30 Days of Gratitude: Day 14

Today, I am grateful for focus.

I was so focused today that I managed to pretty much finish an assignment due Monday – yay! I’m so grateful that I was able to sit down and just do the assignment despite the multitude of distractions around me.

This means I can spend most of tonight re-watching Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and pigging out on ice cream…oh, and doing laundry.

Today, I am grateful for focus.


30 Days of Gratitude: Day 8

Today, I am grateful for quality time.

Life has been fairly hectic recently.

I try to keep Sundays as free as possible, but because I have an assignment due tomorrow, I was pretty certain that I’d have to rush home after church today to finish it. Despite the stress weighing on my mind, I still managed to catch up with a friend over lunch, go shopping with Mum, and hang out with Dad for a bit before sitting down to do the assignment. I really enjoyed the time spent with these 3 people. Oh, and I finished my assignment too. It was a good day.

Today, I am grateful for quality time.

Things I’ve heard kids say – Part 2

I realised I had a poop-load more after writing the first post, so I just had to do a part 2.

1. “My favourite country is Greece because I like the movie Grease.”
Now, I didn’t actually hear this one from the girl who said it, but it has got to be one of my favourite quotes from a child ever.

2. Me: “Do you reckon you’d need to be good with animals to be a vet?”
Girl: “I’m good with animals because I have a fish and I only feed it sometimes.”
Should I be concerned?

3. Girl: When I grow up I want to be a servant.
Me: A…servant?
Girl: Yeah, like a servant at a restaurant.
Me: You mean a waitress?
Girl: Yeah, a waitress.

4. *A continuation from the conversation in #3*
Me: So, do you think you’d need to go to university to be a waitress?
Girl: Yes, coz it’s really hard work.

5. I’d just taught a lesson at Sunday School about how Jesus turned water into wine and I demonstrated this by adding purple jelly crystals to water. I was reviewing the lesson when this happened.
Me: So, Jesus turned…
Boy: Purple?!

6. While babysitting…
Girl: Get your bag, we’re going to Australia.
Me: Okay. What are we gonna do there?
Girl: Just work and stuff.
Me: Are we gonna do anything fun?
Girl: Yeah, work and stuff!

7. Me: Alright kids, it’s time to do some worship. What song would you like to sing today?
Boy: Frozen!!
Not sure if that constitutes as worship…

8. A little boy at church: You’re tall like my daddy.
Pretty sure I’m half his dad’s size.

9. I overheard this conversation on the bus one day.
Boy 1: Who’s higher up – a professor or some who has a PhD?
Boy 2: I think it’s the professor, coz he has elbow pads.

10. Me: And what do you think is in the special place that Jesus is preparing for us?
Boy: Legoland?


Okay, I’m lying. This isn’t actually my first blog post. I have a total of 3 failed attempts at blogs. This is my 4th attempt, and I hope it’s my last.

I don’t know why I stopped blogging the first 3 times. Maybe I got bored with my own life and just gave up. This time, I’m gonna push through the boredom, mainly because I always find myself having what I think are profound revelations and then not knowing where to write them down to remember for later. Of course, I end up forgetting the profound revelations.

I’ve never been brave enough to share my blog with anyone. Sometimes, I share posts with the odd person. Maybe I’ll share this publicly when there are more posts. Maybe I won’t. Who knows? I like to leave my thoughts/ramblings out there in the interwebs. It’s nice to have them out of my head…

…which brings me to the description of this blog. Put simply, this is my online diary. This is a space for me to share things that are going on in my life, to get things off my chest in a mostly grammatically-correct manner. Yes, I’m a stickler for good grammar. Good grammar is sexy. Of course, no one is perfect and I will, no doubt, make several errors here and there. That’s why this blog is called Ramblings in Not-so-bad Grammar. 

Anyway, here I am, sitting in a dinosaur onesie, thinking about how to end this post. Everything I think of is too cliche blogger-ish. Maybe I’ll just awkwardly end it here…