Cinnamon rolls

I'm no pioneer woman but I do like to cook - and here's a photohraph of my latest. The batch I made a few weeks ago looked better but these taste better (note small hole on upper right). I'm taking them to work to celebrate a coworker's bday. She doesn't like chocolate and I figured no one was thrilled to try prune cake or garbanzo bean cake.

seeing

"Everybody can be great because anybody can serve. You don't have to have a college degree to serve. You don't have to make your subject and verb agree to serve. You don't have to know about Plato and Aristotle to serve. You only need a heart full of grace. A soul generated by love. And you can be that servant." - Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

i read this quote on sherpa's blog the other day. it made me happy. it made me want to see people differently. i hope i can SEE people serving instead of what i normally see. i believe we see what we look for. i want to look for goodness and service.

and in case you were wondering, i failed to bake this weekend. i DID practice the piano a lot, though. and i got to enjoy a very peaceful experience at the temple. it was a weekend full of blessings. here's hoping i can enjoy this week as well.

working

but i'd rather be home baking. just in a mood. i really struggled this morning to convince myself it was only thursday. by the time saturday comes i hope i'm still in the mood to bake.

Ghost pencil

Who else suffers from this affliction? How do you teachers out there avoid it? Being the ever ready and practical teacher that I am, I keep a pencil tucked behind my ear all day. You never know when a kid will need one. Plus I use it write everything that's not done on a computer. I can't live without my pencil. But then... when I get home... I find myself checking my ear to see if it's still there. Like getting off a boat, or at the end of rollerskating, I still have the sensation that there's a pencil up there. Usually there isn't since the last act of the day is to return the pencil to the designated mug. But to be sure my hand goes up to verify I am pencil free. Seriously, this must happen at least once each night.
Today was long. Sophomore orientation from 5:30-8:30. And do I get paid? Doubt it. Such is the life of a teacher. Hmmm, this whine is sounding familiar. Did I already post about it today? I think it's time for bed.

march madness

okay, this is NOT a basketball post. it's just a little peek into my own madness that happens in march. first of all - it's a pretty stressful month. yearbook deadlines, end of third term, no holiday, weird weather, and the most annoying for me.... i keep wanting to use the number four to represent the month. i for the life of me can and never have been able to remember to use a three. it bugs. three three three. it is march. the third month. three.

Papercut!

Look what I did! I know - not the most productive use of my prep. But fun! Thanks cindy!

It works!

Okay so now to share somerhing super insightful and significant since that's what all my posts are about. On the way to my car this afternoon I came across a weed growing in a crack in the sidewalk. I took it as the first sign of spring. Shoot now I wish i'd photoed it for you all to see. Trust me... spring is virtually here!

Mobile test

I blog from my phone ALL the time but lately it's not working. I watched the how to video so now i'm trying again.