Day 30: Your highs and lows of the month.
I'm not totally sure if the last 30 days have taken a year and half to complete for anybody else, but I can't believe it's only just now ending. I can't believe the day before I started this I was saying good-bye to the Marine with no idea when I would see him again. I feel like I haven't seen him in months already and it's only been one month... Goodness gracious. I may not make it! I am also in shock I haven't been back to school for a month yet. This is only the beginning of week four. That has to be a lie.
I'm glad I thought to start this at the beginning of the month/year so that I really only have to think about the month of January. I would probably get confused if I had started it in the middle of the month.
My highs and lows of January aren't really all that drastic. It was a fairly typical month in my life. There was no Marine around (low) and I'm back to school (high).
I could have done with some time with the Marine but since he was home for two weeks in December and didn't have a real schedule for January it didn't make a whole lot of sense to go visit. Actually, it really made no sense. Plus, I can't drive to see him now. Boo.
I debated on if starting school was a high or a low. While I love my major. I love the kids. I love everything about it. I do not love the 19 hours I am enrolled in right now. It makes my life so very busy. On top of that, I'm working 12 hours a week in the after/evenings. Which 12 hours doesn't really sound too bad but when it's all in two days on top of 19 hours of school, it's a busy week. If we add on to that the five hours a week I spend in practicum and the four hours a week in field observation, you could say my schedule is pretty full.
It's definitely a high though. No matter how busy I may be, it is so much better than sitting around at home wishing the Marine could be there. I get bored and tired and grumpy very quickly when I'm not busy. Although I may get grumpy this semester and I will be anything but bored. There are also wonderful people here who take up any extra time I may have. I'm very excited to be bonding and rebonding with friends. Makes everything more worthwhile.
That's the high and low of my month really. I promise now that I have my blog back to myself I will update you on the happenings of little ol' me! And hopefully, they will be more interesting than this 30 day challenge turned out to be :)
Monday, January 30, 2012
February
For once, I actually started this one the correct day, I just forgot to finish or post it. So I was late. And of course it shows that I didn't do it yesterday. Poo.
Day 29: Goals for the next 30 days.
Without this lovely 30 day challenge to dictate what I will write about with my next thirty days, I hope to be caught up on here about what happened over my Christmas break, the entire month of January and then continue to relate stories about my life and our happenings. Without another month long break.
* Catch up on blogging
I hope to keep up with my school work. Generally, I don't fall behind, but this semester will be a whole new ball game for me. I have never been so completely busy. Between my classes, practicum, field observations, and work, I barely have enough time to eat. Which my new favorite thing to eat is instant mashed potatoes (Thanks Grima!). They rock. Not nearly as good as Grima's of course, but hey, as a college student I take what I can get.
* Work on my awful time management skills
I would love to stay unstressed about my relationship. Being two time-zones away from someone can really put some stress on a relationship, and while we have done really well for the most part, I still get a bit stressed out some days. I just want to see that stinking boy already! Also, I would love to not have to worry about Valentine's Day. It's kind of a lousy day for long distance relationships. Perhaps I'll rent myself a hotel room and sit around and drink champagne in a bathtub. Wait. I can't drink. Or rent a hotel. Guess it's my dorm room and juice boxes...
* Relax and just love
Pay attention and be happy. Those are two more good ones.
Day 29: Goals for the next 30 days.
Without this lovely 30 day challenge to dictate what I will write about with my next thirty days, I hope to be caught up on here about what happened over my Christmas break, the entire month of January and then continue to relate stories about my life and our happenings. Without another month long break.
* Catch up on blogging
I hope to keep up with my school work. Generally, I don't fall behind, but this semester will be a whole new ball game for me. I have never been so completely busy. Between my classes, practicum, field observations, and work, I barely have enough time to eat. Which my new favorite thing to eat is instant mashed potatoes (Thanks Grima!). They rock. Not nearly as good as Grima's of course, but hey, as a college student I take what I can get.
* Work on my awful time management skills
I would love to stay unstressed about my relationship. Being two time-zones away from someone can really put some stress on a relationship, and while we have done really well for the most part, I still get a bit stressed out some days. I just want to see that stinking boy already! Also, I would love to not have to worry about Valentine's Day. It's kind of a lousy day for long distance relationships. Perhaps I'll rent myself a hotel room and sit around and drink champagne in a bathtub. Wait. I can't drink. Or rent a hotel. Guess it's my dorm room and juice boxes...
* Relax and just love
Pay attention and be happy. Those are two more good ones.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Missing!
Day 28: Something that you miss.
Saturday morning cartoons
Sleeping in more days of the week than not.
My monsters
Bagels
My Preschool babies!
and
Definitely him...
Saturday morning cartoons
Sleeping in more days of the week than not.
My monsters
Bagels
My Preschool babies!
and
Definitely him...
Issues
Day 27: A problem you have had.
I'm writing this new post from my Kindle Fire. The very first one from here. And I feel like such a boss. Even though typing can be a real pain.
I have decided to write a problem I have had as a student. I have had many problems as a child of God, a daughter, a sister, a girlfriend, a friend, and ever other role I play in my life. Today though I feel that I should focus on my student role. Maybe some other day I will explain problems I have had in other roles in my life. Just not today.
As a student, especially one currently taking 19 credit hours, I have definitely had my fair share of problems. One of my biggest problems is my complete lack of time management. It has worked out that I still manage to accomplish everything though. While this is exceptionally awesome, someday this wont work and I will be wishing I had practiced better time management skills.
I'm also awesome at procrastinating. So good. I can put anything off for the entire time I have to do it. And then throwing something together at the last minute.
Basically, I should be a better student. Maybe this semester will help me with that. I don't have the time to waste since I am busy every day of the week.
Wellll obviously we have a rapist here in Lincoln Park.
I'm writing this new post from my Kindle Fire. The very first one from here. And I feel like such a boss. Even though typing can be a real pain.
I have decided to write a problem I have had as a student. I have had many problems as a child of God, a daughter, a sister, a girlfriend, a friend, and ever other role I play in my life. Today though I feel that I should focus on my student role. Maybe some other day I will explain problems I have had in other roles in my life. Just not today.
As a student, especially one currently taking 19 credit hours, I have definitely had my fair share of problems. One of my biggest problems is my complete lack of time management. It has worked out that I still manage to accomplish everything though. While this is exceptionally awesome, someday this wont work and I will be wishing I had practiced better time management skills.
I'm also awesome at procrastinating. So good. I can put anything off for the entire time I have to do it. And then throwing something together at the last minute.
Basically, I should be a better student. Maybe this semester will help me with that. I don't have the time to waste since I am busy every day of the week.
Wellll obviously we have a rapist here in Lincoln Park.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Fascination
I kind of cheated. Look at the date just above this... Yep. It says the 25th. Nope. I didn't write it yesterday. I wrote it today. The 26th. I just opened the post so it would be dated yesterday :)
Thankfully, this is almost over! Not because I haven't enjoyed it, I'm just tired of using my blogging time for this instead of my actual life. I should be able to do both, but with my intense schedule? That just simply isn't possible. I will do my best to fill you in on the entire month of January once I get done with this. Or maybe if you're lucky I will put off my homework and actually write for once. Haha. Yeah, I know. Wishful thinking though!
Day 25: Somebody who fascinates you and why.
This one stumps me. A lot of the days have made me stop and think, but this one I have been thinking about for about 24 hours now and I'm still clueless.
Plenty of people fascinate me. But normally it's not in a good way.
At the same time, I'm amazed at what some people overcome. And that is fascinating to me. But gosh. One person that fascinates me and why?
I like Marlee Matlin. I like any Deaf person that has set an example for my futurebabies students. People to look up to are always a big plus.
I like Marines. Mine, especially. I am amazed by them pretty much all the time.
But they aren't the only "somebody" that fascinates me. Just a pretty good example.
So yeah. I failed. Again :)
Oh. And go here. And like it. I will send you an origami penguin in thanks :)
Thankfully, this is almost over! Not because I haven't enjoyed it, I'm just tired of using my blogging time for this instead of my actual life. I should be able to do both, but with my intense schedule? That just simply isn't possible. I will do my best to fill you in on the entire month of January once I get done with this. Or maybe if you're lucky I will put off my homework and actually write for once. Haha. Yeah, I know. Wishful thinking though!
Day 25: Somebody who fascinates you and why.
This one stumps me. A lot of the days have made me stop and think, but this one I have been thinking about for about 24 hours now and I'm still clueless.
Plenty of people fascinate me. But normally it's not in a good way.
At the same time, I'm amazed at what some people overcome. And that is fascinating to me. But gosh. One person that fascinates me and why?
I like Marlee Matlin. I like any Deaf person that has set an example for my future
I like Marines. Mine, especially. I am amazed by them pretty much all the time.
But they aren't the only "somebody" that fascinates me. Just a pretty good example.
So yeah. I failed. Again :)
Oh. And go here. And like it. I will send you an origami penguin in thanks :)
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Movie, anyone?
Guys! Guys! I'm on time today! See? It must have been the traveling ;)
Day 24: Your favorite movie and what it's about.
Oh shoot. Today would have been a good day to be late on. I don't have a favorite movie. Same as I don't have a favorite book (although I think the Hunger Games may have removed that doubt) or a favorite song.
I really love Monsters, Inc. And I am SO excited they're making a second one.
But I can't say that's my favorite movie. I don't really have a movie that I just watch time and time again because I love it. I watch movies more than once. But I don't think I have a favorite. Poo.
:)
Day 24: Your favorite movie and what it's about.
Oh shoot. Today would have been a good day to be late on. I don't have a favorite movie. Same as I don't have a favorite book (although I think the Hunger Games may have removed that doubt) or a favorite song.
I really love Monsters, Inc. And I am SO excited they're making a second one.
But I can't say that's my favorite movie. I don't really have a movie that I just watch time and time again because I love it. I watch movies more than once. But I don't think I have a favorite. Poo.
