Okay, the title is a little bit of a stretch. A couple weekends ago, I watched "Something Borrowed" (a chick flick based off of a chick-book) and then watched "William and Kate: The Lifetime Original Movie." Feeling a little pitiful that I spent so much of my weekend engrossed in cheesy love stories, I decided to count the William and Kate as a historical biographical presentation... from a foreign perspective. Now I just sound cultured!
In other news, I'm starting a new goal to increase my gratitude for the gifts that I've been given and all that I own and have, hoping that it transfers from physical gifts to abstract as well. Starting Easter, I am going to try my hardest - I know there will be some exceptions - to not buy any items "new." I can buy used items, and items that you can't find new (yes, I will still purchase deodorant, food, and running gear I am giving myself an exception as well). I have noticed that I really don't take advantage of goodwill stores, for clothes or kitchen items, and know that I actually have plenty of items and there are few items that I really need. (Although the skymall hot dog cooker is close to the top of the list... just kidding... I think.)
By purchasing only used things, I will be doing my part to not waste resources or abuse over-production of "things," and it will make me think about what items are really worth purchasing and searching for. I imagine a side benefit is that I will save money and space, too.
I need your help. If you read this blog, you are probably someone who, at one point or another, wants to give me a gift. People just do that sometimes. It's like, I don't know what is so special about Bastille Day, but apparently everyone knows I love celebrating it! Your help comes in many ways:
1. You can pray for me. I hope you do this anyway... I am probably praying for you.
2. Refrain from buying me gifts that are new or that I don't need - buy used or use-up items. Diane has found amazing kitchen platters at garage sales before - I am not offended by receiving, and really want, used items. Use-up items include food, gift certificates to restaurants or grocery stores, tickets to things/ activities, and ... running clothes. (I barely like my own used running clothes... I don't need to buy someone else's used!) The best gifts would also be donations to non-profit organizations that work to support and help people. I can give a number of suggestions of places to donate to that I would rather them see the money than me.
3. Consider doing something yourself to reduce your environmental footprint. It can be as simple as larger laundry loads or using cold water in the laundry to having a compost bin for your food scraps (Gracie doesn't count, but she might be close). You can take quizzes online to find out your footprint and what you can do to reduce it.
Regarding teaching - I was at an interview this morning and the teacher giving me a tour of the school mentioned how she was beat up her first year of teaching - she quickly clarified that she meant "beat down" and not "beat up", and that the students now were better than that year... I surprised myself by not even reacting to the thought that she was beat up. I guess my little preschool stint made me pretty tough. I wish the teethmarks were still there for bragging rights, because the scars from scratches are fading now.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
it makes the world go around and around and... (hanson, anyone?)
Three things are on the agenda for this morning. In no particular order of importance (particularly because most things that I post have little to no importance), they are:
1. I need a catch-phrase/ quote/ amalgamation of words that relates flying and love. I know that there has to be one out there, but all I can think of is "on the wings of love" which is now (was?) a television show tagline. Please help.
2. I had a delicious dinner last night. I had leftover vegetable soup with Shaker Corn Bread (in my cast iron skillet) on the side. Of course, I didn't really follow that recipe... instead of using what I'm assuming they meant by "egg substitute" of eggbeaters, I mixed 1 T flaxseed meal with 3 T water... Instead of chopped dill, I used a chile pepper in adobo sauce (I do understand that is a completely different taste)... Substituted frozen corn for fresh (nbd)... Substituted milk powder and water for 2% milk (without really measuring). Six out of ten ingredients remained the same, however.
The real highlight to the meal was a Hasselback potato. I used this recipe from my pretend-friend Joy because I had a sweet potato (even though she uses a regular potato) that needed eaten. It was delectable. Delicious. I will have to try this potato cooking method more often.
The recipe was followed pretty closely for the potato, except for the whole normal- sweet substitution. I think when I make it again, if I use a sweet potato, I'm not going to bother with pesto because the roasting made it good enough on its own. I also think I could've put brown sugar crumbles on top, or maybe even this pecan and goat cheese salsa. It was good but it almost took away from the roasted-goodness of garlic and butter and oil.
Also, I hadn't written down the pesto recipe, so I can't really give feedback on it. I food-processed some cashews, olive oil, garlic salt, and spinach... I have a feeling hers would be a different taste with all her added ingredients. Mine was good though - I froze the rest for pasta leftovers some day. If I can ever remember to have leftovers...
