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Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Our baby is growing.

Shockingly....our house has grown in the last two days....drastically if you ask me! We have a third floor, and windows now! hip, hip, hooray!Declan and Brent snuck in to see it all. Shhhhh....don't tell.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Baby Jayden.

If I can love this boy....my nephew.... thissssss much.....it is scary how much I will love my own children. Scary. In a good way.

Love you Jay Jay!

Our home.

Soon, sooner then we can even imagine we are going to be home-owners. So what if we're starting "small" and getting a townhome first, it's going to be our first home together. We are more then excited for this entire journey...from the painting, the decorating, the getting-things-together, the (dreadful) cleaning...did I say that? Bottom line. We're ecstatic.

We have gotten the privilege of watching our house start from nothing. Each day we go by, it is growing! Declan and I have joked from the beginning that it was basically the process of having a baby. It started back in October/November when we started this whole ordeal, and will be complete in July. We are enjoying watching our baby grow. Declan jokes; "good thing you didn't have to give birth to that"....thanks sweetie.

So, here are some pictures to show our little townhome in the making. Hopefully in a week, it will have the third level, and then in a few weeks, the outside will be done....and then into the house they go to do all the drywall and finishing. Soooo exciting!!

You can see our bay window on the side, that will be coming off the kitchen.

Here is our entire little strip. We are right there on the end.

:-)





Memorial Day Weekend.

The love of my life.
70+ degrees.
A stress-free, no headache weekend.
Cute as a button bed & breakfast.
The beach.
Bike riding.
The sun, the oh-so-hot sun. ::ouch sunburn::
Awesome.


Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Brutally Honest.

My students are brutally honest. Sometimes, too honest. But, is there ever TOO much honesty? As you read from my last post, I have been dealing with headaches lately. So, I am doing little tests to find out the reason, and one of them is to wear my glasses an entire day and see if it's an eye-strain thing. Since I hadn't worn my glasses all year, the students were in utter SHOCK to see them on me. Granted, they are 2nd graders, and when I get a new pair of shoes, they notice. So, today, one girl raises her hand and says, "I think you look nice without glasses". I sort of do an inside chuckle, NOT because she's the girl I'd expect to say this to me, but because, dang it, they are brutally HONEST. So, I jokingly say..."So are you saying I look bad with glasses?" They were all sort of giggly, but a few students shot up their hands and all were basically saying, "You look pretty both ways". They're just SO honest. When I got highlights, one third grader said, "Can you dye your hair back the way it was? I hate it this way." Wow. Just WOW. I couldn't even really SPEAK. When I finally did, I think I said something along the lines of...."There are just some things you shouldn't say, because it may hurt people's feelings". Another time, a second grader (yet again) felt the need to point out that I was wearing the same black pants I had worn before. Ummm, here I am, feeling made fun of by an 8 year old. Cool. The best part is that internally, you get a bit defensive. "Umm, girl-listen up. I have more then one pair of BLACK pants, and to add to that, I only see you ONE time a week, so have a span of 7 days between my pant re-wearing, MIGHT be okay, mmmk? Thanks". I kept it all inside.

I am glad I am able to let these little things roll off my shoulder and not really take them personally, but sometimes I feel like I am being looked at under a microscope by 6-11 year old critics! Holy cow, I did NOT sign up for this kind of brutality. They certainly did not teach me this is college, nor was there any class: How to Deal with Student Honesty. Umm, nope, don't think so. However, I am realizing that when you feel so comfortable with someone, you should be able to say what you really feel. Yes, my students can be a bit harsh, but they know I love them and won't be "mad". I think that they feel that comfortable with me to be able to tell me how they really feel. Sometimes we hide things from people because we are pent up with fear. There is something about the innocence of a child, and their naivety that is so pure and genuine. No, I am not saying to go out and insult a bunch of people today, but I ask...is there such thing as being too honest? Brutally Honest?

Oh the joys ::cough:: of teaching elementary.

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Head.....YOU ACHE!

Here I sit, hurting, hurting, hurting. Pain is seriously shooting down from behind my right eye down to the base of my neck. Behind my eye it feels like I'm a wod of paper that had feelings being tightened and squeezed, and tightened and squeezed. IT KILLS. I am so frustrated with this headache situation I'm having, because it is CRAMPING my way of life, majorly. Every morning is a battle to get out of bed, although the headache has already started before I open my eyes. The only hope of getting up is knowing that I can get another Ibuprofen to take the edge off. This has been a two month ordeal, these headaches....but most prevalent the last two weeks. I cannot quite put my finger on what is going on, but I have my guesses. I am going to the doctor next week, and then hoping I'll get a brain scan just to rule out all the worst possibilities. There are a few issues in my family that I need to take seriously, which is why I do need to get checked out. I am, though, assuming that this is all stress related. I didn't think I was stressed, to be honest. But in talking to other friends and co-workers who had headaches like this--it always came down to stress. One of them said, "But I am not even stressed!!". The doctor said it didn't matter whether you thought you were or not, it's what your body is telling you, and maybe you are coming down from a stressful situation and your brain and body cannot work together in that. Who knows. I do know a few reasons why I could be stressed right now. I believe I may be taking on the burdens of others. I do not tend to be a burden-bearer, but for those I love dearly, maybe I am? So right now, my brain is thumping to the beat, of "We will, we will, Rock you..."....and I'm thinking (but not too hard for fear it may hurt), "Sooner or later this medicine will kick your butt...at least for two hours."

Ugh. Go AWAY headaches.

Saturday, May 3, 2008

The closet nightmare.

I never used to have this problem, but over the past year or so...I'd say, I've got it bad. I may even venture to say, that it's incurable. I officially have lost my mind, and my wardrobe. Where have all my cute clothes gone? It's like one day they just pick up and leave..."bye bye...we no longer look cute on YOU..." is basically what I hear every time I enter my closet these days. I have certain hopes and expectations of what my outfit may or may not look like that day. Some days I don't really care, like, work days. Most of the time, I don't exactly care too much, as long as it fits the criteria of 'what is acceptable' for work, and as long as I could remove some paint stains if need be. But, some other days, I just really care. Why you may ask? I have no frickin' clue! So, tonight, I just really wanted to find something cute to wear, something that didn't make me feel fat (whether I look it really is not the issue...more how I "feel", yes, I'm like every girl, well, most...), something that went with my new hair color (did I mention I got fantastic blonde highlights today?), and something I'd be comfortable in. Comfort never used to matter to me...but definitely now, it matters. Why? No idea.

So, I literally go back and forth to my closet maybe 2.6 million times, or so. However, the closet remained the same: Useless. Declan, always is bothered by this nonsense of trying on a million outfits to find the perfect one. He's not bothered because of my dissatisfaction with how I look, but more so because I pass in front of the tv and his ever-so-important Wii game of choice. For some reason every time I went into my closet, I sort through the clothes I have hanging there, and HOPE to God that SOMETHING...ANYTHING...will jump out at me and shout..."YOO HOO...Yes, You...THIS would make you look hot tonight. I am everything you are looking for, I bring comfort, and class, and even make you look thin!"....and me? I'd be like, HECK YES. But, more often then not, I end up with a bedroom piled in clothing that I am unsatisfied with, that makes me feel fat, and a stolen shirt on from my sisters closet. That is tonight.

Sigh.

The new hair color, and the stolen shirt.