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Apr. 4th, 2003 01:30 pm3/30
I've decided to take more time to really get to know the Bible stories I teach in my Sundays school inside and out. I'm beginning to notice just how much my little kids enjoy them--the one time when they are mostly quiet during class time! When they're quiet I know I have their full attention. ; ) They enjoy it so much more when I have it memorized and don't have to look at my guide, and when I relate it to something in their lives. And I'm getting less inhibited about acting it out and using different voices and stuff.
Ok, now I just have to conquer my procrastination and study it more then just on Saturday night!
3/31
Argh, I could kick myself. I'm so embarrassed. I just made the most horrible gramatical error: nevermind that the person I was talking to didn't even come close to catching it. She asked how many of our family was going to be coming with her, and I answered, "Just mom and I." **cringes** I know, I know. All you English majors can beat me up now.
Let's see...I heard the music of Norah Jones for the first time today. Easy to listen to but--it seemed to me--without substance. Music that never makes you sit up and take notice bothers me...in large quatities. Like when the whole dang CD is that way.
I also saw Amalia again...apparently she's healed from the car accident fairly well. At least, she was back cleaning at Kay's. I love how she sings in Spanish as she works.
Oh, and Paul (mentioned two posts down) may be coming home this week. I'm really surprised--maybe the burns weren't as bad as I thought, or the treatment is just better. He had skin graphs last week.
And, lastly, I must extol the virtues of vitamin E. No, not to take internally! I've been puncturing the gel capsuls and rubbing the stuff into my skin. And it really does seem to work at getting things to heal better, faster, and with less scarring! I love it. I get a lot of burns, cuts and scrapes on my hands working in the kitchen, and for some reason my skin just doesn't heal very well. It takes forever, and usually leaves a prominent dark scar for quite a while. Since my skin is so light they show up terribly. Lol, I remember I had a dark scar on my leg for at least a year from the first time I really cut myself shaving. (I did finally find a cream that will fade out scars, but it's expensive! I guess it's better to prevent them in the first place.)
4/1
I have "He Bore It All" stuck in my head. It's the best Stamps and Baxter hymn out there. It's fast, it's breath-taking (literally, I end up gasping by the time we're done), and it's twice--no, two hundred times better then any lift-your-hands-to-the-Lord-and-repeat-the-same-phrase-ten-times-in-a-row praise and worship song. And it has three parts singing all at once, but with different words and different timings, which is what makes it very bad to have it stuck in my head. Because I can't sing it to myself. I try to sing all the parts at once because it doesn't sound right otherwise and it turns into a jumbled mess. Actually, I can't just sing one part all alone. I can't. I can only sing it when I'm not concentrating: when I'm focused on how the whole sounds. It's not a song to be divided into parts. It just IS.
But the good news is that we (the choir) get to sing it at the Community Easter Program. Yay. I love performing it, because people are always rather awed that a group of girls like us can produce something that complicated.
Then I think we're to finish off the night with "How Beautiful" in sign language. Apparently no one remembers that we also did it last year at the CEP. Or maybe they just really, really like it. For some reason it makes people cry; I haven't a clue why. I'm just worried I'll forget some of the signs. We haven't done it in a while.
How. Beautiful. Heart. Bled. Took. All. Sins. Bore. Instead.
I hope there aren't any real deaf people there, we leave out so many words. It makes it more flowing and ornamental but less understandable, lol. Oh well, otherwise we'd have to sign so fast to keep up with the music that no one would see a thing anyhow.
4/2
Good day, comparitively. (Comparative to what it could have been, that is.) I was done with work an hour eariler then usual, I did *not* get a headache as usual, and although I sneezed a lot and my voice got weirdly low, my lungs aren't tight from the dust and I can still breath without feeling bad. I wore a mask almost the whole time, hopefully that cut down on what I inhaled. Curses on being sensitive to respiratory problems.
Unfortunantly mom spend the entire way home telling me about a bad phone call she got today. It's too long and complicated to go into the whole thing, but I have an aunt who has MS, but won't accept it or do anything about it. Finally it's gotten so that she can barely move at all and is having trouble breathing--THEN she went to the hospital. It's a bad situation and she's made it ten times worse then it could have been.
4/3 Fun with telemarketers
"Hello, is this the homeowner?"
"Yes sir, it is." (Blatant lie #1)
"Ma'am, have you ever been to Branson?"
"No, I haven't."
"Well, ma'am, do you know where Branson is?"
"Of course I do. I did very well with geography in school." (That's probably blatant lie #2)
"Well, would you like to go there?"
"No, I don't believe so. It doesn't fit with my personality type very well."
"Oh. Well. How about Los Vegas?"
"Sir, that fits my personality even less."
"Oh...well, ma'am, how about you tell me where you'd like to go?"
"Umm...Rome, Italy. But I doubt you offer that, do you?"
"No ma'am, you're right. Is there anywhere in the UNITED STATES you'd like to go?"
"Not really. I like where I am just fine. What's there to see in the US, anyway?"
"Uhh, goodbye, ma'am.I'm sorry I couldn't help you."
"Bye."
Lol. I love it when I feel like conversing with them instead of just hanging up.
I took a sissors to my purty dog today. I hate that we have to cut her hair in the summer, but she's a thick-haired wolf/Alaskan sled dog type, so she gets really hot. Last year the boys cut it at absolutely butchered her, and it took most of the summer to grow it out enough to look decent. I'm trying, but it's still kinda sad looking. =\ There's just no way to cut it smooth, especially when she keeps wanting to move around. It's kinda cute, though, we leave a large mane of hair around her neck, and her big fluffy tail. She's yellow, too, so she looks a bit like a smallish circus tiger or something.