3. My little preschoolers are teaching me a lot about love, and how I lack it. Interestingly, those of you who have heard me talk about "my buddy" or remember my post about my insensitivity toward his bodily excretions might be surprised to know that I feel a lot of love for him. I can see his turmoil and angst (that sounds really deep for a 3 1/2 year old, but I need some outlet for big words right now) - and while I do get completely drained and sometimes, yes, he makes me cry like one of the preschoolers myself, I am patient and can mostly love him. I need help and I rely on the Spirit inside me so that I can demonstrate some fruits of the Spirit with him - but also with others. There are other attributes the preschoolers have that frustrate me more quickly and I have trouble really embodying love to them.
1. I need a catch-phrase/ quote/ amalgamation of words that relates flying and love. I know that there has to be one out there, but all I can think of is "on the wings of love" which is now (was?) a television show tagline. Please help.
2. I had a delicious dinner last night. I had leftover vegetable soup with Shaker Corn Bread (in my cast iron skillet) on the side. Of course, I didn't really follow that recipe... instead of using what I'm assuming they meant by "egg substitute" of eggbeaters, I mixed 1 T flaxseed meal with 3 T water... Instead of chopped dill, I used a chile pepper in adobo sauce (I do understand that is a completely different taste)... Substituted frozen corn for fresh (nbd)... Substituted milk powder and water for 2% milk (without really measuring). Six out of ten ingredients remained the same, however.
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| I'm also reading my kindle while eating dinner on fancy plates, because I love the plates Diane found for me and I love free books. |
The real highlight to the meal was a Hasselback potato. I used this recipe from my pretend-friend Joy because I had a sweet potato (even though she uses a regular potato) that needed eaten. It was delectable. Delicious. I will have to try this potato cooking method more often.
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Also, I hadn't written down the pesto recipe, so I can't really give feedback on it. I food-processed some cashews, olive oil, garlic salt, and spinach... I have a feeling hers would be a different taste with all her added ingredients. Mine was good though - I froze the rest for pasta leftovers some day. If I can ever remember to have leftovers...
3. My little preschoolers are teaching me a lot about love, and how I lack it. Interestingly, those of you who have heard me talk about "my buddy" or remember my post about my insensitivity toward his bodily excretions might be surprised to know that I feel a lot of love for him. I can see his turmoil and angst (that sounds really deep for a 3 1/2 year old, but I need some outlet for big words right now) - and while I do get completely drained and sometimes, yes, he makes me cry like one of the preschoolers myself, I am patient and can mostly love him. I need help and I rely on the Spirit inside me so that I can demonstrate some fruits of the Spirit with him - but also with others. There are other attributes the preschoolers have that frustrate me more quickly and I have trouble really embodying love to them.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Insensitivity
Today's story:
I have a personal buddy in the preschool classroom (whom I follow around constantly, repeating a refrain of "Use nice hands please," "Keep your feet on the ground please," and "Toys in your hands, not in your mouth!")
I was cleaning up milk that he threw today when he walked over to me from breakfast, tapped me on the shoulder, and said, "I burped." (Really, he said "I burp.") I rolled my eyes. I spent the whole walk to the bus praying for the Spirit so that I might have the fruits of the Spirit, and this is about ten minutes into class. "Ms. Julie, I burp!"
"Well, say excuse me." I said in my nicest annoyed voice.
And then I turned around and saw that by burped, he meant that when he burped, a whole flow of previously-swallowed milk and Cheerios also came out.
Ooops.
This is also the same boy who plays with fake money and came over to me one time telling me that he needs change.
"No, you don't." I said. He had all the change from the classroom.
"Miss Julie, I need change!"
"No, you don't." I say with a little more emphasis.
"Poo-poo!" He says.
Oh. He needed changed.
Poor guy. I would've cried if anyone told me 'no, you don't need changed' (if I wore a diaper, anyway) or if I was trying to tell someone I threw up and they made me say "Excuse me."
I have a personal buddy in the preschool classroom (whom I follow around constantly, repeating a refrain of "Use nice hands please," "Keep your feet on the ground please," and "Toys in your hands, not in your mouth!")
