From the mouths of babes

I work at a preschool, and we're always laughing at funny things kids say, so I thought I'd share some with you!

"Today is my Grandma's birthday. She's 16."

"Imblinapolis" (an attempt to say Indianapolis)

When Davey Jones died I remarked, "I loved the monkees!" To which a preschooler replied, "I like lions."

"I can't do any more work, it makes my belly hurt."

When we asked them what they wanted to be when they grew up, the most popular response was "dog catcher," but we also have a girl who wants to be a "fairy." :p

My mother popped her head in the class to say hello, and of course I said, "Hi Mom." One of the girls asked me why I called her mom and I told her that was my mommy. We went on to a different topic, but you could see she was pondering my response. A few minutes later she asked me, "How can you have a Mommy when you're big?" I replied, "I used to be little like you." She thought that was the most amazing thing...that a grown-up was ever a child. They make me feel so young! :)

May the odds be ever in your favor...

I've been thinking about the Hunger Games lately as I am a huge fan, but I must say it goes deeper than that. See, every once in awhile a movie or book (or both) comes that really grabs me. I'm talking about obsessive thinking grabs me. That rarely happens to me, but I always come to realize that the movies or books that really cause me to obsess are the ones that I identify with on a deep level. This probably happens to everybody, but I had a hard time sleeping last night because I was pondering the significance of the Hunger Games trilogy in my life. I've come to realize that I often feel like Katniss, struggling to survive in a cruel world where horrible circumstances have happened to me that were out of my control, and I'm just trying to do my best to survive. Now if you know me, you may think, "How has anything awful happened to her?" On the outside, yes, my life seems pretty swell (haha, love that word), but there are things that have happened that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. I won't go into details, but let's just say that they screwed me up pretty good, and I'm still recovering from the aftermath. I often feel like I'm in an arena where nature and people are working against me. I'm thankful for my real-life "Peetas" in my life, but I often feel so alone in this fight. Granted, things are way better than they were a couple years ago, but I often feel like Katniss sitting in a tree near dead inside, just waiting on that parachute to help me make it another day. I often pray to God for direction, but I always feel like He's telling me "hold that thought." I'm beginning to trust Him more in His perfect timing, but I still struggle. On the bad days I often feel like Katniss, staring up at the sky and saying, "What more do I have to do to get a parachute?!" However, you may recall from the movie or books that Haymitch always sent her that life-saving parachute at precisely the right moment as if saying, "Trust me, I know what I'm doing." It brings me such hope to know that God knows even more than Haymitch when to send that parachute. I say all this not just to comfort anyone reading this, but also to remind myself that God is in control, and He'll give me what I need or point me to it at the right moment. Until then, we just need to hang on and continue to survive...just like Katniss. :)

My first blog!

So hello and welcome to my first blog!! If this post is boring and stinks like day old dog poo, forgive me. I'm a rookie after all. So, I call this blog inside my head because that's where I'll be writing from...giving you an insight into my mysterious brain. Today I've been thinking of mailmen and why I don't like mine right now. You see, I'm sure he's nice, but he seems kind of lazy. He brings me my mail yes, but he doesn't always pick up my outgoing mail. I'm okay with leaving it in there for a day, sure, but today I had enough. I've had mail in my box for 3 days. 3 days!! It's not like this is the first time he forgot to take my mail either. I was ranting in my head on my way to the drop box by the post office and wondering if I ought to march in there demanding he pick up my mail or else...or else...sigh. You can't really threaten to not mail anything anymore haha. So today's lesson is the tried and true if you want something done right, don't wait for the mailman.