:)
Monday, January 23, 2012
Double Oops
I did it again. I just didn't do a day. Yesterday to be exact. I'm going to blame my lack of keeping up with this on travel. Both days I missed I was driving home or back. Yes. Excuses, excuses. On the bright side I'm here to make up for the lost day. Again :)
Day 22: How have you changed in the past two years?
Let's see. Two years ago the Marine and I had just started dating. We were in that magical honeymoon type phase where we had struggled so hard to get together and we were rejoicing that it had finally happened. It also helped that we were both home. We had a fairly regular schedule and could spend countless hours together doing absolutely nothing. I was a cheerleader and the ever so lovely Pratt High School. Beginning my last ever high school semester. Celebrating the end of calculus, which I so lovingly failed. Not kidding. :) Planning on attending KU as a premed student. Dying my hair bright red every once in a while. Having a little three year old scream and cry every time she saw me. Working at my church daycare. Loving on the only baby boy I still claim as my own. Cleveland or not.
Because it does not ask what I was doing two years ago, I will stop giving you details of my life at the age of 17. Instead I'll tell you how I've changed since then, I just thought it would be fair to give you some idea of what was going on in my life at this time since most of you didn't know me. Or didn't know me well. Even the Marine's family was just getting used to me. Some thought I would be gone in a couple months considering how quickly he was blowing through girls. Ha. I'm still here, guys!
Since then, I've become a Marine girlfriend. I have become a stronger person than I ever knew I was capable of. My patience level hasn't necessarily increased any, but I am getting better. Baby steps. I have three nieces and a nephew that may not actually belong to me, but I claim them as my nieces and nephew. The little three year old? She's become one of those people that I work my booty off for. I want her to be able to look up to me and respect me. Even when she's old enough to not think I'm the coolest person she knows. I've gotten straight A's two of the three semesters I've been a college student, darn astronomy. I've become somewhat fluent in two languages. Neither of which includes French. I have found something that I am absolutely passionate about. Which has absolutely nothing to do with the field of medicine.
I guess. I've grown. A lot. I don't think I've changed too much. I think I'm still the same person. Just a couple years older. A bit smarter. A bit happier. But really? I've always just been me.
Day 23: Give pictures of 5 guys who are famous who you find attractive.
Ian Somerhalder. This man plays Damon Salvatore in the Vampire Diaries. His pretty face is complimented so nicely by the many sarcastic comments that fall out of his mouth often. Yes.
Gerard Butler. That gosh darn accent.
Holy whoa. Matthew Lewis. Who would have guessed he could grow into such a nice looking young man.
Jesse Williams. He can play doctor with me any time he wants.
And last, but definitely not least..
This man.
Bahhaha. Yes. I know. You want him, too :)
Day 22: How have you changed in the past two years?
Let's see. Two years ago the Marine and I had just started dating. We were in that magical honeymoon type phase where we had struggled so hard to get together and we were rejoicing that it had finally happened. It also helped that we were both home. We had a fairly regular schedule and could spend countless hours together doing absolutely nothing. I was a cheerleader and the ever so lovely Pratt High School. Beginning my last ever high school semester. Celebrating the end of calculus, which I so lovingly failed. Not kidding. :) Planning on attending KU as a premed student. Dying my hair bright red every once in a while. Having a little three year old scream and cry every time she saw me. Working at my church daycare. Loving on the only baby boy I still claim as my own. Cleveland or not.
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Because it does not ask what I was doing two years ago, I will stop giving you details of my life at the age of 17. Instead I'll tell you how I've changed since then, I just thought it would be fair to give you some idea of what was going on in my life at this time since most of you didn't know me. Or didn't know me well. Even the Marine's family was just getting used to me. Some thought I would be gone in a couple months considering how quickly he was blowing through girls. Ha. I'm still here, guys!
Since then, I've become a Marine girlfriend. I have become a stronger person than I ever knew I was capable of. My patience level hasn't necessarily increased any, but I am getting better. Baby steps. I have three nieces and a nephew that may not actually belong to me, but I claim them as my nieces and nephew. The little three year old? She's become one of those people that I work my booty off for. I want her to be able to look up to me and respect me. Even when she's old enough to not think I'm the coolest person she knows. I've gotten straight A's two of the three semesters I've been a college student, darn astronomy. I've become somewhat fluent in two languages. Neither of which includes French. I have found something that I am absolutely passionate about. Which has absolutely nothing to do with the field of medicine.
I guess. I've grown. A lot. I don't think I've changed too much. I think I'm still the same person. Just a couple years older. A bit smarter. A bit happier. But really? I've always just been me.
Day 23: Give pictures of 5 guys who are famous who you find attractive.
Ian Somerhalder. This man plays Damon Salvatore in the Vampire Diaries. His pretty face is complimented so nicely by the many sarcastic comments that fall out of his mouth often. Yes.
Gerard Butler. That gosh darn accent.
Holy whoa. Matthew Lewis. Who would have guessed he could grow into such a nice looking young man.
Jesse Williams. He can play doctor with me any time he wants.
And last, but definitely not least..
This man.
Bahhaha. Yes. I know. You want him, too :)
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Oops
Whoops.
I totally didn't do yesterday. I didn't forget. I just didn't have time. The free time I did have I spent taking a nap. My priorities are definitely in line.
Oh well... Today we will just do both. :)
Day 20: How important you think education is.
I think the easiest way to answer this question is....
I'm planning on becoming a teacher. So.. I would say very. No, I don't believe a college education is right for every person. But I believe in the act of learning. I don't think that ever ends. It needs to be established when the student is still young. The love for learning and discovery. For gaining knowledge. That is what I find to be really important. I also believe in reading and literacy.
Basically, go to school, fools. Graduate high school and then decide what to do with yourself. Just never lose your desire to learn. :)
Day 21: One of your favorite shows.
In case you haven't noticed. I'm considerably less interested in doing this 30 day challenge now, but with only 9 days to go I can't really quit. So without further ado, one of my favorite shows. Plus four.
In no real order. That's what I like. I want to pet Damons face. I can't stand Bay. I keep forgetting to watch Army Wives and Grey's Anatomy. And Fringe.
But love them, I do.
I totally didn't do yesterday. I didn't forget. I just didn't have time. The free time I did have I spent taking a nap. My priorities are definitely in line.
Oh well... Today we will just do both. :)
Day 20: How important you think education is.
I think the easiest way to answer this question is....
I'm planning on becoming a teacher. So.. I would say very. No, I don't believe a college education is right for every person. But I believe in the act of learning. I don't think that ever ends. It needs to be established when the student is still young. The love for learning and discovery. For gaining knowledge. That is what I find to be really important. I also believe in reading and literacy.
Basically, go to school, fools. Graduate high school and then decide what to do with yourself. Just never lose your desire to learn. :)
Day 21: One of your favorite shows.
In case you haven't noticed. I'm considerably less interested in doing this 30 day challenge now, but with only 9 days to go I can't really quit. So without further ado, one of my favorite shows. Plus four.
But love them, I do.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
The Rents
Day 19: Disrespecting your parents.
Oh goodness. I have done plenty of this in my short lifetime and I'm certain that, no matter how hard I try, I will continue to do it for the rest of my life.
I'm not going to describe some times when I have clearly let them down. Or disrespected them. Too lengthy (and since I have a 0615 workout tomorrow...). But I have definitely done my fair share of both.
Luckily, I am blessed with two parents that love me. Even though I fail continuously. It's a pretty awesome thing.
Oh goodness. I have done plenty of this in my short lifetime and I'm certain that, no matter how hard I try, I will continue to do it for the rest of my life.
I'm not going to describe some times when I have clearly let them down. Or disrespected them. Too lengthy (and since I have a 0615 workout tomorrow...). But I have definitely done my fair share of both.
Luckily, I am blessed with two parents that love me. Even though I fail continuously. It's a pretty awesome thing.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
I believe
Day 18: Your beliefs.
My first thought was beliefs on what? They really need to be more specific. But then I decided that they probably do this to give you the ability to write about whatever your heart desires instead of limiting you. All the same. I'm not sure what beliefs the world wants to know so I'll just give you afew very large amount of random ones. In no particular order.
I believe in/that...
God
Baby Jesus
Trust
Second chances
Laughing
True love
Chocolate's healing powers
Respect
Remaining a kid forever
Spoiling babies and children
Quiet time
Creativity
Gay Marriage
Smiling
Paying it forward
Praying
Loving
Beauty coming from the size of your heart rather than the size of your jeans
Dresses, Pearls, and baby girls
Sappy movies on lonely nights
Procrastinating
Eating the last piece of pie
Love > Money
Finding happiness is not related to money
You
Myself.
My first thought was beliefs on what? They really need to be more specific. But then I decided that they probably do this to give you the ability to write about whatever your heart desires instead of limiting you. All the same. I'm not sure what beliefs the world wants to know so I'll just give you a
I believe in/that...
God
Baby Jesus
Trust
Second chances
Laughing
True love
Chocolate's healing powers
Respect
Remaining a kid forever
Spoiling babies and children
Quiet time
Creativity
Gay Marriage
Smiling
Paying it forward
Praying
Loving
Beauty coming from the size of your heart rather than the size of your jeans
Dresses, Pearls, and baby girls
Sappy movies on lonely nights
Procrastinating
Eating the last piece of pie
Love > Money
Finding happiness is not related to money
You
Myself.
2011. Again.
Day 17: Your highs and lows of the past year.
If you would like to really analyze my year take a look at this post. But I'll give you a quick recap of my highs and lows of the past year. Which since we're just barely into 2012, would basically be the entire year of 2011.
Highs:
Seeing the Marine more months than not. I saw the Marine at least once in 8 months. I didn't see him at all in March, April, June or July.
Getting to see my favoritelittle big boy, Major man.
Achieving TWO semesters of 4.0 grades.
Among many others.
Lows:
Learning to be in a relationship with a Marine.
Although, I'm not sure that's necessarily a low.
Let me rephrase.
Being away from him.
Hmm.. We already discussed how I didn't have too many bad things happen in 2011. And in the past two weeks, nothing awful has taken place.
Shoot. Guess I'm still stuck on the positives ;)
If you would like to really analyze my year take a look at this post. But I'll give you a quick recap of my highs and lows of the past year. Which since we're just barely into 2012, would basically be the entire year of 2011.
