I know this really isn't my designated "poor Marcie can't have a baby" blog, but its about my life, so I get to talk about it here.
The desire to be a mom is constant. I long to hold a baby in my arms. The term "baby" is fluid though...an infant. A two-year old. A seven-year-old. I can picture myself sitting on the floor of our apartment, tickling a baby's tummy, giggles filling the room. I can picture myself with a kindergartener, teaching him or her how to tie shoes. Poorly, according to my mother. I can picture myself hand-in-hand with a second grader walking along a deer trail in the woods, looking for colorful leaves, acorns, and signs of other wildlife, answering all the "Why, mama?" type questions I'm able to.
I can see all those things.
But the issue is that I don't always picture the same child. Sometimes I see a little girl with dark, bouncy curls, Ryan's brown eyes, and a joyful spirit making rivers with stolen spoons in the sanbox in the back yard.
Other times, I picture us with a boy with dark skin, and a crown of tight, black curls having a hard time sitting still during the sermon at church, but singing every praise song and hymn with the most beautiful, angelic voice.
I don't necessarily know how the road to parenthood will "end." I don't know how we're going to get there. I don't know if our next round of fertility treatments is going to work. I don't know if God is going to lay it on our hearts to bring a child into our family through the miracle of adoption.
All I know is that the desire to be a parent weighs heavily on my heart. Its a desire I never thought I'd have, or that I'd long to have fulfilled...
Monday, October 24, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Possibilities
I have taught for a while now. This is what...the beginning of my 8th year of teaching.
I've had 7 groups of my OWN kids, and one group of two entire grade levels at a school. I've never had a group of children who have so...deeply CHANGED me. My 16 kids this year have reached their dirty, sticky little fingers down into my soul and touched me in a way I never thought possible.
I just...I think God brought them into my life at this exact time because they're what I needed. They're teaching me patience. I kind of lost my patience with a student today, and my voice got louder, and they looked at me like I was nuts. While I am nuts, I think in past years I tended to YELL more when I needed attention. I don't do that this year. I find myself down on my knees talking to a student about a behavior rather than towering over them, and lowering my voice when I need to get attention or have a discussion with a child. My students taught me that.
I've learned to be positive. I put the positivity in my voice. I get excited about what kids are learning and what I'm teaching. I want my students to leave my classroom loving school. My kiddos give me that desire.
Like any situation in life, I bond more with some children than others. Adults do that, too. I've bonded more with some colleagues than others. I love them all, but I like some of them more than others. :) My students are absolutely amazing, and I am blessed to have them in my life. I hope that *I* am a blessing in theirs. I hope that they are able to look back as adults and remember me as someone who made an impact in their lives. A POSITIVE impact. I hope they know that they are loved, and that I see the individual gifts and talents that each of them have.
I've had 7 groups of my OWN kids, and one group of two entire grade levels at a school. I've never had a group of children who have so...deeply CHANGED me. My 16 kids this year have reached their dirty, sticky little fingers down into my soul and touched me in a way I never thought possible.
I just...I think God brought them into my life at this exact time because they're what I needed. They're teaching me patience. I kind of lost my patience with a student today, and my voice got louder, and they looked at me like I was nuts. While I am nuts, I think in past years I tended to YELL more when I needed attention. I don't do that this year. I find myself down on my knees talking to a student about a behavior rather than towering over them, and lowering my voice when I need to get attention or have a discussion with a child. My students taught me that.
I've learned to be positive. I put the positivity in my voice. I get excited about what kids are learning and what I'm teaching. I want my students to leave my classroom loving school. My kiddos give me that desire.
Like any situation in life, I bond more with some children than others. Adults do that, too. I've bonded more with some colleagues than others. I love them all, but I like some of them more than others. :) My students are absolutely amazing, and I am blessed to have them in my life. I hope that *I* am a blessing in theirs. I hope that they are able to look back as adults and remember me as someone who made an impact in their lives. A POSITIVE impact. I hope they know that they are loved, and that I see the individual gifts and talents that each of them have.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Where's the Joy?
If you know me at all, you know that for a huge portion of my life I was loud, exuberant, laughing, joking, without a worry in the world.
I haven't felt like that for several years. And I hate that. I don't know if its the infertility issues that we face that I allow to drag me down. I don't know if it's the continued chemical imbalances. I thought my meds had them pretty well-controlled, but lately I've been feeling SO anxious, and nothing seems to help.
Maybe its church. We haven't been faithful church-goers for quite some time. And I find that I need that.
So I'm on this quest to find some joy. I'm tired of moping through life. I want to be happy. I want the joyfulness I used to have. I wonder why I've allowed a little bit of life to steal it away from me....
I haven't felt like that for several years. And I hate that. I don't know if its the infertility issues that we face that I allow to drag me down. I don't know if it's the continued chemical imbalances. I thought my meds had them pretty well-controlled, but lately I've been feeling SO anxious, and nothing seems to help.
Maybe its church. We haven't been faithful church-goers for quite some time. And I find that I need that.
So I'm on this quest to find some joy. I'm tired of moping through life. I want to be happy. I want the joyfulness I used to have. I wonder why I've allowed a little bit of life to steal it away from me....
