DIY: Cool Cubes!

Ok, so you may start seeing some more DIY posts...I've been working on some things! I'm super excited about this one. 


So at the beginning of the school year, I used some of my "teacher funds" to buy these:


They're pretty awesome...four cubes with dry erase surfaces. They're great for the classroom! Unfortunately, they also belong to my school. Since I won't be there next year, I won't have access to them. Also sometimes I find myself wanting a few more cubes. I looked at them one day and thought to myself..."Hey, those are literally just colorful foam squares with white surfaces on them...pretty sure I can do that." And thus began the wheels in my head.


First, I needed something light. With my kids, I couldn't use something like wooden blocks or even heavy plastic...someone would get hurt. The solution? The new computer printer. Finally the school got a new color printer that doesn't print streaks! Better yet, the printer came packed in Styrofoam:

Using my pocket knife and scissors, I hacked 6 cubes out of the various pieces, 2 small, 2 medium, 2 large. Then I dug out some scraps of brightly colored fabric and covered them, using my handy glue gun to secure them. 

I cut some squares of card stock and sent them through the laminator. (Laminated papers double as dry erase surfaces!) 


Using the glue gun again, I affixed the card stock squares to each of the cubes. The end results:

Im super excited! I didn't pay a cent for these guys. Ironically, I grabbed a bag to put them in, and it happened to be a Cheesecake Factory bag. 

Crazy?? The colors match! Anyway, these are great to use in the classroom, and now I have a set of 6!

I'm not a principal, but I've got principles

Sometimes when my pastor and his wife are out of town, our women's ministry leader gives the sermon. She also happens to be my mentor (I got lucky.) Her message yesterday was compelling, and I feel like I should write some of it down.


"Don’t let anyone capture you with empty philosophies and high-sounding nonsense that come from human thinking and from the spiritual powers of this world, rather than from Christ.  For in Christ lives all the fullness of God in a human body." --Colossians 2: 8-9


High-sounding nonsense. I'm fairly certain sometimes that's all my students hear. But I have to say, I can find myself very distracted by high-sounding nonsense. In my yoga practice, I have to make sure I'm on the right side of the line with what my yogi is saying. It goes something like this:


Yogi: And now, bring the awareness back to your fingers...
(Inside my head): Dang it, I could totally lie here forever. He's going to turn on the lights and it's going to be like waking up ALL OVER AGAIN. 
Yogi: Begin to feel your body moving...
(my head): mmm....so comfy...so relaxed...
Yogi: And find your inner god and offer blah blah blah....
(my head): ahh yes...my inner--wait, what? I'm just going to talk to the real God, who is living inside of me. There's a difference!


If you know me you know I like organic, natural, hippy things. It's a great place to find high-sounding nonsense. (The NIV says "hollow and deceptive philosophy".) 


To stand against these "big-sounding ideas" (NLV), we've got to become people of principles. My mentor asked us to write down some of our principles. Again, welcome inside my head: "Uh, ok. Well...love Jesus...obey Him...uhhh don't steal...but I guess that falls under obeying Jesus because He says not to steal..." Before I knew it we were on to the next point. I was still trying to figure out how to balance vague principles like "follow God" and overly specific ones like "don't glare at the fourth grader who talks out of turn". So, this will probably be a work in progress. But pulling from some of my favorite verses, I think I have some figured out. So, here we go...for lack of a better name, Natalie's principles:


Seek justice.
Love mercy.
Walk humbly with my God. 
Think about what really matters.
Honor my parents.
Encourage others in their faith.
Look after the poor, widows, and orphans.
Stop complaining.
Behave in a way that invites questions.
Be ready to answer those questions.


I'm sure there are more/should be more...but again I don't know how to get more specific. And because I will most likely lose the paper she gave out to take notes on, I'll write them here.


Being a person of principle will:
enable us to stand in the face of temptation
enable you to stand in the face of trials
keep you from giving in to pressure
help you stand in the face of mockery and trial
enable you to stand against threats
enable you to stand in the face of turbulent emotions
enable us to reach out to others in times of need


Yeah I want all that. Count me in.

