I have a blog!  A little xanga blog, which I have obviously forgotten about entirely.  Here, however, is my annual entry into xanga-world.

In an hour and a half, our church homegroup is coming over.  This will be especially nice because Christine is bringing smoothies from Robek's for us.  Christine's a very nice lady.

The LAFSC kids left almost a whole month ago.  It's been quiet since they've gone.  And I was ready for some quiet.  I don't mean to sound whiny, but there were 56 of them and only one of me.  Those odds were downright daunting.

Facebook is a weird thing.  You get on it, and then you make several hundred friends on it.  And you feel all connected and stuff.  You take a few quizzes, just to let people know that your true age is 21 and that you're right-brained.  But real connection is, perhaps, not achieved on Facebook.  Do not misunderstand, I do not fail to realize the irony of blogging about Facebook.

Patrick is finishing up a distance-learning class at Fuller (well, not really AT Fuller, because that wouldn't be distance learning, but you know what I mean).  He realized about two weeks ago that the workload is double what he originally thought, and so has been working on it all day every day.  His deadline is June 12, but he has to turn everything in on June 11, because on the twelfth, our little baby boy is having surgery to remove a cyst that's growing above his right eye.  This makes me nervous.  Stupid cyst.

I'm reading a book that's about marriage as a sacrament.  It's very interesting.

I'm also reading Dr. Dennis Kinlaw's This Day with the Master, the only daily devotional that I've found that holds a candle to My Utmost for His Highest. I recommend both highly.

I think I'll give up wearing makeup for Lent.  Or not Lent, just now.  And I'm not really giving it up for deeply spiritual reasons, I just find putting it on very boring.  I think some people must enjoy the act of putting on makeup, but I am not one of those people.  I do find washing dishes strangely soothing, though.  However, nothing in the kitchen is soothing at the moment, because any time I walk in there, Ciaran crawls in after me and starts gnawing the paint off of the cupboard doors.  This mainly distresses me because I'm thinking that a few dozen layers down there's definitely some lead paint, and he's a champion gnawer.

Speaking of: how do you teach an 11-month-old to stop biting people's fingers and toes and chins and things?  When I tell him to stop, he just assumes a devilish grin as if I'm joking.

Gone on vacation, kids. Back in June! Have a lovely couple of weeks.

P.S. Just to update the last entry, I believe that California, for the moment, has stopped burning.

Last week was:

1 "How to clean your apartment before you leave LA" meeting
2 Individuals who skipped said meeting and now owe me $50
1 final banquet
1 film premiere
5 short films screened at said premiere
4-ish tough conversations about integrity and the lack thereof
3.5 days of checking people out of their apartments
5 extra-large cups of coffee spread out over those 3.5 days in order to keep functioning
44 individual check-outs
10 hours of sleep on Saturday night (I crashed pretty hard after checkout)

GRAND COMPLETELY ARBITRARY TOTAL OF LAST WEEK: 76.5

I have no idea what that number means, but there you have it, folks. Last week was 76.5.....76.5 units of...something.

This week is:

1 staff meeting
2 chiropractor appointments
9 apartments to clean out
9 flat-screen televisions to disassemble and store
18 boxes of apartment inventory to pack up and store
212 keys to turn in to the leasing office
3 meals a day (I'm being optimistic)
0 cups of coffee (I'm cutting back the caffeine, and just drinking tea this week)

I'm not going to total that up, because frankly, I have no real idea what these numbers mean...aside from the fact that they mean another busy week. But the end is nigh, people. Very nigh.