Remember how my brother's car got stolen? And Mom and Dad thought we'd never see it again?
Well.
I'm glad God doesn't wait for us to straighten up before he proves himself, yet again.
In short, the police found the car, up at a sketchy hotel thirty minutes away, where we know the illegal immigrants are dealing drugs, we just haven't caught them yet. It was totally intact, including Padre's sunglasses:)
Aren't you glad God answers prayer? I sure am. Can't wait to tell Stretch this story.
For lack of a better transitional phrase, in other news...I'm back at my loverly college for the day. I helped with some large auditions and watched a band concert. Now I'm sitting in the good ol' music library, waiting for my friend Max's viola recital. Max is great. He's a serious hippie, right down to the scraggly long hair. Goes "green" on everything, and harps on me to make sure my tires are properly inflated to maximize gas mileage. He's (literally) as liberal as they come, but I just plain like him. He's a very nice communist :) And we get along just fine, as long as he can't make his beliefs a reality for me. Of course, he thinks I'm as crazy as I think HE is. But I'm right. :) Anyway. I'm rambling. And really tired because I slept fewer than 7 hours last night for the 6th day in a row. YAY LEAH. So I'm going to quit now. Thanks for reading my tired rambles.
Leah
P.S.
"The Lord knoweth how to deliver the godly out of temptation,
and to reserve the unjust unto the day of judgment to be punished."
Hope the rotten thief who stole our car and then left a ROSARY in it gets what's coming to him. That just goes to show that there's no redemption apart from the finished work of Jesus Christ. Mary can't get it done for you.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
The Random Dozen, High-speed
I have seven minutes to do the Random Dozen before I have to go to work. Here goes:
1. Have you ever fired a gun or shot a bow and arrow?
Oh yes. I've shot a .45 special, a .22, a Glock .17, .19, and .27, (the 19's my favorite. What a SWEET handgun!), and I've done archery many, many times. I'm killer with a handgun (pun intended, but true) so don't try to rob my house. I will literally shoot you.
2. Do you know where your childhood best friends are?
I didn't really have childhood best friends, but I have young-adult best friends. Both are in Virginia, and I miss them terribly. We're three peas in a pod, we are.
3. Do you usually arrive early, late, or on time?
Early. On time is late. And I cannot stand to be late. I hate it. It's so stressful.
4. Are you more of a New York or California type?
I'd say more New York type. Although I love the beachy atmosphere of California, it has earthquakes, and I know I'd never be able to handle that. Plus Carnegie is in NYC, and the older I get, the more I enjoy cities. I'll always be a country girl at heart, but I enjoy being able to walk to the store.
5. Do you have a special ring tone?
If by "special" you mean the hippie-guitar-sounding one that comes on the phone for free, yes, I have a special ringtone. If you mean "did you buy one" the answer is no, because I actually have bills, and I'm not spending my money on something that unimportant.
6. What is your favorite type of chip?
I love Ranch Doritos, but really, the best chips ever are the ones you get at Chipotle, sprinkled with lime juice, with plenty of guacamole...mmmMMM.
7. Best comedy you've ever seen is ....
Night at the Museum II. HILARIOUTH. (If you don't understand my lisping reference, go watch the movie)
8. Have you ever cut your own hair? To quote Dr. Phil, "How'd that work for ya?"
NO. Definitely not. But I did cut my doll's hair when I was 13. Yes, I still played with dolls at 13.
9. If you were going to have an extreme makeover, would you rather it be about your house or your personal self?
Well...me I guess because I always hate my hair. Plus I don't plan on living in this house (with the parentals) for too much longer, so it wouldn't do me much good. Although I'd love to have floors with finish on them.
10. Are you allergic to anything?
Some weirdo antibiotic whose name I can't remember. And Bovine Growth Hormone.
11. Why is it so hard to change?
Because we're full of ourselves and don't think we need to, or because we're afraid to look stupid trying something new, or because we have plain old habits that we don't feel like working hard to change.
12. One last question dedicated to February love: CS Lewis said, "To love is to be vulnerable." Please share one example of that assertion or share any thought you'd like to about this topic.