Moving On

This week during my favorite class, my 8th grade, I told them I wasn't coming back to my job next year. It doesn't impact them a whole lot since they are graduating, but I wanted them to know.

I've had a lot of people, especially co-workers, ask what I'll do. I know what they're thinking; the skepticism running through their minds is not far off what would be running through mine in a different situation. And probably not far off what's running through yours as you ponder the foolishness of quitting a job without an offer in the current economy.

This whole school year I have felt two subtle but firm movements inside of me. (That's a metaphor; I'm not pregnant...just to quell the rumors before they begin.) The first is quite human: a dissatisfaction with what I'm doing. I'm not trained nor gifted to work with small children. My strengths lie with older kids, and I love them. I'm also only employed for 32 hrs/week. (In case you're wondering, that's tricky to live off of.)

The second thing is a familiar knowledge that God is bringing me to something new...again. The summer before I moved to the DR I felt inexplicably that something was coming and I had to start getting ready. Spending time with friends and physically organizing myself. If you don't remember the summer of 2009, that also was a really bad time to quit a job, and my parents were very leery. I didn't tell a whole lot of people because if I am completely honest with you, I have to confess I am sensitive to others' judgments of me, even though I probably don't appear that way.

I have the same sense that it is time to move on again. I can't explain it and if you don't know Jesus it will make absolutely no sense and you'll think I'm a fool. Even if you know Jesus you may still think I'm unwise. That's alright. I trust my Dad. He guides me with His counsel, leading me to a glorious destiny (Psalm 73:24).

So for now, when people ask me where I'm going to go or what I'm going to do, I smile and say, I don't know. And that's true, but I guess I could tack on that I'm going to do whatever God has next for me. It absolutely makes me a little bit nervous in my stomach, but I also have a calm certainty about the situation.

The day I told my bosses I was leaving I felt slightly nauseous...until after I talked to them. Then I felt that peace in my spirit, which then combined with the dismay of the 2nd graders at my door told me I was making the right move.

Even if I look at it from a non-spiritual paradigm, I believe that I'm too young to get entrenched in a job I don't love. I feel like I've worked hard enough and shoved myself through too much schooling to settle for something I don't enjoy that doesn't pay what I need to be making. The night I quit, I came home and found these quotes on Pinterest:

"Faith is taking the first step, even when you don't see the whole staircase." -MLK Jr

"The only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it." -Steve Jobs

"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from safe harbor." -Mark Twain

"How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? Your life is like the morning fog--it's here a little while, then it's gone. What you ought to say is, "If the Lord wants us to, we will live and do this or that." -James 4:14-15

All very different guys, but similar messages.

So yes, I am making what looks from the outside like a questionable decision. Maybe not just the outside; even my mom has her eyebrows raised. But I wouldn't be who I am today or have been the places I have without making questionable decisions. Besides, my life has already been written for me, and I know the Author. He won't let me down.

One year with Zhi Sai

This past Tuesday, my family had the privilege of recognizing the one year anniversary of our 6th family member. That went fast! (In some ways.) What a year it's been with Zhi Sai. I know each one of my family members has different perspectives, but I can only speak for mine.

It has been both exactly what I expected and nothing like what I expected. I expected some adjusting issues; I didn't know what type. I expected sister moments; I didn't expect that they would involve pandas and my old room being painted pink. I expected arguments, but I had no idea it would be about wearing jeans and putting shoes on when it's 30 degrees outside. I expected to grow, but I didn't know how much God would teach me through ZS.

Here's what having her around has taught me, at least the part I can put in words.

From a learning perspective, it's fascinating to have a second language learner in the house. It's also interesting watching the cultural differences that we've encountered. And some of them may just be her personality, who knows, but we are constantly baffled by some of her behaviors. But in that, I'm forced to accept that other people have different ways of doing things based on where and how they were brought up. I respect her way of doing things, even if I think it is silly or inefficient, because they are hers. My middle class white American perspective is not better or worse than hers; it's just different. And that's a good thing to look at.

