Thursday, February 23, 2006


All this travelling around, and I still have jitters. Caroline is coming tomorrow and I am going to meet her in Paris. The trip consists of a train ride, a metro/RER ride, waiting at the airport, a return trip to Paris, dropping luggage at our hotel, and then hitting the city for a little while. All before catching some zzz's and taking a metro to a bus to an airport to go to Spain. Think I've covered a few miles in the last week?

Anyway, I am nervous because I have never had to plan a trip for more than just me before. If I screw up, no big deal. If I screw up now, I ruin her vacation. So, I guess that means I can't screw up. Must get everything done, must work hard. Must get going.

Sorry about not writing about the other countries and the trip to Isabelle's in Nancy yet. If I have time tonight I am going to do it. If I don', I'll write it up on the train tomorrow and then add it with all the details about the trip to Spain next week. You'll get to read about adventures in four countries! Travelling Europe. Who ever knew I was going to do this?

Running off. Have to clean the room, make a pie out of the apples in my room, go do some laundry and drop off some food I can't finish before I leave with Alice, and then pack. And scan the adventure guide pages so I don't have to bring the whole travel book. And print the plane ticket information. And the hostel info sheet I made. Oh the things to do. Love always, ~Heather


Wednesday we left Nancy and headed home. We decided to stop in the capitol city of Luxembourg (country of the same name). We saw tons of stuff (again, lots of pictures), ate lunch, and took a self-directed mini-tour. So, for more fun come back soon!


Monday and Tuesday I was in Nancy, France. This is in the Lorraine region. I went with Alice to go and visit friends there: Isabelle and Anne-Hélène. We had a fabulous time and I took tons of pictures.

I am not going to be able to give you a million details about the trip yet, because I am still incredibly slack, however, I at least have added some pictures for your pleasure. The photo above comes from a round ball implanted in the ground to help you see the whole plaza behind you. They are all over Nancy and were a great help in getting both Isabelle and I in this photo of the Place de Stanislov (sp??).

Monday night Isabelle took Alice and I out to dinner. I had the most incredible veal I have ever eaten (cream sauce, melted like butter in your mouth). But the menu had treats from all over Alsace and Lorraine. The look of honor there is the symbol for the fabulous and super intelligent blonds. Aren't my friends stunning?

This last one come with a great story ... we were walking around and I realized we hadn't taken a picture together, so I took one of us myself. After I had taken it, a man came up and, in English, offered to take our picture together for us. In French, I replied that it wasn't necessary because it had actually turned out okay. As I walked away he kind of shook his head at me and appeared pretty displeased. I htought that was ridiculous because I hadn't needed his help and had thanked him for his offer. When Isabelle and I sat down to drink our hot chocolates (hers was Viennese) she told me that he had asked me in English to help me and I had responded in French. I hadn't even noticed he had spoken to me in English - I had understood what he said and that was all that registered. He had been upset because I had responded in French ... well, at least I was trying?? It was funnier than it seems in this little anecdote, I promise. Remind me and I'll tell you in person some time.

Okay, more about this trip later. Love, ~Heather


I got to go to Belgium on Sunday. We went to the town of Dinant. It is a fabulous little place with alot of history. Check back for more information and photos soon!

Saturday, February 18, 2006


I feel better today. I applied for a job at PBS. I scoured the internet for possible internships and found two other possible jobs that I could do next year while taking classes. I wasn't even bummed when most of the jobs required experience (of which I technically have none in the communications field). This could be cool. It could be a beginning. I could be on my way to something.

I did laundry, dishes, and cleaned up my closet (folding etc.). I even made a contraption so I could hang two of my coats on my bedroom door (the hanging side of my closet is about 1.5 feet wide). I am going to make fruit salad and apple pie and something for dinner tonight. (The pie and fruit salad are for tomorrow). I love this feeling.

I hope all is well on the western front. Things here seem to be progressing nicely. Love always, ~Heather

Friday, February 17, 2006

Like a journal

This post is going to be like a journal entry (as if the others aren't), so if you don't care about the random crap in my mind, feel free to stop reading here and catch up again tomorrow.

I'm hungry. Like I said earlier this week, I can't make myself get on a normal schedule. I go back to my room and eat dinner when the internet cuts off - so at like 11. Not good. But considering I didn't have lunch until 4ish, maybe it isn't as messed up as you think.

