Well today as I sat here TRYING to plan map lessons I was told by a certain someone to update my blog so that is what I am going to do!! hehe the funny part is that I don't plan so really I just wanted a distraction so here I am. Well things have been going amazing. I honestly can't say I have a complaint. There are a few things that I am starting to wonder about but I think that comes with teaching. The first lesson that I am learning as a teacher is that there are other teachers that are not passionate abou their jobs. They leave ten min after the bell rings and they don't plan for their children. They don't take each individual child and look at their life and learning style and adapt their lessons. They just walk in and do what they need to do to get through the day and then leave. Its hard because I am the type of person that puts all of herself into something I do.
Well married life is amazing. I started this new bc which I am so excited about because I have had ZERO side effect which is great since I was so scared to go back on hormones. Also I can't wait till March 7th!!!! Hehehe beware before you ask why march 7th!! I warned you!!!
Our house hopefully will be started this next week. There is a big pile of dirt there so hopefully they are in the process of doing osmething. I can't wait to actually drive up and see a wooden frame or something there that we can call ours. The appartment people told us our rent for the two extra month we would have to stay will be around 850 which is OUTRAGUS so matt is going to talk to them or we are going to find one of those rent a week things that you pay 100 a week or something to say in or something cause 850 would KILL us.
Well Matt is letting me plan our one year annv. which is coming up soon so I am soo excited. I want to go to a bed and breakfast in Charelston SC, so if anyone knows of a good one let me know. I can't wait because I want a vacation so bad and I want a weekend to ourselves.
WE found a a church that we really like. It truely makes your weeks alot better when you know you have a relationshhip with God and he is on your side. I honestly know now why my life was hell before and that is because I didn't know God. He wasn't in my life and so without him I was in a living hell. I truely was lost, but now I know what it feels like to have God in my life. Its wierd because I sitll have so many questions and I am still so new at this but I see changes in my life everyday and the days that I don't pray or read my bible those are the days that are bad and I feel like BLAH.
Wow its has been awhile. Well time is fliing.My bestest Lisa is getting married in a month on MArch 8th!!! That is so wierd because I remember talking with her in block about how she just got engaged and how they didn't know what their plans for the wedding were and now they are finally there. I love just sitting back and watching life because its amazing how many things you miss when you don't take a second and sit back to watch.
MAtt and I have been talking about kids alot lately. He said that once we get the house we can start a year from October because that will plan it just right so I can have the summer off to be with the baby but start school in August. I want children so bad but I also want to be with Matt, but I have always thought about being pregnant around 22 23 so this is something I really want. I know matt does to but he thinks about it from the money stand point. :) We will see!!
Other than that life seems great!! Like I said before not much is happening and we are just haning in there. We hate the appartment because we are so cramped and we just want more space. We also want a yard or something to occupy us on the weekends because we are going out of our minds.
ANother thing I have been thinking about is our spring break is the last week in March which means I will have a week to myself and I was thinking about going to Charlotte for a few days of girl time. I want to spend time with Jodi, Lisa, Court, Laura, my mom , and my step mom. I want some time to me and to have those girl moments that I need so dearly. So I have to find a way to earn a few extra bucks because the gas will be outragous and I know Matt will say we can't afford to come home so I don't know what I am going to do because I REALLY want to go to CHarlotte and spend sometime with my ladies since its been FOREVER!!! Well with that said I am going to go finish planning a little more or at least start to plan!! :)
Monday, February 27, 2006
Saturday, February 11, 2006
this will make you cry and smile!!
I thought this was really sweet!!
