And read Twilight. Now I'm reading New Moon.

Because people told me I had to.

Bella's rather pathetic, lol

My TO DO LIST

> electronic portfolio
> motor development lab portfolio
> three motor development lab reflections
> two motor development lab synopses
> motor development lab presentation
> motor development concept map
> six two and a half elementary PE teaching reflections
> three one and a half elementary PE lesson plans
> elementary PE portfolio
> hockey unit video
> motor development jeopardy
> >analyze motor developement project rolling videos
> answer motor development rolling questions 6, 7, & 8
> biomechanics lab literature review [Loves Challen for LIFE]
> biomechanics lab quiz
> biomechanics lab final
> biomechanics test #3
> biomechanics final
> dance presentation
> dance final
> Northridge HS health fair

finally, finally, finally done. Thank God

Tonight I headed back to CSUN
For another fun-filled week of school!
This weekend, however, I intended to exit at Devonshire instead of Nordoff like usual, because Devonshire is closer to the dorms.
But I forgot.

When I exited at Nordoff, I saw an older lady with a sign, “Need Coffee. Please Help”.

I had seen her last week and driven past, wondering if I should do something.
I didn’t do anything and honestly forgot about her until I was heading down the off ramp again.
This time, I felt compelled.

I pulled into the AM PM just off the exit and went inside. Coffee I knew I would get, but I wanted to give her something to eat, as well. Something filling, something relatively healthy, something with plenty of calories and fat; the lady looked skin and bones.

I had planned on donuts, because what else is there at a gas station besides chips? I glanced around, though, and saw trail mix.
Perfect.

I didn’t have any cash (seriously, who carries cash anymore?), and AM PM charges that 45 cent fee, the bastards, but I slide my debit card at the register anyway and walked out the door.

I felt nervous as I walked the hundred or so yards to the freeway off ramp. Would she appreciate it, would she be rude and preferred cash instead, what would I say as I hand her the Styrofoam cup?

I start to cross the street to the side she’s standing on; the little green walking man was lit so I had no wait. Crossing, I see her glance at me, look back up the exit, glance at me again. I could see the question: why is a white girl walking toward the wrong side of the 405?

I step on the curb and say ineloquently, “Here you go.” My brilliant speech I pondered over as I purchased and walked over.

The lady’s mouth dropped in a gasp; she’s missing her front teeth. How hard must her life have been? “Thank you…” she says. “God bless you.”

“And this,” I hand her the trail mix. Hard to believe I had a college age reading level before leaving grade school.

“Oh I love these,” she tells me. “Thank you. God bless.”

“I wanted to find something filling.”

“God bless you.” She does appreciate. Nothing to worry about, Rosie.

I smile; I can’t help it. “Well, Jesus loves you.”

She looks at me and says with sincerity, “He does, because He sent me someone like you.”

I don’t think I’ve been so proud of myself in a long, long time.

I thank God for using me to help this lady. I hope and pray that He’ll see fit to use me again to serve His purpose.

One could argue I was simply raised to be a kind and generous person, but I know better. I know the nudge I was given to do what I did. I know God’s hand was on me.

What I hope more, though, is that someone saw what I did. Not because I want them to think highly of me. No, because I want them to be inspired to do something to help another themselves.

And pass it on.

And on.

And on.

Because Jesus loves everyone.

And you know what, the 45 cent debit fee was worth it.

Lately, I’ve been having a real emotional rollercoaster.

It’s embarrassing, it’s humiliating, it’s pathetic and I hate myself for how I’ve acted and felt.

Combined with some worrying health issues that make me anemic and feel like I’ve been PMSing for the past two months

And now some stressful family issues

I’ve been in tears far too much lately.

I listen to Air1 and subscribe to their Verse of the Day. This is why I support Air1; God works through them.

Daily Verse Jan 8th, 2009: John 16:33 – “In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.”

Daily Verse Jan 9th, 2009: 2 Corinthians 4:17 – For our present troubles are small and won’t last very long. Yet they produce for us a glory that vastly outweighs them and will last forever.

Daily Verse Jan 10th, 2009: Philippians 4:6 – Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.

Daily Verse Jan 11th, 2009: 1 Peter 5:7 – Give all your cares and worries to God, for He cares about you.

Yet God has been looking over me, as indirectly as it may be. God watches over us all and knows exactly what we’re going through and why and He will never burden us too heavily. He knows that we are able to cope with all the challenges He presents us, and gives us the encouragement we need.

I hope and pray that I can remember that God believes in me, that He believes I’m strong enough for the trials and adversities ahead of me, that He sees and knows the greater picture.

Please pray for me, my friends. Pray that I’ll have the strength and courage and wisdom to triumph, that I can bear these burdens I have, that I can become the person God wants me to be.

Pray for my parents, that my mom has strength and my dad has understanding.

This morning, I weighed myself for the first time in literally a month

With the semester ending
And studying for finals
And working on papers
And content notebooks
And all the other stress

I haven’t thought of weighing myself

One thing you all should know before I continue

If I’m working on something that holds my attention really well, or stressing from whatever
And I start to feel hungry
I’ll think, “Okay, after this, I’ll get some food”
And two hours later I’ll wonder why my stomach is growling
And think the same thing

Last I checked I was about 152 pounds
I feel just as strong and muscular and tone as before Finals Stress Time
So if anything, I was expecting to stay the same or gain a pound or two

So, after all this stress of the end of the semester and life and being trapped in the city (=/)
I weighed myself before work this morning

And I was 146.5 pounds

Holy Crap

I checked again
146 pounds

And again
And a fourth time

Three out of four times I was 146 pounds

The lowest I’ve ever weighed

Needless to say, I was pretty stoked

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