of your seat. When s/he turns to look, fall back down and grin.
  6. Speak in tongues.
  7. Move your roommate's personal effects around. Start subtly. Gradually work up to big things, and eventually glue everything s/he owns to the ceiling.
  8. Walk and talk backwards.
  9. Kill roaches with a monkey wrench while playing Wagnerian Arias on a kazoo. If your roommate complains, explain that it is for your performance art class (or hit him/her with the wrench).
  10. Chain yourself to your roommate's bed. Get him/her to bring you food.
  11. Get a computer. Leave it on when you are not using it. Turn it off when you are.
  12. Ask your roommate if your family can move in "just for a couple of weeks."
  13. Fake a heart attack. When your roommate gets the paramedics to come, pretend nothing happened.
  14. Eat glass.
  15. Smoke ballpoint pens.
  16. Smile. All the time.
  17. Burn all your waste paper while eyeing your roommate suspiciously.
  18. Hide a bunch of potato chips and cookies in the bottom of a trash can. When you get hungry, root around in the trash. Find the food, and eat it. If your roommate empties the trash before you get hungry, demand that s/he reimburse you.
  19. Leave a declaration of war on your roommate's desk. Include a list of grievances.
  20. Shoot rubber bands at your roommate while his/her back is turned, and then look away quickly.
  21. Dye all your underwear lime green.
  22. Buy three loaves of stale bread. Grow mold in the closet.
  23. Remove your door. Ship it to your roommate's parents (postage due).
  24. Pray to Azazoth or Zoroaster. Sacrifice something nasty.
  25. Whenever your roommate walks in, wait one minute and then stand up. Announce that you are going to take a shower. Do so. Keep this up for three weeks.
  26. Arrange thirteen toothbrushes of different colors on your dresser. Set one aside from the rest. Laugh hysterically at the one toothbrush. When your roommate asks about it, refuse to discuss the situation.
  27. Paint your half of the room black.
  28. Put your mattress underneath your bed. Sleep down under there and pile your dirty clothes on the empty bedframe. If your roommate comments, mutter "Gotta save space," twenty times while twitching violently.
  29. Put horseradish in your shoes.
  30. Shelve all your books with the spines facing the wall. Complain loudly that you can never find the book that you want.
  31. Always flush the toilet three times.
  32. Listen to radio static.
  33. Open your window shades before you go to sleep each night. Close them as soon as you wake up.
  34. Cry a lot.
  35. Send secret admirer notes on your roommate's e-mail.
  36. Whenever you go to sleep, start jumping on your bed. Do so for a while, then jump really high and act like you hit your head on the ceiling. Crumple onto your bed and fake like you were knocked out. Use this method to fall asleep every night for a month.
  37. If your roommate goes away for a weekend, change the locks.
  38. Whenever his/her parents call and ask for your roommate, breathe into the phone for 5 seconds then hang up.
  39. Collect all of your pencil shavings and sprinkle them on the floor.
  40. Create an imaginary cat for a pet. Talk to it every night, act like you're holding it, keep a litter box under your desk. After two weeks, say that your cat is missing. Put up signs in your dorm, blame your roommate.
More to come...

If you were a dog...

Use your imagination for minute, however excruciating that may be.

If you were a dog, what breed would you be? Think about your temperament and then what dog breed comes to mind?

My family laughs over what dog breeds we would be...

  • Mom is hot-tempered, over-active, and cute... Chihuahua
  • Dad is extraordinarily patient and moves slowly... Basset Hound or English Sheep Dog
  • Jeremy is blonde, active, and a little rowdy... Golden Retriever
  • David seems grumpy and foreboding, but he's really a big softie... English Bulldog

I'm not sure what I would be. I can be very active and frisky, but also gentle and sweet. Mom says I'm more like a cat... unpredictable and with a mind of my own. Anyone have any ideas?

Screeching Hault

Apparently God knew the only way to make me slow down was to strike me with the stomach flu. I have been constantly active for 4 & 1/2 consecutive weeks and apparently God thought I needed to slow down. He also knew that a cold or the regular flu would not stop me, but a stomach flu would. I think He's trying to tell me something... CAREY SLOW DOWN!

