Trying to be better at blogging

Well, I know that my last post wasn't that old, but I'm on, and I figured I'd write something else. I had a REALLY good day today. I feel rested, and the kids weren't that annoying ;) and it was just a really good day. I even got two slices of cake because there was a birthday in my classroom, and a staff birthday!

So, I guess here's a bit of controversy. There is a house right beside our church's parking lot, and for many years, they had a chain link fence dividing their property from the parking lot. About a year or so ago, they took down the chain link fence, and we just parked in the same place as always, guesstimating where the lot ended. Last Sunday however, they parked on their property so that we couldn't use that part of the parking lot (as in, where a parking spot should have been, but farther ahead on their lawn). That completely nullified about 4 parking spaces because no one wanted to box them in, as that would be rude, but the parking lot is way too small for the amount of vehicles that need to park. I was confused, and brought it up to our secretary after church, so I don't know what's going to happen. It just seems rude on their part for parking that way. What do you think?

Too many babies

Did anyone notice how many babies are running around these days? I heard that we're in the midst of another baby boom. I can't even imagine what would be fueling it. I mean, we're in good times here in Alberta, but it can't just be here that it's happening. There's not something in the water, I don't think. But even most of my friends got pregnant within the first month or two of trying, which I've heard is not very common. I was just looking at Tammer's blog, and she could pop any day now (and might have already), and I've been really thinking of my friend Carley who, it seems to me, is either very near or past her due date.

I remember that since the year I got married (2003), there have been at least 10 friends a year who got married - this year excluded, I think it's only 3 or 4 - and kids are coming out of the woodworks. I was at a baby shower for another friend last night, and it was really nice and I think everyone had a great time. I just get reminded at how awful it can feel to be the only one single or the one trying to get pregnant and seeing all of these other women having children seemingly effortlessly. And although you know that your time will come, and God has extra special plans for you, it's so hard not to worry about what happens in the meantime.

Well, this was more philosophical than I had planned (I rarely think a blog through before I start to write), and I think I'm going to sign off now. I think I'll go over to my in-laws and try to forget that report cards are due next Monday . . . mind you that's pretty tough because Trent's mom's a teacher too, and we talk shop a lot. Oh, well. It's better than sitting in my classroom on a Saturday afternoon when the sun's been shining and all the snow melting. I wonder where my dog is . . .

It's Friday, so I should blog.

Well, it seems that Friday is the only day of the week that I feel like I have a bit of extra time, so here I am, trying to remain a faithful blogger. The trouble is, not much happens in my life. But I guess I have been remembering a lot of dreams lately (not sleeping too well), so I'll tell you about a couple of them. If you've already heard about one, skip down to the next.

"Mr. ? dies"
Well, it was a while ago, and I dreamed that one of my co-workers died. We were at my family's place in the country (which doesn't exist because it was my mom's family), and they were out to kill me and Mr. ?. They got him with hundreds of tiny needles, and I carried him over to my uncles and gave him to them. As I did I knew they were going to kill him, but that was ok because I was going to get away. Other stuff happened, but I don't really remember it now. But the crazy part is, just last week, there was a Mr. ? in Edmonton who was murdered. So my co-worker is still alive but someone else with the same name is not.

"I want a persimmon"
I was in Edmonton, and I needed to get onto the LRT to get to the Claireview station because there's an asian market there. My students were there and I kept missing the train because I had to get them on their trains. That lasted for quite a while. Then I finally got on the train and up to Clairview and into the asian market. Then I couldn't find any persimmon. They had little bags of it, but it was sliced and dried and dipped in different things like garlic. Then I asked someone if they knew where some persimmon was and they directed me to a little room on the side. When I walked in, it was like a library with dark wood, high shelves on all the walls, and tables. But all the shelves and tables were covered with exotic fruits. One table had purple pumpkins that were really in the shape of green peppers only much bigger (about a foot or so tall). Then I asked a clerk sitting at a podium in the middle of the room if they had any persimmon, and she said yes, but only the $50 variety. I was desperate enough to eat some persimmon that I was debating whether I was willing to pay or not, and then I woke up.

"Oscar runs away"
I was at a concert at the school in which my cat was part of. It was over, and I approached the front of the stage. Our youth pastor was there, and we chatted about how well the kids did. Then the kids started doing a walk-through of a new play (while all the parents were still in their seats and watching) when my high-school drama teacher comes to me and tells me whats going on now. Then Oscar (my cat) starts acting up and I get him and take him back to my class. I don't have a carrier, so he's just running around my room while I'm getting ready to go home. Then all these kids and parents start coming in and they leave the door to my class room open. I ask anyone if they've seen Oscar, and then I go out the door and I see him running for the door to outside. I chase after him even though it's night time and I'm just in my stocking feet. (I should probably mention that he's now the size of a small dog in my dream) I get outside and try to catch him, but of course I'm not fast enough, but he's also not running very far away from the school. Finally he stops and looks at me like he really doesn't trust me and starts hissing at me. And then I woke up.

Well, that's all I can remember now. I'm sure I'll remember another bunch by this time next week. The crazy thing is, I can identify why I dreamed about most of the things I dreamed about - persimmon: I was looking in the asian market in WEM and couldn't find any, the drama teacher: my brother was going to try to meet while he was up last weekend, Oscar running away: he often tries to get out the door, etc.

Bye all!