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Sunday, December 26, 2010
Oh Christmas Tree
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Whatever's below the Energizer Bunny. Energy wise anyhow - not actually below physically.
My mother once told Mr.C that I’m exhausting. Not exhausted but exhaustING. As in, I’m a lot of work to be around. The two of them are constantly amazed at my energy level. If something needs to get done, then it just needs to get done! I do use my Mt. Dew as a sort of power boost. It’s like nitrous for me (the car kind, not the kind they use at the dentist although for the record I LOVE that stuff. It makes the needles oh-so-less-scary)! I’ve also discovered that at a certain point, lack of sleep becomes normal and I’m able to get less and less sleep and more and more done! Unfortunately I’m not the energizer bunny (I'm just whatever's below him on the energizer scale) and at a point I do hit a wall, usually crashing one night and going to bed at a ridiculous hour like 7 pm. One time I actually went to bed at 6 pm. That was just terrible.
Last week was crazy but I feel so free this week (free of homework at least)! I've officially completed my second semester of grad school! That means 12 credits while working 40 hours a week, keeping our house in order, feeding my husband on a semi-regular basis, and trying to have a life! Sometimes I think I do challenging things just to prove to myself that I am capable of succeeding! I also have begun procrastinating which I think is just another attempt to prove to myself that I can still do things (and do them well), even when it seems impossible. The case of my awesome APA formatted 15 page research paper I wrote in one day is a great example of this! The only issue with me doing things like this is that I really have no sympathy for people who complain and really have nothing to back their complaints up with. I definitely buy into the idea that if you’re going to do something then you should do it to the best of your abilities! I do think this leads me to have high standards for everyone around me, something that has proven to not always work out too well.
My advisor told me that taking such a full schedule and working full-time was discouraged. I also love proving people wrong. It makes for some great motivation! Not only have I been fine handling the classes, but I’m also rocking the grades. I’m scared to actually write this and possibly jinx it but I’m hoping for straight A’s this semester. So far I’m halfway there! Apparently my other professors have busy lives and are taking their sweet time with grading final projects and tests.
While the semester was a lot of work, I’m pretty proud of myself. I’m super modest today, can’t you tell? There was a point where I wasn’t sure I was going to make it and considered dropping a class. I know there are plenty of people who think I’m crazy for getting a master’s degree especially when I still don’t know exactly what I’m going to do when I grow up! There are the others that look at me like I’m talking in a different language when I say what the degree is in (M.Ed. in Human Relations in case you’re wondering). It’s like déjà vu because that happened for my Bachelor’s degree too (Design Management – don’t ask!)! I think I’m finally to the point where I really don’t care what these people think! I’m just excited I’ll have my master’s degree at 25. I’ve also learned some amazing things about psychology, child development, and a bunch of other random things! That 15 page paper I wrote was about medical procedures used during childbirth and I can say now that I have a much better grasp of exactly what I want during labor, although we still have some time for that. I should also note that it slightly terrified me. I think I’m just one of those people who loves school (most of the time anyhow).
So anyhow, I guess the point of this post is that I’ve successfully made it through this semester! I wish you all a wonderful 9 more days to prepare for Christmas. We’re flying back to Nebraska in 2 days and I’m elated to be going home. I don’t make it back as often as I’d like so I’m always grateful when I get to see my family for the holidays since I miss them throughout the year. I’m sure I’ll be writing more about that later though. I promise my next post will actually include pictures and won’t take weeks to write!
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Where my b*$#@*s at?*
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Thanksgiving, #40 and #41
Thanksgiving has never been one of my favorite holidays. I never really understood what all the hype about stuffing one’s face was all about. I don’t’ like gravy, mashed potatoes are okay, and stuffing just grossed me out. I’m sure you’re reading this with your mouths hanging open in shock or disgust! I don’t enjoy watching football either so that’s not really a game-changer. Did you get that…game-changer! Ha ha. Ok, I’m done making jokes. So, it’s surprised me how my feelings have changed since moving to AZ. Every year thanksgiving seems to mean a little more to me. It’s hard knowing my family is getting together and I’m missing it another year. I’ve come to appreciate the time with family even more now that it’s pretty limited. Apparently I did also care about the food because every year I find myself missing something – the twice-baked potatoes, cranberry salad, stuffed celery, or deviled eggs.
I also would like to mention how thankful I am to my readers. My group may be small but they are dedicated! I’ll buy you dinner when I get famous! I wouldn’t plan on that anytime too soon though….
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Happy B-day Mr. C
Monday, November 15, 2010
Denver - #99
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
#67 Ballet
Me: OMG that’s that couple again.
Mr. C: I don’t know (mumbled).
Me: Look for a ring!