And how do I handle that? Do I get angry and annoyed when she does "weird" stuff? Or do I learn to let go a little, give up some control. Someone once said life is 10% what happens to you and 90% what you do with it. I can let the things that bother me about her make me frustrated with her, the concept of adoption, and Chinese people or general. Or I can stretch a little everyday, become more flexible. Become a better person.

Forgiveness. Wow, what she has taught me about forgiveness. She can be offensive without even realizing it. When I encounter that, again, I have a choice. Hold onto it and harden slowly, or forgive without hearing an apology, because I know I have offended God and others countless times, and they have shown me forgiveness. There are times that I have gotten angry with her and she turns against me because of that. My tendency would be to leave her in her anger, but God's grace must be working because I'm learning to go to her and apologize for my part and tell her how much I love her.

The first few months were pretty tough. She spent a lot of evenings in her room crying, muttering in Chinese, and looking at pictures of her friends back home. I desperately wanted to communicate to her the big picture, that life here would be better for her. That eventually she would make friends. She would get an education and have the opportunity to go to college and learn about Jesus. Even if I could speak Chinese, I don't think she would have understood.

But don't we do that with God? When we're going through something hard don't we sometimes cry and ask for our old lives back? And I wonder if He thinks, I wish she could see the big picture, and how this is going to make things better in time. I doubt Zhi Sai trusts our judgment about what's best for her...maybe sometimes we trust God's judgment about what's best for us. She can't see the end, and neither can we.

I think what it all comes down to is that I'm learning about love. I really, really want Zhi Sai to give me a big hug (which she won't do). I want to get snuggly with her and watch chick flicks. I want to go shopping and help her pick out clothes. I think it will happen in time. It just might not be soon. And if it never happens, that's ok. I still love her. In some inexplicable way that has nothing to do with her being especially kind or loving, I adore her and think she's fabulous. And I'm in awe that God has put this inside of me, which I know He has because I don't naturally have a gentle or unconditionally loving personality. It gives me the tiniest glimpse of how He loves us without much in return. She hurts my feelings sometimes, but that's ok. With her, I see the big picture: a girl without hope or a future was given one. And that's what God does with me; He gives me hope and a future.

So here's to you, baby sister. You are a blessing to me and others around you. Life will be a little trickier for you here...but you'll always have my hand to help you. Happy Anniversary!

Summer update

Well...here we are again, at that awkward place where I update my blog and apologize for not having done it sooner. Again I'd like to point out that since my last post I have completed almost three graduate classes (9 credits). Which, by the way, is a PAIN. This M-F 9-4 class situation is a pain. BUT after tomorrow I will be HALFWAY done my Masters degree!! Woot. Just so you're all aware, I fully intend on making a big deal out of it when I graduate. You will think there has never been a Master's degree given out before.

Anyway, let's move on, since also after tomorrow I can officially start summer vacation! Things I hope to do this summer...slash am definitely doing:

-beach with the fam in a few weeks
-going to SEATTLE! to visit my twin with Kels
-move out??
-help a former coworker with her twins
-make some jewelry with my coworker and former art teacher :)
-tutor
-get Brewer out here PRONTO
-another Bikram Yoga!
-Take 15 classes at Merritt...also a Groupon purchase!
-Learn to slalom ski...oh WAIT I DID THAT YESTERDAY!
-weekly prayer/craft meetings with my Erikins
-hang out with my cousin returning from Kenya in August!

Ok I think that's enough for now...I actually have to go call Krysten back...later kids.

Bikram Yoga

So this has absolutely nothing to do with Father's Day, but I did say I would blog about my yoga adventure. On some fateful day in May, Groupon offered 5 sessions of Bikram (pronounced "beek-ram") for $20. Since yoga can get pricey and summer was coming up, I was quite interested. Bikram yoga is also known as "hot yoga," and I don't really know the technical differences except that it's yoga in a 105 degree heated room. Supposedly all the sweating detoxifies your body.

