What the gas...

Okay, I was gone for two weeks and already the gas prices went up $.35?  

What the hell? 

How to Get a Lifeguard Out Into the Water

1. Make sure there's a rip current.

2. Put on your wet suit.

3. Swim out to the deep.

4. Body surf without fins.

You don't even have to look like you're drowning.

Yeah, that's exactly what happened to me last Saturday. I was teaching a few students how to surf. I thought I'd take some waves myself, but thought better and allowed the students to play with the 3 surf boards our program have. I wasn't even in the deep.  The water was just right to my chest, where the breakers were.

Me: "Are you here for me?"

Hot lifeguard: "Ah, yes, but you look okay.  Are you?"

Me: "I'm fine."

Hot lifeguard: "Actually, can you just do me a favor.  Since you don't have flippers, can you stay in the shallows?"

He walked away.

Yeah, sure Mr. hot lifeguard.  What do you propose I do in the shallows?  Jump with the waves like a stupid girl trying to look cute for her stupid boyfriend?  No thanks.  I'd rather drown.

So, there you go.

Japan

Whohooo!

A few more weeks...

...and I'm back home (one of my homes).  SWEET!

Bachelor Night

Today, I've come home from school/work before 22:00 hour for the first time in 9 weeks.  Every Wednesday, I always feel guilty for not seeing my husband pretty much from Monday until Thursday.  "(sighs)I'm glad I'm home on Thursday night."  But as I found out today, my husband has been enjoying his three bachelor nights.  While I labor and toil, the hubby has been playing games and lazing around.  "I never get to have time on my own." he complained.

The truth is, I too, enjoy having some time to myself.  It used to be that late night trips to the hot tub provided this free time, but now that I've gotten so busy in the evenings, I've had to find other ways.  Luckily, I finish work early on Thursdays and Fridays.  Recently, sitting in front of the telly watching mindless crappy tv shows has been relaxing enough.  Far from my ideal alone time, it has surprisingly served as a escape, a time to let the mind wander, thinking about nothing of significance.  

Funny how many single people idealize a time of "never having to be alone again."  Though I understand the idea, I find it interesting that as a married person, I long for the "time of being alone."  There is a happy mid point.  I believe that it is healthy to keep one's own social life.  Alan and I share the same friends, but there are times when I just want to hang with my friends, sans the husband, and he with his friends, sans moah.  I am fine with this so long as the friend he is hanging out with is not another girl I don't know, and vice versa.

Se la vie, as the French would say.  Yes, that's life.   

Superbowl XLII

Giants...Yeah!

Defense team - You were tight!

Eli Manning - Sweet!

Patriots - Enjoy humble pie.

Meanness

I don't understand why people have the drive to be mean to each other. Granted one might feel an immediate gratification in the action, it is no match to what one feels after the fact. No one wins.

Tears in Music

This morning at church, I was brought to tears by Chopin’s Ballade in G minor. The man, whoever he was, played the music brilliantly. Now, I’m not a very emotional woman; in fact, I am more known for being rather emphatically callous. However, there is something about music that always moves me.

I mean, hello, I dated a guy in high school because I fell in love with his musical abilities. He played my heart with his music, so do speak. When that was over, I yet again, this time in college, gravitated towards a man who played his way into my heart. Though he went out of tune quickly, he led me to who I believe to be the main composer of my life, God. As a baby Christian, out of all the churches I could’ve walked into, I walked into Vineyard. Yeah. Let’s just say God serenaded his way and he never stopped. I mean, my mother-in-law is an opera singer for crying out loud. 

Part of me wishes I never stopped playing, but this morning, I was happy to just listen and allowed the music to take me wherever it wanted to.  There was something about the music that spoke security and peace in me.  The crescendo nailed in a deep anchor in my heart that was so incredibly self assuring.

Is it coincidental that we happen to finally settle in a church where music has been a vital part of their worship? I mean, Dr. Hanan Yaqub, who once stood alongside the legendary John Rutter, is the musical director. I also work in a University where the Music department is one of the best in the nation.  Hello! God knows what touches me.  No, not sappy chick flick movies, but a well composed, well played music.  (I once cried listening to David Gray)

I believe that god is composing my life in a perfect symphony. He is by any means nowhere close to finishing, but at least I know that the final product will be magnificent. Now, that’s worth the tears.