When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it. Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time. My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day wh! ile my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. "Information, please" I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear. "Information." "I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience. "Isn't your mother home?" came the question. "Nobody's home but me," I blubbered. "Are you bleeding?" the voice asked. "No," I replied. "I hit my finger with! the hammer and it hurts." "Can you open the icebox?" she asked. I said I could. "Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice. After that, I called "Information Please" for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts. Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?" She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Wayne always remember that there are ! other worlds to sing in." Somehow I felt better. Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please." "Information," said in the now familiar voice. "How do I spell fix?" I asked. All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much. "Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy. A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about a half-h! our or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown Operator and said, "Information Please." Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well. "Information." I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?" There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now." I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?" "I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your call meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls." I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister. "Please do", she said. "Just ask for Sally." Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered, "Information." I asked for Sally. "Are you a friend?" she said. "Yes, a very old friend," I answered. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this," she said. "Sally had been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago." Before I could hang up she said, "Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne?" "Yes." I answered. "Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you." The note said, "Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean." I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant. Never underestimate the impression you may make on others
When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it. Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time. My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day wh! ile my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. "Information, please" I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear. "Information." "I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience. "Isn't your mother home?" came the question. "Nobody's home but me," I blubbered. "Are you bleeding?" the voice asked. "No," I replied. "I hit my finger with! the hammer and it hurts." "Can you open the icebox?" she asked. I said I could. "Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice. After that, I called "Information Please" for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts. Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?" She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Wayne always remember that there are ! other worlds to sing in." Somehow I felt better. Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please." "Information," said in the now familiar voice. "How do I spell fix?" I asked. All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much. "Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy. A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about a half-h! our or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown Operator and said, "Information Please." Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well. "Information." I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?" There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now." I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?" "I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your call meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls." I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister. "Please do", she said. "Just ask for Sally." Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered, "Information." I asked for Sally. "Are you a friend?" she said. "Yes, a very old friend," I answered. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this," she said. "Sally had been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago." Before I could hang up she said, "Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne?" "Yes." I answered. "Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you." The note said, "Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean." I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant. Never underestimate the impression you may make on others
Friday, February 03, 2006
should I or should I not...
Well I went to that interveiw today and I have mixed feelings. THe boss told me she was anal and that she wants things her way or the highway. I am a sales person so that means I have to see you the tanning beds. I work on commission so I don't know. I am not sure if I want the job. I mean she said mon, thurs, and friday I would work. Then every other weekend. RIght now I have this bible study that takes up my thursdays and I have two classes on tues and weds. I really want the extra cash but I don't know if I want it this bad.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Update!!
Well today I am feeling good. This week has been kinda wierd. My period ALWAYS messess with my head. I mean I am horrible on my period. School is going great. I love my job. I feel bad because all the other teachers have so much to do and I don't since I don't have classroom of my own. I can't wait to get my own room. I really want to stay in the third grade but I thought it would be nice to swing up with the third graders to fourth grades or even go into fifth grade!!
Tonight I am starting a new bible study that also focuses on healthful eating. I hope they like me. Is that so wierd that I want them to like me. I feel like a highschool kid but it does worry me. Ohwell....
Today I got a call back for a job at a tanning salon. I hope I get it because it seems like a job that wont take alot of thought and maybe I can tan for free!!! I really want this job because I want to have extra cash when I want to reward the students or go out to eat. I have free time after school so it will work out.
Well I have lost an inch and a half on my waist. I am worried now that I will have to alter the dress anyway because I lost the inch. The thing is I would rather alter the dress and keep losing the weight. I actually haven't lost any weight. I shouldn't say that I have lost one pound but the inches I have lost. Hopefully the weight will come off later but I don't know. I really like working out but there are some days I dont want to work out but I make myself and I feel great!!
Tonight I am starting a new bible study that also focuses on healthful eating. I hope they like me. Is that so wierd that I want them to like me. I feel like a highschool kid but it does worry me. Ohwell....
Today I got a call back for a job at a tanning salon. I hope I get it because it seems like a job that wont take alot of thought and maybe I can tan for free!!! I really want this job because I want to have extra cash when I want to reward the students or go out to eat. I have free time after school so it will work out.
Well I have lost an inch and a half on my waist. I am worried now that I will have to alter the dress anyway because I lost the inch. The thing is I would rather alter the dress and keep losing the weight. I actually haven't lost any weight. I shouldn't say that I have lost one pound but the inches I have lost. Hopefully the weight will come off later but I don't know. I really like working out but there are some days I dont want to work out but I make myself and I feel great!!
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