In honor of Reformation Day all the kids in my class dressed up in costumes, we walked the halls of our school and asked for candy and ending the day with a party in the gym.
Isn't that what today is about?
:)
Monday, October 31, 2011
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Chicago Weekend
As one who claims to love living in the city my transition to living back in Chicago has not come with out bumps. There are days I longer for the quiet and ease of the suburbs. Target is more accessible in the suburbs, as is quiet streets for early morning runs.
This weekend I have felt like a Chicagoan, and enjoyed it. I began with a Saturday morning run through neighborhoods filled with old houses. After the run I picked up a coffee at a local (non Starbucks) place as well as a Chicago Arts paper (with dreams of maybe going to play...but in reality just loving feeling in the know). With my hair wet from my shower, hot Thai coffee in hand and a paper tucked under my arm I walked into my Saturday morning CPR training ready to save lives. :)
Saturday night consisted of an unofficial Roomie Date night. I'd like to say we had a lovely evening. We went to a local BBQ place for dinner. Not knowing what we were getting into, we pub on our cute earrings and jeans and headed to eat.
The experience ended up being very casual and delicious! But since we were still dressed up we decided to end the evening with dessert at yet another Chicago landmark....
Margie's Candies. I'd never heard of it, but the shop has been around FOREVER! OK, over 75 years. It was such a trip. They are known for their ice cream. I tried my first cheesecake ice cream...delicious!
And this morning as I was walking home from church at the Abbey Pub, I felt like this weekend was complete and full of Chicago city moments.
This weekend I have felt like a Chicagoan, and enjoyed it. I began with a Saturday morning run through neighborhoods filled with old houses. After the run I picked up a coffee at a local (non Starbucks) place as well as a Chicago Arts paper (with dreams of maybe going to play...but in reality just loving feeling in the know). With my hair wet from my shower, hot Thai coffee in hand and a paper tucked under my arm I walked into my Saturday morning CPR training ready to save lives. :)
Saturday night consisted of an unofficial Roomie Date night. I'd like to say we had a lovely evening. We went to a local BBQ place for dinner. Not knowing what we were getting into, we pub on our cute earrings and jeans and headed to eat.
And this morning as I was walking home from church at the Abbey Pub, I felt like this weekend was complete and full of Chicago city moments.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
"Maybe we should...."
Sometimes I remind myself of my dad.
Today after making this delicious meal for lunch (thank you for the recipe, mom!)...
...I made a casual comment to my roommate how pie sounded good. I possibly even said "Maybe we should make a pie"
But I didn't mean we should actually make a pie!
I meant, it would be a good idea if I had the energy and desire to get up after eating such a delicious meal to make dessert!
But we are new roommates. So she did not know that.
Next thing I knew we (yes both of us) were in the kitchen cutting apples and mixing a crumbly crust.
Before I knew it we had created this...
and after an hour in the oven it transformed into this...
and it was delicious!
According to my mother, my dad will say something like "Maybe we should..."
i.e. "Maybe we should move the family to Chicago and I'll become a full-time student"...but he doesn't actually mean he wants to do it right then. It's just an idea. He's just thinking out loud.
I'm glad there's a mom to become the feet (or the yellow light...or the red light) to some of my dad's "Maybe we should...."'s
Just like today I was glad I had a roommate who made my "Maybe we should..." a reality.
It was all worth the delay in my Sunday nap.
Today after making this delicious meal for lunch (thank you for the recipe, mom!)...
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| Chicken & Spinach Quinoa Delight (I just made the delight part up now) It tasted like chicken noodle soup in solid form. Is that weird? |
But I didn't mean we should actually make a pie!
I meant, it would be a good idea if I had the energy and desire to get up after eating such a delicious meal to make dessert!
But we are new roommates. So she did not know that.
Next thing I knew we (yes both of us) were in the kitchen cutting apples and mixing a crumbly crust.
Before I knew it we had created this...
and after an hour in the oven it transformed into this...
and for dramatic effect here it is in a close-up...
and it was delicious!