Loving someone else means they are close enough to hurt you. It means if something happens to them, you're just left and that's it. I've had my experiences with that, and it royally sucked. But on the other hand, loving someone and being loved back means you have a precious trust between you. It means they're something special and so are you. Can't speak for the crowd, but from my point of view, it's totally worth the risk. Yes, I've had my heart broken. Literally. (Not talking about a boy here...) But I wouldn't trade love for safety. No way.
Leah
1. Have you ever fired a gun or shot a bow and arrow?
Oh yes. I've shot a .45 special, a .22, a Glock .17, .19, and .27, (the 19's my favorite. What a SWEET handgun!), and I've done archery many, many times. I'm killer with a handgun (pun intended, but true) so don't try to rob my house. I will literally shoot you.
2. Do you know where your childhood best friends are?
I didn't really have childhood best friends, but I have young-adult best friends. Both are in Virginia, and I miss them terribly. We're three peas in a pod, we are.
3. Do you usually arrive early, late, or on time?
Early. On time is late. And I cannot stand to be late. I hate it. It's so stressful.
4. Are you more of a New York or California type?
I'd say more New York type. Although I love the beachy atmosphere of California, it has earthquakes, and I know I'd never be able to handle that. Plus Carnegie is in NYC, and the older I get, the more I enjoy cities. I'll always be a country girl at heart, but I enjoy being able to walk to the store.
5. Do you have a special ring tone?
If by "special" you mean the hippie-guitar-sounding one that comes on the phone for free, yes, I have a special ringtone. If you mean "did you buy one" the answer is no, because I actually have bills, and I'm not spending my money on something that unimportant.
6. What is your favorite type of chip?
I love Ranch Doritos, but really, the best chips ever are the ones you get at Chipotle, sprinkled with lime juice, with plenty of guacamole...mmmMMM.
7. Best comedy you've ever seen is ....
Night at the Museum II. HILARIOUTH. (If you don't understand my lisping reference, go watch the movie)
8. Have you ever cut your own hair? To quote Dr. Phil, "How'd that work for ya?"
NO. Definitely not. But I did cut my doll's hair when I was 13. Yes, I still played with dolls at 13.
9. If you were going to have an extreme makeover, would you rather it be about your house or your personal self?
Well...me I guess because I always hate my hair. Plus I don't plan on living in this house (with the parentals) for too much longer, so it wouldn't do me much good. Although I'd love to have floors with finish on them.
10. Are you allergic to anything?
Some weirdo antibiotic whose name I can't remember. And Bovine Growth Hormone.
11. Why is it so hard to change?
Because we're full of ourselves and don't think we need to, or because we're afraid to look stupid trying something new, or because we have plain old habits that we don't feel like working hard to change.
12. One last question dedicated to February love: CS Lewis said, "To love is to be vulnerable." Please share one example of that assertion or share any thought you'd like to about this topic.
Loving someone else means they are close enough to hurt you. It means if something happens to them, you're just left and that's it. I've had my experiences with that, and it royally sucked. But on the other hand, loving someone and being loved back means you have a precious trust between you. It means they're something special and so are you. Can't speak for the crowd, but from my point of view, it's totally worth the risk. Yes, I've had my heart broken. Literally. (Not talking about a boy here...) But I wouldn't trade love for safety. No way.
Leah
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
It Actually Happened to Us
You know how you hear things from other people, or see them on TV, and you think, "Wow, I'm glad that never happens to me!" Well it happened to us this time.
The Mother Ship got up Saturday morning and checked out her bedroom window to see if Padre's car was gone. If it's gone, that means he's already at the gym. And it was. Ok cool, Dad went to the gym already. Only then she heard him cough in the living room. She came flying out into the living room and said in a very tense voice, "Not to make you panic or anything, but where's your car?" "It's in the driveway." "No it's not." Both go flying to the front window. No car. They check my bedroom and Moose's room. We're all here. Dad says to Moose, "I need to ask you a ridiculous question. Did you move the car last night?" "No." Moose promptly falls back asleep. Dad, muttering, "Car's been stolen."
So we had the sheriff here (he's a corrupt scumbag, but hopefully he'll find our car), who asked us all about our neighbors and friends, and that was that. Mom says if we ever see the car again she'll be stunned, but I'm praying. We didn't have the right kind of insurance on that car, so it's not like the insurance company is going to give us a new car. We're just OUT a car.
Wanna know the best part? It wasn't even Dad's car that got stolen. It was Mike's car. And Mike just left for Air Force basic. Sweeeeeeet. But we aren't the only ones who got robbed - another car in our neighborhood was stolen on the same night.
