So, I'm back to Xanga I guess. I don't have internet in my apartment and the only computer I use is school property so it has this nasty filter blocker thing that cuts out anything that doesn't have "Menno" in the title. Bygones.

I'm here for two reasons. #1- Xanga made me, and #2- I now have a super secret password that allows me to travel to the darkest reaches of the interweb. Thank you Dean Brubaker.

Well what a year it's been! Cliche, Cliche, Cliche... Actually, my life is good. Lancaster Mennonite is treating me well, although the money is shorter than I would like. My students are hilarious here in the Residence Hall and I will be very sad to see the year end. What does the summer have in store? Oh, a few things. Mostly travel and visiting with friends. I am applying for two different jobs, one of which is soul-filling and the other pocket-filling. We'll see which grabs me more...or rather, which one will have me.

Sometimes I feel a little stuck, sort of like I'm walking through sand or something ridiculously metaphorical like that. I'm just used to jumping around and moving from state-to-state (which is also a great game by the way) and bouncing between really amazing jobs. Now that I'm semi-settled I'm finding that I am not as far along as I'd hoped to be by this point. I know I should never compare myself to anyone else, but its hard when all my friends drive nice cars, have real jobs, spouses and houses. Meanwhile, I'm living in a dorm, working in a dorm, driving a 96 nissan the size of a scooter and barely making enough to pay my bills. ARGH! STUDENT LOANS! I know this is all teaching me something and I'm sure that God has a divine plan, but sometimes I wish the plan would include a little more stability and class.

No offense Lord.

When I was in high school I did not like children and I especially loathed babies. I now have two families that I babysit for on a fairly regular basis. A 5 year old girl, and a troupe of boys aged 5, 3 and 11 months. It's funny how you can be so sure about something only to have it completely dissolve without warning. I am now addicted to babies. Baby crack.

Yesterday I babysat the three boys. Good things to know:
#1: They are painfully adorable. These kids are plump, rosy, dimpled, blue-eyed, smiley love bugs. (that sounds so day care of me, but i don't mind).  Here are Hunter and Paul.

#2: They are painfully naughty. I mean seriously, these are NAUGHTY boys. The kind that you want to string up and leave hang on the wall while you take a nap.
#3: Their parents aren't particularly strict. Hooray.

1+2+3= a well earned $12/hour.

Joy of my day? The 3 year old asking me what "boobies" are, asking why I had them and he didn't, and then saying "Can I see 'dem?" MAN! That's HILARIOUS! It's terrible that there's no one else around to hear and witness these wonderfully hysterical moments.

Today was my day off from work. I get one day off a week and every other weekend off.

I do not own a TV. When it is my day off I go to my parents house and drown myself in telelvision. I have watched 4 hours of TAPS (Ghost Hunters) and 4 Hours of America's Next Top Model.

I can't feel my brain.