Since I'm obviously intrigued by new experiences, I was pretty excited to buy my yoga mat and get started. I even made a bag to carry my yoga mat in! I rolled over to Cockeysville (which, to be fair, is a far roll) and tried not to look too ignorant about what I was doing. I stuck my stuff in a locker, grabbed my water, towel, and mat, and headed into The Room.

The first thing, in my opinion, that you notice about The Room is the smell. There's no way of sugar-coating the fact that it's pretty bad. I can't explain it. I don't think it's like that everywhere, though. Maybe just that location. Anyway the obvious second thing, or maybe you realize it simultaneously, is the heat. No brainer, right? But it's also humid, and since there are no windows, it feels stuffy too; the air has nowhere to go. So I thought I'd be all cool like the other folks and lie on my mat and wait for 15 minutes until class started but there was no way. I set my towel down and went back to the bathroom and pretending to look for something in my locker until the last possible second.

Once class started, the instructor informed us that we'd probably start to feel sick and lightheaded, like we were going to pass out, but we wouldn't. I nodded and thought, Do you know where I lived for a year? I can handle anything.

And about 30 minutes later, I reversed my position on that. I was pretty sure that she was wrong; I was going to pass out. Or die. The yoga itself isn't the problem; it's the heat and humidity that gets to you. Also the sweat that runs into your eyes burns. But dang it I was going to stick it out, and I did. And if sweating detoxifies you, then I'm pretty sure I got a lot of toxins out.

After class was over and I staggered, blurry-eyed into the hallway and the bathroom to retrieve my things, I could only assume that this is how one feels when they've smoked some bad weed. As I left I checked with the instructor just to confirm that the sweating is good for you...I wanted to really make sure that there was some benefit to this situation.

I won't lie; I wasn't really sure I should drive home, but there were things to get done so I sailed off trying to refocus my brain. Let me tell you, that's one of the best showers I've ever had.

So. The conclusion. The next day I noticed I didn't feel as hungry as usual, and that kind of continued for the next few weeks, which cause me to lose weight since I wasn't consuming many calories. Now that could be due to a ton of things: stress, the ludicrous amount of vitamins I'm taking, whatever it is that is currently effecting my joints, but I like to think it was the yoga. So was it hot and miserable? Yes. Did I see benefits? I think so. Will I go back? Definitely. I payed money for those classes and I fully intend to use it up. And if it alter my appetite, all the better. Would I pay $17/class (the normal price)? Not unless it radically alters my health.

I'm also wondering if I should just get a yoga video and set it up outside on my deck on a hot, humid July day to get the same effect...

SCHOOL'S OUT!

There are no words in English nor in Hebrew to express how I feel today. There were certainly days (more than I care to admit to) that I wasn't sure I'd make it to this point! But here we are, and the school year is 2.5 hours from being DONE! I cannot believe it.

I'm not completely off the hook; I still have classes to complete. But I think not going to work all day will make a huge difference. I am so enjoying my current class, educational assessment, and how applicable it is! Really all my classes have been great; I highly recommend College of Notre Dame of Maryland, to be changed to Notre Dame of Maryland University this fall. It's a great place. And there's definitely something to be said for learning things you are doing at the same time.

Without further ado, some summer plans:

-Finish Educational Assessment
-1 week of Human Development
-1 week of Leadership I
-Smith A104 roommate reunion July 4th weekend! What!
-trip to Michigan?
-trip to Seattle?
-see Natalie Brewer?
-sit by as many pools as possible
-read the books required for my ACSI certification
-beach with my family

That's a lot of things...so I'd better stop before I stress myself out.

Note: I need to update on two things at some point, Bikram Yoga and my health. Forthcoming!

Holy Week Reflections

Yes, I have returned from my travels south, and will certainly have comment on it later, but today is Good Friday, and I had the pleasure of having my weekly prayer time with my best friend Erica today, and I want to post here some of what I reflected on with her.