I was cleaning up milk that he threw today when he walked over to me from breakfast, tapped me on the shoulder, and said, "I burped." (Really, he said "I burp.") I rolled my eyes. I spent the whole walk to the bus praying for the Spirit so that I might have the fruits of the Spirit, and this is about ten minutes into class. "Ms. Julie, I burp!"
"Well, say excuse me." I said in my nicest annoyed voice.
And then I turned around and saw that by burped, he meant that when he burped, a whole flow of previously-swallowed milk and Cheerios also came out.
Ooops.
This is also the same boy who plays with fake money and came over to me one time telling me that he needs change.
"No, you don't." I said. He had all the change from the classroom.
"Miss Julie, I need change!"
"No, you don't." I say with a little more emphasis.
"Poo-poo!" He says.
Oh. He needed changed.
Poor guy. I would've cried if anyone told me 'no, you don't need changed' (if I wore a diaper, anyway) or if I was trying to tell someone I threw up and they made me say "Excuse me."
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Briefly
I have no news on next year yet, but I do have some other things I can share with you.
1. Where I'm traveling!
a. Carmel, Indiana - for a fun half-marathon.
b. Boston - to visit with some friends. I've never been to the East Coast, so I'm excited to see friends and to see the town. Any recommendations for places to go?
c. Baltimore - visiting my former advisor, meeting some professors at JHU and exploring some intelligent topics. They haven't learned too much about me yet, apparently.
2. What I'm cooking!
a. Caramelized onion meatloaf from my Almost Meatless cookbook - it had tofu, veggies, and a little bit of turkey. I liked it.
b. Roasted veggie pizza with hummus as the sauce and the crust cooked in a cast-iron skillet. I think it worked like a pizza stone.
c. Mango and black bean salad - I am starting to really like juicy fruits and mango is something I haven't tried much of. I liked it in this cold salad, which I ate as a lunch entree.
3. What I'm hearing!
"Miss Julie, when I grow up, I want to be a grown-up so I can make pancakes."
- one of my preschoolers, a girl after my own heart.
I'm sorry (although you may not be) that I haven't infused this entry with my wit and inability to stop sharing. Another day I can share with you in a humorous, lengthy, rather tedious process. In the meantime, I hope you are having a lovely spring so far!
1. Where I'm traveling!
a. Carmel, Indiana - for a fun half-marathon.
b. Boston - to visit with some friends. I've never been to the East Coast, so I'm excited to see friends and to see the town. Any recommendations for places to go?
c. Baltimore - visiting my former advisor, meeting some professors at JHU and exploring some intelligent topics. They haven't learned too much about me yet, apparently.
2. What I'm cooking!
a. Caramelized onion meatloaf from my Almost Meatless cookbook - it had tofu, veggies, and a little bit of turkey. I liked it.
b. Roasted veggie pizza with hummus as the sauce and the crust cooked in a cast-iron skillet. I think it worked like a pizza stone.
c. Mango and black bean salad - I am starting to really like juicy fruits and mango is something I haven't tried much of. I liked it in this cold salad, which I ate as a lunch entree.
3. What I'm hearing!
"Miss Julie, when I grow up, I want to be a grown-up so I can make pancakes."
- one of my preschoolers, a girl after my own heart.
I'm sorry (although you may not be) that I haven't infused this entry with my wit and inability to stop sharing. Another day I can share with you in a humorous, lengthy, rather tedious process. In the meantime, I hope you are having a lovely spring so far!
Friday, January 14, 2011
purity of heart means to will one thing - soren kierkegaard
Today, I am intermixing random quotes with general updates. Some quotes are famous, some are mine, none are both of those, and some are ones I never thought I would hear.
Quote One: "Julie, we can smell your bourbon around the office." (This was the unexpected one. But, except for the fact that I probably broke some sort of rule, my coworkers greatly appreciated the bourbon's purpose and put up with having the leftovers.
I made Buttermilk Bourbon Chocolate Cake. We ate it at our New Year's Eve dinner party and everyone loved it, so I thought that I would recreate it for a surprise birthday party today. Everyone loved it again. (I also used some high-quality cocoa powder in it - thanks, Debbie!)
