Here are just a few random things going on in my head right now:
Sometimes I will change rolls of toilet paper if I find they are installed with the paper unrolling from underneath the roll, not from the top. If you are an under person and invite me over, you’ve been warned.
I cried after yoga class yesterday. It was a much needed stress reliever I did not know I needed. It kinda opened the floodgates of emotion and I just let it out. Often times God meets you in the strangest of places.
I follow Shaquille O’Neill on twitter.
Right now I have a random No Doubt song in my head. It’s something about a million-dollar contract and a super hot female. I’m sure I have the words wrong, but oh well.
I am saddened by all the infidelity currently in the news. I’ve never had trust issues before, but it makes me a little scared to be in a relationship.
I am struggling to find the balance between enabling and empowering my students.
I have a silver glittery piggy bank on my night stand that I tuck money into every once in a while. I have no clue what I am saving for, but it makes me happy knowing it’s there.
Today (Thursday) I had a few minutes to kill in between point A and B so I dropped in on my dad at the office. I could not believe he still has a #1 Dad sign on his book shelf that I made for him in woodshop back in 7th grade. So sweet.
I am trying to get into the habit of reading and journaling every morning, but this week has been killer on my schedule and I’ve only had time to read a little something at night. In love with a devotional called Jesus Calling. If you have not read it, please do.
Next week I am going to blog on Monday, Tue and Wed about what it’s like to be single during the holidays. I’m an expert. Eyes rolling.
I still sleep with a blankie that has been all around the world with me.
I too change the TP if it’s rolled under. Can’t stand it. Funny thing is, if it’s installed under, my kids even say it’s “wrong.” What am I doing to my children? Scary!
I cry after yoga all the time. Something about the deep breathing allows all the emotion to surface.
It’s always good to have a piggy bank, no matter how old you are.
Your Dad sounds so sweet. That made me tear up a little, and I’m really not sappy.
Even after I was married, I continued to sleep with a stuffed animal that had traveled the world. Now, it’s been passed on to my kids. No telling what sort of germs that thing is holding. At least you can wash a blankie!
I hope you have a blessed holiday season. Thanks for brightening ours with your writing!
Ooh, can’t wait for next week. Maybe you will be next to me when I read it…how lucky for me! I still have my Snoopy stuffed animal, I introduced Owen to him the other night and then carefully hid it away. I want to know why you cried…I cried once when my doctor gently touched my back as she was listening to my lungs. The power of touch was obviously very powerful at that moment!
just sent my sister your book for Christmas. It’s great and she’s going to love it.
and TP always needs to go on top. Why would you put it under? Ridiculous.
Have a great Christmas!
Matt