Shoesday

Today was the day of the valiant quest for birthday presents and yellow shoes. The birthday presents will not be further mentioned, as the persons recieving them read this blog, even though they both already know what they're getting.

The yellow shoes were found and duly bought, plus some red ones which were dead cheap and well cute. Yay shoes! (The photo of the yellow shoes is a pretty spot-on representation, but the red ones are darker and shinier than they look here. Also if you look closely you will see that I have big feet.)

Tomorrow is getting-on-a-train-and-then-a-plane-and-then-another-plane day. Which should be fun, and means I now have to go pack.

Tops Again

Like pretty much anyone, I go through cycles of confidence. After my third lead-in day at prac, I was sure I was going to be the crappiest teacher in the world. I was no good with kids, I can't teach, etc, etc.
Today is the opposite. Had to do a Sunday School thing on the fly, and survived (with Joel's help) - I'm going to be an excellent teacher, hooray. But that could just be the adrenaline speaking.

Our student pastor did a children's talk with shoes this morning, that I immediately wanted to steal. I'd love to do it as a team talk with my sister, actually. Between us we could come up with a reasonably entertaining variety of shoes...