My suggestions for her recipe - it was really rich when we ate it on New Year's, so I tried to tone it down. I split the batter into three cake pans rather than two so that the two layers of cake were a little thinner. I think that was a definite improvement. My filling was also definitely not as thick as it is in her picture, so that could be my substitutions... but I used neufchatel cheese instead of cream cheese (I think that makes it healthy, right?) and it tasted splendid. I also used a cheap bottle of bourbon, making my first trip into a state liquor store ever! Other comment - I had a lot of filling and icing left over, so I wouldn't make as much next time. It's tasty and we've been dipping our graham crackers in it, but there's a lot. (With the third layer of cake, I spoon some of the "filling" on top as a topping.) I think this is kind of like a chocolate-bourbon Boston Cream Pie. Like Texas Sheet Cake with bourbon-chocolate pudding in the middle. Like an empty long-course pool in the middle of summer. Oh, oops. My metaphors switched into my happy places there.
It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like "What about lunch?"
-- Winnie the Pooh
Food has been an integral part of my life. I eat it to stay alive, literally. I also bake when I'm stressed (I seem to remember plates of cookies baked at 11:00pm the night before the team went to the Conference meet...) and now I'm going to learn how to decorate because that's what people do. Make things that look pretty. Especially when you already don't follow the recipe and things don't a) always turn out or b) can't be recreated. Look at our other New Year's dessert: Times Square Cake-ball (okay, you caught me - donut holes) cupcakes!
And I suppose I should include something beyond food because that is not the only part of my life worth talking about. It might be the only part worth drooling over, though.
1) I graduated! This may come as a surprise to many of you, because I apparently didn't tell anyone, seeing as how my grandmother recently called to tell me that she found out I had graduated and was working full time - but yes, it's true. Currently, I'm working full time with the same team that I worked with as a grad student: teaching a course on child development, researching evidence-based practices in education, drinking at bachelorette parties, maybe teaching preschool for a few weeks - but I digress. (Piqued your interest, though, didn't I?)
I'm breaking from the research world to enter back into teaching this fall. Between the amount that I regretted not trying it and the comfort that I have coaching swimming for high schoolers, I feel completely affirmed in my decision. I'm willing to fail in my attempts to be perfect or have it all sorted out, but I want to try it. I'll be applying for jobs starting in the fall, wanting to teach high school math or English. I want to teach at a project-based school, because they fit my personal teaching/ curriculum agenda perfectly and I think they'd be a great support. That's about all I know. Got somewhere exciting for me to live? Feel free to fight over me.
"Our business in life is not to succeed, but to continue to fail in good spirits." - Robert Louis Stevenson
2) I bought a new car, and it makes me smile. It's a Honda Fit. (Yes, insert your joke here. "That fits you," they all say, either because I am fit myself (if I do say so myself) or because it's a perfect fit. I've seen plenty of personalized license plates on fits that make me smile. (e.g. 'fitty' or 'perfct'.) Also, I am currently driving with non-expired tags. That's been nice too, now that I know you have to replace those little stickers with dates on them. At least the title is actually in my name, rather than waiting six months to find out that I didn't actually do all the steps.
Quote One: "Julie, we can smell your bourbon around the office." (This was the unexpected one. But, except for the fact that I probably broke some sort of rule, my coworkers greatly appreciated the bourbon's purpose and put up with having the leftovers.
I made Buttermilk Bourbon Chocolate Cake. We ate it at our New Year's Eve dinner party and everyone loved it, so I thought that I would recreate it for a surprise birthday party today. Everyone loved it again. (I also used some high-quality cocoa powder in it - thanks, Debbie!)
My suggestions for her recipe - it was really rich when we ate it on New Year's, so I tried to tone it down. I split the batter into three cake pans rather than two so that the two layers of cake were a little thinner. I think that was a definite improvement. My filling was also definitely not as thick as it is in her picture, so that could be my substitutions... but I used neufchatel cheese instead of cream cheese (I think that makes it healthy, right?) and it tasted splendid. I also used a cheap bottle of bourbon, making my first trip into a state liquor store ever! Other comment - I had a lot of filling and icing left over, so I wouldn't make as much next time. It's tasty and we've been dipping our graham crackers in it, but there's a lot. (With the third layer of cake, I spoon some of the "filling" on top as a topping.) I think this is kind of like a chocolate-bourbon Boston Cream Pie. Like Texas Sheet Cake with bourbon-chocolate pudding in the middle. Like an empty long-course pool in the middle of summer. Oh, oops. My metaphors switched into my happy places there.
It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like "What about lunch?"
