As I await this month's date night to begin, I am anxious, bored, and in quite a good mood. I have spent a lot of time on Facebook and Pinterest today, and I have run out of lazy things to entertain me. Being as this is more work than updating my status and stalking people's interests, and less work than writing a novel, here I am.
And here is a short list of random things I have on my mind right now:
-My husband is listening to the blues, and I like it.
-I am wearing a mini-skirt with nowhere special to go. No, this is not something I wear in public. It's a leftover from high school and I pulled it out tonight for entertainment purposes only. Hey, if the mini-skirt fits...
-Date night starts in 12 minutes!
-We have $20 worth of retro candy and fine chocolates waiting to be delved into on the counter.
-My hair has gotten SUPER long! It's pretty much past time for a hair cut, and I still don't want to go get a trim.
-My female half of the E.L.'s just called me =) I can't wait to see them both tomorrow!
-I have to try not to spend any money while at the Mall of America tomorrow =S
-That little face looks more like it has a mustache than being frazzled.
-I need to redo my nails, which is unfortunate, because I really like the gray nails with yellow tips that I'm rocking right now.
-I have to get up early every weekday this summer to help teach summer school. That's okay, though, because I'll be getting paid!!
-Someday, I should take some pictures of things and upload them for my posts.
-Someday, when I have pictures on my posts, I should put a few of them on Pinterest. Because I have good ideas that should be shared. At least sometimes. Right?
Okay, I am now exhausting myself with peppiness. No worries, though, soon I will have enough sugar in my system to put me in a diabetic coma. Gee I sure hope I don't end up with cavities and diabetes after tonight!
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Our Story: Saying the 'L' Word
Another class has grown and left the grade school system, and takes me back to my time in high school. This year is the first year that the graduates weren't even in high school when I graduated! I wonder how the first year of graduates who weren't even in school when I was will feel.
Graduating class of 2012, you don't even know. There is so much more to life than high school. Some of you may be frightened to leave your classmates and homes behind, some of you may be staying at home for another year or so and wondering what it will be like without seeing those classmates every day, and some of you are totally pumped to be done with all of this and finally "on your own".
I can tell you, though, that you don't even know. Heck, I still don't know where life is taking me, but I can tell you that I didn't expect to have anything that I have now when I graduated high school. Enjoy the ride, kids. Don't fear change, and don't hold on to your plans so tightly that you miss out on the bigger better ones waiting for you when you let go. Keep setting goals, re-evaluating plans, and working hard. It's not over. No, to be cliche, it's just beginning.
Something new is always beginning.
When I graduated, I had plans to go to an art school in Minneapolis for photography. Well, that plan was an expensive one, and the school was so new that they could not offer much financial aid. At the end of the summer, I had to change plans and ended up going to the community college, but it was probably one of the best things that could have happened to me at the time. I just didn't know at the time what plans could possibly be better than mine.
A week or so after graduating from high school, when plans for art school were still in place, I also had plans for my relationship with Garth. The plan was that we would continue to date and enjoy each others' company for the summer, then part ways when I left for school. I thought this was a particularly good plan because he would still be in high school the next year anyway.
His plans were different. Now I think of them as maybe more in-tune with God's.
As I was leaving one clear night in June, I hugged Garth good-bye, and realized that his hugs were something I liked too much to leave at the end of the summer. I decided that it would be best to end it all sooner than later, and through tears, I told him what I was feeling. I told him that we'd only end up hurt and that I didn't want to go through it at the end of the summer. I wanted to lead him to agree with me and end things himself, mutually, and when I was through I was met with complete silence.
He kept me in his grasp and would not let me go, as I stood by the door calming myself. The silence began to get to me so I said, "Say something. Please, anything."
Then he squeezed tighter and whispered, "I love you, too." He told me how he would come visit me at college and we would just see how things turned out.
I returned his tight squeeze and quietly asked him to repeat that first thing he said, and he responded, "I love you, too."
It was scary. It was exciting. And with my stomach in knots I told him I did love him.
Because I did. And I still do.
Graduating class of 2012, you don't even know. There is so much more to life than high school. Some of you may be frightened to leave your classmates and homes behind, some of you may be staying at home for another year or so and wondering what it will be like without seeing those classmates every day, and some of you are totally pumped to be done with all of this and finally "on your own".