I'm not unhappy, I mean, I am perfectly content with my life, but at the same time, I feel like so much is missing. I know this feeling is bound to go away soon - but who knows really. I think I am bummed because I have recently discovered that I will be poor for awhile. If I pay my parents back with all the money I saved while I was here, then I only have to earn $4,615 this summer to put myself in a respectable place to start grad school in September. Oh, and in September, I have to have a job that pays something close to $1,700 a month so that I can afford all of my bills (housing and transportation in the nation's capitol aren't cheap).

The most I have ever made in a YEAR is $3,500 - and that was the year I RAed, worked in the office, babysat, and worked at the theater all summer and vacations. Dad is going to try to get me an internship in Fayetteville, which would be awesome. Besides making most of the money I'll need, I won't have rent and such to worry about for the summer. But a 12 week internship means no travelling. It also means I'll be babysitting or finding a job as a waitress/hostess for the weekends, because I am going to have to pull in a little more money (most internships pay about $7 an hour and I'll need closer to $9.60 to make things work).

The biggest bonus about taking an internship is that I would be getting valuable Communications field experience. Which is more than I can say for a camp job. However, I have found a camp that says they pay $4,750 for 10 weeks - which would be great money and still leave me time to go see Lorien in Colorado and hunt for a place to live in DC. I sent them some questions, we'll see what they say.

I am really glad I set up that little budget - expense planning thing on my computer, but now it just reminds me that I am going to have to start making decisions based on what I can afford. I read Angela's Ashes this week, so I feel a little silly complaining about money issues when those people literally had nothing. I am blessed with a loving and supportive family and friends who are always there for me. I have no right to complain about anything.

Additionally, I am living in Europe. I get to sleep in a building that was constructed before most of the states were states. I can buy fresh groceries, I have internet access, and warm shelter. Can anyone explain to me how I can be upset or worried or unhappy when I have so many blessings. I know I shouldn't be, but I can't shake it. Maybe the hunger is doing it to me - I need to go have dinner.

That was alot of whining and if you read it all, it is only further evidence that I have some of the most patient and understanding people in the world on my side - cheering me on, helping me out, reading an overly voracious (isn't that a synonym for garrulous?) blog. You guys rock. I don't tell you that enough. But you do. Love you all bunches and bunches and I promise to be cheered up soon, ~Heather

P.S. You must be the change you wish to see in the world.Mohandas Gandhi That was the quote of the day on the top of the blog after I posted this message. I feel inspired. I am off to be productive (mostly, that means having supper!) Love always, ~Heather

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Taking on Democracy

After my time here in France I feel significantly more American. I take pleasure in knowing that I can do something to change my government. I can vote, I can write letters, I can even run for political office if I want to (seriously tempted, by the way). But, I don't want to vote for the person the media told me to. I don't want to have to choose a political party. I don't want to choose my candidate because I figure he must be better than the other guy, and the other guy is terrible.

My time in France has shown me that the whole world has different views on what freedoms are inherent in its citizens. Plenty of places claim to be democratic and freedom loving, but they just aren't. It makes me more proud of my country than ever. (Including all those times we spent singing along to Lee Greenwood on the Hammack's pool deck and last year at the 4th of July Festival.) If you have ever seen the changing of the guard in Arlington cemetery, this feeling is kind of like that. You know there are problems in the world, horrible problems, and so much has gone to waste fighting over them. But you feel helpless to do anything, but hopeful that something can be done. Well, someone is going to try to do something.

On my Spare Time site I reposted a message titled, Taking on Democracy. Take a little time to read it and email a response if you see fit. I think I am going to just edit some of my blog entries and send them along. You do whatever your heart desires, I suppose.

It is a good thing to get more people out and voting. Our democracy depends on it. It is what makes us special in a world of voting democracies and republics that claim freedoms to demonstrate and social services beyond measurable comparison while taxing their citizens to the Stone Age and then throwing them in jail or having them fired for going on strike.

Voting is also what makes us special in places where dictators rule, revolutionaries get run over by tanks, religious freedom means the right to worship the way the government says, and trial by jury has never been heard of. (Not that everyone is a big fan of jury duty, but seriously, wouldn't you rather have a jury than be beheaded without one?)

