I'm In No Mood to Blog...My Team LOST, gosh-darn-it!

Alright, I'm a heee-yuge Denver Broncos fan, so, naturally, I sat down to watch today's game in hi-def; you know, spend some quality time with my dad, yelling at the television. My mother had the common sense to remind us that they can't hear us, we know that, right? My dad says that they can hear us, since it's hi-definition, which toootally makes sense to me. Any-who, it was a bad game overall, but there were some okay points I suppose. Whatever, better next week against the Colts.

I Pray My Eyes Deceive Me!

Normally, I am simply enthralled by the sight of the latest TV Guide (just see my prior posts!), and, at first, today was no different. I was especially excited to see a little picture of Zac Efron and Vanessa Hudgens (Troy and Gabriella from High School Musical) on the cover. My heart raced as I saw they were featured in an article regarding the making of an HSM movie to be released in theaters next fall. I turned the pages but I gasped when my eyes found the title of the article: "Why Zac and Vanessa May Skip the Next Movie".


OOOOOOHHHHH MY STARS, FOR THE LOVE OF LIZA!!!!

I love HSM with almost every fiber of my being (okay, slight exaggeration), and I would love nothing more than to wait in line to see the feature film at it's first midnight showing. But people, how can it be High School Musical without the two main characters?? Consider this my official potential protest. If there aren't Troy and Gabriella, mark my words, I. Will. Not. See. That. Movie.

And that, my fellow bloggers, is all I have to say about that.

Unconscious Mutterings: Meme

I got this meme from LunaNina, and I thought it might be fun. And I'm bored, and needed something to do. It's just simple word association, so, go ahead, give it a try!

1. Scrabble :: Word chains


2. NyQuil :: Drowsy
   


3. Roadtrip :: Squished in the back seat


4. Idiot :: Patrick and Spongebob


5. Bandages :: Skateboarding


6. Series :: LOST


7. Summer :: the Beach


8. Prompt :: Writing


9. September :: Apples, Fall
   


10. Chicken :: Soup, KFC

I think number nine is a sure sign that working at a pick-your-own fruit farm has truly affected me psychologically. I have found that I've started to base what time of year it is on what fruit or vegetable I know to be in season. But we'll save my psycho-fruit problems for another post.

New Template, New Post!

I changed the template, only because the polka-dots were bothering me. ((Plus, it delays the pending doom of homework.))

Today, I taught Sunday school with my friend Jennie, and it went pretty well. Our church meets at a school, so there was the ability to bribe the children with a trek outside to the playground, which was for everyone's enjoyment, believe me!

I had looked over my lesson on the computer, planned what I was going to do, and responsibly printed it out, so I was totally prepared. Except for the part when I forgot the printed-out lesson at home. I mean, don't get me wrong, I knew what I was supposed to teach, but I need the guidelines in front of me, people! Luckily, I had my handy-dandy iPhone, which, conveniently, had the email with the lesson, and the ability to view Word documents. I was saved by Apple yet again.

The kids enjoyed the lesson (as much as can be expected from a group of 5 and 6 year olds), and our Bible verse was:

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
John 1:1

We played with Play-doh, made Dot Art, and little Bibles with our Bible verses on them, had snack, and went outside. I think we had more fun than the kids did. You should have heard me squeal when I saw the supply box.

After, when we were waiting for the kids to be picked up, I tried to keep them entertained, and, one by one, they went off with their parents, but not before each of them stopped to give me a biiiiiiig "Thanks, Teacher" hug.

I think that's why I love teaching Sunday school. That, and the neon-colored Play-doh. And the Cheezits-and-little-cups-of-water Snack doesn't hurt, either.

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