But really, it's like my parents both said: God was watching out for us. How? you might ask. Your car was stolen! Well, here's the way we look at it. The thieves didn't come in the house, No one was hurt, not even our dog (who slept through the whole thing...so much for the watch-dog idea). Dad didn't catch and kill the thieves - and he would shoot them. Literally. The thieves didn't take ALL of our cars. So there's a lot to be thankful for.
Did YOU hve an exciting weekend?
Leah
The Mother Ship got up Saturday morning and checked out her bedroom window to see if Padre's car was gone. If it's gone, that means he's already at the gym. And it was. Ok cool, Dad went to the gym already. Only then she heard him cough in the living room. She came flying out into the living room and said in a very tense voice, "Not to make you panic or anything, but where's your car?" "It's in the driveway." "No it's not." Both go flying to the front window. No car. They check my bedroom and Moose's room. We're all here. Dad says to Moose, "I need to ask you a ridiculous question. Did you move the car last night?" "No." Moose promptly falls back asleep. Dad, muttering, "Car's been stolen."
So we had the sheriff here (he's a corrupt scumbag, but hopefully he'll find our car), who asked us all about our neighbors and friends, and that was that. Mom says if we ever see the car again she'll be stunned, but I'm praying. We didn't have the right kind of insurance on that car, so it's not like the insurance company is going to give us a new car. We're just OUT a car.
Wanna know the best part? It wasn't even Dad's car that got stolen. It was Mike's car. And Mike just left for Air Force basic. Sweeeeeeet. But we aren't the only ones who got robbed - another car in our neighborhood was stolen on the same night.
But really, it's like my parents both said: God was watching out for us. How? you might ask. Your car was stolen! Well, here's the way we look at it. The thieves didn't come in the house, No one was hurt, not even our dog (who slept through the whole thing...so much for the watch-dog idea). Dad didn't catch and kill the thieves - and he would shoot them. Literally. The thieves didn't take ALL of our cars. So there's a lot to be thankful for.
Did YOU hve an exciting weekend?
Leah
Friday, February 19, 2010
A new conjugation of "to bring"
One of my students, Cortland, asked me on Wednesday if it would be ok to bring his personal guitar to class. "Of course! That would be great!" I enthusiastically replied. So while I was meeting with my principal this morning, he came down to my classroon and left his guitar there, with this note stuck in the capo:
So exactly what conjugation of the verb "to bring" is that?
I love eighth graders.
Leah
So exactly what conjugation of the verb "to bring" is that?
I love eighth graders.
Leah
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Babysitting a Cutie
Today after work, I get to babysit TBoy. TBoy is my friend Boo's little brother, and man is he cute! He's five now, and says the cutest things...well I'll quote him tomorrow:) He also pitches wild fits sometimes, so hopefully I won't have to switch him tomorrow. The reason I'm babysitting him is his oldest sister, TabbyDear, is going to the hospital to have her second child, and TBoy's mommy wants to be with TabbyDear. Her last childbirth was extremely difficult, so she needs a little extra encouragement with this one. The baby is much smaller this time, thankfully. Pray for TabbyDear today if you think of her. And that TBoy won't pitch a fit while I'm there:)
Leah
Leah
Oh Pilates...
Pilates really kicked my butt yesterday. I'm telling you, if you don't think that's exercise, just go to one class and you'll be convinced otherwise. We stretched. Did planks (HATE). Used the Bosu...for more planks. Did our regular child's pose-cobra-downward facing dog routine. Did squats on the Bosu. Leg work. Dude. It was really rough. Even the Mother Ship admitted it was hard, and she's in way better shape than I am!
In other news...(for lack of a better subject transition) we might have school tomorrow! With a 2 hour delay, but still. I have no idea if it's an A or B day, which means the kids won't either, and half of them will forget instruments. Sweeeeeeeet. Oh well. I'll cross that bridge tomorrow. Guess I better go check the website...
Leah
In other news...(for lack of a better subject transition) we might have school tomorrow! With a 2 hour delay, but still. I have no idea if it's an A or B day, which means the kids won't either, and half of them will forget instruments. Sweeeeeeeet. Oh well. I'll cross that bridge tomorrow. Guess I better go check the website...
Leah
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