My political diatribes notwithstanding, this is a real issue. Please show your support. Plus, I have found that my version of politics seems to make people a little uneasy anyway, me not always having an idea what I am talking about and all. Okay, discussion over. Stay tuned for your regularly scheduled programming.

"After these messages... doodly doodly doop! ... we'll be right back!"
(as the little characters switch heads or run around or something)

I couldn't resist, and anyone who ever watched ABC Saturday morning cartoons definitely knows the tune to that little diddy anyway! Love always, ~Heather

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

"Ding Dong" Dinner

I did not order out for food.

Nor did I eat pre-packaged pastries. (Or any pastries, really.)

The "ding dong" I am referring to is a bell. (Yeah! to everyone who knew that from the beginning!) As it turns out, I am a procrastinator (see my previous blog on this subject). I procrastinate about everything. Recently, as I have no real work to do, I have been procrastinating on eating dinner.

I'm not doing it on purpose, I just get caught up in whatever I am doing here on the internet and don't manage to go upstairs at a reasonable hour. Then I have to actually make the dinner and eat the dinner. I'm not saying any of that is an excuse, I am just trying to explain why it is 8:28 in the evening and I haven't eaten anything since lunch.

Speaking of lunch .... see, I almost did it again. But I am going to resist the temptation. I am going upstairs to eat. I will have my dinner. I'm going now. I really am.

Boy, am I a nerd.

Love always, ~Heather

Tuesday, February 14, 2006


Don't worry, I haven't done anything to my hair.

Saturday was grand and fun and spent doing almost nothing of significance.

Sunday was church, lunch at Sebastian's (which seriously lasted until 4:30 - yes, I am talking about the meal), and then Brokeback Mountain (en v.o.). In the late night/early morning hours, I took some cool pictures of the courtyard full of snow.

Monday (yesterday) was laundry day. I say this because I got up before 8am to start my laundry and it took until around 5pm to get it done. This is because I had 4 loads (each takes 2 hours in the washer - on the "rapid" cycle) and about 20 minutes before the last one was done, I had to run to the grocery store. The grocery store was less fun, as it was raining during the walk, and there was sluch everywhere. It took an hour+ to get there, shop, and get back.

As I walked in, I noticed I had a missed call. Before I could call back, the phone rang. Someone from a summer camp called and offered me a job as the theater director at her camp this summer. I would be responsible for putting up two musicals in addition to counselor duties. I think more than anything else, it shocked me she called from the states to offer me the job instead of sending an email. I am going to try and get back to her tomorrow.

I made dinner. This is a complete sentence because it will be followed by a cool description. I used a pre-made pie crust and put ground beef on the bottom. The next layer was kidney/red beans. Then I added three eggs, beaten, and a little whole cream. I topped it with swiss cheese. I have no idea if that is a meat pie or a quiche gone wrong, or what, but it was good. It needed a little more spice though - so I added salt to taste.

During dinner I watched A Chorus Line and then came down here to check emails. I booked hostels for most of Caroline's trip here. I went upstairs and watched some West Wing while rotating clothes on and off the radiator before heading to bed.

**Did you know that archers in competition are called toxophilites? It's true. Cupid's favorite sport. Happy Valentine's Day, y'all.** (It was my calendar fact I read right before bed last night.)

Today I went to Reims. I saw a show at the Planetarium and got to ride both ways frist class on the train for free (tickets from a friend). I am going to have leftovers and for the first time in many years, I am going to relax, sit back, and care less that tonight is the 14th. I am utterly content to just eat my left over whatever it is and watch a movie (which Tiffany is having a hard time choosing for me, as she has no idea what I even have).

So, now I am really hungry. I'm going upstairs. Love you all and have a great day! Hugs, ~Heather

Saturday, February 11, 2006


This was too funny not to post.

