Monday, February 27, 2012

i must confess

Logan windchill makes me want to punch a baby.
I spend more time in the Education Building and Library than I do at home
I want to run away and never look back.
I'm tempted daily to max out my credit card and buy a new wardrobe.
30 cent jumbo smarties from the quick stop rock my world.
If my fridge doesn't make me go insane, the overflowing trash in the bathroom will.
Obviously I knew the earth rotates counter clockwise--I shoulda got the 5 points.
Lesson Plans are from satan.
I don't get the big deal with Beats by Dre.  EVERYONE can hear your music.  It's nice of you to share but you could've bought a boom box for much cheaper.
It pains me that my kids won't know what a boombox is.
I should be doing lesson plans
If Nathan dies on One Tree Hill- I'ma be ticked

I need Tim Riggins to snuggle with me.

Source: via Amy on Pinterest

I wrote a rough draft for this post like three weeks ago.
The pinterest people read my mind when they added the new feature
I miss My Home.
Only 5 days until the weekend!!!

Thursday, February 23, 2012

it happened

You know those moments when things just start making sense.  The moments when the stars align and the clouds open up and you just know something and it just feels so. darn. good.

That happened to me.

Let me explain....
My education is a struggle for  me.  There are so many hoops I have to jump through and I. HATE. IT.  I feel like when I came to college, I knew what I wanted to do.  I wanted to teach.  I wanted to make a difference in the lives of children.  I wanted to be INFLUENTIAL.  
As I started into my classes, all was well.  I couldn't wait to get to the point I'm at now where the classes actually mean something and my time spent here would actually have a purpose.
But, as I started my classes this semester, that wasn't happening.  They weren't teaching me how to make a difference.  They are teaching me how to be a cookie-cutter teacher.  They teach me about tests, and lesson plans, and mumbo jumbo.

After about three weeks of the three hour long classes where they teach me not to lecture by lecturing me, I was ready to throw in the towel.  I spent many hours in tears because everything I had wanted wasn't what I wanted after all.

But, I'm so close to being done and so I decided to stick it out and then figure out my new path after I graduated.

But then, it happened.  I was sitting there at 1 am doing my pointless homework, and all of the sudden I was like...
"I want to be a teacher. In fact I am dying to be a teacher. As in I'm going to be a {damn} good teacher."

And there you have it.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Humble Abode

Guys, Pinterest sucks. And rocks. At the same time....strange.
Lately, I've been very homesick.  For a home I don't even have.
I want a home.
I want to have a space that's all mine and looks the way I want it to look.
So what does one do when they can't have what they want.
They create a board for it on Pinterest.

So for your entertainment pleasure, here's a tour of my {Pinterest} home.

1st stop, my piano room. Somehow I want to incorporate this picture as well as this piano...

Now the dining room.

Source: via Amy on Pinterest

I love everything about this room.  I feel like I would want the placemats and a table runner made out of this fabric.

Source: via Amy on Pinterest

I want this kitchen....minus the TV.

The bathroom...with mustard towels.

Source: via Amy on Pinterest

The living room....the burgundy color would be the couch. The darker blue on a single wall, and a grey rug.

My son's room.

Daughter's room.


Guest room:

Source: via Amy on Pinterest

My bedroom:

Source: via Amy on Pinterest

There ya go! I want it. So bad.

Life's Tough...Get a Helmet

Sometimes life gets difficult.
Sometimes I feel like there's no way out.
Sometimes I feel so out of control.
Sometimes I feel like I'll never be in control again.
Sometimes I want to quit.
Sometimes on Valentines Day, I see the boys with flowers and wish they were coming my way.
Sometimes I forget what really matters.
Sometimes I hate my blog.

But then....

Sometimes I'm reminded that the things that matter most in my life are still intact
Sometimes I don't need a way out because I'm doing just fine
Sometimes I am in control of the important things
Sometimes on Valentines Day my three amazing valentines deliver much more than flowers.
Sometimes I reinvent my blog. 
Sometimes I run away from the unimportant things and spent time with those I love most. 

Sometimes I get sad and discouraged...

But then I stop.

And be happy instead...because let's be real. That's the way to go.  
That's where we are now.

Thursday, February 02, 2012

sk8er boi

When I was younger, I thought that was so saweet how Avril spelled sk8er boi.  I loved it. I still do.

Remember when I wrote this post   Well, here's anotha for ya! And I'm linkin it up!

Dear hottie mc hot hot,
crap, I'm wayy more in to you than you are in to me
With love,
I'm not a creeper I promise

Dear friends,
Much love,

Dear brotha,
stop growing up please.
your sista who wants you to be 7 again.

Dear Zac Efron,
Are you a d-bag in real life? I kinda feel like you probably are which is too bad.
I love you.

Dear missionary,
I still suck at writing you letters, but you will be home very soon.  Then we can talk in person mmkay.

Dear man-bag,
I really think we are perfect for each other.  Remember when we hung out those few times.  MFEO  I tell ya.

Dear Library worker,
I think you are mean. sorry bout it.
Sincerely, not impressed with you're manly-ness.