I am back from practically infinity and beyond.

Haven't blogged in a really long time, but truth be told Xanga, without you my thoughts are a pool of unorganized chaos.

Alot has happened since 2010. I got my teaching credential in physical education with specialized qualifications to teach dance, I got married, I got a temp job as a dance and aerobics teacher, and now I'm pursuing my masters in teaching full time which should be done by the end of this year since I'm in a fast track program.

My average day consists of

waking up

eating cereal

getting ready

teaching

answering a million questions every day and dealing with the ever fluctuating hormones of 200 female students.

eating lunch

grading and prepping

driving home

getting ready for school

going to class

coming home

eating dinner

doing homework or some random errand

spending time with my husband for maybe 30 minutes.

crashing in the bed.

But despite being so busy, I feel like I'm definitely missing out on the benefits that come with blogging, such as:

- Synthesizing my thoughts so I don't sound like I'm trying to figure myself out when talking to people.

- Building confidence on where I stand on various issues.

- Having an outlet to my joys and frustrations.

- Developing my literacy skills

- and possibly... possibly making a difference to one stranger out in the world who reads my blog (I dream.)

So I hope.. crossing my fingers... I'll commit to writing again.

Thats all for now, I have my action research class that I have to get ready for and a major paper to write (H8!). Here are a couple recent pictures:

husband and i singing at the piano

at a work party.

People need to be treated as though their existence matters.

I can pretty much assume that most people at some point or another go through a mental battle concerning their worth. If I truly look at each person as one created in the image of God... and if Jesus believes them to be worth dying for, then I should believe it too. If Jesus believes the unique God-made individuals living on this planet are worth the greatest act of love and sacrifice, then I should believe it too and live my life showing them that: from the small things to the big things.

Oh sad the day

you came to meet your doom

captive amidst your feces

your days were filled with gloom

oh Fluffy, a name begotten with a curse

your only indulgence was water

neglect brought you to your worst

as you fed on cotton balls and newspaper

Oh the memories i dread

of your gymnastic tricks

as you bit the hand that fed

engaged in fellowship with ticks

your beautiful hair, so fine

such glory among humanity

unfortunatly you came at the wrong time

your rotting disintigration stripped you of your vanity

three long months it had been

all the world had thought you dead

but you arose among the shadows

of the grave that was your bed

so radiant in all your toothless glory

a rebellion against your caretaker

you pierced her with your glances

as you went to meet your maker