As of late.

1. In December, I started working on a very part time basis. The law firm I worked for before I gave birth to Clarkimus Maximus hired me to work on a top secret confidential high security rogue government project and the inner weaving of United States might unravel without my intelligence. Actually I'm just scanning and making copies of old real estate files and saving them on an external hard drive. I'm pretty sure Clark could do that. But they are letting me come in whenever I can with no set hours or schedule, and seriously, its a huge blessing. Not that I'm making millions, or thousands, or even hundreds of dollars, but every little bit helps during this time in our lives and if we can save our pennies and dimes, I think we're going to make it out alive.

2. We (correction: I) have spent the majority of the month of January filling out and completing the necessary paperwork for Aaron to apply to sit for the Mississippi Bar Exam. The application involves everything from noting every speeding ticket he ever got in his life to documenting whether he wears boxers or briefs. Wouldn't you like to know? This flippin' application is no joke and I am confident that Aaron would have chosen another life path if he was forced to fill out the application on his own. He tends to curse and throw things when he has to fill out paperwork of any shape or size and I put my party pants on when the opportunity presents itself. There is nothing more fulfilling than filling out name, address, date of birth, social security number, drivers license, phone number, marital status, etc. I would be happy to do anybody's paperwork free of charge, especially if you give me a really good pen. I simply go wild with a good writing pen. Anyway, the application was a beast, and I am happy to say it is sent in and we are in the clear. He is scheduled to take the bar at the end of July and hopefully he will pass and we can live happily ever after. The end. And he wears boxers just in case you had to know. Blue boxers.

3. I volunteered to teach an ELL (English Language Learners) class at our church for an entire semester. Honestly, I think I'm in way over my head. I can't even teach Aaron how to not leave his toenail clippers on my pillowcase or teach Clark that eating the volcanic ash rocks in the fireplace are probably not good for the health. But for two hours on Friday mornings I will cluelessly stand up in front of men and women from around the globe and teach them how to speak English. The only reason I am not completely freaking out over this is because I know I was put in this position for a very specific reason, and even though I'm sure He could have found somebody much more knowledgeable in this area, I'm trusting that God is using me in His kingdom. I would like to ask for your prayers, please, because when they told me I needed to teach them things like vocabulary words and pronouns, I almost cried because I don't know what a pronoun is. Prayers would be nice. Oh and a brief explanation of a pronoun would be nice also.

4. As I type this, Aaron is cleaning up his fingernail clippings that were laying on the bed. Maybe there is hope.

Have a great week.