Ivan the Panda

The other day I saw a man peeing in the women's room and the stall door was wide open and I will forever be disturbed by that experience.  Nasty man.

Michael gave me a panda bear yesterday and his name is Ivan.  Ivan the panda bear.  He also goes by Mr. Panda.

I was so productive today... cleaned my room, did laundry, started refinishing a table.  Dad found an old table that someone was throwing out and I decided to refinish it and put it in my room.  It's a really cool table, and... old.  And sturdy.  So Michael and I started that tonight.  We're pretty awesome at it so far.  We may decide to go into the furniture restoration business.  Also, today I seriously considered undecorating my room from Christmas.  That's the first step.  The next step is actually finding the ornament boxes.  That's the tricky part- I have no idea where I put it.  It took me three days just to find my Christmas tree this year.  My family will never let me live that down.

My good friend Amy came in tonight and Katie started talking about childbirth again.  I missed most of that part of the conversation... thankfully.  I'll have babies some day (far far away), but I don't want to hear the nasty gross details about it just yet.  I mean geez, I don't wanna get talked out of it and end up adopting all my kids.  

so ummm anyways... 

Verse- "The Lord is near to all who call on him, to all who call on him in truth." (Psalm 145:18)

treecicles

I've decided to take up blogging again.  I've liked it in the past.  It was useful in China and I found that some people actually read it.  Read it or not, but it's good outlet.  I have focus issues though, so I can't be expected to stay on track.  Just a warning.

So... today.

I walked to work (in my pj's) today because I left my car at church.  It was way colder than I expected and the trees were starting to turn into treecicles.  After a long hard day of doing nothing and watching tv and hanging out with two of my favorite kids (hard job, I know, but someone has to do it), I hitchhiked home.  

There was still the problem of the car being stuck at church.  So Michael came to the rescue and took me out there and we found my car covered in ice.  I mean seriously, was it not like 70 degrees a few days ago?  How ridiculous.  Anyway, he chiseled the ice off my car so I wouldn't crash and die going home.

Christmas is in the process of leaving our house.  I hate this time of year- Christmas leaves and school comes and it's yucky and cold outside and you don't even have Christmas cheer to warm your spirit and the dread of the return of school makes your heart freeze over and turn black and die.  I hate school, by the way.  You probably couldn't tell.  Also I hate being cold.  I like black, though, just not as a heart color.  I like for my heart to be warm and... heart-colored.  

I refuse to take down my Christmas tree or my sparkly snowflakes yet.  You can't make me.  

Verse of the day: "We will lovingly follow the truth at all times- speaking truly, dealing truly, living truly- and so be more and more in every way like Christ..." (Ephesians 4:15)