someday.

butters.

time waster.

Here soon, my husband will be starting a class for Trinity Evangelical Divinity School. He's already taken a few here in Indy, but starting in the fall, he will become *hopefully* a full time student. He'll commute two-three days (I'm praying for two) and continue to work full time for the church.

Today he told me today that he will be pitching his playstation in the fall. This, to me, was a bit extreme. In my mind, it's okay for us to have a lame escape that we use to supplement our busy lives. In my mind, we all need that. He, however, is dead set on throwing it away. He said he simply won't have time for it and even if he did, for the next two years, there will always be a better way to spend his time.

It got me thinking what the next two years will be like. Sure, I'll have a little extra time on my hands with my husband gone for a couple days each week....

But I also told him tonight that while he's in seminary, I plan on taking care of the house. We currently share housework duties since we both work a full time job and don't have any children.

It was then that I realized that I waste too much time. I'm a big fat time waster.

tv

blogs

people.coms

farting around my house aimlessly.

I gotta master this demon that guards my peace.

On a regular basis, I fail to read my Bible or pray because something is on the TV, I want to see who wore what to the SAG awards, or I'm too unorganized to actually focus.

This just isn't acceptable.

Late New Years Resolution:

stop

wasting

time.

very important information.

*ahem*

this is an UPDATE.

valerian tea in the spanburg house

has officially been dubbed:

STINKY

HAIRY

BUTT

TEA

(it is no longer the tea that helps mama get sleepy at 9pm when she has to get up at 5am.)

thank you for your time and consideration.

gah.

today i am overwhelmed.

with what i need to do.

where i need to go.

who i need to be.

i feel i am constantly trying to be someone different.

someone better.

or do something different.

something better.

it's exhausting.

:(

i have already recognized that i can't do it on my own.

my question is:

how do i give You control?

no thank you.

this

just makes me sad.

date night!

so the image turned out tiny, which is unforunate

BUT WE GOT TO SEE STEVE NASH!!!

tim got us tickets ten rows from the floor for christmas.

(i think it's very cute that tim gets me christmas presents that are 50% for him too ;) )

they were INCREDIBLE seats.

and it was super fun that my sister and her man (andy) were literally across the court from us in their free seats from family friend, todd.

we had a little mean lady usher.

and steve nash got a bloody nose.

i almost threw punches.

(at the basketball player who gave him the bloody nose and the little mean lady usher)

and they blew a 25 point lead.

and they lost.

but we had a grand time!

and the bazbeaux and lovely bass i enjoyed beforehand with my husband were also grand.

(above image from my bachelorette soirre)

great night! i will love the suns 'till stevie retires! :)

something to dwell on

some thoughts are running through my head at the moment.

i've noticed a trend and a pattern.

on days that I am not at work I usually seem to experience a melancholy spirit.

this may just be the winter blues

(I did order a Vitamin D supplement from my chiropractor a few days ago)

or maybe it's just a coincidence.

...or...

...maybe...

do i actually like my job??

have i been conditioned over the years to have a bad attitude about work,

dwell on the drama, and believe that i'm always stuck with the short end of the stick?

i listened to a tim keller sermon on work where he talked about how work is taking

chaos and making it into something that is a

blessing to others.

so i saw this picture today:

and i thought about how i stand at that handoff plane everyday...

and i share wonderful smiles

and i share genuine conversations

i learn a little bit about our regulars every single day

and then i get to give them their beverage and make their day.

why do i think i'm making their day?

'cause why else would you pay 3 dollars for a beverage... almost every single day? ;)

with all this said

i think sometimes a bad attitude is something that you can learn from your past experiences and your current environment.

and so,

starting today,

i will actively make an effort to change that attitude

and instead

remember that when i see a picture of myself making an iced tea at starbucks,

i remember good times and not bad.