16 February 2006

Blonde... James Blonde

Being a huge Sean Connery fan, I have doubted every other James Bond. Sean Connery is James Bond. The rest are faint copies.

Late 2005 saw English actor Daniel Craig (pictured left) elected the new 007. He is the first blonde to play the part. I reserve judgement for now.

I kept up with Bond news when I heard that Irishman Pierce Brosnan was finally going to be replaced. Hallelujah! Among those considered was hunky Scotsman, Gerard Butler (pictured right). He can't sing really well, but he looks cute toting a gun in a tuxedo. Personally, I think Butler should have gotten the part. The original James Bond was a Scotsman and I think the tradition should continue. Besides, it is a known fact that Scotsmen are sexier than Englishmen (maybe it's the kilts).

The Odd Couple

My parents are certainly the oddest couple I have ever known. They are such opposites it's amusing.

Dad was raised Mennonite on a farm in Kansas. As a result, he is very conservative.
  • Dad prefers women to have long hair, dress very modestly (i.e. long dresses and such), but he doesn't care about head-coverings.
  • He is what feminists would label a "male chauvenist."
  • Dad's side of the family is full of ultra-conservative legalists.

Mom was raised nominal Methodist. Her parents were a classic materialistic middle-class couple of the 50s.
  • When she was my age (in the 60s and early 70s), Mom was a hippie in California... a wild flower child.
  • Everyone on her side of the family has been married at least twice, some are in drug rehab, and one was gay.
  • Janis Joplin was my third cousin (that ought to tell you something).

They've butted heads often enough, but Mom and Dad get along really well. They're a cute, but odd couple. God had a sense of humour when He put them together.

Which makes me wonder... horror of horrors... what is God going to do with me??? Let's see... what would be a funny match with me? *laughs* I'll leave this to my reader's imagination.

15 February 2006

I know what you did last Valentines Day...

Usually, I spend my Valentines Day by stewing at home in a hateful feminist mood. This year, I decided to change things. Sure, I still had my feminist moments, but I had FUN this time.

As I mentioned in my previous post, two friends wanted to "introduce" me to their life-style. They took me to a Valentines dance hosted by our church's college ministry (so it was quite safe -- no dirty dancing). I must admit I was rather skeptical about the whole thing. All I could think of was how miserable I was the last time I went to a similar occasion... senior prom...

It may sound a little shallow to some, but I was horribly insecure about my image at prom. For an overweight young woman to be surrounded by other young women who had waif-like figures and could get away with any dress they wished, it was a nightmare. I hid in the women's restroom a good half hour and cried before my friend Kate could coax me out. Young men at that age are shallow and only dance with the "pretty" girls. The only two male dancing partners I had that night were my friend's little brother and a very dear friend (who probably felt sorry for me).

With these memories haunting me, I agreed to go to this dance. Am I crazy? I kept asking myself. Will I end up watching from the sidelines again?

I think what gave me more confidence this time was the fact that I had become more comfortable with my image. God looks on the heart, and the beauty of Christ shines more radiantly than any beautiful face could. Character is more important. (Also, losing 30 pounds helps... that's right people, 30 in counting!)

Susan, Julia, and I accidentally arrived early (which was fine with me... my only thought was to disappear in a corner). Susan thought it started at 7 PM. We arrived at 7:20 -- "fashionably late" as Susan puts it -- only to discover the dance did not start until 8 PM. We walked in to survey the auditorium. There were little white lights strung across the vaulted ceiling; a disco ball illuminated the vast expanse of darkness with dots of light, giving off a magical atmosphere. Julia and I tested out the dancefloor while Susan took pictures. We laughed over a running bet that no guy would dance with me.

People began to arrive, and the dancing soon followed. At first, I felt awkward (a common feeling for me), but soon got into the "groove" and let loose. It was so much more fun than prom. Most of the dancing was hip-hop style, but waltzing and swing-dancing were also introduced (which required two instructors for the bewildered crowd). Being more my forte, I actually assisted in teaching a young man how to waltz and another how to swing dance. It was funny teaching a man how to lead, but I really enjoyed myself. And yes, I lost the bet... by the end of my stay I had three different dancing partners... all of the male species.