I've been working hard this year, and I think I didn't realize until recently how impossible this year should have been for me. A few weeks ago I stopped and realized the significant number of changes and challenges I've experienced since last June:

1) moved back to my home country
2) moved back in with my parents
3) started a new job
4) started a graduate program
5) lost a grandparent
6) watched my dad struggle with keeping the surviving grandparent healthy and well
7) felt very uncertain about the future of my church due to financial issues
8) planned a trip to a country I've never been to
9) lost the other grandparent on that trip
10) got sick 3 times
11) gained a new, non-English speaking member of my family
12) since September, I've spent the year without of my best friends (in Africa)
13) been part of the preparations for the other best friend's wedding in 3 weeks

There have been other things too...trying to maintain a healthy diet that I can believe in...missing friends in other states and not having time to visit them...making new friends...I could add other things.

When these things started to occur to me, it dawned on me that no one person should be able to handle this many things in one year. I think I kind of turned around to see how long and how far Christ has been carrying me this year. Because I shouldn't have been able to get through all this without falling apart. But God has brought me through this. And He's still bringing me through this.

About two weeks ago I hit another change, a bump in the road, whatever you want to call it. And that was my moment of saying, Lord, I don't think I can handle any more this year. I'm praying He doesn't send anything else. But I'm so blissfully at peace knowing that if He does, He'll give me the strength to get through it.

So today, as I reflect on the meaning of today, the remembrance of Jesus' death for me, I'm also thinking about how He sacrificed Himself on earth so that I could have a relationship with Him. A relationship that means He covers me. I don't see any benefit to Him: I get redeemed, He has to take care of another sinner. And so tonight I'm just marveling at this kind of love. And so thankful that He shows it to us.

Viaje!

Am I the worst blogger in the world? Potentially. I need someone to remind me.

Just a quick note to say two things: A) I'm leaving tomorrow to go back down to Jarabacoa! SO EXCITED to see everyone and to have some time off. It came at the perfect time for so many reasons. B) I will probably eat meat while I am there. So many of my memories come from different places we ate, and I want to visit old haunts. Not to mention I doubt there are any gross mega meat processing factories in the DR.

Might have to do a posting at the old Tier Travels spot...we'll see! Hasta luego!

Pura vida...

Since 2006 I've sort of made it my goal to hit a new country every year. I've cheated a little bit (2 new countries in 2009 and no new one in 2010), but for the most part I'm doing well. 2011's country: Costa Rica!
I went with 30some 8th graders and their parents and such for a week-long missions trip. It was pretty stressful but the weather was beautiful and we all know how I feel about palm trees. Definitely a confirmation of my love for Central/South America and Hispanic countries in general.

I'll let the pictures do the talking!

I'm a jei jei...

Ok, not to sound like a broken record but....I'm sorry I'm terrible at posting. To be fair; the past month has been a terrible mash of unstructured snow days and stress about the upcoming school trip to Costa Rica. Also the event which I'm about to reflect on.

About four weeks ago, my parents and J left on a jet plane (reference to the song; I don't actually know what they flew on) to head to China. Two weeks later, they came home with my newest sibling, Zhi Sai, 13 years old.

So here we are, 6 Tiers. My parents have two adult children and two teenagers. (Good luck!) And we all. live. together. (I smell a reality show...) But back to the newly built family. Especially since my blog is half food half new things. I have a new sister! Is there anything bigger in life than that? I mean besides getting married or having my own child?

It's weird, no lie. And it's hard. But I keep trying to remind everyone that we knew it'd be like this. We knew she wouldn't speak English. We knew there are attachment issues with older adopted children. It's easy for me to despair and assume we'll never be able to talk to her...but I remind myself that it's only been 2 weeks. Things will change.

For now, keep praying. That she would learn English quickly. That she would connect with Mom. That she would learn discipline.

Thanks everyone!

Differences

Happy Martin Luther King Day! It seems like everything that's happening in my life today has a common theme, so I'm thinking it's time for a blog post.