Mom: I really want to get a tread mill for the house
Mom: then I could go in ten min spurts all day long
Me: you could just walk around the house in ten minute spurts

Mom: The treadmill keeps you moving or you fall off
Mom: on the floor you can stand still

Mom: I think Shadow could use a treadmill too
Me: how are you going to teach the dog to walk on the treadmill?
Mom: Have him walk up onto the machine, chain him there and turn it on
Me: isn't that animal cruelty?
Me: what if he falls down
Me: he could choke
Mom: Na - he needs to lose weight - so we're doing him a favor
Me: by maybe killing him?
Mom: we'll catch him until he's trained

Mom: hey he might like it
Me: yeah it'll be like doggy hell
Mom: especially if we tie a doggie bone on the handle
Mom: he'll chase after it
Me: He's gonna get the bone right away and lay down and break that treadmill
Mom: OK so maybe not such a great idea

Best laugh of the day. Hugs and kisses Mom! Love always, ~Heather

After sharing it with Caroline:
Caroline: wow.. shadow on a treadmill
Caroline: interesting
Caroline: some dogs like treadmills
Me: Isn't my mom hysterical?
Caroline: yes she is
Caroline: and u are too
Caroline he wouldnt choke or die.. he woulda been fine
Caroline: and u would just have to get a long treadmill and set it fast for shadow to not reach the bone right away

My cheeks hurt I am laughing so hard. Love again, ~Heather

Vacation Void

I am sitting in a rift. I am not doing anything productive. I slept really late and my greatest achievement today was making this apple crumble thing with honey which may not have been cooked through. It is the first day of winter vacation.

It isn't like I don't have a ton of stuff to get done. FAFSA, taxes (those two need to be done together), correcting papers, finishing up reservations and plans for Caroline's trip, making plans for a Phase 10 night this week, finishing applications for summer camps, shortening my personal statement to 2 pages, creating a budget for next year (based on making enough money this summer to account for all possible debts incurred this year), responding to emails, getting smarter, and finishing the five books I checked out of the library.

In the book regard, I finished The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe last night. As it turns out, I never read the book as a kid, but it was pretty good. I am going to dedicate a whole blog entry to an analysis of the book as a means of teaching the story of Jesus and Christian morals in the near future, because there are just too many references to let it go unnoticed. Also, thanks to Mom and Dad for the fabulous package (book included). It really made my day.

On the subject of blogs, I need to catch you up on the strikes that have been going on, the JP meeting I went to, and the Taizé prayer group I hung out with last night. So, blogging, laundry, and using my four movie passes should take up alot of my time in the next few days.

Being stuck in the school, I am constantly tempted to go out to grab lunch or go to the laundromat or do something. But, in the effort to economize my humble government salary - I stay in. I think of it as my means of resisting temptation. It should be noted that my personal restrictions have led me to cleanning out my room (not my stuff, but I had a whole shelf full of stuff the old assistants had left that I hadn't yet gone through and needed to be sorted and thrown out). I also reorganized my shelves and put all the food in one place.

Reading back over this reminds me of why I am here, to relax and reflect. I always thought it would be so great to have nothing in my way of stopping me from just sitting at home and doing the ordinary things I never seemed to have time for. In case I ever forget that I am just not that type of person, I ask each of you to remind me - because I am sure that next year when I am working at least one job and taking classes and possibly picking up an internship and substitute teaching, that I am going to be begging for a slow paced life. In reality, I will just be whining, I love living on a minute to minute schedule.

Therefore, I am going back to my room, because there really isn't anything else for me to do (besides continue to play around on the computer, which I have already been doing for 3 hours). I am going to get started on doing things. I am going to achieve something. Because sitting in the void I call a life makes me really dislike the idea of ever taking a vacation from an action packed life again.

Off I go to the dulldroms. (If you don't know where that is, check out a copy of The Phantom Tollbooth). Love always, ~Heather

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Space and Beyond

So I was reading up on the current events at NASA and discovered a multitude of articles. With a 3.2% budget increase, NASA is still going after putting a man on Mars. But, they need 16 more shuttle missions to finish the space station first, or that technology is going to become obsolete. However, because of shuttle problems, they are grounding many of the space shuttles and paying Russia for cosmonaut led rides to the station. I wonder why they can't send up the supplies in a craft like the Apollo crafts and just keep one crew up there for a really long time. I think it would be pretty easy to send up one shuttle (trying really hard not to screw it up), and then letting it dock with a rocket launched unmanned craft when new supplies were needed. It just seems more effecient. Then again, I am not a rocket scientist.

Invention of Volleyball

1895 Volleyball invented by W. G. Morgan in Massachusetts.

I must say that February 9, 1895 is now one of my favorite historical days. Also, I am thrilled volleyball was invented in the US (though it being such an awesome game, how could it have been invented elsewhere???).

Volleyball is the second most popular sport in the world. For the love of the game, I encourage all of you to get out and play!