Though Julia and Susan didn't really succeed in turning me into a "party girl" (whatever that is), they certainly helped me get out of my shell. Thanks ladies!

L to R: Susan, me (lace, pink, and a skirt in one outfit!), and Julia

14 February 2006

Nerd Gone Party Girl?

I have a few friends (I won't mention your names, Julia and Susan) that are determined to turn me into a social party girl (as Susan says). Can they accomplish this feat? Can they actually turn a bespectacled nerd into a glam queen? I doubt it. Will they succeed in making me wear girly clothes instead of my combat boots, jeans, and sweatshirts?

To be continued... Part 2: I Know What You Did Last Valentines Day

12 February 2006


I thought I'd post some links to some of my favourite sermon series...

The Lost Art of Disciple-Making
Tom Nelson

Tom Nelson

Navigating the Iceburgs of Life
Tom Nelson

Jesus Among Other Gods
Ravi Zacharias

The Holiness of God
R.C. Sproul

10 February 2006

An Interesting Day

Morning saw me up bright and early... maybe not bright, but certainly early. I allowed myself at least three hours to do my morning devotions, re-write a speech, shower and dress, eat breakfast, and pack my lunch. Plenty of time, right? Re-writing my speach took much longer than anticipated and everything was hastily crammed into one hour. I finally ran out the door fifteen minutes late and drove like a madwoman to get to school on time. Visions of arriving late crowded my mind. I was never late.

Thankfully, I arrived just before Prof. Franklin did. We had yet another interesting discussion. He's been on this Evolution vs. Intelligent Design "kick" (even though this is a literature & composition class) ever since I challenged his stance on Evolution. During today's discussion, Dr. Franklin introduced the term entropy while talking about the Big Bang. Remembering my high school physics, I raised my hand.

"Then how do you explain Evolution in terms of entropy?"

He paused and gave me a curious look.

"How do you explain the process of an egg and sperm coming together to create you? There is some 'force' behind it that science has yet to explain."

The discussion continued. Dr. Franklin argued that Intelligent Design is not science, because it cannot be proven with tangible evidence. I raised my hand again.

"How would you define science?"

He was actually speechless for a few seconds. "I have tried to come up with a really good definition for science, but have not yet succeeded. The best definition I have heard is 'the study of things we can explain by repetitive and [tangible] evidence.'"

At the end of class, Dr. Franklin informed us that we would be reading Oedipus Rex and Antigone.

"Are we also going to read Oedipus at Colonus?" I asked excitedly.

Dr. Franklin's mouth dropped open. "You know about Oedipus at Colonus??"

"Yes, I read and studied it in my senior year of high school."

"Where did you go to school?" He asked in astonishment.

"I was home-schooled."

"Ahh." I wasn't sure what his look meant, but I could tell he was surprised.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Next was speech class. I was up first for my demonstration speech -- how to use garbage bags in an emergency survival situation. I received pretty good feedback from my professor and fellow students. Maybe I got an A- ... please, oh, please.

The next student gave a demonstration speech on how to meditate. It was, to say the least, interesting. He brought his meditation cushion, incense burner, and Buddha statue to show the class and gave us all instructions on how to focus on nothing. I think I'll just meditate on God's Word instead of nothingness.

Miguel, the cute guy from Brazil, demonstrated two traditional Brazilian dances: ferro (fo-ho) and samba. HELLO. The speech itself wasn't that great, but heck, I didn't care. I could have listened to his cute accent and watch him dance for hours. Too bad he didn't ask for a volunteer.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Nutrition was uneventful except for an exam. I'm pretty sure I got an A ... B+ at the worst. History was uneventful as well. I listened to a lecture and took notes. No cute dancing Brazilians.