Highs:
Seeing the Marine more months than not. I saw the Marine at least once in 8 months. I didn't see him at all in March, April, June or July.
Getting to see my favorite
Achieving TWO semesters of 4.0 grades.
Among many others.
Lows:
Learning to be in a relationship with a Marine.
Although, I'm not sure that's necessarily a low.
Let me rephrase.
Being away from him.
Hmm.. We already discussed how I didn't have too many bad things happen in 2011. And in the past two weeks, nothing awful has taken place.
Shoot. Guess I'm still stuck on the positives ;)
Monday, January 16, 2012
Hipster Cat
Day 16: Your views on mainstream music.
Hmm... Today I really don't have a lot to say. Or anything for that matter. Perhaps it's because of the pile of homework sitting in front of me that is due tomorrow. Or perhaps just because I'm too tired to really focus on this topic.
I like music.
I like most kinds of music.
My favorite is normally country, although lately it's been rubbing me the wrong way.
I don't care for rap or screamo.
They're really an awful idea. Or at least most of the time.
Mainstream music though?
Eh. It's alright. It's always good for a nice singing session in my car.
Plus, I know I can always find it playing somewhere on the radio.
Because ads are not acceptable in Sulley, the monster car.
So there. That's my views on mainstream music. In a sleep deprived, too much homework to do, kind of state. :)
But I would like to pretend to be a hipster.
So look at this hipster cat.
Hmm... Today I really don't have a lot to say. Or anything for that matter. Perhaps it's because of the pile of homework sitting in front of me that is due tomorrow. Or perhaps just because I'm too tired to really focus on this topic.
I like music.
I like most kinds of music.
My favorite is normally country, although lately it's been rubbing me the wrong way.
I don't care for rap or screamo.
They're really an awful idea. Or at least most of the time.
Mainstream music though?
Eh. It's alright. It's always good for a nice singing session in my car.
Plus, I know I can always find it playing somewhere on the radio.
Because ads are not acceptable in Sulley, the monster car.
So there. That's my views on mainstream music. In a sleep deprived, too much homework to do, kind of state. :)
But I would like to pretend to be a hipster.
So look at this hipster cat.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
If or When
If we get married...
When we get married...
If we have kids...
When we have kids....
If I graduate from college...
When I graduate from college..
If I eat cheese...
When I eat cheese...
If I go to graduate school...
When I go to graduate school...
I could easily write twenty more little sayings like those above there. But I think you get the point with the five I have.
I have two options on how I think about things most of the time. If or when. I can think about it as an if statement or a when statement. I generally always choose when. Not because I've been guaranteed to reach any of those things, but because I am hopeful. I am going to try to always say when. I will tell you that, When the Marine and I get married we will have to account for hundreds of people because our families are so large. Not because we are engaged and going to be married. But because I think and hope it's going to happen.
When I choose to think about things in an if format, I feel as though I'm doubting myself. I'm doubting whatever it is I'm talking about. And confidence is much better than doubt.
And if all of my plans happen to fall through (this time I feel an if statement is a good idea), I will just have to pick myself up and start planning again. This time with more when statements than ever before.
When we get married...
If we have kids...
When we have kids....
If I graduate from college...
When I graduate from college..
If I eat cheese...
When I eat cheese...
If I go to graduate school...
When I go to graduate school...
I could easily write twenty more little sayings like those above there. But I think you get the point with the five I have.
I have two options on how I think about things most of the time. If or when. I can think about it as an if statement or a when statement. I generally always choose when. Not because I've been guaranteed to reach any of those things, but because I am hopeful. I am going to try to always say when. I will tell you that, When the Marine and I get married we will have to account for hundreds of people because our families are so large. Not because we are engaged and going to be married. But because I think and hope it's going to happen.
When I choose to think about things in an if format, I feel as though I'm doubting myself. I'm doubting whatever it is I'm talking about. And confidence is much better than doubt.
And if all of my plans happen to fall through (this time I feel an if statement is a good idea), I will just have to pick myself up and start planning again. This time with more when statements than ever before.
My Favorites
Day 15: Your favorite Tumblrs.
I don't have a tumblr anymore. Nor do I ever look at Tumblr. If you have one, you should post a comment with the link and I will check it out so I can officially have my very own favorite Tumblrs. Until that happens, I will just tell you some of my favorite blogs.
Profoundly Seth. This may have been the first blog I ever started reading. I started reading it because they have a deaf son. But I keep reading it because her children are gorgeous and they are amazingly inspiring in many ways.
Blinky Moments. I love this blog. I found it by hitting the Next Blog button up there at the top. Her husband does some things that I can't help but laugh at simply because the Marine would do exactly that. They recently had a baby so that will also help keep my interest!
**Wife [Widow] of a Wounded Marine**. This blog is amazing. It's always a bit heartbreaking, just because it shows me what could happen. Reading her blog doesn't make me scared, but proud. I'm proud of all the Marines and especially those that gave everything.
A Little Pink in a World of Camo. This blog is also wonderful. She's another widow. No, I promise I'm not trying to prepare myself. I just am amazed at their strength. Their stories give me hope and who doesn't need a little extra hope?
Kelly's Korner. This will be my final blog of the post. Not because I don't like any others. Simply because I have too many to post. Kelly's Korner is a great blog. She is an amazing woman of God. She also has a young daughter who has "special ears" (hearing aids) and you all know my weakness for cute girls with hearing aids!
I don't have a tumblr anymore. Nor do I ever look at Tumblr. If you have one, you should post a comment with the link and I will check it out so I can officially have my very own favorite Tumblrs. Until that happens, I will just tell you some of my favorite blogs.
Profoundly Seth. This may have been the first blog I ever started reading. I started reading it because they have a deaf son. But I keep reading it because her children are gorgeous and they are amazingly inspiring in many ways.
Blinky Moments. I love this blog. I found it by hitting the Next Blog button up there at the top. Her husband does some things that I can't help but laugh at simply because the Marine would do exactly that. They recently had a baby so that will also help keep my interest!
**Wife [Widow] of a Wounded Marine**. This blog is amazing. It's always a bit heartbreaking, just because it shows me what could happen. Reading her blog doesn't make me scared, but proud. I'm proud of all the Marines and especially those that gave everything.
A Little Pink in a World of Camo. This blog is also wonderful. She's another widow. No, I promise I'm not trying to prepare myself. I just am amazed at their strength. Their stories give me hope and who doesn't need a little extra hope?
Kelly's Korner. This will be my final blog of the post. Not because I don't like any others. Simply because I have too many to post. Kelly's Korner is a great blog. She is an amazing woman of God. She also has a young daughter who has "special ears" (hearing aids) and you all know my weakness for cute girls with hearing aids!
The Perfect Couple
I walk a fine line when writing this blog. I never know how much to put in about our relationship and who we are. If I put too many positive thoughts, then we must be living in a state of denial. If I put too many negative thoughts, I am not grateful/thankful/happy enough and I'm too bitter. But I sometimes feel as though I'm cheating this blog out of our actual relationship. So in that spirit I asked for the Marine's permission blessing to write this post. He gave it to me. Kind of.
I skim over the difficulties in our relationship on here. I try to mention them, but never go in depth about them. Who really wants to read about them anyways? I sure don't. The bad days aren't something I want to dwell on. All the same, I don't want you to get the impression that I am always great and happy about things. That I've adjusted brilliantly. I'm always happy and our relationship is always in a "honeymoon" phase.
Those things simply aren't true. If I were to tell you about what all happened in the month of December, this post would be exceptionally long. I know that because I already wrote it out and deleted it. The Marine and I fight. I mean we fight. Not little arguments over where we are eating dinner or what time we are going to Skype. No we fight. As in we aren't speaking and are ready to bite the others head off.
I planned on writing about some of the days that we suck. But now I don't want to. We have bad days, yes. But that isn't what I want to focus on and it's not what I want this blog to focus on. So while they happen, they aren't going to be what I tell you about. Not because I want you to think we have a perfect relationship. Definitely not that.
We struggle all the gosh darn time. I will do my very best on here to make sure it doesn't seem like we have a perfect relationship. I shouldn't have to try too hard to make that noticeable :) but I will also not bog you guys down with all of our hardships. Maybe every once in a while I will give you one to ponder, but for the most part probably not.
Here's to cherishing the good and remembering the happy!
I skim over the difficulties in our relationship on here. I try to mention them, but never go in depth about them. Who really wants to read about them anyways? I sure don't. The bad days aren't something I want to dwell on. All the same, I don't want you to get the impression that I am always great and happy about things. That I've adjusted brilliantly. I'm always happy and our relationship is always in a "honeymoon" phase.
Those things simply aren't true. If I were to tell you about what all happened in the month of December, this post would be exceptionally long. I know that because I already wrote it out and deleted it. The Marine and I fight. I mean we fight. Not little arguments over where we are eating dinner or what time we are going to Skype. No we fight. As in we aren't speaking and are ready to bite the others head off.
I planned on writing about some of the days that we suck. But now I don't want to. We have bad days, yes. But that isn't what I want to focus on and it's not what I want this blog to focus on. So while they happen, they aren't going to be what I tell you about. Not because I want you to think we have a perfect relationship. Definitely not that.
We struggle all the gosh darn time. I will do my very best on here to make sure it doesn't seem like we have a perfect relationship. I shouldn't have to try too hard to make that noticeable :) but I will also not bog you guys down with all of our hardships. Maybe every once in a while I will give you one to ponder, but for the most part probably not.
Here's to cherishing the good and remembering the happy!
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Back To Preschool
Day 14: Your earliest memory.
I don't know exactly what is my earliest memory. I have quite a few memories of when I was about 3-4, but I can't tell you the order in which they took place, which means, I don't remember which one happened first. Maybe my mommy will let you know.