-- Winnie the Pooh
Food has been an integral part of my life. I eat it to stay alive, literally. I also bake when I'm stressed (I seem to remember plates of cookies baked at 11:00pm the night before the team went to the Conference meet...) and now I'm going to learn how to decorate because that's what people do. Make things that look pretty. Especially when you already don't follow the recipe and things don't a) always turn out or b) can't be recreated. Look at our other New Year's dessert: Times Square Cake-ball (okay, you caught me - donut holes) cupcakes!
And I suppose I should include something beyond food because that is not the only part of my life worth talking about. It might be the only part worth drooling over, though.
1) I graduated! This may come as a surprise to many of you, because I apparently didn't tell anyone, seeing as how my grandmother recently called to tell me that she found out I had graduated and was working full time - but yes, it's true. Currently, I'm working full time with the same team that I worked with as a grad student: teaching a course on child development, researching evidence-based practices in education, drinking at bachelorette parties, maybe teaching preschool for a few weeks - but I digress. (Piqued your interest, though, didn't I?)
I'm breaking from the research world to enter back into teaching this fall. Between the amount that I regretted not trying it and the comfort that I have coaching swimming for high schoolers, I feel completely affirmed in my decision. I'm willing to fail in my attempts to be perfect or have it all sorted out, but I want to try it. I'll be applying for jobs starting in the fall, wanting to teach high school math or English. I want to teach at a project-based school, because they fit my personal teaching/ curriculum agenda perfectly and I think they'd be a great support. That's about all I know. Got somewhere exciting for me to live? Feel free to fight over me.
"Our business in life is not to succeed, but to continue to fail in good spirits." - Robert Louis Stevenson
2) I bought a new car, and it makes me smile. It's a Honda Fit. (Yes, insert your joke here. "That fits you," they all say, either because I am fit myself (if I do say so myself) or because it's a perfect fit. I've seen plenty of personalized license plates on fits that make me smile. (e.g. 'fitty' or 'perfct'.) Also, I am currently driving with non-expired tags. That's been nice too, now that I know you have to replace those little stickers with dates on them. At least the title is actually in my name, rather than waiting six months to find out that I didn't actually do all the steps.
Monday, November 15, 2010
i have good news and bad news.
Do you want the good news first or the bad news first?
Oh wait, it doesn't really matter what you think for two reasons:![]()
Toasted marshmallows! Melted chocolate (and peanut butter) chips! I don't know why I never thought of it! (Yes, I do. It's because I have never owned a toaster oven before, and I am smart enough to realize you can't toast marshmallows in a regular toaster unless it somehow has an open flame.)
I have been cooking up many delicious recipes - mostly from my Almost Meatless cookbook. Barley-stuffed butternut squash. Albondigas (Spanish meatballs). Turkey and pinto bean corn bread pie. Stir fry. Sour cream pancakes. Up next? Eggplant. I love winter vegetables!
I've been listening to Timothy Keller's Ministries of Mercy. It's been really good so far, about how we cannot simply have a church based on verbal interactions and theology. Books are just a bunch of scribbles that we apply meaning to (Richard Foster, A Celebration of Disciplines) and it's actions that truly reveal love. Actions are pretty hard when you're faking love, however, and that only gets you so far, which is to say, not very far at all, so I'm not suggesting that we only build our actions as a sign of love, which is something I often find myself doing. They should be an outpouring of love: like when something so good happens to you that you know there's not a chance you could keep a secret and you're going to blow like a teapot if it doesn't come out of you. (I think that also could be used to describe a couple flu symptoms. Use whichever metaphor you prefer.)
Timothy Keller says in Ministries of Mercy that alienation occurs when an object is separated from its purpose. Our purpose is to glorify and worship the Creator God. We are forever alienating ourselves by worshiping things other than the Creator God, by being slaves to sin and running away from every intention to glorify Him. We alienate ourselves. "It's like - how much more black could this be? And the answer is none. None more black." (Thank you, This is Spinal Tap).
But we are a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a redeemable people - but it is only through the will(s) of God.
If Jesus' subsistence, His food, was to do the will of the Father, how much more should we be emulating that? How much more should we realize that we are incapable of doing so ourselves? How much more do we see the necessity of Christ and of God's desire for us to be saved and God's will to have His creation glorify Him?
Much more. How much more glorifying could this be?
