Mrs. A

it is the most wonderful time of year for so many reasons: family, friends, snow, vacation, parties, fun, gifts, scarves, mittens, hot chocolate, cards, books, naps, and opportunities to laugh. but, the most important aspect of this time of year is the most tender of all.... i have not touched him or sat on his knee, yet Jesus is real to me. i know He lives, and i will follow Him faithfully. my heart to Him i give; i know that my Savior loves me. so with this, i just want to say....

I've just been released from the Relief Society presidency and got pegged to be a Sunday School teacher. Easy enough, right? Oh no. Teaching in my classroom is different from teaching adults in a church setting. Unfortunately, some of the adults are more rowdy and less attentive than the 7th and 8th graders. So, needless to say, I was nervous to teach this past Sunday. When I get nervous my cheeks turn candy apple red and I can hardly speak. I also perspire, because of the hot flashes that come my way when I get nervous. It's lovely to have that all happen when I'm standing in front of a crowd of 60+ people. The lesson's objective made it worth it though to stand and sweat in front of people. We talked about God's love for us and how we can show our love for him. Read the first sentence in the paragraph again, please. The line of 'God is Love' comes from 1 John in the New Testament and emphasizes how all love originates from our Heavenly Father. Our most inn...

i needed a place to post this picture, because i like the barn in it...

my library has a great selection of magazines. my male students love to check them out and look at pictures of horses, pickups, motorcycles, and snow machines. unfortunately, some of these magazines have other pictures that are not so virtuous. so when one of these.... finds one of these... they generally find some of these too .... (Note, the example below is actually more modest than many adds I've seen lately in the magazines.) so i take one of these... and suddenly all the models in the magazines are modest, because they're wearing long black outfits. just saving one junior high male at a time. modest is hottest. yes, in several ways. over and out, a

"God has not only given us life, but He has filled the world with everything to make life desirable.." Frederick A. Aiken

i woke up bright and early this morning so i would be on time to meet the carpool group. i can't turn on all the lights in my room when i'm getting ready, because i share a room with hanna banana. she's still sound asleep at that time, so i try to be quiet and get everything done without waking her up. this morning i found my long kahki school pants, and i decided to wear a green shirt that is slightly billowy but tapers in at the waist and elbows. i also grabbed the nearest jacket, because my classroom is freezing. i can sometimes see my breath in the morning. yes, it's that bad. i ran out the door of my house, sat in my car, and got where i needed to go and taught a full day's worth of classes. during my prep hour, which is the last hour of the day, i was chatting to the principal in her office. i was playing with the top of my shirt with my fingers when I felt something that usually is not in the front. that's right folks - this morning i slipped on my shirt ...

Sometimes I have time to look at other blogs and facebook when I'm not engulfed in reading and grading 'not so interesting' essays written by junior high students. (We're working on the interesting part today in class.) It seems like everyone is an amateur/expert photographer, an impressive baker, a savvy fashionista, a home designer, a consistent exerciser, a seamstress extraordinaire, a political powerhouse, a cool crafter, a friendly friend, and a technology tycoon. Oh, and they usually have adorably painted toenails to boot. It just makes my mind whirl. I am probably none of the above. Actually, I can guarantee that I am none of the above. Sure, I've dabbled in a couple of the areas, but elite has never been my adjective. Don't worry folks, I'm not depressed or anything. I'm just wondering how I fit into the whole scheme of things. It's not really an identity crisis - it's figuring out how to take advantage of the blessings and opportunitie...