I remember specifically a happening in pre-school where one little girl was throwing a fit. Major fit. about not getting pink bunny ears for our Easter program. I had pink bunny ears. They were just made out of construction paper, but for whatever reason they must have run out of pink. The other colors where like white, brown, and black. I recall the teacher telling us if anybody would give up our pink ears we would get a hug. I wish I could say this is when I became a good Samaritan and I've modeled the rest of my life after this life altering event. But no. I'm pretty sure my thinking was exactly along the lines of, "My pink ears are worth way more than a hug. You'll have to up your price." Safe to say, I kept my pink ears for the program.
I remember an awful dream that took place when I was young and both of my parents had left us with a babysitter to go play softball. Basically my first nightmare. Or so I assume. We were at a random house near the ball park. My two cousins were babysitting the two of us. It started out all well. Until some lady was strapped to the porch of the house while the house was on fire. My seatbelt wouldn't come undone. I don't know what else happened. Except that in my dream my parents were also at softball. Odd.
Now that I'm required to come up with memories, I can't seem to pull any out. I mean, I remember playing at preschool. Not being allowed to stay up and watch ER with my mom. Being too young to play on the tire swing at school. Sleeping on the floor in my parents room, and then being moved to the floor in my own room.
But right now, that's all I have for earliest memories. :)
I don't know exactly what is my earliest memory. I have quite a few memories of when I was about 3-4, but I can't tell you the order in which they took place, which means, I don't remember which one happened first. Maybe my mommy will let you know.
I remember specifically a happening in pre-school where one little girl was throwing a fit. Major fit. about not getting pink bunny ears for our Easter program. I had pink bunny ears. They were just made out of construction paper, but for whatever reason they must have run out of pink. The other colors where like white, brown, and black. I recall the teacher telling us if anybody would give up our pink ears we would get a hug. I wish I could say this is when I became a good Samaritan and I've modeled the rest of my life after this life altering event. But no. I'm pretty sure my thinking was exactly along the lines of, "My pink ears are worth way more than a hug. You'll have to up your price." Safe to say, I kept my pink ears for the program.
I remember an awful dream that took place when I was young and both of my parents had left us with a babysitter to go play softball. Basically my first nightmare. Or so I assume. We were at a random house near the ball park. My two cousins were babysitting the two of us. It started out all well. Until some lady was strapped to the porch of the house while the house was on fire. My seatbelt wouldn't come undone. I don't know what else happened. Except that in my dream my parents were also at softball. Odd.
Now that I'm required to come up with memories, I can't seem to pull any out. I mean, I remember playing at preschool. Not being allowed to stay up and watch ER with my mom. Being too young to play on the tire swing at school. Sleeping on the floor in my parents room, and then being moved to the floor in my own room.
But right now, that's all I have for earliest memories. :)
Friday, January 13, 2012
I'm going to...
Day 13: Somewhere you'd like to move or visit.
There are so many places I want to visit. Live? Well.. Preferably somewhere where they use ASL... But hey, I would happily learn a different sign language if I could live somewhere awesome. Like Sweden. Oh my. They have an absolutely amazing Deaf Ed set up there. I would live there just to experience that. I would love to live somewhere different, but it would be a great idea if they spoke English. Learning a new spoken and signed language wherever I go sounds too crazy. And you could tell me that I wouldn't necessarily need to learn the native sign language... But I would. Because that's who I am. :)
I want to visit a deaf community/school/village/something in a different country. Hence why I'm so determined to go to Nepal. In actuality, it doesn't have to be Nepal, it could be anywhere. That's just the one I found.
I want to move to a Marine base :) Does that count?
I'm big on travel. I would love to visit everywhere. There isn't really anywhere that I wouldn't want to visit. Except maybe North Korea. And even then, I would probably enjoy going for about 36 hours. If my safety could be guaranteed.
I'll happily take suggestions on where I should go. Where has your favorite vacation been or your favorite place to visit? State-side or elsewhere?
There are so many places I want to visit. Live? Well.. Preferably somewhere where they use ASL... But hey, I would happily learn a different sign language if I could live somewhere awesome. Like Sweden. Oh my. They have an absolutely amazing Deaf Ed set up there. I would live there just to experience that. I would love to live somewhere different, but it would be a great idea if they spoke English. Learning a new spoken and signed language wherever I go sounds too crazy. And you could tell me that I wouldn't necessarily need to learn the native sign language... But I would. Because that's who I am. :)
I want to visit a deaf community/school/village/something in a different country. Hence why I'm so determined to go to Nepal. In actuality, it doesn't have to be Nepal, it could be anywhere. That's just the one I found.
I want to move to a Marine base :) Does that count?
I'm big on travel. I would love to visit everywhere. There isn't really anywhere that I wouldn't want to visit. Except maybe North Korea. And even then, I would probably enjoy going for about 36 hours. If my safety could be guaranteed.
I'll happily take suggestions on where I should go. Where has your favorite vacation been or your favorite place to visit? State-side or elsewhere?
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Military Family?
Hi all! Most of you know me and who I am, but just in case you're from Kelly's Korner I'll give you a quick run down.
I am 19 years old and a junior at the University of Tulsa majoring in Deaf education (which I adore).
I am dating a United States Marine, simple known as the Marine around here.
We aren't a typical family. Actually, most people wouldn't consider us a family. But I have learned that families come in all shapes and sizes. We aren't a family in the sense that we have kids. Or in a sense that we have a marriage license under our belt. We're still working towards that, but we haven't got there just yet.
He is my family though. Well he is as much my family as my own family. Not to undermine my personal family, simply to boost him. His family has been a huge support system to me as I juggle school, work, and our relationship (which I'm sure could be more work than the other two combined). He is the person I turn to in every situation. He's the one person I want to talk to, love on, and support everyday. He's that first thought in the morning and the last one before I fall asleep. We are family.
We started dating well before he ever joined the Marines. Right now, he's still in school, but he should be finished with that in May where he will be stationed at his first duty station. He still has a lot to learn about his new and crazy life and I have even more to learn.
I'm currently in the middle of a 30 day challenge so the time I would normally spend blogging is used on that, so not a whole lot is happening around here, but stick around and watch our relationship grow and change as the USMC gives us a whole new perspective on everything.
I am 19 years old and a junior at the University of Tulsa majoring in Deaf education (which I adore).
I am dating a United States Marine, simple known as the Marine around here.
We aren't a typical family. Actually, most people wouldn't consider us a family. But I have learned that families come in all shapes and sizes. We aren't a family in the sense that we have kids. Or in a sense that we have a marriage license under our belt. We're still working towards that, but we haven't got there just yet.
He is my family though. Well he is as much my family as my own family. Not to undermine my personal family, simply to boost him. His family has been a huge support system to me as I juggle school, work, and our relationship (which I'm sure could be more work than the other two combined). He is the person I turn to in every situation. He's the one person I want to talk to, love on, and support everyday. He's that first thought in the morning and the last one before I fall asleep. We are family.
We started dating well before he ever joined the Marines. Right now, he's still in school, but he should be finished with that in May where he will be stationed at his first duty station. He still has a lot to learn about his new and crazy life and I have even more to learn.
I'm currently in the middle of a 30 day challenge so the time I would normally spend blogging is used on that, so not a whole lot is happening around here, but stick around and watch our relationship grow and change as the USMC gives us a whole new perspective on everything.
January 12th
Day 12: Bullet your whole day.
I feel like this is one of those days where I should have read through this before I left my room.. Oh well. We will just throw as much useless information about my day as possible.
* My first alarm went off.
* I ignored it.
* Becca told me to go back to sleep since I didn't have class until 11.
* I listened.
* My second alarm went off.
* I hit snooze.
* I didn't fall back asleep.
* I made myself a lovely bowl of cereal. And I ate it.
* My alarm went off again.
* I turned it off.
* I put real clothes on, did my hur, put on my face, brushed my teeth.
* Went to class.
* Tried really hard to pay attention.
* Went to my next class.
* Talked with my hands.
* Debated talking with my hands to myself.
* Left class.
* Headed back to my room.
* The wind blowing my hair plus the insane amount of static electricity it had in it today resulted in this:
* Read.
* Went and picked up my package.
* Went to my next class.
* Forgot my book.
* Folded paper
* Went to the library.
* Printed a syllabus.
* Went to my last class.
* Watched a Webinar
* Saw my practicum teacher from last semester.
* Gave her a hug.
* Learned McDonalds now sells popcorn chicken.
* Ate some. And actual popcorn.
* Went to yoga.
* Laughed at my inability to be quiet and respectful of the mind cleansing activities.
* Came home.
* Chillin.
Well thats my day in a nicely bulleted nutshell. :)
I feel like this is one of those days where I should have read through this before I left my room.. Oh well. We will just throw as much useless information about my day as possible.
* My first alarm went off.
* I ignored it.
* Becca told me to go back to sleep since I didn't have class until 11.
* I listened.
* My second alarm went off.
* I hit snooze.
* I didn't fall back asleep.
* I made myself a lovely bowl of cereal. And I ate it.
* My alarm went off again.
* I turned it off.
* I put real clothes on, did my hur, put on my face, brushed my teeth.
* Went to class.
* Tried really hard to pay attention.
* Went to my next class.
* Talked with my hands.
* Debated talking with my hands to myself.
* Left class.
* Headed back to my room.
* The wind blowing my hair plus the insane amount of static electricity it had in it today resulted in this:
* Read.
* Went and picked up my package.
* Went to my next class.
* Forgot my book.
* Folded paper
* Went to the library.
* Printed a syllabus.
* Went to my last class.
* Watched a Webinar
* Saw my practicum teacher from last semester.
* Gave her a hug.
* Learned McDonalds now sells popcorn chicken.
* Ate some. And actual popcorn.
* Went to yoga.
* Laughed at my inability to be quiet and respectful of the mind cleansing activities.
* Came home.
* Chillin.
Well thats my day in a nicely bulleted nutshell. :)
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Fa Ra Ra Ra Ra
Day 11: Put your iPod on shuffle and write 10 songs that pop up.
This will be impossible. I don't have an iPod that I use. Or iTunes. Or any of it. I use radios. All the time. I'm so retro. ;) Anyways, I'll write 10 songs that pop up on my radio. Cool, huh?
