Koala-ty feelings

This picture makes my blood pressure/stress levels lower just looking at it. 

Enjoy. 

Deliverance

This morning I found myself unable to sleep. After a later than typical night last night I had gone to sleep, setting my alarm so that I could wake up and complete a quick assignment due before my 8:30am class. Since returning from spring break, I haven’t yet caught up on my sleep, and have added a severe case of allergies to top it off. (Boyfriend almost didn’t kiss me goodnight; it’s not pretty). Needless to say, sleep is pretty high on my list of THINGS I NEED. So imagine my dismay when I find myself wide awake at 6:30 this morning. Not thinking about any particular thing, not worried or stressed, except at the sleep that I was losing! After 15 minutes of attempting to fall back asleep, I gave up and opened my computer.

I quickly finished the assignment I had planned on completing, and then checked to see what was due next week. 

Thankfully I did look, there was another assignment due this morning, along with the original one I knew about. Both were finished in time for class to start, but I find myself grateful for a Heavenly Father who is aware enough of me and my schedule to wake me in the wee hours of the morning so that I can be successful in my endeavors. It seems like such a small thing, but for me, it was a (needed) reminder that “the tender mercies of the Lord are over all those whom he hath chosen, because of their faith, to make them mighty even unto the power of deliverance.” (Even if that deliverance is from a zero in a grade book.)

In My Defense

Yesterday I called my busiest sister. I’m going to visit her next week and needed to know when she was most available for me to stay with her for a couple of nights. Every time I think my life is crazy, I just talk to her for a minute and realize that perhaps being an art student is more demanding than being a grad student (perhaps, maybe they’re just different…)  but I digress.

About 5 minutes into our conversation, just as I was pulling into my driveway, she said (and I quote)

“Congratulations on getting a boyfriend, I hear all you do is make out all the time.”

Me: “Thanks. Wait, what? How did you get that information?”

Her: “Samuel told me. He read it on your blog.”

*Samuel is my sister's old roommate's husband. Also, my other sister's brother in law.*

Me: “He read that we make out all the time?”

Her: “yeah. I don’t have time to read your blog.”

I went home and re read my blog post. Mostly I just alluded to the fact that I had been kissed. (Read it, I said NOTHING about making out. Nothing specific about how and where, because frankly, it’s none of your business -though I do love you).

So here’s my defense: 

Yes, I have a boyfriend.

Yes, we kiss on occasion, not “all the time.”

We do other things to. I do homework. We go to music recitals. We eat. We cook. We go to church things. 

We talk. We tease. And sometimes, on occasion, appropriately, we kiss.

And I like it.

So there.