sardines

can i tell you how much i love my job? no? too bad. i'm going to anyway. because this is my blog. not yours. i win. - can you tell i've been teaching elementary classes today?

yep, that's what i've been doing. filling in for eric teaching sacred studies to 4th, 5th and 6th grade today. it is so fun. the saint for today is aelred - the patron saint of friendship. so i gave each of them a piece of paper with their name on it and then they had to pass them around and everyone had to write something nice about everyone else. we talked about how there are friends that we love and that even people who are not our friends are loved AND blessed by God so we should love them too. it was good. and they did a good job coming up with good things for eachother. i was impressed. it has been a good day so far.

we don't have SFC this friday. (superheroes for christ) and i find myself bummed. sure i'm very excited to just spend time with my husband but i have so much fun with those guys. they are so hilarious. sometimes i wonder if i was that funny when i was that age.

grant and i are really struggling about being in miami. some days it is just so hard to be here. other days i'm too tired to even think about it. i love my job. i love my husband. i love school- but i wish i was taking classes just for fun instead of having to worry if they count or not and all that crap.

i finally admitted that i wouldn't mind moving back to tallahassee when our three years are up. i don't know why that was so hard for me to admit. probably because i complained so much while i was there. hindsight = 20/20. but we've also been pushing around the idea of grant going federal. all we know is that God wants us here right now so here we are... but we are willing, God, we are willing.

Swedanish

sometimes i am an idiot. i really try hard too.

working in miami causes me to constantly come across people who do not speak english. spanish only please. this often happens with the grandparents of my youth group students. so when the kids grandparents come to drop them off or pick them up i try my hardest to speak spanish with them- especially if they try to fumble through some english for me.

so. last friday one girls grandma came to drop her off. she was speaking in stilted english while trying to figure out what time to pick her grandaughter up. so i tell her the time in spanish and she stares at me weird. i'm thinking 'my spanish is not great but it's not that bad either' and finally we figure out 8:30.

later the girl tells everyone her grandmother is visiting from Sweden.

ba da da.

oh my.