prayers & guy drama

scott is on the right. he is adam's younger brother. please keep him and the family in your prayers. scott is in the hospital. he went just a few days after returning from training camp.

last night during youth from my buddy j.t.
granted we all know i'm one of the guys and always have been. j.t. has been ignoring jared and myself for awhile. we used to have tcby tuesdays and went golfing and did rock band and such...and we've just all been busy.
he called me last night and informed me that him and his gf are on break, so we chatted and after doing the team's laundry i went over to wesley and j.t., fuss and myself ate chocolate ice cream and brownies and talked about the ladies.

i slept past my alarm today...
didn't even get out of the house until like 9:30 (geez)
was informed from one of my youth that i shouldn't curse so much....i am undecided if i should take heed to this or not.

pray for one of my youth as well....as he is going through much fam and life dramas.....

through working through the youth i have learned just how blessed my life has been.
amen

the epic-ness of singing taylor swift

spent the evening w/ sally and jared. we sent off sara w/ the rest of the presby place.
smoked some hooka, which i haven't done in years....jared and i agreed. 1. we'd rather have a beer and 2. we're just past that hooka smoking stage of our lives.

took the youth out today to bww and on the ride back....oh the epic adventure that became....
james....a basketball player for wshs, darling hanna, who let me add is amazing, and dear corey...we were all rocking out to taylor swift's you belong to me.
we had the windows rolled down and were singing at the top of our lungs (as we rolled by galloway country club).
it was super epic and made me happy beyond words.....
what do you ask is better than singing taylor swift at the top of your lungs in your own car?....singing taylor swift at the top of your lungs, w/ the windows rolled down in someone else's car with 4 high school students.
and to end my night w/ a wonderfully sweet boyfriend, who sends me sweet txt.
my life = amazing.
thank God, and may he pour out his blessings on those around me.

i love them all!

epic-ness

more pictures to come when i actually find the time to move all the photos from my old pc to the new one.
tomorrow morning adam, bryan and myself will be stucko-ing??....and re-painting the youth room.
the church as a whole is getting a makeover.....a new fresh start.
new staff, new floors, new youth room, new web page......fresh start.
sometimes life just needs that.
i had my first organized parent's meeting. it went sooooo well. much support from the parents.
had a talk about love vs. lust......i love the hot button topics. we discussed the rape of tamar...
ahhhh i love my job.
i have truly been blessed.

burn out prevention

okay so my dear friend and former mentor jallen informed me while i love my job...there is a high % rate of burn out.
sooooooo he suggests that i go to a youth workers convention/retreat thing.
well whatcha know....i come into the office this morning and what is in my mail box.
'national youth workers convention 2009' <-niiiiiiiiiiiiice.
so i look through it (not really sure what i'm looking for other than ballin' ness), so i'm thinking that i will ask brad about it.
however as i am still looking through it....i have missed the deadline :-( fail usps.

i am my mother's child

today is like any other day.
i get out of my car, load up my arm w/ my bag and my purse.
i have my iced coffee on the roof of my car, the office keys in my right hand.
i stroll into the office, stop by and talk to susan, the sectary. we exchange weekend happenings.
i walk through the reception room formerly the mirror room....it's called the mirror room because one entire wall is nothing but mirrors (the rest is wood paneling...it's a sight)
and i noticed as i walked past the wall of mirrors w/ my TEA (teachers education association) bag (thanks mom) on my shoulder and my cotton shin length brown skirt and similar hue polka dotted cotton top.
i have grown into my mother.
i used to pick at her when i was in high school for finding basically 'dressy' t-shirts and having stuff that so obviously matched.
comfort and form....comfort and form.
i now understand.

i love you mom.