Have a good one! Bump, set, spike, kill! ~Heather

Sunday, February 05, 2006

Stir Fry Sunday

While walking to church this morning I triped and skinned my elbow and a good portion of the front of both of my legs. It should be noted my elbox was three layers from the stone ground, and I was wearing dress pants. It was a fabulous trip and spill over a metal chain. I step over it all the time ... each time I go to church. I guess I missed today. Anyway, the psalm was something like, "God heals all our wounds." I guess that was fitting.

Also, it should be noted that today is Communication Sunday. We are supposed to pray for communication specialists and journalists in their endeavor to spread truth. As this is apparently always the first Sunday in February and I have never heard of it before, I thought I would share it with you, especially since Communications is my desired field.

Okay, so after church Myriam invited me over for lunch. She and I get along really well because she was an assistant too. She condemns the French system for trying to rid the world of new ideas and has lived in Egypt, Austria, and Germany. Plus, she is a genuinely nice person. She hadn't really thought about what we would have, so after a quick glance in her fridge we decided on stir fry with chinese noodles. She had never really had soy sauce before - but it worked out okay. She had all this asian food in her apartment because after the Chinese New Year (year of the dog), all the supermarkets near her had these big sales on anything asian. Good news for our lunch.

We wound up talking until about 3:30. Afterwards, I helped her with the dishes and she dropped me off back here at home. This would be a good time to tell you about the really weird thing that happened this morning. I left my room to go take a shower, and the light was on in the main foyer. This is strange because as far as I know, the only other person in the building is the man at the end of the hall, and he is really strict about cutting off the lights. Then I noticed my bathroom door was open. This is highly unusual because I am SURE I am the only one here that is supposed to be able to use it. Upon cautiously entering the bathroom, I discovered that someone had opened the window. Now it was below freezing last night, so I am now not thrilled about the idea of taking a shower in a really cold bathroom. More importantly however, who had been in here opening the window? My only possible solution was someone letting a transient bird out - but still, I think we are going to need to not do that again. It is kind of freaky. (Note for new readers: birds sometimes get stuck in the building because of the door downstairs not being closed, and then they can't get themselves out again).

Anyway, now I'm writing and afterwards I am going upstairs to make some meatloaf and salad. Yum yum. First stir fry, now ... well anything for dinner at this point would be good. Happy Superbowl Sunday to all of you football fans, and for Mom, Go Steelers! Love always, ~Heather

Friday, February 03, 2006

Summer Camp

As it turns out, paying for my life in DC next year is going to be expensive. Also, not being available for interviews and really not wanting to have to ask anyone else for letters of recommendation has left me in a place where I need to find a summer job instead of internship (though there is still internship hope). Fayetteville, NC, where I am bound to be spending part of my summer, is not an easy place to find a job. This is because nobody wants to hire someone who is only around for the summer. As a matter of fact, they basically only want volunteers. I love volunteering, but that isn't going to pay my rent.

Where can you find a job where they don't mind you are only available in the summer? A beach town, an amusement park, or summer camp. I chose to look into summer camps this week. It has been a really fun experience looking at pictures of smiling kids and counselors. I decided to take some initiative and enter myself into a camp staff database. I think that even though I have never worked at a camp, I am staggeringly overqualified to be a cabin counselor. As it turns out, I have something like 4 years of full-time quality work experience with teenagers and about 10 years of part-time experience with children. I never thought I would be well on my way to finding a job at this age - but I could be a camp counselor year round if I wanted. I wouldn't make alot of money, but I would be perfectly qualified (except I need to renew my CPR and rescue breathing certifications).

My point is not to express my qualities here. My point is to get some feedback on places that some of you may have gone, counselored, worked, anything. I want to know what to look for in these camps (besides air-conditioning). Any feedback or advice you might have would be greatly appreciated. This should be a fun and interesting summer. If only I knew what I was doing! Love always, ~Heather

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Strength to Face the Horror

As you have probably already read, Caroline is coming to visit me soon. Amongst a few of the items on her list of things she wanted to do was going to a concentration camp. I have to say that although I have often thought about it, I never thought I would actually go to one. Knowing it was something I should do didn't seem enough to get me over the fear of going. It is frightening and upsetting - and yet so poignantly a part of the history of the world. My spirit and desire to go was bolstered today by a conversation I had with a student.