Mom, of course, had errands for me to run after school. Get groceries and pick up a book at Barnes & Noble for Jeremy. I was calling Mom every two minutes to ask a question (grocery shopping is not my forte). Then... there was Barnes & Noble. Ahh, my love. (For those of you who don't know, B&N is a bookstore chain in the US.) I could live there. Coffee, books, music... ahhh. As I walked in the door, a display caught my eye: three hardback classics for $9.99! I called Mom on my cellphone.

"Mom! Mom! Mom! Guess what? Guess what?" I proceeded to convince her to loan me some money until payday. I was giddy with excitement over my three new books: The Complete Sherlock Holmes, Volume 1 by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad, and Utopia by Sir Thomas More. I plan to read them as soon as I'm finished with Wilke Collins' The Lady in White (recently turned into a musical by the genius Andrew Lloyd Webber). I drove home triumphantly with my spoils.

Today was David's birthday, so I enjoyed a dinner of grilled shrimp/steak/portobello kabobs with steamed asparagus on the side. Scrummy.

09 February 2006

My Speech is Rubbish

Tomorrow I have to give my demonstration speech for Public Speaking class. Many of my classmates chose simple topics, such as cookies or crafts, but yours truly had to do something entirely different... and rather strange. Garbage bags. Yes, that's right... garbage bags.

I'll post my speech tomorrow evening and leave you in suspense as to what I will say about the marvelous garbage bag.

07 February 2006

Soccer Blues

Today was my long day at work, when I put in a full 8 hours. Full-time workers and parents will laugh at me, but hey... I have my excuses!

Morning hours are the hardest. I'm everywhere, usually with a kid on my hip... making crafts, directing a skit, singing "Father Abraham," delivering snacks, putting sleeping babies down for naps, retreiving drinks for room workers, etc. Basically, I'm the "floater" who does every odd job available.

My favourite part of the day is playing with the older children in the afternoon. Today, we played soccer. I discovered I'm not great at kicking the ball (especially with hiking boots on), but I can do some fancy sliding/rolling moves to catch the ball. The kids got a kick out of that (haha... no pun intended). Now I am really sore... my body is going into rigormortis.

06 February 2006

Prosepective University

I've been looking into some Christian universities to transfer to after I finish my Associate's degree next year.

Here are some I'm currently checking out...

02 February 2006

My Daughter

I just thought I'd throw that title in to shock some of my readers. Really, I have a daughter. She just turned four, has gorgeous brown eyes, an adorable nose, and big floppy ears... not to mention a thick, soft coat of fur. This picture to the left is of her at one month. To the right is a current picture. Dumpling is a mini-rex/mini-lop mix. I'm not sure why someone called those breeds "mini" because Dumpling is anything but.

She's the dumbest thing alive, but so sweet. Dumpling loves to snuggle and kiss (doggy-like licks).

Here are some other adorable rabbit breeds...

Netherland Dwarf

Flemish Giant

01 February 2006

A "Normal" Day (for me)

Picture me sitting in class having an intellectual discussion about bog mummies in Denmark and Ireland. Now picture me acting like a cat, singing along with cartoons, and colouring with crayons (no, I have not gone insane). This is how my average day goes... student by day, childcare worker by night.

Parents are always puzzled at their children's activeness when they pick up their little munchkins. I am afraid I am usually at fault for making the children hyper. The kids and I have several favourite activities...

...vacuum chase... while I vacuum the mess from snack time, the kids have a blast being chased by the evil vacuum-cleaner and screaming at the top of their lungs.
...wrestling... usually follows vacuuming and results in a tumble on the floor - and four or more children piled on top of me.
...dress-up... tonight I was nominated "King" and hosted a ball. Last week I was an old man with a beard (I even have a picture).
...watching a movie... for the past five million weeks we have watched the same puppet movie. I now have the entire thing (songs and all) memorized. Next week I am bringing my Wallace & Gromit DVD.
...crafts... being an artist, I was nominated (rather made) to supervise crafts. Tonight we made hand-puppets with brown paper bags. I fondly named mine "Mr. Baggins" (and then chased the children with my kid-eating puppet).

What wonderful things to put on my resume! *laughs*