1. Bent by Matchbox Twenty
2. Who Says by John Mayer
3. Meet Virginia by Train
4. Superman (It's Not Easy) by Five for Fighting
5. Drink in My Hand by Eric Church
6. Your Man by Josh Turner
7. Easy by Rascal Flatts
8. Need You Now by Lady Antebellum
9. Let's Don't Call it a Night by Casey James
10. Knee Deep by Zac Brown Band
None of these are in any order. It wasn't the first ten songs. Just ten songs. I would get distracted half way through a song and forget to write down the next four that played. My bad. By there are ten songs. Useful information, huh?
This will be impossible. I don't have an iPod that I use. Or iTunes. Or any of it. I use radios. All the time. I'm so retro. ;) Anyways, I'll write 10 songs that pop up on my radio. Cool, huh?
1. Bent by Matchbox Twenty
2. Who Says by John Mayer
3. Meet Virginia by Train
4. Superman (It's Not Easy) by Five for Fighting
5. Drink in My Hand by Eric Church
6. Your Man by Josh Turner
7. Easy by Rascal Flatts
8. Need You Now by Lady Antebellum
9. Let's Don't Call it a Night by Casey James
10. Knee Deep by Zac Brown Band
None of these are in any order. It wasn't the first ten songs. Just ten songs. I would get distracted half way through a song and forget to write down the next four that played. My bad. By there are ten songs. Useful information, huh?
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Love and Kisses
Day 10: Discuss your first love and your first kiss.
Shut the front door. This is going to be rather.... interesting. Let's start with my first kiss. That is much simpler.
I was 12. A big bad 7th grader. I'm also fairly certain that I was in the minority on not having been kissed by this point in time, so no telling me I was too little. Yes. Twelve sounds incredibly young, but people are having babies at 14 so... I'm good.
There I was. A 7th grader. Starting out young on the long distance relationships. Granted it was only 30 minutes, but when neither participant is close to driving age, distance is distance. His name was David. He was my very first official boyfriend. Unless you count the boy I dated for a recess period in 4th grade. Until I got scared my mom would be mad, so I made my friends break it easy to him.
We dated for a whopping 5 months, which was my longest relationship until I was a sophomore in high school. My first kiss took place in the Barron Theatre. The movie "Are We There, Yet?" was playing. I think. With the two of us and all of his friends and my sister, we took up nearly a whole row. If not a whole row. His friends rooted us on. Two quick pecks and it was back to the movie for us.
That was that.
My first love. That's a bit trickier. I can't say I harbor any feelings for him. My heart isn't broken. I'm not in depression about it. It's just.. Well.. I do not care. Let's see if I can properly explain with a brief description of my first love*.
*Because of my age and the way the relationship went, I can't say that it was technically a first love. The way I love the Marine is so very different than how I felt about this boy. It's so much deeper. It's so much more real. I'm not saying I didn't love the other, but it wasn't even close to what I have with the Marine. This is what I want for the rest of forever, not that. That was a weak imitation.
I was 14 when we started dating. Just finished my freshman year in high school. I didn't seriously date anybody that first year and so I figured I would give it a shot. What can it hurt?
His name was Eric. He was three years older than me. I've always had a thing for older boys, clearly. We dated for almost 2.5 years. It was a long time. He left to go to college after the first year, so as I said, long distance relationships have never been a stranger for me.
In these 2.5 years, he told me he didn't love me and if I didn't change my ways he was going to leave, no questions asked (please understand, being young, I went ahead with this plan. No. I will never do that again, I am me. Take it or leave it, but I'm not changing for anybody but me). That was at the one year mark. At the 18 month mark, he told me he didn't really like who I was. He loved me, but he didn't like me. I basically told him to make up his mind because I wasn't playing his games. At almost two years, he cheated on me. After taking him back and struggling with trust issues, at 2.5 years he told me he didn't know if he loved me or not. And I walked away.
It was a fight the entire two years. He beat me down (not physically) and made me feel as though it wasn't exactly possible for somebody to actually like me for me. Because I'm fairly hard-headed, it only sank in a bit.
We had our good times, yes. Because if we didn't, it would have been easy to leave. I was young. I was naive. I thought I knew everything there is to know. To be honest though, the good times didn't stick. The bad times. The ones where I was broken. Those are the things I remember.
He hurt me. Not because we split and my heart was broken. He hurt me because I trusted him. I put my trust in somebody that failed me repeatedly. I don't wish bad things on him. I hope he has grown up. I hope he never treats somebody like that again. I hope he finds somebody who matches him. I just hope I never have to deal with him. But if I do? I will be sure to do it with a smile.
Why?
Because I have grown. I have learned. I have changed. I am better now than I ever was then. I am happy. Happier than he ever saw me. I am me. And I love every minute of it.
And I thank the Marine for part of that. He is a true blessing. But you all know that already, don't you?
Shut the front door. This is going to be rather.... interesting. Let's start with my first kiss. That is much simpler.
I was 12. A big bad 7th grader. I'm also fairly certain that I was in the minority on not having been kissed by this point in time, so no telling me I was too little. Yes. Twelve sounds incredibly young, but people are having babies at 14 so... I'm good.
There I was. A 7th grader. Starting out young on the long distance relationships. Granted it was only 30 minutes, but when neither participant is close to driving age, distance is distance. His name was David. He was my very first official boyfriend. Unless you count the boy I dated for a recess period in 4th grade. Until I got scared my mom would be mad, so I made my friends break it easy to him.
We dated for a whopping 5 months, which was my longest relationship until I was a sophomore in high school. My first kiss took place in the Barron Theatre. The movie "Are We There, Yet?" was playing. I think. With the two of us and all of his friends and my sister, we took up nearly a whole row. If not a whole row. His friends rooted us on. Two quick pecks and it was back to the movie for us.
That was that.
My first love. That's a bit trickier. I can't say I harbor any feelings for him. My heart isn't broken. I'm not in depression about it. It's just.. Well.. I do not care. Let's see if I can properly explain with a brief description of my first love*.
*Because of my age and the way the relationship went, I can't say that it was technically a first love. The way I love the Marine is so very different than how I felt about this boy. It's so much deeper. It's so much more real. I'm not saying I didn't love the other, but it wasn't even close to what I have with the Marine. This is what I want for the rest of forever, not that. That was a weak imitation.
I was 14 when we started dating. Just finished my freshman year in high school. I didn't seriously date anybody that first year and so I figured I would give it a shot. What can it hurt?
His name was Eric. He was three years older than me. I've always had a thing for older boys, clearly. We dated for almost 2.5 years. It was a long time. He left to go to college after the first year, so as I said, long distance relationships have never been a stranger for me.
In these 2.5 years, he told me he didn't love me and if I didn't change my ways he was going to leave, no questions asked (please understand, being young, I went ahead with this plan. No. I will never do that again, I am me. Take it or leave it, but I'm not changing for anybody but me). That was at the one year mark. At the 18 month mark, he told me he didn't really like who I was. He loved me, but he didn't like me. I basically told him to make up his mind because I wasn't playing his games. At almost two years, he cheated on me. After taking him back and struggling with trust issues, at 2.5 years he told me he didn't know if he loved me or not. And I walked away.
It was a fight the entire two years. He beat me down (not physically) and made me feel as though it wasn't exactly possible for somebody to actually like me for me. Because I'm fairly hard-headed, it only sank in a bit.
We had our good times, yes. Because if we didn't, it would have been easy to leave. I was young. I was naive. I thought I knew everything there is to know. To be honest though, the good times didn't stick. The bad times. The ones where I was broken. Those are the things I remember.
He hurt me. Not because we split and my heart was broken. He hurt me because I trusted him. I put my trust in somebody that failed me repeatedly. I don't wish bad things on him. I hope he has grown up. I hope he never treats somebody like that again. I hope he finds somebody who matches him. I just hope I never have to deal with him. But if I do? I will be sure to do it with a smile.
Why?
Because I have grown. I have learned. I have changed. I am better now than I ever was then. I am happy. Happier than he ever saw me. I am me. And I love every minute of it.
And I thank the Marine for part of that. He is a true blessing. But you all know that already, don't you?
Monday, January 9, 2012
Ketchup
I keep meaning to write about every thing that has happened in the last couple weeks and update the world on my activities, but I'm just not that motivated, yet. Maybe tomorrow. But probably not. My guess is that this weekend will be my best opportunity. 8 AM chem class and a full day of class tomorrow ends up with an exhausted girl. I will eventually play catch-up though and you won't have to be ridden down by boring ol' 30 day challenge posts. Promise!
Year 3000
Day 09: How you hope your future is like.
This will be pretty similar to Day 2 when I wrote about where I wanted to be in 10 years. But I'll attempt to stretch it out a bit and go beyond my 20s.
Since we already decided that I want to probably have my masters in something, be married and have children, and be happy, I think we can move on a bit.
In my future I see many children. Hopefully all of these children are not mine, but who knows ;) I want to have my own biological babies, but I also want to adopt, too. Students are a big portion of the children I see in my future.
I also see a lot of student loans to be paid back. I want to have those paid off before I die so my grandbabies don't have to worry about that.
I hope for a job that allows me to move often and not be stuck in one place. Even if this is as little as living in one town and working all around that town and not in a room all day everyday, or if it's moving towns/cities every few years.
Let's go with, I hope to be happy. Again. Because what else really matters? Surely not the car I'm driving, the amount of money in my pocket, or how many likes I get on my status.
This will be pretty similar to Day 2 when I wrote about where I wanted to be in 10 years. But I'll attempt to stretch it out a bit and go beyond my 20s.
Since we already decided that I want to probably have my masters in something, be married and have children, and be happy, I think we can move on a bit.
In my future I see many children. Hopefully all of these children are not mine, but who knows ;) I want to have my own biological babies, but I also want to adopt, too. Students are a big portion of the children I see in my future.
I also see a lot of student loans to be paid back. I want to have those paid off before I die so my grandbabies don't have to worry about that.
I hope for a job that allows me to move often and not be stuck in one place. Even if this is as little as living in one town and working all around that town and not in a room all day everyday, or if it's moving towns/cities every few years.
