In through the nose, out... um... through the snow

Ok, ok - so it's not exactly how the phrase is supposed to finish however, there is nothing like 7 inches of fresh white stuff to make the world *almost* seem right again.  

I say *almost* because after spending the day at home, curled up in bed with a hot water bottle, some articles I needed to read for a "music therapy for traumatized youth" paper I'm writing, my blanket, and occasional "Reba" breaks... I was rewarded with being allowed to watch Lil 'Spuds basketball game.  

It was a must-win game (just like their game on Wednesday!), against a team they lost to earlier in the season by a mere 9 points.  I like to say that the Spirits lost because the coach benched Lil Spud, and after watching her play tonight - I just might be right.  (Sisterly pride kicking in rrrrright.... here!)  In the first 10 minute quarter, my lil buddy managed to score 7 of the 11 team points, and assisted on the 4 points that she didn't score.  Swished a total of 4-3 pointers, lead the team in defense, and they managed to win by 30 points!!  

And now, I get to bug her because she took an elbow in the face, early in the game, and before bed tonight - had QUITE the shiner forming.  She is truly a stunning athlete, playing senior level ball in grade 11. Makes being her big sister worth it ;)

Upon arriving home, managed to finish off tomorrow's assignment, the annotated bibliography for church history, a paper outline AND, glance at this week's math assignment.  This only leaves a major paper due Thursday, with a possible medical extension - depending how the week pans out.  And, as if that wasn't enough - I think I know what I am going to submit/analyze for a creative project: "Walking the Scorching Grains; 40 Days in the Desert"!  A scrapbook journey through the desert!  I will need to seek permission to hand the project in a few days after the proposed due date, but I really think it would be awesome (not to mention, personally required at this point).  

I also, as the cherry on the top, received an email from WonderChemist with an updated "rest of our lives" plan.  He is studying (alongside an honors chemistry degree) to get his pilot's license.  Soooo... his new plan involves moving to South America and becoming missionaries - both of us.  He figures with his flying ability, he can fly aid into remote areas of the country, while I can speak words of peace (in Spanish) to those in need and teach (also in Spanish, if needed).  He concluded by saying that he was really kind of "dreaming", but what he doesn't realize is that I might just hold him to this dream.  Really and truly!!! :D

But, the next greatest thing to watching Lil Spud play?  The fact that God blessed a great friend with one hell of a memory.  It took said friend only two questions before I realized what this festering wound really is all about; granted, I still have a lot to think about and work to understand, but in the short conversation we typed, some level of peace was restored in my heart. Said friend, confirmed quickly, that I am not crazy, off my rocker, or expecting the impossible from people - and kindly (probably without knowing it), reminded me that the stubborn in life often don't get very far.  

Tomorrow's plate includes a humble serving of returning phone calls, a veggie size portion of math (only because it's supposedly good for you), a hearty helping of "music therapy for traumatized youth" and a big ol' cup of Earl Grey to soothe the soul.  What's on your plate?