Monday, November 8, 2010
Coconut...not the food
Friday, November 5, 2010
Halloween and the Scary Scarecrow
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
The Great Pumpkin Adventure
Because I’m anticipating that one day my blog will make me famous and the papparatzi will be all over me, I’m careful to not divulge the actual names of my friends (plus it’s just fun thinking up code names!). I think that’s why anyhow….it could be that they don’t want to publically be associated with me and have somehow caused me to believe that this is my idea… hmmm, that’s one to think about. Anyhow, I digress. My friend has been involved in posts before but I just referred to her as “that girl” or “my friend”. I’ve decided that it’s now time for a proper code name. This morning we were talking about the TV show “Boy Meets World” and how awesome it was and how Topanga was simply the coolest name ever, so from now on “that girl” will be known as Topanga for blogging purposes. Whew, that was long!
Mr, C, Topanga, and I made plans to carve pumpkins on Friday night. I had 2 pumpkins I got with our bountiful basket but we needed one for Topanga. Before carving we had planned to buy candy for Halloween so Topanga and I set out to find a pumpkin and candy. The candy was very easy to find and we bought a lot. When I say a lot I mean A LOT! I didn’t take pictures of the candy alone but I do have one I’ll put in my next post that will give you an idea of the insane amount of chocolate we had. I think it was at least 10 bags…..
Check on the candy, now we just needed a pumpkin. You’d think that finding a pumpkin would be easy, however let me assure you that it isn’t. We started with Wal-Mart location #1 and had no luck. Same story at Wal-Mart location #2. I told her to stop at Sprouts but because of my directionally challangedness, I may have messed up the directions and caused us to drive right by. It was going to take some work to go back so we figured we’d just try the stores by my house. Unfortunately Frys and Safeway were also sold out of pumpkins although they both had huge display areas where the pumpkins had been. It’s like they were rubbing their lack of pumpkins in our face, as if to say that everyone else had one! Our hope was quickly fading but we decided to try Wal-Mart location #3. No such luck there either. We had hit 5 stores and still had no pumpkin.
Luckily Mr. C called Sprouts and was told that amazingly they did have pumpkins. We hopped back in the car and headed over. As we were driving, I realized that the night was a perfect blogging story. I then proceeded to explain to Topanga that they had to have pumpkins at Sprouts because otherwise my story would suck. Who wants to read that we went to 6 stores and at the end of the night were empty handed? No one, that’s who! I explained that we were going to drive to Sprouts and when we arrived, a big, beautiful pumpkin would be waiting. I must have some special powers or something because when we arrived there was a HUGE pumpkin. It was actually a $50 pumpkin so she didn’t get that one but she did find another big (although not as big), beautiful pumpkin of her own! We were super excited, as you can probably see in the picture. We were excited enough to stop in the parking lot long enough to look like idiots so we could take this picture.
Pumpkin carving always SOUNDS fun. Then I get to the part where I have to stick my hand inside the icky pumpkin and it’s not cool anymore. After that it gets back to being fun. Then the carving starts to hurt my hand and I want to give up. But, after getting past that part it’s all good. We watched a movie while we carved and it ended up being pretty fun, even though I had to touch the nasty pumpkin guts. I was even inspired to roast some pumpkin seeds which I had never done before. Roasted pumpkin seeds are AMAZING by the way! In the end, the great pumpkin adventure was SOOOO worth it. Our pumpkins turned out wonderfully. I’m posting a picture of our wonderful creations. Enjoy!
Monday, November 1, 2010
Meat and the Jackpot
Saturday, October 23, 2010
No Shoes Needed for this Walk
I try to make most of my posts slightly humorous with the hope of being entertaining so you’ll want to keep coming back and sharing with your friends so that eventually advertisers will be dying to place ads on my site and I’ll become famous and live off of my blog earnings (that’s the long-term plan anyhow, but don’t worry – I’m not holding my breath!). After over 20 posts, I’m writing my first serious post so don’t say I didn’t warn you. Also, the beginning may seem like I’m rambling but I promise that I do have a point…even if it takes awhile to get to it (Mr. C learned this a long time ago)!
Religion has always been a part of my life, a bigger part at times and very small during others. I grew up attending Catholic church and a Catholic school. My grandma was a wonderful role model for me. She devoted time every morning to her prayers and lived her life as a devoted Catholic. My father attended church weekly as well, as he still does. He even attends church in Arizona when he comes to visit. I attended mass weekly during school and then again on Sundays. I also had religion class daily at school and learned lots of “religious info”. While this gave me a great Christian background, I never really FELT what I was learning. I understood it but it never really sank in. I began to get lost in the rules and repetition. At some point I began to lose the real meaning of everything and seemed to just go with the flow.
