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December 04, 2014



I have medicine for this type of thing.


You need some Advent time--a little time in the dark with some twinkling lights. My personal Advent time so far has come from being forced to slow down this week due to having an ear infection. Ask yourself what really matters and skip the rest. But keep coming back to the quiet time with the lights in case there is nothing you can skip. The World will tell you otherwise, but don't let anything get in the way of waiting for the Light that comes into the world.


You need a wife!!


From a pre-k teacher feeling a similar way, except that I'm not selling a house (but I am looking for a new place to live!), and I have to plan 16 small group activities between now and Christmas break... head to the grocery store (groan, I know) and get coffee filters, the pointy ice cream cones, green cake icing (or white icing and green food coloring), and mini M&Ms or marshmallows. Let the students make edible Christmas trees! After you pass out the food supplies (the cones stand upside down on the coffee filters to prevent huge messes, and the toppings are just spooned into the sides of the coffee filters), you just stand back and WATCH as they create and eat. And the kids love it! I know it's not much... but it's an idea and "one less thing"! (Wish I could buy the house to make it one MORE less thing, but I feel like the commute to my school in NC would be a little exhausting every day...) Here's a link to a picture of the edible Christmas trees! Good luck! http://www.sheknows.com.au/food/articles/960785/edible-christmas-decorations


Hoping you're surviving and actually able to enjoy the season! Miss you1111


well, did you survive? I'm usually so sad after the day comes and goes. But this year? THANKFUL I made it through!


Did you make it? =) Happy New Year!


Happy New Year
We all miss you!!!


where arrrrrrrrrrrre youuuuuuuuu????

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