Good-bye Santa Claus!

The illustration at left shows the extent of Arctic sea ice (the north pole) on Sept. 16. The one on the right is the extent on the previous record low, set on Sept. 21, 2005.

God is good.

God is good.

Chronic Sense of Exhaustion...

Chronically exhausted. That's how I feel. Something as joyous as going and praising God for 1 1/2 hours just drained the life of me. The worst part is that I must confess, I was so completely and utterly exhausted that I didn't even really enjoy it.

I've entered this monotonous state of being quietly, and unsuspected. And to my dismay, it does not appear to have an end in sight. What ever happened to the light at the end of the tunnel? Mine got tired, and burned out. Is there a cure for this endless tired? It appears not. The cure seems to be my ill; to continue working. The thing that poisions me is the very thing I crave. Why? And when I do find a moment to steal away, it still beckons. Not one time, not two, but four. GRRR! The frustration of these moments are the most unbearable. I just...don't know.

I'm just so ffing tired. I loathe the feeling. I couldn't being to tell you what....or why, or who even. All I know is that I pray to God constantly that it will end very soon.

Brenna Powers

I already miss Brenna.

"The better work men do is always done under stress and at great personal cost."

It's been a while since I've updated. Not a lot has changed, and not a lot has gone on.

I'm still a teacher. But now I teach strings in addition to band and jazz band. I am also at three schools, instead of the simple two I was at last year. However, I'm still getting ganked by the district that refuses to pay people who work over full-time hours full-time pay. Ahh...the glories of being on salary!

These days, I'm looking an awful lot like this--->

Could be the fact that I do the jobs of 7 people in one day, or it could be the fact that I'm ALWAYS running around like a chicken with no head and never taking a few moments to rest...because, let's face it, rest is over-rated.

My brother is going on a year long mission trip starting in December. He needs money, if you wish to donate to him, you should do that. He's got to raise $14,000, and he has about $2,000. If you are interested in what he's doing or anything regarding him, visit his blog.

I'm going to New York in November. I will be singing with the Wichita Symphony Chorus as part of this ginormous choral union under the direction of John Rutter at Carnegie Hall. Come see me sing (if you can!).

The Scream

tur·moil/ˈtɜrmɔɪl/

–noun
1.
a state of great commotion, confusion, or disturbance; tumult; agitation; disquiet: mental turmoil caused by difficult decisions.
2.
Obsolete. harassing labor.

You just wish you could tell somebody and it actually make a difference. You're always the one who smiles and moves forward. Your feelings don't matter. Growing up sucks. It's nothing to look forward to....all that happens is you get to pay your own bills, work non-stop, and your friends get boyfriends/get married move away to other towns and forget you. You're not important enough to be seen once a week, much less to have your calls answered. What makes you think that they could actually care about YOU? No one stops to think about you. Your life is seemingly full. You are the caretaker of four. Lives depend on you. But they would get by. They can and they have gotten by without you. They don't need you, no one does. You are not appreciated. You are not wanted. You are not cared for. No one really cares. The only thing is, you know you're wrong....you just wish you could prove that.

An update!

Okay, so here's an update on me....

The kids did WONDERFUL at contest, and I'm so proud of them. They did so much better than I even thought they could ever do (doesn't sound so confident coming from the teacher, but I can't do 100% of the work, I just get to wave my arms around---they get to make the real music!). They ended up with 2 2s and 1 3 (which was 3 points away from being a 2)! This is the best the concert band has EVER done! The district fine arts director said that I was doing an amazing job and to keep doing what I was doing. He told me that he hadn't heard that band sound like that ever, and that my band was up to par with some of the other schools' symphonic bands. It was quite the encouragement.

Circque du Soleil sucked. It was sorely overrated and not good at all. I was majorly disappointed and would NOT recommend "Delirium" to anybody.

Mom and I went to San Antonio for a few days during spring break...and it was wonderful. Everytime I travel to Texas I fall in love with it again. I will one day live there. That is a state God undoubtedly created for me (and me-like people!). I truly enjoy all time spent in that wonderful place.

I'm not exactly ready to go back to work. But oh well. I get the whole danged summer off, so I can't really complain. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH, time is so timely.