In middle school I decided I wanted to be confirmed Methodist, in my mother’s church. The songs, sermons, people, and laid-back environment made me feel more at home. While my dad wasn’t thrilled, he did respect my decision and was pretty supportive. For the rest of high school I was very involved in the church, participating in the youth group, volunteering, and even going on a mission trip. I loved being active in the church but there was still something missing.
I moved to Arizona and fell out of my church routine. Mr. C attended regularly in the beginning of our relationship and so sometimes attended with him and his mother, however at a certain point we became lazy and stopped getting up on Sunday mornings. We had our ups and downs of church attendance, attending regularly for awhile and then taking “breaks”. Before our wedding we became more regular and were married by an amazing Pastor of our church. We started attending more regularly again a few months ago and had become pretty consistent.
My mother-in-law is pretty involved in many things, one being the Walk to Emmaus, a Christian retreat (to simplify). She had talked to Mr. C and I about going many times but we never really paid much attention (sorry!). She asked us again a few months ago. I had begun to feel like something in my life needed to change. I loved my family, my friends, and my life in general, but I still knew something was missing. Mr. C and I talked about the Walk and decided it was something we were interested in. I figured at the very least my mother-in-law wouldn’t ask us again! The men went one weekend and the women another so my mom had planned to come stay with me while Mr. C was away because I’m still terrified to sleep in our house (or any house for that matter) alone. It occurred to me that my mom could go on the walk to so I asked her and she excitedly said yes.
We didn’t know much about the walk, other than that it was 72 hours long, was in a church, and was supposed to be great. I’m pretty picky about some things, including my sleeping because I have a lot of issues sleeping and prefer to be in my own space, in my own bed. I also NEVER (I really mean never when I say this) go out without makeup on. When I had abdominal pains that lasted for two days, I refused to go to Urgent Care without first showering and doing my makeup. I ended up having my appendix out that day. So, I also worried that I wouldn’t be able to shower and do my makeup like normal. I know this last part may make me sound vain but I tend to worry over dumb things!
Mr. C attended the Walk while my mother and I were having our fun time in San Diego. He returned telling us that he had a great time, but not saying too much else. He didn’t want to give anything away and I didn’t really know what to ask. I did, however, make sure to get the low down on the showering situation which I was still super stressed about!
The week flew by and it was Thursday night before I knew it. I wasn’t sure what to expect and wasn’t too comforted once I arrived! I felt so out of place and there were only a handful of girls under 30. I was soooo glad my mom was with me (I know, I sound like a little kid!). As I left my husband and mother-in-law I was so nervous. I talked to a couple of women and started feeling better, although still a little unsure about the LONG weekend. One of the leaders gave a little talk that night and said something to the effect of us most likely not wanting to leave Sunday night. In my head I was thinking that I knew I’d want to leave Sunday night!
The weekend was amazing. Here, I’ll even capitalize it – it was AMAZING! I’m not going to detail all of the wonderful talks and experiences of the weekend because first of all I simply don’t have time for that…my blog would be pages long! Secondly, the best part of the weekend was that we lived in the moment, not knowing what was next and not worrying about anything so I wouldn’t want to spoil anything (since of course there are millions of people that read my posts LOL). I LOVED not being responsible for anything (well not much anyhow). The best way to describe the weekend is that it was filled with wonderful surprises, wonderful women who quickly became friends/family, and a chance for me to find what I had been missing. If the weekend had to be put into a box, I don’t think the lid could shut because the amount of love and prayers received that weekend couldn’t be contained. And, the leader had been right…I wanted to get back to my husband and my puppy and my bed, but I really didn’t want to leave. In the end I didn’t really care about my showers, the lack of makeup, or the snoring at night because the experience was bigger than all that (plus I had earplugs). And, I’m so thankful that my mother-in-law wasn’t too pushy but always remained persistent.
I’m so thankful that my mother and my husband went through the same experience at the same time. I never cry – NEVER. My co-workers call me heartless because I didn’t cry when I watched “The Notebook”, or really any movie for that matter (with the exception of Marley and Me where I sobbed). I think I cried 3 or 4 times that weekend, the most exciting one being at the end when I tried to explain what the weekend meant to me. I think I got about 3 sentences out before I started blubbering and making my ugly cry face in front of a rather large group of people. Even worse than crying is crying in front of a group! Of course everyone understood, no one laughed, and I think some were happy to see that I did actually show some emotion (the rest of the weekend’s crying was fairly low key and I spent the majority of the time simply smiling – I’m good at hiding things!).
Going from a retreat to reality was hard because talking about things is always easier than doing them. However, today I feel like a new woman, with a new mission. I have my priorities in order and at the top of my list is my faith, my family, and my friends (including those who I have yet to meet). I know I have a lot to work on but I feel like this past weekend was a great start/reminder. I don’t know what’s in store for me but I know that God will point me in the right direction. I recently discovered this song and love it so I’m posting a link to it. Enjoy!