Let's go with, I hope to be happy. Again. Because what else really matters? Surely not the car I'm driving, the amount of money in my pocket, or how many likes I get on my status.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Satisfaction
Day 08: A moment when you felt the most satisfied with your life.
I'm not actually sure where to start on this one. It's not that I've never been satisfied. It's also not that I have a plethora of satisfying moments to choose from. I'm overall very happy with my life and there is rarely a time that I'm not happy with how things are going. I can't say right now, because of course, I'm always more satisfied with life when the Marine isn't halfway across the US.
Hmpfh. I have no idea. We'll go with the Marine's family day at boot camp. I was pretty satisfied. Emotional, too.
In reality, I'm always happy with how my life is going. No. I don't always like every thing happening. Yes. I wish I could change some things, but I can't. So I just tend to be happy through the ups and the downs, because you don't get another moment like this one.
Ta-da! Ended with a cornball moment. Go me!
I'm not actually sure where to start on this one. It's not that I've never been satisfied. It's also not that I have a plethora of satisfying moments to choose from. I'm overall very happy with my life and there is rarely a time that I'm not happy with how things are going. I can't say right now, because of course, I'm always more satisfied with life when the Marine isn't halfway across the US.
Hmpfh. I have no idea. We'll go with the Marine's family day at boot camp. I was pretty satisfied. Emotional, too.
In reality, I'm always happy with how my life is going. No. I don't always like every thing happening. Yes. I wish I could change some things, but I can't. So I just tend to be happy through the ups and the downs, because you don't get another moment like this one.
Ta-da! Ended with a cornball moment. Go me!
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Gemini
Day 07: Your zodiac sign and if you think it fits your personality.
Click here to see the website that I used
I'm a Gemini, for starters. Actually with the change in zodiac signs, I may be something new. Who really cares. I'm going to stick with Gemini. At least it isn't tattooed on my body, just in case somebody really does care.
The above website has way too much information on zodiac signs and their supposed personalities. I actually found it kind of funny to read. The consistent misspellings really adds to the credibility ;)
Since I'm supposed to tell you if I think it fits me, we'll get on that.
One downfall of Gemini is their superficiality. Instead of looking deep into a person's real qualities, Gemini will judge a person by the way they treat them.
Yep. How you treat me will definitely be how I judge you. Which I must say, doesn't really sound all that bad. Not exactly superficial. I mean hey, at least I'm not judging you by the color of your eyes, length of your fingernails, or the leash you walk your dog with.
My strengths:
- Energetic
- Clever
- Imaginative
- Witty
- Adaptable
My weaknesses:
- Superficial
- Impulsive
- Restless
- Devious
- Indecisive
I'm going with a definitely on the weaknesses. Strengths? Meh. I'm not the best judge of myself so I can't exactly tell you. I will say that adaptable is probably correct. Although, it may take me a moment or two, I'm pretty good with adapting.
Gemini are extremely independent. They will not be pinned down by anyone or any rules. They need to experience the world on their own.
Hint hint Dad. Experience the world on their own..
It also goes on to say Gemini's are nosy (yep), curious about the world around them (more so everyday), and the ultimate social butterfly (uh..).
She tends to poke and prod at the emotions and the minds of those who are mentally slower then her.
Not to call any of you "mentally slower" than the quick minded Gemini that I am, but I find this to be exceptionally true. The Marine will probably roll his eyes at this. And I will forever be accusing him of being mentally slower than me as I poke and prod at his emotions. :)
Let's see what else I can find... I am having way too much fun with this.
Gemini women love it when a man grabs their hand and kisses it, like a princess.
Like a princess. Precisely. Bahaha.
Gemini would rather be naive then know the depressing truth, they do not want anything putting a damper on their freedom or positive energy.
Wrong. I want to know it all. Being naive or in dark upsets me.
Apparently I'm a Gemini. It may not be exactly right, but I would say a good part of it is true. I especially like the end where it claims Gemini is not for the faint of heart. ;)
Click here to see the website that I used
I'm a Gemini, for starters. Actually with the change in zodiac signs, I may be something new. Who really cares. I'm going to stick with Gemini. At least it isn't tattooed on my body, just in case somebody really does care.
The above website has way too much information on zodiac signs and their supposed personalities. I actually found it kind of funny to read. The consistent misspellings really adds to the credibility ;)
Since I'm supposed to tell you if I think it fits me, we'll get on that.
One downfall of Gemini is their superficiality. Instead of looking deep into a person's real qualities, Gemini will judge a person by the way they treat them.
Yep. How you treat me will definitely be how I judge you. Which I must say, doesn't really sound all that bad. Not exactly superficial. I mean hey, at least I'm not judging you by the color of your eyes, length of your fingernails, or the leash you walk your dog with.
My strengths:
- Energetic
- Clever
- Imaginative
- Witty
- Adaptable
My weaknesses:
- Superficial
- Impulsive
- Restless
- Devious
- Indecisive
I'm going with a definitely on the weaknesses. Strengths? Meh. I'm not the best judge of myself so I can't exactly tell you. I will say that adaptable is probably correct. Although, it may take me a moment or two, I'm pretty good with adapting.
Gemini are extremely independent. They will not be pinned down by anyone or any rules. They need to experience the world on their own.
Hint hint Dad. Experience the world on their own..
It also goes on to say Gemini's are nosy (yep), curious about the world around them (more so everyday), and the ultimate social butterfly (uh..).
She tends to poke and prod at the emotions and the minds of those who are mentally slower then her.
Not to call any of you "mentally slower" than the quick minded Gemini that I am, but I find this to be exceptionally true. The Marine will probably roll his eyes at this. And I will forever be accusing him of being mentally slower than me as I poke and prod at his emotions. :)
Let's see what else I can find... I am having way too much fun with this.
Gemini women love it when a man grabs their hand and kisses it, like a princess.
Like a princess. Precisely. Bahaha.
Gemini would rather be naive then know the depressing truth, they do not want anything putting a damper on their freedom or positive energy.
Wrong. I want to know it all. Being naive or in dark upsets me.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Interessant
Day 06: Write 30 interesting facts about yourself.
I'm just going to lay it out there. This is going to be awful. I may never reach 30 things. It may take forever. I'm just straight up not that interesting.
1. Webbed toes run in my family. Or something. I don't have them. But I guess they just skip two generations. We'll see when I have grandkids.
2. I can cook and bake. And, generally, I'm not too bad at it. I just don't like the clean up part, so I refuse to do it.
3. I have read The Hunger Games twice. Both times I read it in one night.
4. I have three nieces and one nephew. They aren't actually mine, but I consider them mine.
5. I know how to knit. Haha. Okay. No. That makes me seem knowledgeable. I have knitting needles and when I finish something, I'll show you.
6. Because my birthday is in June, I will have a college degree before I'm legal to drink alcohol.
7. I broke my arm in bicycle safety in 3rd grade. Spent a week in the hospital in 4th grade because of asthma I didn't know I had. And broke my arm roller blading on my paper route in 5th grade. Safe to say I was waiting for danger to happen in 6th grade.
Alright. I'm at a complete standstill as far as interesting facts go. Even those weren't very interesting. All the same. Let's throw in some completely dull and boring facts to speed up this process.
8. My favorite color is blue. I tried to convince myself to change it once, but I guess it's harder to do than just motivation because I'm back to blue.
9. There was a time in my life where my big toes where shorter than my second toe. I hated it. I think God had mercy on me because my toes are now in perfect AT&T order. Or close.
10. I made a bet with my dad in 5th or 6th grade that I would out grow him. $5. He still hasn't paid up. And I am taller.
11. I used to spend time in weight lifting hanging out in the wrestling room doing tripods just for entertainment. You know. Where you put your head and hands on the ground. Then rest your knees on your elbows. Yep. Just chilling...
12. I have two children. Both are bears. They are stuffed. They rock. They don't talk back, sass me, need fed, or diaper changes.
13. I'm probably the best option my parents have for grandchildren. :) Love you, J.
14. I didn't understand pinterest for the longest time. Perhaps just because I was following too few people. And then one day, it clicked. My life hasn't been the same since. I think I pinned 300 things in a matter of days.
15. I can't draw, sing, dance, or do anything crafty or artistic. Oh well.
16. I blame my inability to run on the fact that when my mom was in cross country, she hid behind a tree instead of running the race.
17. One of my favorite things as a kid was going to Grima's house, making play-doh and popcorn. Ooo. And donuts. Actually, all of these still apply now. Grima's house is the best.
18. I lost all four of my front teeth within a matter of days. Around Thanksgiving. Corn on the cob was not acceptable that year.
19. Snuggling is my favorite. With babies, my monsters, girlfriends, the boyfriend. Doesn't matter. I mean, yes. I prefer a couple people. Or babies. But all will do.
20. I don't like shaving my legs. If I do it, feel honored. But don't be surprised when they're hairy.
21. I am absolutely fantastic at saving money. Just as good at spending it. But I prefer to buy things for other people.
22. My sister locked me in the bathroom with her when we were small. So small that I have to rely on other people to tell me this story since I was just celebrating my 1st Christmas. But I guess they had to take the doorknob off because she couldn't unlock it.
23. My sister also gave me my first black eye. Flying books. Darn things.
24. I hate clowns. Well... I did. Now I don't hate them, but I'm not giving my kids clown birthday parties that's for sure.
25. I would so much rather be deaf than blind. Tell me you would miss hearing music. I'll tell you seeing my baby's face and seeing them smile outweighs music any day. Plus I like the language. And I would kind of be out a job if I was blind...
26. Things that go bump in the night still scare me. At least, some of the time. A good reason why I enjoy snuggling.
27. I do not like long distance relationships. But I like my boyfriend more.
28. I hate mornings. Love nights. Hate mornings. Sleep is way too wonderful to be disturbed by a darn alarm clock. Ugh.
29. I want to ride a giraffe. Or at least feed one a carrot.
30. I am honestly shocked at myself that I finished this within the 24 hour time slot. Go me!
I'm sorry that my "facts" were so interesting that you are now upset they are finished. I'm teasing. Perhaps I'll pick up some hobbies and what not to put some intrigue back into my life. :)
I'm just going to lay it out there. This is going to be awful. I may never reach 30 things. It may take forever. I'm just straight up not that interesting.
