Sunday, August 27, 2006
am in a fantastic mood today.
my sunday school kids performed so well! (in my opinion.. i told my co-teacher that they performed surprisingly well) no one cried onstage or tried to hold anyone's hand or touched anyone inappropriately or behaved badly, and they sounded like angels (to me) and i was so incredibly proud of them. must remember to buy them little snackpacks of chocolates next week. anddd. i got presents! from two girls only la. but still, it's so sweet! i almost didn't know how to react - i never know how to accept gifts graciously - and i was all *gasp!* oh! so sweet! thank you so much! it really was very sweet. one of them gave me cookies in a little cup with little cut-outs pasted on, and a note on top, and the other gave me ferrero rochers and a (pink but nevermind) pen with the word 'teacher' on it, in this bag of weaved paper that she made. i think about my own childhood and feel a bit bad that i never did anything this nice for my own teachers. makes me want to write cards for my current teachers, just to thank them for wasting their time on me. (not that i waste my time on my kids, just that preparing every sunday does take quite a lot of time and energy, and i do like rochers)
and i LOVE this song: adolescent song of mindless devotion, by the lucksmiths
I love you from the heart of my bottomI love you from the bottom of my soulI love the soles on your feetI love you from the foot of the hill(I promise I will)I'd sail the driest desertI'd walk the wildest seasI'd swim the highest mountainI'd swallow chalk and swear it was cheeseIf you said pleaseBecause I la-la-la-la-love you
And I na-na-na-na-need you
And I wo-wo-wo-wo-want you
To be ma-ma-ma-ma-mineBecause I la-la-la-la-love you
And I na-na-na-na-need you
And I wo-wo-wo-wo-want you
To be ma-ma-ma-ma-mineI love your diamond lipsI love your rosy-red eyesI love your cheeky cheeksI'd tear the stars out of the midday sky(if you said 'hi')I'd help you walk through the windowI'd sing to you beneath your doorI'd change my name to MatthewAnd be the welcome mat on your floorI don't know what fiveBecause I la-la-la-la-love youAnd I na-na-na-na-need youAnd I wo-wo-wo-wo-want youTo be ma-ma-ma-ma-mine
'Til the end of lunchtimecracks me up every time.
3:38 PM ;
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