MLK Day is one of those things that stays on your calendar and you think, yes, a day off! Or, if you're in college, you think, Why don't I have off? (At least that was my mind at Messiah.) Today, though, is special in a lot of ways. Earlier my parents and Jordan picked up a new member of my family in China, a thirteen year old orphan. They have basically no way to communicate with each other. Awkward turtle in the hotel room? Maybe.

Because I've apparently become a procrastinator in my post-college life, I've popped up Google a few times today for various and a sundry searches, like Why do we keep the thermostat at 68 degrees, hating winter, etc. and saw their image in celebration of today:

Which I love. Here's why. Growing up my school was pretty much 98% white, and I live in an area that is shockingly racially divided by county line. The public schools in my county are super-white, and the public schools across the bridges are super-black. But right over the bridges is also my school, and it looks different from when I went there. I'm not talking about the additional middle school classrooms; I'm talking about the students. This Google image looks like the elementary classes that I teach. And I think it looks the way Martin Luther King imagined it looking. I love that I teach in a school that does that, that brings together kids on both sides of the water.

Moving on, I've been plugging away (in between google searches) on my Philosophy of Special Education paper. Part of our philosophy has to include "fully reflecting on the role and value of individuals with disabilities to society." I came across this article about that very topic. I won't go into it, since it's pretty short and legit and you should all read it, but it got me to thinking about how working and living with people who are different is what makes us grow. This is why I can never live alone; I would be too selfish. I am tickled that as a Spanish teacher I not only teach my kids another language, but how to celebrate and appreciate other cultures besides our own. And that's part of my philosophy on Sp. Ed. That we appreciate the differences around us. That differences force us to think outside of ourselves, and that's always beautiful.

I'm so excited and nervous to welcome a stranger into our family. And I'm excited about the ways that it will stretch me and force me to become more like Jesus. What an amazing thing!

I hope you all celebrate the differences around you and in your life. Even if you share a bathroom with someone who accidentally leaves their stuff all over the place. (I'm making you become a better person Kels!)

2011

Happy New Year! What good would a blog dedicated to new things be without a new years post? It's 2011! When did that happen? Ten years ago I was a high school freshman...yikes! Tan viejo!

Things I'm looking forward to this year:

April: trip back down to the DR to visit my friends and students! Might have to make a post on good old Don't Drink The Water! just for kicks.

May: My best friend is getting MARRIED!

Summer: I'm hoping Natalie # 1 moves herself over to the East Coast so we can get a place together and start the Nat Flat. Also, I'm turning 25. That's a quarter of a century. I'm thinking birthday party?

November: On November 11th in 2001 my friend Jenna and I sat in a Subway marveling over the beauty of the day's date, 11/11/01. We decided to write down where we thought we'd be in ten years on a napkin. I still have that napkin. We're going back to Subway to read what we wrote :)

Resolutions? I don't really have any...but some things I would like to do:
-write more letters to people.
-get my cousin back from Kenya at some point.
-start the Nat Flat as previously stated
-visit friends in Seattle, Chicago, and Michigan. Or one of those.
-complete the requirements for MD teaching certification
-go on a date. Or a few dates. It's been like two years, so I'd be down for more than one.
-find my sister a boyfriend.
-get my motorcycle license

A decent list, si? I could go on. But I think these are reasonable goals/interests.

Well, I have a meeting to be off to. Love going back to school on weekday nights! Booooo.

Deck the clothes!

I'M BACK! My dwindling number of readers I'm sure are thrilled. I'm a little excited about this post though. In the past year, someone let me know about New Dress a Day, which has been my new favorite blog to read. Marisa goes to thrift stores and yard sales and finds cheap and mostly ugly pieces of clothing, which she then alters and wears.

I'm a fairly decent sewer (hooray, I have a feminine quality!), and an excellent cheap spender. Unfortunately I have no time. Enter Christmas Break to my rescue! Let's back up. For some reason my mother decided to offer me a heinously colored "dress" (sack) from the 80s:

(FYI, I'm wearing pants under it...I'm not pregnant as it appears.) So this pale pink stretchy knit fabric apparently passed as socially acceptable wear back in the day. Ew. I was going to pitch it, or sleep in it, when my inner creativity starting working.
New Dress a Day made me think that perhaps I could
venture into the land of fabric dying, which I've never done. With my sister's support I headed out to Michael's, and bought some Cherry Red RIT dye.(If you try this, use stainless steel...trust me on this one.)