The answer is none. None more glorifying.
Oh wait, it doesn't really matter what you think for two reasons:
1. this is my blog, and it happens to be extremely one-directional and also me-centered, which means the bad news will always come first. I like getting it over with.
2. The good news and bad news are one and the same in this case. Guess what I found out can be made in a toaster oven?
2. The good news and bad news are one and the same in this case. Guess what I found out can be made in a toaster oven?
I have been cooking up many delicious recipes - mostly from my Almost Meatless cookbook. Barley-stuffed butternut squash. Albondigas (Spanish meatballs). Turkey and pinto bean corn bread pie. Stir fry. Sour cream pancakes. Up next? Eggplant. I love winter vegetables!
I've been listening to Timothy Keller's Ministries of Mercy. It's been really good so far, about how we cannot simply have a church based on verbal interactions and theology. Books are just a bunch of scribbles that we apply meaning to (Richard Foster, A Celebration of Disciplines) and it's actions that truly reveal love. Actions are pretty hard when you're faking love, however, and that only gets you so far, which is to say, not very far at all, so I'm not suggesting that we only build our actions as a sign of love, which is something I often find myself doing. They should be an outpouring of love: like when something so good happens to you that you know there's not a chance you could keep a secret and you're going to blow like a teapot if it doesn't come out of you. (I think that also could be used to describe a couple flu symptoms. Use whichever metaphor you prefer.)
Timothy Keller says in Ministries of Mercy that alienation occurs when an object is separated from its purpose. Our purpose is to glorify and worship the Creator God. We are forever alienating ourselves by worshiping things other than the Creator God, by being slaves to sin and running away from every intention to glorify Him. We alienate ourselves. "It's like - how much more black could this be? And the answer is none. None more black." (Thank you, This is Spinal Tap).
But we are a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a redeemable people - but it is only through the will(s) of God.
If Jesus' subsistence, His food, was to do the will of the Father, how much more should we be emulating that? How much more should we realize that we are incapable of doing so ourselves? How much more do we see the necessity of Christ and of God's desire for us to be saved and God's will to have His creation glorify Him?
Much more. How much more glorifying could this be?
The answer is none. None more glorifying.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Getting splashed
- The first practice was today - the swimmers had to swim 1500 to prove that they could swim, so it wasn't really a practice-of-practices. I did get to meet a few people (we'll see whose names I remember next week) and cheer on some people too. I like it. I don't think people realize how much fun it is to be on the pool deck in clothes. This position is a big blessing, and I now found out that I am not needed at morning practices (which is a mixed blessing, I guess, since I was looking forward to them.) I'll probably try to go to morning practices when I can't go to the afternoon practices. Because I'm really comfortable on the pool deck and in this setting, I'm viewing it as a big blessing before I apply to teach this age next year. Who knows - maybe I'll get to tutor some calculus/ geometry/ trigonometry this year with the swimmers!
- Free pretzel sticks at Max & Erma's still! (Oh, maybe I shouldn't admit that again.)
- Friends that you can be yourself with. Not that they like every single part of me, but that I know I can act however I'm feeling (sad, joyful, immature, giggly) and they will accept it. Example: I was taught how to play chess today - see a synopsis below.
- Him: Do you want to play chess?
- Me: I only know two things about chess. The horse moves up two and over one (or up one and over two) and the phrase 'king me.'
- Him: Silence.
- Me: Okay, I take back the second thing.
- So then we are sitting at Cup O Joe and I am scrambling to see all the moves, reminding myself over and over again that "us mathematicians" are supposed to be good at chess and like it. Magically, (after about one hour of a game) I captured his queen. I may or may not have shrieked an evil cackle that made some other tables laugh. Of course, I still managed to just get a draw and not actually win, but you can be sure that all of my captured pieces were watching with rapt attention, organized by height and importance on the side of the board. It makes me smile that I can let my silly ideas out and people don't throw me out the door.
- Sleep. It restores us (physically, mentally, and cognitively). Animals sleep. Humans sleep. Why do we require 8ish hours of sleep? We could have been created like other animals that don't need very much sleep. I think it's because it reminds us that we're not invincible and forces us to step back, relax, and remember that we also have to rely on God. Plus, cool dreams. I remember my dreams probably 6 days out of 7. I also really enjoy dreams. Typically (when they're not nightmares), they're blessings.
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