I can tell you, though, that you don't even know. Heck, I still don't know where life is taking me, but I can tell you that I didn't expect to have anything that I have now when I graduated high school. Enjoy the ride, kids. Don't fear change, and don't hold on to your plans so tightly that you miss out on the bigger better ones waiting for you when you let go. Keep setting goals, re-evaluating plans, and working hard. It's not over. No, to be cliche, it's just beginning.
Something new is always beginning.
When I graduated, I had plans to go to an art school in Minneapolis for photography. Well, that plan was an expensive one, and the school was so new that they could not offer much financial aid. At the end of the summer, I had to change plans and ended up going to the community college, but it was probably one of the best things that could have happened to me at the time. I just didn't know at the time what plans could possibly be better than mine.
A week or so after graduating from high school, when plans for art school were still in place, I also had plans for my relationship with Garth. The plan was that we would continue to date and enjoy each others' company for the summer, then part ways when I left for school. I thought this was a particularly good plan because he would still be in high school the next year anyway.
His plans were different. Now I think of them as maybe more in-tune with God's.
As I was leaving one clear night in June, I hugged Garth good-bye, and realized that his hugs were something I liked too much to leave at the end of the summer. I decided that it would be best to end it all sooner than later, and through tears, I told him what I was feeling. I told him that we'd only end up hurt and that I didn't want to go through it at the end of the summer. I wanted to lead him to agree with me and end things himself, mutually, and when I was through I was met with complete silence.
He kept me in his grasp and would not let me go, as I stood by the door calming myself. The silence began to get to me so I said, "Say something. Please, anything."
Then he squeezed tighter and whispered, "I love you, too." He told me how he would come visit me at college and we would just see how things turned out.
I returned his tight squeeze and quietly asked him to repeat that first thing he said, and he responded, "I love you, too."
It was scary. It was exciting. And with my stomach in knots I told him I did love him.
Because I did. And I still do.
Friday, June 1, 2012
The End/To a New Beginning
Well, friends, the school year is winding down and I'll be moving on from the best job I've had so far. I never thought my stint as a photographer's assistant could be topped, but better hours with better pay, cute little kiddies that put a smile on my face every day, and encouraging staff that get along so well have made this job a treat.
Some things, I'm sure, will not be missed. Wandering the halls looking for the right classroom, for example. Then there's walking into a new classroom and not knowing which student is the one I'm supposed to be working with (usually worked out in a minute or two). I definitely won't miss chasing slightly unstable or off-balance, or even just simply attention-seeking students down the hall, or losing them all together... I certainly did get my exercise, though. Soon, gone will be the days of an early-morning call telling me where I will be working for the day (which I have had a break from for the last six weeks of school, thankfully).
Soon, gone will be the days of a steady lunch time, random hugs in the hallway, and excited faces wanting to show me things they have worked so hard on. No more going out to the playground every day after lunch, then again sometimes in the afternoon. Goodbye, plays and concerts put on mid-school day.
Yes, the good far outweigh the bad in this job. Teachers and administration work in schools for so long because they love what they do, not because they feel for any reason that they have to. I know that each of them, no matter how many things they can find to complain about on any given day, really love working with kids; molding the future.
So now, on to the next adventure.
Some things, I'm sure, will not be missed. Wandering the halls looking for the right classroom, for example. Then there's walking into a new classroom and not knowing which student is the one I'm supposed to be working with (usually worked out in a minute or two). I definitely won't miss chasing slightly unstable or off-balance, or even just simply attention-seeking students down the hall, or losing them all together... I certainly did get my exercise, though. Soon, gone will be the days of an early-morning call telling me where I will be working for the day (which I have had a break from for the last six weeks of school, thankfully).
Soon, gone will be the days of a steady lunch time, random hugs in the hallway, and excited faces wanting to show me things they have worked so hard on. No more going out to the playground every day after lunch, then again sometimes in the afternoon. Goodbye, plays and concerts put on mid-school day.
Yes, the good far outweigh the bad in this job. Teachers and administration work in schools for so long because they love what they do, not because they feel for any reason that they have to. I know that each of them, no matter how many things they can find to complain about on any given day, really love working with kids; molding the future.
So now, on to the next adventure.
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