According to my mother, my dad will say something like "Maybe we should..."
i.e. "Maybe we should move the family to Chicago and I'll become a full-time student"...but he doesn't actually mean he wants to do it right then. It's just an idea. He's just thinking out loud.
I'm glad there's a mom to become the feet (or the yellow light...or the red light) to some of my dad's "Maybe we should...."'s
Just like today I was glad I had a roommate who made my "Maybe we should..." a reality.
It was all worth the delay in my Sunday nap.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Taken Thursday: SSHS Ten Years Later
I tried to think of a clever alliteration for Thursday since I missed "Wordless Wednesday".
So, in lieu of it being Thursday, I feel as if I can use words. :)
Below is one of the very few pictures I took at my ten year reunion.
While uploading the picture to this blog I realized I've known all of the people in this picture for approximately twenty years. 20. Two decades...
Amazing!
What a timeless gift friendship is.
My favorite part of our ten year High School reunion was the laughter.
We laughed A LOT!
We laughed so much my sweet, pregnant friend's water broke hours after leaving the party.
True story.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Oh how I wish you could be a fly on the wall of my classroom...
As you watch from the wall you may think, "Oh, my! I never knew Bethany could loose her temper! I thought she was always kind and loving with only cozy comfort spilling from her heart"
It is true - I can be kind and loving. And I often am in the classroom. But please. I am writing this blog fresh after coming off of a day where the "time-out" chair was the busiest spot in the house.
With that said, I love my job. I do. I love that it pushes me to grow-up in really important ways.
Such as learning to love a child by being firm instead of always being soft.
or
Don't take a child's tantrum personal, just because they cry when I put them in time out does not mean they hate me. And even if they do hate me for the moment, I am learning they will always come give me a hug when they leave at the end of the day.
and
I'm learning how to be a leader of other adults who are both older and younger than I. The value of encouragement is priceless. The necessity of being firm at times (there's that word again). Clear communication takes time...and grace is a must!
and
PRAY! Prayer makes walking in the Spirit much more personal. I can tell the days where I've spent time in prayer and others are praying for me, and the days where I am not quite as "prayed up". The battles are always bigger with out prayer.
Looking back on this scattered post, I can see me trying to say...sometimes I don't like my job. Some days I want to quit. I get frustrated with something about everyday. But in my weakness I can see the strength of the Lord maturing and humbling me. It's a beautiful feeling to be in the Potter's hands, even when He is firm. I see the grace of the Lord being poured out over my life; and I praise Him for what He is doing!
And finally...in honor of the name of my blog: below is the book I have been poring over the past couple weeks.
Love,
Miss Bethany
btw. I have parent-teacher conferences next week...what?! :)
As you watch from the wall you may think, "Oh, my! I never knew Bethany could loose her temper! I thought she was always kind and loving with only cozy comfort spilling from her heart"
It is true - I can be kind and loving. And I often am in the classroom. But please. I am writing this blog fresh after coming off of a day where the "time-out" chair was the busiest spot in the house.
With that said, I love my job. I do. I love that it pushes me to grow-up in really important ways.
Such as learning to love a child by being firm instead of always being soft.
or
Don't take a child's tantrum personal, just because they cry when I put them in time out does not mean they hate me. And even if they do hate me for the moment, I am learning they will always come give me a hug when they leave at the end of the day.
and
I'm learning how to be a leader of other adults who are both older and younger than I. The value of encouragement is priceless. The necessity of being firm at times (there's that word again). Clear communication takes time...and grace is a must!
and
PRAY! Prayer makes walking in the Spirit much more personal. I can tell the days where I've spent time in prayer and others are praying for me, and the days where I am not quite as "prayed up". The battles are always bigger with out prayer.
Looking back on this scattered post, I can see me trying to say...sometimes I don't like my job. Some days I want to quit. I get frustrated with something about everyday. But in my weakness I can see the strength of the Lord maturing and humbling me. It's a beautiful feeling to be in the Potter's hands, even when He is firm. I see the grace of the Lord being poured out over my life; and I praise Him for what He is doing!
And finally...in honor of the name of my blog: below is the book I have been poring over the past couple weeks.
Love,
Miss Bethany
btw. I have parent-teacher conferences next week...what?! :)
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