Tiny Talk Tuesday

Well! It’s sure been awhile since I’ve done one of these.  I’ve been trying to write down the funny things my students have been saying since school started, but honestly, I don’t have much. This year’s class is either not very funny, or my sense of humor is harder to find.  I’m figuring it’s the latter.  I feel outnumbered this year, with 15 students, and they’re a young group too.  My days are very tiring!  It makes me all the more thankful that they say such cute and charming things 🙂 Enjoy.

We were having popcorn for snack one day, and the kids were telling me about the movies they’d seen recently (because you know, if you give a kid some popcorn…chances are they’ll want to watch a movie 😉  One of the boys said, “I went to the feeter and saw “Tornado Meatballs.” (translation: I went to the theater to see “Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs.)

While reviewing the Creation story, I asked the kids what God took from Adam’s side to make Eve.  They weren’t remembering so I told them it was a bone from his side, and asked if they remembered what the bone was called (I throw a little health lesson in there too when I teach this story.)  One little boy excitedly raised his hand and said, “It was his wrist, I know it’s his wrist!”

One day during center time one of the boys came over to my desk from the kitchen center and said, “Can you get this bakery off me.” (translation: untie this apron)

After snack one day, I asked one of the boys to pick up the pretzels from under his desk. As he got down on the floor to pick them up, he almost stepped on one.  I called out for him to stop because there was a pretzel under his foot. From his vantage point, he couldn’t see it.  He wiggled his foot around till he saw it, and then said, “Great eyes, Mrs. Mongold!” (He said it  like he was telling me I was the most talented person in the universe. Lol.)

This year I had a number of students start in the weeks after the first day of school.  Because of this, there were some parents I didn’t get the chance to meet until after their kids had been in school a few days (due to whether mom or dad was dropping off and picking up and such.)  One mom came in the class to introduce herself to me, and when I told her my name (Mrs. Mongold) she looked surprised and told me her daughter had been calling me, “Mrs. Ruffle.” That cracked me up.  However, she is a very smart little girl because so many of the cute new fall clothes I see and love have ruffles! Like this one.

Bible lesson always brings out the best conversations.  We were talking about the Creation story and how God ‘rested’ on the 7th day.  I was teaching them that it wasn’t a rest like we need because we get tired, because God NEVER gets tired.  The Bible says He never sleeps, and that He’s always watching over us.  One little girl looked at me incredulously and asked, “But does God relax??” I posted that on my fb page and wow…I got some interesting answers from the grown-ups! Can you say ‘theological debate’??

Almost every day one little girl asks me, “Can I art?” (translation: can I play in the art center.)

During snack one day, a little girl raised her hand and asked me, “May I have more ice cubes?” I told her I wasn’t sure what she meant. I’ve never given them ice cubes.  She asked me the same question. I told her I still didn’t know what she was talking about, and that I didn’t have any ice cubes.  Finally she said, “Can I clean up?”  It finally dawned on me…to her “May I be excused” apparently sounds like “May I have more ice cubes?”  We’d been working on manners that week.

The computer the kids use in the library center for educational games has been acting a bit wonky this year.  It tends to freeze up a lot and has been a big source of frustration.  One of the boys came to tell me the game was stuck on the monkey, and wouldn’t move.  I told him the computer was frozen again and I would have to turn it off, then back on and we would see if we could get it to work.  As we sat there waiting for it to reboot, he said, “That’s why it’s frozen! There’s ice in there!” (the gateway logo that looks like a cube came on the screen)

So, there you have it folks. The first installment of ‘Tiny Talk Tuesday’ for this school year.  I’m sure there will be many more funny things said to me this year.  I’ll keep you posted.

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A Street Preacher I Am Not

I’m having a very interesting day today.  As is typical for Saturday’s, I slept in, drank way too much coffee, and finished a novel I was reading. One thing I know about myself is I NEED the downtime I allow myself on Saturdays.  The kids watch too much tv, the house doesn’t get cleaned, and if I’m feeling really good about life, I might (and that’s a big might) start some laundry.

Today I’m feeling very unsettled. Not in a bad way really.  It’s something I’m finding very difficult to figure out in my own head.  I’m hoping by getting some words out here, it’ll come together for me.  If I went by stats alone, and cared who did or didn’t read my blog, I would never have started this thing back up.  You know, my last two entries had 0 hits.  You know what that means?  No one read them.  Again, this is as much for me as it is for anyone else. I’ve tried to keep a written journal since no one would read that either, but I managed two entries in something like two months.  This works for me.  And it’s much cheaper than a therapist…which is probably what I really need!

From most of my posts, tweets, and fb updates, I don’t know that many people would consider me a deeply spiritual person. Whatever the heck that really means anyway.  My point is a lot of what I share about myself is just the fluff of life.  It’s all true and most of the time I’m brutally honest, which I know has driven some people away from me.  That’s ok too…I’m not everyone’s cup of tea.  I get that.  Does it hurt to be rejected?  You bet!  But I’m not letting it rule my life.  I have a few faithful people in my life, and I depend on their love and friendship.  I’d rather have a few truly authentic friends, than 50 acquaintances who really don’t care one whit about me.