1. Webbed toes run in my family. Or something. I don't have them. But I guess they just skip two generations. We'll see when I have grandkids.
2. I can cook and bake. And, generally, I'm not too bad at it. I just don't like the clean up part, so I refuse to do it.
3. I have read The Hunger Games twice. Both times I read it in one night.
4. I have three nieces and one nephew. They aren't actually mine, but I consider them mine.
5. I know how to knit. Haha. Okay. No. That makes me seem knowledgeable. I have knitting needles and when I finish something, I'll show you.
6. Because my birthday is in June, I will have a college degree before I'm legal to drink alcohol.
7. I broke my arm in bicycle safety in 3rd grade. Spent a week in the hospital in 4th grade because of asthma I didn't know I had. And broke my arm roller blading on my paper route in 5th grade. Safe to say I was waiting for danger to happen in 6th grade.
Alright. I'm at a complete standstill as far as interesting facts go. Even those weren't very interesting. All the same. Let's throw in some completely dull and boring facts to speed up this process.
8. My favorite color is blue. I tried to convince myself to change it once, but I guess it's harder to do than just motivation because I'm back to blue.
9. There was a time in my life where my big toes where shorter than my second toe. I hated it. I think God had mercy on me because my toes are now in perfect AT&T order. Or close.
10. I made a bet with my dad in 5th or 6th grade that I would out grow him. $5. He still hasn't paid up. And I am taller.
11. I used to spend time in weight lifting hanging out in the wrestling room doing tripods just for entertainment. You know. Where you put your head and hands on the ground. Then rest your knees on your elbows. Yep. Just chilling...
12. I have two children. Both are bears. They are stuffed. They rock. They don't talk back, sass me, need fed, or diaper changes.
13. I'm probably the best option my parents have for grandchildren. :) Love you, J.
14. I didn't understand pinterest for the longest time. Perhaps just because I was following too few people. And then one day, it clicked. My life hasn't been the same since. I think I pinned 300 things in a matter of days.
15. I can't draw, sing, dance, or do anything crafty or artistic. Oh well.
16. I blame my inability to run on the fact that when my mom was in cross country, she hid behind a tree instead of running the race.
17. One of my favorite things as a kid was going to Grima's house, making play-doh and popcorn. Ooo. And donuts. Actually, all of these still apply now. Grima's house is the best.
18. I lost all four of my front teeth within a matter of days. Around Thanksgiving. Corn on the cob was not acceptable that year.
19. Snuggling is my favorite. With babies, my monsters, girlfriends, the boyfriend. Doesn't matter. I mean, yes. I prefer a couple people. Or babies. But all will do.
20. I don't like shaving my legs. If I do it, feel honored. But don't be surprised when they're hairy.
21. I am absolutely fantastic at saving money. Just as good at spending it. But I prefer to buy things for other people.
22. My sister locked me in the bathroom with her when we were small. So small that I have to rely on other people to tell me this story since I was just celebrating my 1st Christmas. But I guess they had to take the doorknob off because she couldn't unlock it.
23. My sister also gave me my first black eye. Flying books. Darn things.
24. I hate clowns. Well... I did. Now I don't hate them, but I'm not giving my kids clown birthday parties that's for sure.
25. I would so much rather be deaf than blind. Tell me you would miss hearing music. I'll tell you seeing my baby's face and seeing them smile outweighs music any day. Plus I like the language. And I would kind of be out a job if I was blind...
26. Things that go bump in the night still scare me. At least, some of the time. A good reason why I enjoy snuggling.
27. I do not like long distance relationships. But I like my boyfriend more.
28. I hate mornings. Love nights. Hate mornings. Sleep is way too wonderful to be disturbed by a darn alarm clock. Ugh.
29. I want to ride a giraffe. Or at least feed one a carrot.
30. I am honestly shocked at myself that I finished this within the 24 hour time slot. Go me!
I'm sorry that my "facts" were so interesting that you are now upset they are finished. I'm teasing. Perhaps I'll pick up some hobbies and what not to put some intrigue back into my life. :)
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Another one bites the dust
Day 05: A time when you thought about ending your own life.
What a delightfully morbid topic today. If we're completely honest, and why wouldn't we be, I have never seriously considered suicide. Yes. I have given thought to how I would do it, but that was purely out of boredom and curiosity rather than desire to die. No. I have no idea how on Earth I would actually pull of such a stunt. No. I have no intentions of ever committing suicide. I like myself way too much for that nonsense.
What a delightfully morbid topic today. If we're completely honest, and why wouldn't we be, I have never seriously considered suicide. Yes. I have given thought to how I would do it, but that was purely out of boredom and curiosity rather than desire to die. No. I have no idea how on Earth I would actually pull of such a stunt. No. I have no intentions of ever committing suicide. I like myself way too much for that nonsense.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Jesus Loves the Little Children
Day 04: Your views on religion.
I haven't exactly been looking forward to this post. Not because I have controversial views or I'm scared of what people think, but because I know that one wrong word can cause a complete lecture from some people. I could write and rewrite this post over and over again, but no matter what I say there will be that one thing that just isn't right in the eyes of the reader and they will jump down my throat.
Please don't do that. I would hate to harbor negative feelings against you.
I believe in God. I believe that my God and your God may be slightly different. I believe in a loving, caring, and forgiving God. I also believe that people can get a bit radical. No, I don't feel that there is any such thing as too much Jesus, but I do feel that people can easily overwhelm others with their ideas. I do not appreciate people shoving their ideas down my throat, and religions that act that way are not my style. I found a church that I adore. I love the people. I love everything about it. I know there are people that feel at home in the extremely radical churches as I do in my own. That's fine with me. I don't believe my religion is better than anyone else's. I truly believe that diversity makes everything better.
I haven't exactly been looking forward to this post. Not because I have controversial views or I'm scared of what people think, but because I know that one wrong word can cause a complete lecture from some people. I could write and rewrite this post over and over again, but no matter what I say there will be that one thing that just isn't right in the eyes of the reader and they will jump down my throat.
Please don't do that. I would hate to harbor negative feelings against you.
I believe in God. I believe that my God and your God may be slightly different. I believe in a loving, caring, and forgiving God. I also believe that people can get a bit radical. No, I don't feel that there is any such thing as too much Jesus, but I do feel that people can easily overwhelm others with their ideas. I do not appreciate people shoving their ideas down my throat, and religions that act that way are not my style. I found a church that I adore. I love the people. I love everything about it. I know there are people that feel at home in the extremely radical churches as I do in my own. That's fine with me. I don't believe my religion is better than anyone else's. I truly believe that diversity makes everything better.
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Moving on up!
Before I forget, I better document this.
The Marine has officially been promoted to a Lance Corporal. Yesterday. Go him! If you see him, give him a miniature round of applause. Make him just slightly uncomfortable. It makes me smile.
Then kick him for not getting pictures of the magical ceremony.
But seriously, you rock, Marine. Keep up the fantabulous work. I'm sure that rocker will look beautiful on you.
I'm proud of you!
The Marine has officially been promoted to a Lance Corporal. Yesterday. Go him! If you see him, give him a miniature round of applause. Make him just slightly uncomfortable. It makes me smile.
Then kick him for not getting pictures of the magical ceremony.
But seriously, you rock, Marine. Keep up the fantabulous work. I'm sure that rocker will look beautiful on you.
I'm proud of you!
Normal is for Babies
Disclaimer: This was written in the wee hours of the morning when unicorns exist, Santa feeds gnomes to Rudolph, and infants discuss nuclear physics. If it makes no sense, just shake your head, or your fist, and move on. :)
There I was. Laying down and trying to go to sleep for the 14th time tonight. My body is going to kill me when it's time to go back to school and I have to wake up at a decent, indecent if you ask me, time to get to class. I was thinking of the most recent dream in which the Marine was killed. New Years day I woke up at 0600 with that nightmare fresh behind my eyelids. I'm seriously hoping that isn't a sign for how 2012 is going to go. Not cool.
A thought ran through my head about getting back on track and getting my life back to normal. I'm pretty sure I laughed. My life is not quite normal, and by the looks of it, it's not ever going to be normal. The thought, though, brought me back to a conversation I had with the Marine earlier in the day.
I wanted to ask the Marine about the future. I like to pretend he's psychic and see what kind of nonsense he can come up with. Okay. I tease you. I was really thinking about graduate school and I wanted to know his thoughts on such an adventure. If I were dead set on going to graduate school right now, his opinion would mean very little. Not to be rude, but once I get my head onto some sort of idea, I rarely let go (hint, hint, Dad, I'm not giving up on this trip to Nepal..). Problem is, I'm not set on graduate school being the right idea right now. I have no idea where I will be in a year and a half.
The smartest solution I could come up with was to ask the Marine, clearly I'm not firing on all pistons. His wise words to help me solve my problem were, I did what I wanted and you had to deal with it. Oh thanks. That's helpful. In absolutely no way.
It did get me to thinking. Just not about graduate school. More about life. Which is always a dangerous topic. (Just a random side note, I just found my water bottle in bed with me, life is complete). My life isn't normal. I make plans based on a relationship as often, if not more, than I do on myself. For married couples, this is probably normal. For 19 year old college students, not so much.
If I so chose, I could have a normal life. I could back right on out of this relationship. Go to graduate school, or not, based on what I feel and want. Do things my way and my way alone. Marry myself a banker. Pick a city to live in. Picket fence, white in color. Little kids running around. It's an option still in my life. It will always be there. Even if I refuse to pick it, it's there. Except, I may not get a banker exactly. The Marine doesn't have that option any more. He gave up what most people would consider a normal life for something quite opposite.
Ask the Marine's little/big brother.
I signed up for this.
Ask me.
I was drafted.
Either way, it's a life I wasn't prepared for. A lifestyle I didn't ask for. Something I didn't want. It's not the normal I had planned, but that's okay. It's a life full of blessings. A lifestyle overflowing with pride and honor. Something I can't see myself without. Life throws you for loops. Everything changes. Too much stays the same. But in the end, it goes on.