Hélène is an incredibly sweet girl who struggles against the worst opposition in English - she just can't grasp the "how." We met when I was doing observations in October. However, as I saw a good percentage of the English students that week, I didn't pay a ton of attention. Then we met again at the youth group. She was sitting next to me when we were deciding on stuff to do and we bonded over our love for crafty projects. I started tutoring her a few weeks later, and she is more than a student now, she is very much my friend.

So today when I ran into her in the Vie Scolaire and she could barely speak due to a sore throat, I had her come upstairs with me so I could give her some cough drops from my stash. We got to talking a bit about how and where we lived, and I wound up pulling out the computer trying to find pictures of houses I've lived in in the states. She was shocked to hear that more people lived in our housing development than lived in her whole village (Population=500).

Somewhere in the realm of pictures-showing we got to talking about historic war sites. She told me about a village in the south of France her grandfather had taken her to. It was a national historic town now, because it was the site of a huge masacre after WWII. Shortly after Armistice Day, all the Germans were leaving France. Unfortunately for this town, they weren't in a great mood. They gathered all of the women and children into the church and took all the men out to a field. They summarily executed the men - I believe (translation trouble) after setting them on fire with a flame thrower. As you probably guessed, they torched the church too. As if that wasn't enough to quell their hatred, they then took the flame thrower to everything in the town; not a building escaped the fire. Of a town of 500, there were five survivors: 2 or 3 men, a woman and her child. The child died not long after. A 1% survival rate - and the war was already over.

Today, they have rebuilt the town just next to the old one. They haven't touched the old one except to hang pictures on the wall that led into the town. As you go by on the train, the same train track the Germans had gotten everyone off of to bring them into the town, there is a picture of every single person who was killed in the masacre. No one speaks when visiting the town. Everything is just as it was left. Metal poles, glass bottles, the faces of porcelain dolls, and the car in the middle of the town square are all there. Except that it is all melted. I imagine it is hard to tell the difference between where the shadows start and the char marks end. I don't know if I'd have the strength to find out.

And as I said that to Hélène, she told me that I had to go. Not necessarily to the town, but at least to a concentration camp. She said that I had a responsibility to go because so many people from America could not or would not. It was so far I might never have the chance to go again. She explained that her grandfather had taken her because she needed to be a witness. She needed to see history and carry the story on to others who didn't know it or couldn't see it themselves. He never wanted her to forget this horrific part of history, because it was important to remember. When he was a child during the war, he lived in Belgium. He barely escaped an attack on a car, that was blown up to prevent a family's ability to escape. Every year until he died he went back to the site of that bombing to pay his respects.

Today Hélène paid her respects to her grandfather by passing the story of that village on to me. In respect to the 16 year old girl who has given me the courage to face the atrocities of the Holocaust, I share this story with you. Let us never forget so that we never have to relive such times again. May God bless the souls of everyone touched by the hands of evil and help us all to become beacons of his love. Love always, ~Heather

Fulfilled Craving!

At long last I have fulfilled my craving for peanut butter here in France. No, I did not actually find peanut butter that tastes like peanut butter, but I was able to make peanut butter cookies. That's right, I used the leftover, quite horrible, peanut butter I bought at the beginning of the year to make some fabulous peanut butter and chocolate chip cookies. They were delicious. I have have been satisfied. Hurray!

Not at all related, but (thankfully for my waist) on the same day (yesterday), I got to run a five-one with the volleyball team. Not the all girl one I'll be playing with on Saturday, but with the group of us (first to sit out and the people not playing Saturday) playing against them. I was so worn out after the first five plays, I almost asked to switch back to normal. For those of you who don't know, a 5-1 is a team set-up in volleyball where the same person always takes the 2nd ball (of each hit on your team's side). Also, they are responsible for playing backrow defense on any attacks, and then getting to the net in time to set if they didn't take the first ball. Simply put, I was running my little legs off. It was marvelous to be able to really play.

I'm off to clean my room so that I can work in there after lunch. (I have this weird problem that I cannot do homework in my room if there is a direct mess in my line of sight. In a room as small as mine is at the moment, that pretty much leaves me with cleaning my whole room.) I want to prepare some really good lessons for the kids in the coming week. Not that I don't always want to plan good lessons - but still. We won't be in school for Valentine's day, maybe I'll teach about that!

OKay, seriously running off now. Love you, ~Heather