Happy

Today was a great day! Fantastic! Mondays are the easiest day at work, all the kids are lovely, and there aren't any major clashes of personalities to deal with. And then... I got to help out with the pre-kinders... and then I spent an hour with the babies! The babies were lovely, and there wasn't any crying. They were angels. And then I went to the toddlers for the end of their nap time. And then I went back to the kinder kids, and THEY were lovely.

Then I came home, and got home at 6, which is rather early for me.

And found that I had gotten a book from Bookmooch, which made me happy. And that my order from Vision Forum had come in. I so can't wait to read the books I bought! And to listen to the CD sermons! (Yes Claire, I'm weird.) And listen to a series on history (Rebecca will fight me for it once she realises I've got it!)

I am very blessed!

And The Winner Is...

You know how Veng was worried that he would make me cry? And how Joab thought that he could? Well, we have a winner. The next person who made me cry by being nice was... (drum roll please)

Rebecca.

I'd like to point out, this is quite an achievement for her. She has never made me cry before. She always realises she's being too nice and backs off. She has now officially joined the ranks of those who have made me cry.

Ballet and Opera Tickets

Firstly, who is interested in being informed of spare opera or ballet tickets? Obviously Wesley people will already be being informed of such things, so this is for church people. Let me know, and I'll text you if there are spare tickets. You can specify ballet or opera. We're also seeing My Fair Lady, which isn't an opera, but is being done by Opera Australia.

And again, you get the wonderful pleasure of spending an evening with me. If you don't like that, console yourself with the thought that I fell asleep at both the most recent operas. (I missed the entire secong half of Carmen!) And you'll also get to meet my secular friends. Son't worry, they are less scary than me. Rebecca met them, and she lived to tell the tale... more or less.

Let me know in the comments.

The Conversation That Should Have Happened

I was at the BTF meeting today, and whilst I was telling everyone about my panpipes (which actually play the notes C,D,E,G,and A in TUNE), I was completely unaware of the bombshell of Joab's comment.

Here is the conversation that should have happened:

J: I commented on your incredibly awesome blog today Sam. It is very awesome. More people should read it. Anyway, I just happened to mention that I wear make-up, such as foundation, and sometimes even blusher and lipstick. Not bright red though. I pretend to be a nice, innocent, well behaved boy, and red lipstick would give it away that really I'm a rotter.

S: You wear WHAT?

J: I like looking pretty. Is that a crime? You and Kallie aren't the only pretty people in our church!

S: You wear WHAT?

J: It's not as though I wear mascara. I can't carry it off. But eyeliner makes me look hot.

S: You wear WHAT? Are you wearing it now? Your complexion looks flawless.

J: Maybe I'm born with it, maybe it's maybeline.

I Need A Life

Does anyone find it slightly sad that I spent 8 hours preparing for a lesson tomorrow. A lesson that will take under an hour to teach.

On the bright side, I made panpipes. As if that aint cool.

Boys and Make-Up

To the prayer meeting, Kallie and I were talking about one of the many blessings of being a girl - ie that we can wear make-up. Make-up is very useful for making it look like I've slept some time in the last month.

So then we started talking about boys, and h ow they clearly can't wear make-up. Kallie said that they could wear eyeliner, but foundation would be a BAD IDEA. "Think about it - especially if they got a five o'clock shadow!"

"We should get one of the boys to wear make-up to church." One of us said.

"Someone completely unexpected."

We had a few ideas on who would be unexpected, and who we might be actually able to convince to wear a nice bright lipstick, but I won't share. It'll just get us into trouble :)

So we got to prayer meeting, and promptly started to search out a victim. We settled on Simone's-brother-Shawn, and promptly asked him what colour he liked. "Purple," he replied. (Well, at least Joab has company there.)

"Would you be willing to wear puple lipstick to church?" Kal asked.

"My sister has a really nice dark purple shade," I added.

"What? No!" he replied.

"What about eyeliner?" Kallie asked.

He looked at us as if we were mental. Although, I suppose we are a bit.

So, do we have any volunteers? And I'd like to point out here, that Joab, my church male readership is down pretty much to you, although Christian and Kien read occasionally. Oh, and Christian has suggested that we have a part three on (y)our car.

Care Group

Those of you who have been reading for a while will remember when Christian made me cry at Care Group by being NICE. (Never be nice, it's doomed to failure around me.)

Well, apparently I am so tired that now Veng is very worried that he's going to make me cry. I had to tell him how unlikely that is:

1. He teases me, he doesn't say nice things that fail to be nice. Teasing by and large won't make me cry.

2. Veng mumbles, and doesn't look at me while he talks. If I understand half of what he says, it's a good night. He knows this, I tell him all the time!

The question remains... who will be the next person to make me cry? I'm betting on either Christian again, or perhaps Dhanny. Although there are a few other people (mostly boys, boys are so much better at making me cry than girls, because girls realise what they are doing and STOP) who might make it.

Another Review

I just finished Foxe's Book of Martyrs. It was a long a difficult read, firstly because it is not altogether heartening to read about people being burnt for 410 pages, but also because the language is that of the 16th century. Which even I don't speak fluently. A word of advice for all who wish to read it - divers means diverse, or more accurately in modern English, various.

But I did like it. Even if I could only read 20 or so pages at a stretch.

Clay

Rebecca just asked me to google baking clay in the oven. The clay we bought states on the package to bake at over 1000 degrees.

"I don't think our oven goes that high!" she said.

Kallie replied, "We could just use the nuclear reactor we have in the backyard."

Dear all

Dear all,
I am not well.
Please give me books.
And chocolate.
And money to buy books and chocolate.
A husband would be nice too, but I understand they are not readily avaiable in shops.
Love me.