stupid jingles

If my life as an art teacher were to crash and burn i could always pick up my hidden talent of writing jingles. yes, jingles. they may all sound the same but, don't they all anyway? last night i came up with a jewel. It's about a Lobster. This is how it goes:
Lob-lobster
Lob-lob-lobster
Lob-lobster
Lobster!

see, doesn't it just end with such pizazz?! i think it does.

Bloody Ankles!

This is what happened to my ankles this afternoon during my run...

yummy! thought i would share. you're welcome.

A nice respit

I have attended my two classes this week and the verdict is...wow, this is going to be great! My painting class consists of several works (10 in fact) that will follow some sort of guideline or principle. we meet twice a week for three hours a pop. it will make for long mornings, but ah such is the life of an artist. my other class is art and children. in this class which isn't much of a class, we will discuss appropriate methods for teaching the young ones art. i think there are five of us in the class. i know what you're thinking, you think? yes, i think because i was the only one there today for "class". The others already work in schools i believe, so it makes for fun times. luckily with this odd situation come perks. instead of being a MWF class for three hours it has been whiddled down to class on Monday from 5 to 7, and a one on one with the Prof at the appropriated normal time. which means my dear friends, no classes on Friday again, and technically none on Monday- just like the last year and a half of college. who knew!?

i am a bit nervous about this MW class though. it involves observations and lots of unit plans which i just have no idea about. i have to come up with 3 units featuring several themes and projects, create those projects, and finally implement them in one of my observation rooms. for someone diving right into teaching like i, it's very nerve-racking. hopefully it will be ok. we'll see. ok, back to tending my knowledge.

If MacDonalds can...

on our way back from Annapolis a few weeks ago we stopped at McDonalds because it's what my brother wanted. I decided to stray from my normal choice of "the Big Mac" and decided to go with the new Asian salad with grilled chicken. i was very impressed by the deicious nature of this salad. Great and different types of greens, carrots, little legumes, and various other surprises; all tossed with a yummy seasame and ginger dressing by Paul Newman. well i had a craving for one yesterday. instead of whipping out my wallet i decided hey "i can if they can". Dramatically i started cooking my marinated chicken in butter. i made a large bowl of salad and cut up the chicken on top, along with the seasame and ginger dressing by Paul Newman that i had purchased the week earlier at the brillant Harris Teeter market. thus a delicious and well rounded dinner was made.




to top it off i cut up yellow squash and sauted it in butter until it was a golden brown. was i please with myself or what?! i took pictures i was so proud, as you can plainly see. i even used the "food" setting on my digi to have the best looking food i could. my, i was just pleased as a peach! so, now i'm going to keep a mini food diary to mark my journey through the culinary world. necessary i think, to keep the fun going! and now that i've talked about food i need to figure out what i'm going to make for dinner. yum...more delicious food!

We went with a Frog centered theme

SO, i am now in Greensboro and finally sitting down to update. It has been a long month already, filled with the trip to El Paso with Mike, the buying of a wedding dress, a trip to see my handsome brother at the Naval Academy, and the move to Greensboro (pronounced Greensbor-ah). It's quite lovely here right now. The apartment is lovely. It's huge! Katie can do about nine cartwheels from end to end. I have lots of furniture from home, so it's comfortable. My mum and dad helped me move down. It was to be just my dad, but after saying our goodbyes the night before the move, and crying for way too long, my mum decided to take a personal day and help. It was really great of her to do that. We left around 6.15 in the morning and got in around 11. not too bad i think. Moving in went quick and i was unpacked before the evening. They turned right around and left, but that's ok. I'm guessing swift and painless was the way to go. I've set about to making this place feel like home. Complete with nice little tea pot, serving dishes, desk, candles, and several other "homely" features. I've already been called lame by Murd's friend. I have to sort of agree, but at the same time don't for once care that much. i'm getting ready to live with my love and take care of a house. which, i can't wait for! I brought with me the delicious gold, yes GOLD, couch that will one day be me and Mike's when we get married. As you can see, we hung the disgusting yet intruiging frog painting that murd found down here last semester. it hangs proudly above said gold couch! isn't it just the best?!

i went to the First Baptist of Greensboro today. It's a goregous southern church. Complete with steeple, it averages between 800 to 1,000 per Sunday. They only have one service, was just which is quite full. it was a wonderful place. i really believe now that God has led me to this place. i still don't have a clue why, but the whole school thing has worked out- i'm getting substantial aide, and i only passed this back in March and knew that it was where i needed to be. i went to the service and was promptly greeted by several folks around me. it was such a warm reception. something i hadn't experienced in a very long time. immediately following service i was invited to stay for lunch with other college age kids. we had pizza, which i had yearned for all week, and sat with workers and students just talking. it made me very very fulfilled and happy. the one thing i'm sad about is that i don't have a 'real' southern accent. i want! i do i do i do! ok...after the fooding and talking and exchanging of information-both life and contact- i was invited to the baptism and picnic at a nearby state owned camp called the Summit. it was once owned by the episicapal church but was sold a few years ago. anyways, we went down to the lake there around 4.30. around 5 we began singing hymns. after the first hymn a guy was baptised in the lake. i had never seen anything like that. i mean to say, in that fashion. it was truly special and i was there to witness it. i makes me tear just thinking about it. what's more is that we got to lay hands on two of the new deacons and pray for them. that was also an awesome moment. for the first time in a long time i was comfortable in a church and doing things that specifically acknowledged God and his prescence. we sang hymns on our way up to and in the line to lay hands. the one that made me re-evaluate my life and it's standing was Near the Cross. this line especailly:

Near the Cross

I'll watch and wait, hoping, trusting ever,

till I reach the golden strand just beyond the river.

In the cross,

in the cross,

be my glory ever,

till my raptured soul shall find rest beyond the river.