On the bright side, I would happily (I might even skip) give up the classic normal in exchange for seeing the Marine in his cammies and Dress Blues more often (hint, hint, play dress up for me, Marine!).
Nope. I have no idea how I got from nightmares to graduate school to a normal life... It was kind of like 9 stories pieced together in one post. Just think of it as a quilt. Or a mosaic. Don't judge the sleep deprived.
There I was. Laying down and trying to go to sleep for the 14th time tonight. My body is going to kill me when it's time to go back to school and I have to wake up at a decent, indecent if you ask me, time to get to class. I was thinking of the most recent dream in which the Marine was killed. New Years day I woke up at 0600 with that nightmare fresh behind my eyelids. I'm seriously hoping that isn't a sign for how 2012 is going to go. Not cool.
A thought ran through my head about getting back on track and getting my life back to normal. I'm pretty sure I laughed. My life is not quite normal, and by the looks of it, it's not ever going to be normal. The thought, though, brought me back to a conversation I had with the Marine earlier in the day.
I wanted to ask the Marine about the future. I like to pretend he's psychic and see what kind of nonsense he can come up with. Okay. I tease you. I was really thinking about graduate school and I wanted to know his thoughts on such an adventure. If I were dead set on going to graduate school right now, his opinion would mean very little. Not to be rude, but once I get my head onto some sort of idea, I rarely let go (hint, hint, Dad, I'm not giving up on this trip to Nepal..). Problem is, I'm not set on graduate school being the right idea right now. I have no idea where I will be in a year and a half.
The smartest solution I could come up with was to ask the Marine, clearly I'm not firing on all pistons. His wise words to help me solve my problem were, I did what I wanted and you had to deal with it. Oh thanks. That's helpful. In absolutely no way.
It did get me to thinking. Just not about graduate school. More about life. Which is always a dangerous topic. (Just a random side note, I just found my water bottle in bed with me, life is complete). My life isn't normal. I make plans based on a relationship as often, if not more, than I do on myself. For married couples, this is probably normal. For 19 year old college students, not so much.
If I so chose, I could have a normal life. I could back right on out of this relationship. Go to graduate school, or not, based on what I feel and want. Do things my way and my way alone. Marry myself a banker. Pick a city to live in. Picket fence, white in color. Little kids running around. It's an option still in my life. It will always be there. Even if I refuse to pick it, it's there. Except, I may not get a banker exactly. The Marine doesn't have that option any more. He gave up what most people would consider a normal life for something quite opposite.
Ask the Marine's little/big brother.
I signed up for this.
Ask me.
I was drafted.
Either way, it's a life I wasn't prepared for. A lifestyle I didn't ask for. Something I didn't want. It's not the normal I had planned, but that's okay. It's a life full of blessings. A lifestyle overflowing with pride and honor. Something I can't see myself without. Life throws you for loops. Everything changes. Too much stays the same. But in the end, it goes on.
On the bright side, I would happily (I might even skip) give up the classic normal in exchange for seeing the Marine in his cammies and Dress Blues more often (hint, hint, play dress up for me, Marine!).
Nope. I have no idea how I got from nightmares to graduate school to a normal life... It was kind of like 9 stories pieced together in one post. Just think of it as a quilt. Or a mosaic. Don't judge the sleep deprived.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Getting Hyphy
Day 03: Your views on drugs and alcohol.
I should preface this by saying that I grew up in a small town in Kansas. The entertainment for high school students is limited and quite a bit of drinking takes place well before the legal age. I'm not saying that makes it right, but I am saying that it's what happens.
While I have avoided any and all types of drugs in my lifetime, I can't say the same for alcohol. I went through a stage in high school where I was going out and drinking. I went through that phase pretty quickly and now I really have no desire to drink. My views on alcohol are not bad. I feel that people have often abused it, but I don't honestly have a problem with people drinking. My biggest concern with alcohol is the decisions that people make when they are drunk.
Drugs? Oh I've never touched those. I can't think of a single drug that I would give my consent on. I think they are all a pretty good way to set your life on a downward spiral. At the same time, that is not my decision to make for everybody else.
I should preface this by saying that I grew up in a small town in Kansas. The entertainment for high school students is limited and quite a bit of drinking takes place well before the legal age. I'm not saying that makes it right, but I am saying that it's what happens.
While I have avoided any and all types of drugs in my lifetime, I can't say the same for alcohol. I went through a stage in high school where I was going out and drinking. I went through that phase pretty quickly and now I really have no desire to drink. My views on alcohol are not bad. I feel that people have often abused it, but I don't honestly have a problem with people drinking. My biggest concern with alcohol is the decisions that people make when they are drunk.
Drugs? Oh I've never touched those. I can't think of a single drug that I would give my consent on. I think they are all a pretty good way to set your life on a downward spiral. At the same time, that is not my decision to make for everybody else.
Monday, January 2, 2012
10 Years
Day 02: Where you would like to be in 10 years.
10 years? That's a ways off. I'm not even sure what I want out of next year, or two years from now, but I'm sure I can come up with something. I would love to have my Masters in something by this point in time. I still have no idea what I would want to get my Masters in, but I still have a little bit of time to figure that out. My main goals are to be happy, though. Cheesy, I know, but that's really all I'm going for in this lifetime. I just want to be happy in whatever situation I'm in. I would love to be married with kids in 10 years and considering I'll be closing in on 30 at that point in time, I can definitely see that being possible. I hope to be teaching or working in some way. Ideally, I want to work in the community more than in a classroom, but I would easily be pleased in either place. I hope to have traveled some more. I want to volunteer in other countries. I want to see other cultures. This is also something I want my kids to see and experience, so hopefully I will be able to take my kids and help them experience these things as well.
Ten years is quite some time, but I can imagine it will fly and I'll look back and wonder what happened to my 20s. Hopefully, I'm just proud to be me. Whoever that may be at that point in time!
10 years? That's a ways off. I'm not even sure what I want out of next year, or two years from now, but I'm sure I can come up with something. I would love to have my Masters in something by this point in time. I still have no idea what I would want to get my Masters in, but I still have a little bit of time to figure that out. My main goals are to be happy, though. Cheesy, I know, but that's really all I'm going for in this lifetime. I just want to be happy in whatever situation I'm in. I would love to be married with kids in 10 years and considering I'll be closing in on 30 at that point in time, I can definitely see that being possible. I hope to be teaching or working in some way. Ideally, I want to work in the community more than in a classroom, but I would easily be pleased in either place. I hope to have traveled some more. I want to volunteer in other countries. I want to see other cultures. This is also something I want my kids to see and experience, so hopefully I will be able to take my kids and help them experience these things as well.
Ten years is quite some time, but I can imagine it will fly and I'll look back and wonder what happened to my 20s. Hopefully, I'm just proud to be me. Whoever that may be at that point in time!
Sunday, January 1, 2012
New Years Resolution
Now is the time to jot down on a napkin what we are all planning on doing different this year that we didn't manage to do last year.
Join a gym.
Eat healthier.
Spend more time with friends/family/insert other person here.
Be a better person.
Stop spending so much money.
The list goes on. People love to take advantage of this day in history to begin a new story. I can't exactly say that I blame them. To take a new year as a new start and change your life in a way that you perhaps have been meaning to. Really, I enjoy the idea.
But for me? Ha. No. We all know I'm not going to keep up with a resolution. I have made resolutions in the past and then I fail and I feel like I have let myself down. This year (and for a few years in the past) I am skipping the disappointment and just not making a resolution. That doesn't mean I'm not going to attempt to better myself and do something new, it just means I'm definitely not writing it down.
This year, I'm making a few different goals for myself. Granted, I haven't actually gone to the trouble of making most of these goals, but the idea is there.
1. I want to run a 5k. This is a spring semester goal. Before I get home for the summer I want to have completed this one.
2. Finish my second Ruckus run in under 1 hour.
I'm hoping to make a few more since both of those will be completed by May if I actually get around to that 5k.
For all of you that did make resolutions, I wish you the best! If you want, I'll be your personal cheerleader and encourage you throughout the year!
Join a gym.
Eat healthier.
Spend more time with friends/family/insert other person here.
Be a better person.
Stop spending so much money.
The list goes on. People love to take advantage of this day in history to begin a new story. I can't exactly say that I blame them. To take a new year as a new start and change your life in a way that you perhaps have been meaning to. Really, I enjoy the idea.
But for me? Ha. No. We all know I'm not going to keep up with a resolution. I have made resolutions in the past and then I fail and I feel like I have let myself down. This year (and for a few years in the past) I am skipping the disappointment and just not making a resolution. That doesn't mean I'm not going to attempt to better myself and do something new, it just means I'm definitely not writing it down.
This year, I'm making a few different goals for myself. Granted, I haven't actually gone to the trouble of making most of these goals, but the idea is there.
1. I want to run a 5k. This is a spring semester goal. Before I get home for the summer I want to have completed this one.
2. Finish my second Ruckus run in under 1 hour.
I'm hoping to make a few more since both of those will be completed by May if I actually get around to that 5k.
For all of you that did make resolutions, I wish you the best! If you want, I'll be your personal cheerleader and encourage you throughout the year!
Here We Go!
I decided that since it's a new year and it actually is still the first day of said year, I would attempt one of these. I meant to write the 2011 post yesterday so I wouldn't have 19 posts today, but forget that. 19 posts today sounds great to me!
So here goes it.
Day 01 - Your current relationship, if single, discuss how single life is.
Haha. Okay so I'm guessing most of you know about as much about my relationship as I do. I'm dating a Marine. We started dating two years ago, but we had been friends/acquaintances for about 3 years before that. In the 2 years we have been dating, we have been apart for 16 months either because of college or the United States Marine Corps. We have a pretty interesting relationship. It's actually probably not interesting to most people, but I find it interesting enough. We are two extremely stubborn people, which means we often butt heads. We love each other more than other. We plan for the future, but make sure to secure today as well. If you happen to need more information on our relationship, just keep creeping. It's a regular topic of discussion on here! :)
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