Semper Gumbi!
Always flexible! It's the new motto of the stake musical. It's going to be a crazy month and a half.
Today's lesson went a gabillion times better than last week. Part of that might have been because I gave Kafka (his new nickname) the option of going and being with his mom if he felt like he was going to be having a too!much!sensory!input day, so he left at the beginning of class. Maybe it wasn't the best choice, but it made teaching a lot easier. We'll see what we can do to keep him around next week. By the way, my one nugget of teaching!wisdom? "Faith is not the force!"
I was chorister for Sacrament Meeting today, because our regular chorister was gone somewhere. I forget just how much muscle it takes to conduct; by the end of the songs my left arm (the one I was using so the organist could see) was dragging. Thankfully she said she could see fine if I used my right arm. I never knew that I had any upper arm strength, but I apparently had enough in my right arm to make it through a couple hymns. I am such a pathetic specimen of humanity. At the end of the meeting, Sister Clark complimented me on my conducting (I think). She said, "You're so expressive! Even the tips of your hair communicate well!" Like I said, it was a compliment, I think.
Jefe made cookies. Gingersnaps and chocolate chip so we had enough to keep for the family and to give to the missionaries. What a good little moose he is. He's a pretty decent cook too. ;-)
During dinner, Jefe remembered that he has a project due in Language Arts tomorrow, so he had to write an epilogue to the book he just read. The book was about a teen emoing during the great depression, so Jefe had his family move back to Poland so the kid could emo during the WWII. Jefe hated the book and his ending, but it did give him the opportunity to write the character of "the emoest Nazi to ever emo," so I contend it can't have been all that bad.
Orange juice and cranberry juice together are *love*. (If I knew how to insert those little music notes that I see on YamaPi's j-web, I would definitely insert them here.) I think there's some sort of alcoholic drink that uses that combo (tequila sunrise perhaps?), but I don't know why on earth you would want to ruin the beautiful taste with something as mundane as alcohol.
It was 80 degrees today. Blech. Whatever happened to all that beautiful snow we had just this past Wednesday? *sigh*
I love how I never look at my flist - I just go to their sites - but I always look at anamuan's. I could just, I don't know, sign up for the academics_anon thing or the other ones that I like, but no. Much easier to do it this way.
*waves at all my Georgetown friends* happy last day of classes, especially to those of you graduating soon!!!
Today's lesson went a gabillion times better than last week. Part of that might have been because I gave Kafka (his new nickname) the option of going and being with his mom if he felt like he was going to be having a too!much!sensory!input day, so he left at the beginning of class. Maybe it wasn't the best choice, but it made teaching a lot easier. We'll see what we can do to keep him around next week. By the way, my one nugget of teaching!wisdom? "Faith is not the force!"
I was chorister for Sacrament Meeting today, because our regular chorister was gone somewhere. I forget just how much muscle it takes to conduct; by the end of the songs my left arm (the one I was using so the organist could see) was dragging. Thankfully she said she could see fine if I used my right arm. I never knew that I had any upper arm strength, but I apparently had enough in my right arm to make it through a couple hymns. I am such a pathetic specimen of humanity. At the end of the meeting, Sister Clark complimented me on my conducting (I think). She said, "You're so expressive! Even the tips of your hair communicate well!" Like I said, it was a compliment, I think.
Jefe made cookies. Gingersnaps and chocolate chip so we had enough to keep for the family and to give to the missionaries. What a good little moose he is. He's a pretty decent cook too. ;-)
During dinner, Jefe remembered that he has a project due in Language Arts tomorrow, so he had to write an epilogue to the book he just read. The book was about a teen emoing during the great depression, so Jefe had his family move back to Poland so the kid could emo during the WWII. Jefe hated the book and his ending, but it did give him the opportunity to write the character of "the emoest Nazi to ever emo," so I contend it can't have been all that bad.
Orange juice and cranberry juice together are *love*. (If I knew how to insert those little music notes that I see on YamaPi's j-web, I would definitely insert them here.) I think there's some sort of alcoholic drink that uses that combo (tequila sunrise perhaps?), but I don't know why on earth you would want to ruin the beautiful taste with something as mundane as alcohol.
It was 80 degrees today. Blech. Whatever happened to all that beautiful snow we had just this past Wednesday? *sigh*
I love how I never look at my flist - I just go to their sites - but I always look at anamuan's. I could just, I don't know, sign up for the academics_anon thing or the other ones that I like, but no. Much easier to do it this way.
*waves at all my Georgetown friends* happy last day of classes, especially to those of you graduating soon!!!