I've decided to take more time to really get to know the Bible stories I teach in my Sundays school inside and out. I'm beginning to notice just how much my little kids enjoy them--the one time when they are mostly quiet during class time! When they're quiet I know I have their full attention. ; ) They enjoy it so much more when I have it memorized and don't have to look at my guide, and when I relate it to something in their lives. And I'm getting less inhibited about acting it out and using different voices and stuff.
Ok, now I just have to conquer my procrastination and study it more then just on Saturday night!
3/31
Argh, I could kick myself. I'm so embarrassed. I just made the most horrible gramatical error: nevermind that the person I was talking to didn't even come close to catching it. She asked how many of our family was going to be coming with her, and I answered, "Just mom and I." **cringes** I know, I know. All you English majors can beat me up now.
Let's see...I heard the music of Norah Jones for the first time today. Easy to listen to but--it seemed to me--without substance. Music that never makes you sit up and take notice bothers me...in large quatities. Like when the whole dang CD is that way.
I also saw Amalia again...apparently she's healed from the car accident fairly well. At least, she was back cleaning at Kay's. I love how she sings in Spanish as she works.
Oh, and Paul (mentioned two posts down) may be coming home this week. I'm really surprised--maybe the burns weren't as bad as I thought, or the treatment is just better. He had skin graphs last week.
And, lastly, I must extol the virtues of vitamin E. No, not to take internally! I've been puncturing the gel capsuls and rubbing the stuff into my skin. And it really does seem to work at getting things to heal better, faster, and with less scarring! I love it. I get a lot of burns, cuts and scrapes on my hands working in the kitchen, and for some reason my skin just doesn't heal very well. It takes forever, and usually leaves a prominent dark scar for quite a while. Since my skin is so light they show up terribly. Lol, I remember I had a dark scar on my leg for at least a year from the first time I really cut myself shaving. (I did finally find a cream that will fade out scars, but it's expensive! I guess it's better to prevent them in the first place.)
4/1
I have "He Bore It All" stuck in my head. It's the best Stamps and Baxter hymn out there. It's fast, it's breath-taking (literally, I end up gasping by the time we're done), and it's twice--no, two hundred times better then any lift-your-hands-to-the-Lord-and-repeat-the-same-phrase-ten-times-in-a-row praise and worship song. And it has three parts singing all at once, but with different words and different timings, which is what makes it very bad to have it stuck in my head. Because I can't sing it to myself. I try to sing all the parts at once because it doesn't sound right otherwise and it turns into a jumbled mess. Actually, I can't just sing one part all alone. I can't. I can only sing it when I'm not concentrating: when I'm focused on how the whole sounds. It's not a song to be divided into parts. It just IS.
But the good news is that we (the choir) get to sing it at the Community Easter Program. Yay. I love performing it, because people are always rather awed that a group of girls like us can produce something that complicated.
Then I think we're to finish off the night with "How Beautiful" in sign language. Apparently no one remembers that we also did it last year at the CEP. Or maybe they just really, really like it. For some reason it makes people cry; I haven't a clue why. I'm just worried I'll forget some of the signs. We haven't done it in a while.
How. Beautiful. Heart. Bled. Took. All. Sins. Bore. Instead.
I hope there aren't any real deaf people there, we leave out so many words. It makes it more flowing and ornamental but less understandable, lol. Oh well, otherwise we'd have to sign so fast to keep up with the music that no one would see a thing anyhow.
4/2
Good day, comparitively. (Comparative to what it could have been, that is.) I was done with work an hour eariler then usual, I did *not* get a headache as usual, and although I sneezed a lot and my voice got weirdly low, my lungs aren't tight from the dust and I can still breath without feeling bad. I wore a mask almost the whole time, hopefully that cut down on what I inhaled. Curses on being sensitive to respiratory problems.
Unfortunantly mom spend the entire way home telling me about a bad phone call she got today. It's too long and complicated to go into the whole thing, but I have an aunt who has MS, but won't accept it or do anything about it. Finally it's gotten so that she can barely move at all and is having trouble breathing--THEN she went to the hospital. It's a bad situation and she's made it ten times worse then it could have been.
4/3 Fun with telemarketers
"Hello, is this the homeowner?"
"Yes sir, it is." (Blatant lie #1)
"Ma'am, have you ever been to Branson?"
"No, I haven't."
"Well, ma'am, do you know where Branson is?"
"Of course I do. I did very well with geography in school." (That's probably blatant lie #2)
"Well, would you like to go there?"
"No, I don't believe so. It doesn't fit with my personality type very well."
"Oh. Well. How about Los Vegas?"
"Sir, that fits my personality even less."
"Oh...well, ma'am, how about you tell me where you'd like to go?"
"Umm...Rome, Italy. But I doubt you offer that, do you?"
"No ma'am, you're right. Is there anywhere in the UNITED STATES you'd like to go?"
"Not really. I like where I am just fine. What's there to see in the US, anyway?"
"Uhh, goodbye, ma'am.I'm sorry I couldn't help you."
"Bye."
Lol. I love it when I feel like conversing with them instead of just hanging up.
I took a sissors to my purty dog today. I hate that we have to cut her hair in the summer, but she's a thick-haired wolf/Alaskan sled dog type, so she gets really hot. Last year the boys cut it at absolutely butchered her, and it took most of the summer to grow it out enough to look decent. I'm trying, but it's still kinda sad looking. =\ There's just no way to cut it smooth, especially when she keeps wanting to move around. It's kinda cute, though, we leave a large mane of hair around her neck, and her big fluffy tail. She's yellow, too, so she looks a bit like a smallish circus tiger or something.
