Defiling Skin Diseases

I guess it's this whole thing (although not a particularly Presbyterian one) to give up something for Lent.  I did it for a while, because I like the idea of sacrifice during a season that's all about sacrifice, and because it's supposed to make you feel purposeful and connected to Jesus.  And then I think I realized that people end up giving up the things they know they shouldn't be doing anyway - like someone who gives up chocolate every year because they have a major sweet tooth and want to lose weight.  That always felt really false to me - I shouldn't be giving up stuff because I wanted to give it up anyway and now Lent is an excuse to kick start a new diet.  I should give something up to get the boon of the fasting experience.  To connect with God's sacrifice, that sort of thing.

I tried in more recent years to ADD something to my life - a devotional, more quiet time, reading the Bible daily.  I'm terrible at those things, so being purposeful about it was a sacrifice in some ways because I had to give up something else to fit them in and because it made me prioritize...

Whatever.  I'm supposed to be telling you stuff that's INTERESTING to you between diaper changes, right?

So I'm trying to do both this year, giving up the caffeine that gets me through the day and adding some time reading the Bible every evening.  I even made it easy on myself by signing up for 'read through the Bible in X number of days' emails from an online Bible website.  It will send verses for the day right to my iPad.  How easy and wonderful for me, RIGHT?

Here's the first verse I got.  No joke.

"Regulations About Defiling Skin Diseases
The Lord said to Moses and Aaron, “When anyone has a swelling or a rash or a shiny spot on their skin that may be a defiling skin disease, they must be brought to Aaron the priest or to one of his sons who is a priest.  The priest is to examine the sore on the skin, and if the hair in the sore has turned white and the sore appears to be more than skin deep, it is a defiling skin disease. When the priest examines that person, he shall pronounce them ceremonially unclean....."

And it goes on and on for 59 verses about skin disease, followed by those nasty defiling molds.  And then BLEEDING.  There's a reason people don't start reading the Bible in Leviticus, and yet... d'you think this is some sort of test of my resolve?  It certainly hit me right on my sense of humor, because I laughed and laughed as I read all about the horrible defiling... whatevers.

Work stuffs

I think I forgot to tell you that my old boss of the expressive eyebrows retired at the beginning of January.  I can't tell you how much we miss him, especially those eyebrows, plus the fact that he was one of those REALLY GOOD bosses that was always willing to be the filter between crazy management types and us.  And management types are plenty crazy.  So maybe I miss that as much as the eyebrows.

We have this lady in my office who is basically a rock star at our job.  Everyone knows her, she has all sorts of cred, she's crazy smart, and she's nice.  Plus she wears cute dresses every day and her hair looks good and you know you'd probably HATE her if she wasn't also a rock star and so nice.  She's filling in for old boss of the eyebrows for the time being (we're in a hiring freeze, y'know?), so she's got her old work plus boss work and she's just SWAMPED.

Of all the people in the office for her to throw work to, she's throwing it to me.  The newbie (although... can you believe I've had this job for 8 months?  Can you believe I've been out of teaching for 5 YEARS?!?!) in the office is doing rock star work.  I don't think anyone begrudges me the work, but it's sort of good news/bad news.  Good news is that she trusts me and likes me and maybe they'll hire me PERMANENTLY in this job if I can be a rock star too.  But the bad news is I AM NOT A ROCK STAR.  I cannot possibly fill in behind her, and I'm doing my work plus her work and AHHHHSOMUCHWORKALLTHETIME.

Guess that means I'm keeping busy, right?

In other news, I'm making presents for the baby modlets for Valentine's Day.  Not sure you'll be on to see yours, so I'll leave you a few here.  Not gifs, but STILL.

 

*kick starts this mother again*

I cannot believe I let this blog lapse for so long.  I mean, Touzer, in the time between last post and this post, you had a BABY.  That's big news.  Monumental news.

I don't have anything nearly as exciting to post about, AND still no pictures.  I should illustrate my life in paint for you, though.  That's true love.

Or gifs!  Is it still true love if I illustrate my life using other people's lives?  That seems pretty legit and way easier on the eyes than anything I could draw.

So what do you want to hear about, Touzer?  My job?  My... social life?  The zombie apocalypse?  Books I've read, people I hate, ice cream I've devoured?  My world is your oyster.