I did some snipping and hacking and sewing...and Voile! I created my Christmas Eve dress:

(I am, obviously, on the right.) Again not pregnant...maybe it's just the fabric. Remind me to suck in my stomach for pictures.

Tre cute, no? I had a good time, and I feel very resourceful!

Hope ya'll (who am I kidding, "all"?) had a fantastic Christmas! Here's to a happy 2011!!

PS on 1/20/11: I got a better picture of the dress:

Feliz Navidad...

If another one of my students asks me if we can sing "Feliz Navidad" I'm going to scream. There ARE other Christmas songs in Spanish! I would like to present one of my favorites, introduced to me by Brewer, entitled "Mi burrito sabanero". This doesn't actually mean "my tasty burrito" as you might be inclined to think it does. It means "My little grasslands donkey." Enjoy! And Merry Christmas!



Lyrics (and hence why this is a Christmas song) can be found here.

Embarrassed...

I'm aware that I'm heinously overdue for an update, but I'm up to my overly-mascara'ed eyelashes in Christmas shopping stress. I seriously don't remember being this overwhelmed last year. It was like a couple orders online, bam, done. All the presents were at my house waiting for me when I finally got home after my 24-hour adventure from Santiago to Miami to Charlotte to BWI due to Snowmageddon Part Uno. Just remembering that little venture makes me want to change my clothes and take a shower. Yuck.

Anyway, maybe once I have a better handle on Christmas shopping I can add something interesting on here? Perhaps?

Couple random thoughts:
1) I seriously need to start my Christmas shopping in early November next year.
2) The commercialization and amount of people in the stores overwhelms me.
3) I do not want to even think about looking at my credit card bill.
4) Avatar: The Last Airbender was way better than Avatar. I don't care what the critics say.
5) Tonight I opted for movie by myself in my house instead of going out. Am I 40??
6) I am ridiculously excited for Ravens vs. Pit-of-hell's burgh tomorrow. And Jets vs Patriots Monday! Big weekend for football!

Fall fruit

Words cannot express how cold it is. It's interesting; in the back of my head this past year I knew in theory it was cold up here, but I'm not sure my skin registered it. And now, it's a rude awakening. One which is only going to get worse, seeing as it's only November.

There are two silver linings to the weather getting colder and days getting shorter. One is pumpkin, which I could discuss ad nauseam, but I won't.

The other is one of my favorite fruits: pomegranates! I wish these things were available year round, but alas, only in the fall. They're super tasty and super healthy. One of the girls at my old job thought they looked gross on the inside, but she was kind of a bitter negative person anyway. And had clearly never eaten a pomegranate.

Granted, they take a looong time to peel and whatnot, but the reward is big. They have a huge amount of antioxidants, as well as potassium, and vitamins B and C. It's also low in calories and sugar.

If you haven't tasted one, give it a shot! If you have, let this post remind you of the pom wonders and inspire you to pick a few up the next time you're at the grocery store.

Lettuce choose...

Awesome. It's almost 8 pm, and I haven't showered or started the monstrous load of grading I have to do. Oh well. I'm trying to keep up on blogging! My mom read my blog and was INSPIRED to buy quinoa!!! I have changed a life through my blog. Even if I happen to be squatting in her place of residence.

Anyway, before I get onto my (brief) thought for the evening, I want to express how awesome my family and friends are. I can't even count how many people have prayed for and asked about my Praxis test on Tuesday. I had students, siblings, parents, friends around the world pray for me. All of my coworkers asked. I got a call from out of state to see how it went. I feel super loved :).