I’m going off the beaten path today to climb upon my soapbox on this street corner of my world (this is my blog 😉  to say: I’m fed up!  I’m tired of people.  People are rude. They are mean.  They are crude, selfish, and vengeful.  And I am a person who can be all of those things too.  Yet, because I am a Christ-follower, I strive to be quick to ask for forgiveness when I am mean or rude, or hateful to someone.   I’m also going to be really honest here.  I have seen as many, if not more, people being mean and manipulative in the ‘church’ than anywhere else.  It’s probably about a tie.  I’m not here to expound on those statistics, or even what they mean.  I do have a question I’ve been posing to myself, and I’d like to ask you.

Do you think people who profess certain knowledge should be held to a higher standard?  If I claim to follow Jesus as my example, and strive to live a life that pleases him, then I consistently (that being the key word) do things that go against those claims, shouldn’t I be called on it?   I was thinking this morning about people I’ve heard who say that God told them to do this or that.  More often than not, it takes some time before it’s clear whether the outcome of those actions line up with God’s Word, thus proving whether it was truly from Him or not.  The analogy came to me about seeds.  Whatever seed you plant will yield something.  Whether or not what grows is good and beneficial to you and others isn’t seen for some time.

Another thought that I’ve been wrestling with is how to deal with those who truly don’t know God, and don’t profess to follow him at all.  Some people would call them ‘lost’.  I however do my very best to not speak “Christianese” as it’s sometimes referred to.  They are people who don’t know, and don’t really care one way or the other about God.  I think of them as blind.  It does little good to shake a blind man and yell at him to see something that’s right in front of him.  He can’t.  This is how I’m feeling about some of the people I know.  Until they say or do something that let’s me know that they know that what they’re doing is wrong, how am I supposed to approach them.  I’ve decided it’s with great mercy and kindness.  That’s how Jesus approached them, and His kindness often led to their blindness going away.

Not sure what this blog post is supposed to do, other than make me feel better about the turmoil in my brain.  I want to be mad at the people who claim one thing and live another.  My heart breaks for those who don’t ‘get’ the unconditional love God has for them, because they are too blind to see it.  I’m not sure where I fall in the grand scheme of things anymore.  This one thing I know…Jesus loves ME…He died in my place…God the Father has a plan for me, and it’s a good one.  For now, this is enough. I don’t need any other answers.

Just TELL Me What to DO!

So it’s Saturday again.  I’m drinking icky coffee that I made in the old coffee pot.  We’re out of K-cups.  I have officially become a coffee snob. Kona coffee…freshly made…one cup at a time. (The Kenya AA is good too.) The ONLY way to go!

I hate that I’m constantly saying I’m tired.  But I am.  After such a great summer, I forgot how tired I am when we’re on our school/work schedule.  Getting up at 5:30 every morning means I’m barely able to stay awake past 9pm.  Last night I decided to be a rebel and go out.  Some friends of ours are in a band, and they were playing at a local Irish pub.  Marissa and I went and shared an appetizer and caught up with our friends.  It was a really good time!  I didn’t end up going to bed until almost 11.  I’m such a party animal.

And here we are at Saturday again. Phil is taking care of vehicle issues. Oil changes and such.  The girls just got up (well 2 of them…my party partner is still sleeping), and I’ve been up since 8. Stupid. I couldn’t sleep because my foot is throbbing in pain. Yesterday we went on a family run/bike ride/rollerblading outing.  Only, it kind of turned into Phil running 3.5 miles with Marissa and Alisha biking with him, and me running with Bekah rollerblading (we took the short route home.)  I only managed to run 1.8 miles, but for my first run in 4 months, I guess that’s not too bad.  Problem is My foot was killing me.   Today is no better. I’m limping. Whatever. I refuse to let my stupid injuries slow me down!

Today is full of possibilities: sit around sipping coffee and reading the great book I started a few days ago, drive into the city for a free concert by the Katinas and B. Reith (love them, but it’s over an hour away), or work on the house.  Sigh. I know I’m really tired because I just can’t decide what to do.  I literally change my mind about every 30 seconds.  It’s like a ping-pong ball.  “Just go to the city.  You have Monday off, you can rest then.” “It’s a good day to pull everything out of the storage area and go through it. Everyone is home, and we’re going to need the warmer clothes soon.” “I’m tired though. Just go sit on the couch with “The Last Operative.”   “It’s a beautiful day for a concert outdoors in a park…and it’s FREE (except for the gas and tolls and merch I’m sure we’ll NEED.)”  “I really need to go through all that crap in the basement…you can’t even WALK down there anymore without tripping over stuff.”

Welcome to my madness.  Please tell me I’m not the only one who thinks like this. Who has trouble making decisions. At this exact moment, I’m sleepy enough to go back to bed.  The kids are cracking up at some show downstairs and Phil took the car to get the emissions tested.

I think I just need someone to TELL me what to do.