Another Weekend

Somehow I managed to get to the end of the week without staring blankly at my students for more than a few seconds at a time. That is to say it seems like I'm putting way more work into my lessons lately with little return. Even simple lessons are taking a Herculean effort to finish. This also means I'm struggling to come up with lessons in the first place.

Hmm, that sounds worse than it really is.

The Ramsey boys (and maybe Naomi) are coming over... uh, any time now. And Jon invited all of his (and Alana's) students over to our place. If half come it'll be about 30 people. I'm not expecting any more than 15-20. Trust me.

Also, the final groomsman lineup is as follows:

• Best man and the tallest friend I have: Gavin Hesse
• Representing Ohio and the Armed Services: Ryan Hanson
• Representing People Who Marry Their High-School Sweethearts: Jacob Acheson
• Representing Those Who Would be Nerds Except They Are Also Good at Sports: Brady Acheson
• Representing the dirty South and all Jons' without an 'H': Jonathan Gearing
• Representing Nashvegas and the Republic of Texas: Russell Anderson

Seattle or Boston?

Alana and I are leaning towards the West Coast right now, but nothing is certain. Pray for us.

Fiddler on the Roof has been a big hit so far, now to figure out what's next. Lesson planning never ends.

Also, click the link to the right to read the latest of Jon's poetry.

Busy Normalness

Valentine's Day? Very cool. Alana's birthday? Even better. Today? We made pizza.
It's been a good week.
I love this Alana woman so much it's silly. But at least I don't wax poetic like Jon's been doing lately. That's also silly.

But there's something that's bugging me. It's all you boys who are ignoring God's call in your lives. I'm pretty sure God doesn't only call women to the mission field. Where are the leaders? There's a world of beautiful God-loving women out here that are asking the same thing. Man up!

Make sure to check out the latest from the Crushed Optimists editorial staff. Check here for an intersting story on Uzbekistan and the NGO situation there.

Maybe my next post will be all haiku.

Unconnected thoughts...

The first week of the 2nd term is done. I'm gearing up for speaches and "Fiddler on the Roof" for next week.

Big shout-outs to Erin and Whitney, I know Alana really appreciates all the help. Even if I can't spell apreciate.

It hurts to think about the Super Bowl. Gah!

Today reminded me of Tashkent--rainy, temperature around freezing and tons of police on the street. The amir was touring around K-ganda today. I even got herded off the street as his motorcade went by by the police. Woo! Good thing I didn't take a picture... that one's for Landon and Jon. Go IBS!

Speaking of which, pray for Uzbekistan.

Superbowl Frenzy!

Well, I'm actually sitting in the dark of 6:27 am (monday the 6th), alone in the glow of Jon's laptop... but I'm able to track the game reasonably well online. Getting a little play by play over the phone is great too. Hot dog! I don't understand how the 'Hawks are clearly the better team (minus a heartwarming homecoming story, prestige and history) and are still underdogs. Ah well, all the better to win with.