So, quickly, I'm going to offer a short rant. I got into a familiar debate with my mom over iceberg lettuce vs. greener leaves tonight. We've been through it before. Up until about two seconds ago, I was about to say iceberg lettuce has no nutritional value. A quick Google search proved me wrong! Apparently it does have SOME value. Just not alot. And less than Romaine or Spinach leaves. Here's the thing; if I'm going to be eating salad, a food I only consume to be healthy, I want to be as healthy as possible. Thus, I'm going with the greener choice. Also I HATE the texture of iceberg lettuce. If I wanted to eat cabbage, I would eat cabbage.

That, my friends, is all I have to say for now on this matter. I have kids to teach tomorrow and I need to give them their papers back!

Quinoa

What?? I don't even know how to pronounce that word. That is what you're thinking. Or at least that's what I'm betting you're thinking. Let me help: keen-wah. Looks like this:

Except super small. It's a grain grown in South America that my fantastic cousin Kaylie first mentioned to me before she left for Africa. I kinda thought, oh I guess I'll cook it sometime when I have time...and we all know how well that goes.

But I kinda thought I should give it a shot, and I spent a long time googling before I figured out how to spell it. Anyway. You don't care about all this. Let's fast forward: a woman at work gives me a box and I google 'quinoa recipes' and make a nice mexican-style quinoa dish for my lunch two weeks ago. And it's good! I like this stuff. It has a nutty, grainy texture, and goes well with alot of flavors. Here's the important part: quinoa is high in complete protein, which apparently means it contains all 9 amino acids. (Good for me and others who don't eat meat.) It's also gluten free, which doesn't matter as much to me, but definitely matters to people with Coeliac's disease (don't worry; I had to search that spelling too).

So today is week 2 of cooking quinoa, and I went off of a fruit recipe. I love cinnamon! And spending a year without apples has made me appreciate them more. It looks yummy, and with the walnuts I think it will be very filling.

If you're up for a little adventure, or just something different in your diet, I recommend giving this a shot! I found it in the organic section of Martin's near couscous and similar products. It's admittedly a little expensive ($4.29 for this 12 oz box), but I think it's worth it. If you're buying and eating white rice, I won't even begin to tell you how lacking it is in nutrients. The same goes for regular pasta. (Now whole-grain pasta is a different story. Especially if it's Nature's Promise.) So hopefully you're all cooking wild rice and/or spending 4 hours using your pasta machine with local eggs and whole grain flour to whip up your own pasta. But if you're not, you should give this a shot.

Physical Therapy

Well friends, this week marks the third week of another new thing...physical therapy. For those who may not know, on Labor Day a drunken little tiny tot (ok, so she wasn't totally drunk and she wasn't THAT young, but still) smashed her car into mine. There were many results of this, not limited to my anger and then sheer rage when her friend asked me if *I* was drinking and driving, but the main one I want to discuss briefly is my neck.

I have always had tension in my neck/shoulders, but the hearty slam to the back of my Civic didn't help. The orthopedist signed a little note recommending 12 sessions of physical therapy, so I guess after Wednesday I'll be halfway done.

I'm sure physical therapy is quite rough and painful if you have some sort of serious injury like, say, a torn ACL. And there are painful days. But for the most part, it's wonderful. I get to spend an hour working on the muscles in my shoulder and having people velcro warm towels around my neck. Today my therapist did something called ETPS, and I have no idea what it stands for. (When I wikipedia'd it, it went to Empire Test Pilot's School, and that's definitely not right.) The long and short of it is that he took two little things that looked almost like glue guns, and shocked my muscles with little electric zaps. And it was great! I think it helped my neck a little.

It's also a great place to people watch. Mostly old(er) people, but sometimes there are kids with sports injuries. It's pretty fascinating. I feel like I could definitely fake PT knowledge if I needed to, a la Catch Me If You Can. Don't worry; I have no interest in attempting this or testing my hypothesis.

Well, I have a warm shower and a bed waiting for me. Note to self: need to blog more. Otherwise I'll lose my 1.5 readers. (Hi Mom!)

Good night everyone! If you're ever in a car accident, get checked out right away! Make sure you Personal Injury Protection (PIP) is secure.