family weekend.

Bjørn's parents came up this weekend to celebrate Grandma Bulthuis' 85th birthday. The weather was nice enough to go outside for awhile.
Bjørn and I looked dazed and confused in this shot cuz we aren't accustomed to the brightness of a clear day.

TREES

P.A.C.E. (after school classes) start again today and the unit is trees. I hope some of them bloom in the next 4 weeks!

25,000 words

a day. apparently that's how much we talk. 

That kinda makes me tired, and overwhelmed. How many of those words are spent building people up? And even more, how many of those words are spent bringing people down?

And I can't get this song out of my  head right now. 

this one's for marti

My dear Aunt Marti is one those blog readers, who is very good about checking peoples' blogs and getting on family members (Peter will understand) when they drop the ball on updates. We're sorry. And yet, today for the first time, I asked myself, why doesn't Marti have a blog? (Sorry I had to tease just a little Marti!) She of course is right though, in bugging me.

Anyway, I haven't updated my blog for awhile, mostly because, aside from a quick weekend trip Bjørn and I took, my life has been depressing. Some of you might think that's a figure of speech, but I'm serious. I think I have SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder). I looked it up on wikipedia, and self-diagnosed. I mean honestly, what is going on with this weather?! When it started snowing a blizzard here in Lynden this Friday, I decided to just give up and ship myself FedEx express to Florida. Now some reading this may think, "Jenny, aren't you being a tad bit over-dramatic and exaggerative?" To which I would respond, "Have I ever been known to exaggerate in my whole ENTIRE life?!"   ;)

In other news, as of yesterday, I am back on the job market. I had to ask my boss some tough questions about next school year, to which she replied like a champ, "I have no idea!" due to major budget cuts, and recommended I start looking up some other jobs. I truly appreciate having a boss that will straight-shoot me. Having found an awesome opportunity working with the county to plan low-income housing in Whatcom, I stayed up til 12:30am last night and worked until 4:30pm today to send in my application (15 pg. process). 

And now I am exhausted. And have no idea what to make for dinner. Maybe I'll tell Bjørn we're not having dinner? :)