Thursday, April 14, 2011
My (un)Christian Heart
I've been a Christian for over 20 years.
I'd love to tell you I'm an avid Bible-reader and church-goer, but I'm not. I think I'm more upset with myself about the Bible-reading than the church-going, although both are important. If I want to know God intimately, and know what He has to say about EVERYTHING, I know where I need to. And I don't do that. Shame on me.
I really noticed today how mean I am. And hateful. And resentful. What is wrong with me? Ryan tells me I snap at people. I don't feel like I do, but it doesn't really matter what I *FEEL*, it matters what people are perceiving. For instance, Ryan went with me to my podiatrist. I took my sock and boot off for him to look at, and he was trying to put my sock back on for me, and I said "Give me that! I can do that!" I thought I said it in a joking tone, but Ryan took it as snappish.
I don't FEEL snappish. I think I tend to joke much more than I'm grumpy. But I guess if people don't know that about me, they're not going to get the message I'm sending.
I really want to get a tattoo somewhere *I* can see that says "Shut up, Marcie." Because that's what I need to do. I want the words that I say to be encouraging, positive, and uplifting, and I fear that more often than not, they are just the opposite. I want to be one of those people that listens ten times more than what they say.
So I need to watch what's happening in my head. If there's mean, resentful stuff starting to creep in there about other people, I need to turn on the self-talk to shut up. I need to be able to change the direction of my thoughts to more positive things...
Because I'm a Christian, and I love my brothers and sisters. We're all made in God's image, whether or not we hold the same beliefs...
I'd love to tell you I'm an avid Bible-reader and church-goer, but I'm not. I think I'm more upset with myself about the Bible-reading than the church-going, although both are important. If I want to know God intimately, and know what He has to say about EVERYTHING, I know where I need to. And I don't do that. Shame on me.
I really noticed today how mean I am. And hateful. And resentful. What is wrong with me? Ryan tells me I snap at people. I don't feel like I do, but it doesn't really matter what I *FEEL*, it matters what people are perceiving. For instance, Ryan went with me to my podiatrist. I took my sock and boot off for him to look at, and he was trying to put my sock back on for me, and I said "Give me that! I can do that!" I thought I said it in a joking tone, but Ryan took it as snappish.
I don't FEEL snappish. I think I tend to joke much more than I'm grumpy. But I guess if people don't know that about me, they're not going to get the message I'm sending.
I really want to get a tattoo somewhere *I* can see that says "Shut up, Marcie." Because that's what I need to do. I want the words that I say to be encouraging, positive, and uplifting, and I fear that more often than not, they are just the opposite. I want to be one of those people that listens ten times more than what they say.
So I need to watch what's happening in my head. If there's mean, resentful stuff starting to creep in there about other people, I need to turn on the self-talk to shut up. I need to be able to change the direction of my thoughts to more positive things...
Because I'm a Christian, and I love my brothers and sisters. We're all made in God's image, whether or not we hold the same beliefs...
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
WHY?
Sometimes I want to shake my fist at God. I know He'd understand my railing, or rather, I know he UNDERSTANDS my railing at what I perceive to be the world's injustices.
See, I don't understand why it seems like the "fertiles" of the world are all on some type of state or federal "assistance." My husband and I work our BUTTS off. We both went to college, and we both have multiple degrees. And I think that compared to the rest of the world, we make quite a bit of money. But that doesn't mean we don't have limits. We've made our financial mistakes and now we're trying to fix the financial mistakes. The motorcycle is paid off, the trailer is paid off, student loans are getting paid off, and the car is getting paid off, etc., etc. We don't borrow money any more, and we live within our means. We don't buy huge luxury items we don't need anymore. I'm not going to lie and say that we never eat out and we never buy some kind of junk we don't need. We do. But, we generally budget for it and can afford it.
There is a point to this, I promise. So, with all of that, I don't understand why I have to pay for "fertiles'" cigarettes, rent, clothing, and food, not to mention their healthcare, and the children that they continue to have, even though they are not able to independently afford said children.
See, my husband and I struggle with infertility. We have been trying to conceive for two years now, to no avail. So we're moving on to more invasive medical procedures to try to have a child that we CAN afford. But, you see, our medical insurance, that WE pay for, doesn't cover these infertility treatments. We have to pay out of pocket to try to do something that most people have absolutely NOT issues accomplishing. I'm not talking $100, or $500. I'm talking $15,000. The price of a small, brand-new vehicle. To try to have a baby. That I will NOT expect the general, American public to support. And there is no guarantee that those treatments will work and we will end up with a child.
How does that make sense? My tax dollars go to support people who reproduce outside of their means, but there is SIGNIFICANT cost involved for me to try to have a child that I will wholly support. There is debt involved for me to try to have a child. There are no handouts for me.
And it's a handout. I don't mind my tax dollars benefiting those who need a hand UP. I don't mind my dollars going to help WORKING families with daycare costs or housing costs, or even food costs. People who are TRYING to make it, and TRYING to make better lives for their children. People who hold on to their jobs, and don't purposely get themselves fired so that they can qualify for unemployment benefits on top of the assistance they already get.
Because I work darn hard. And I don't think its fair that people on public assistance have a better, higher standard of living than I do. I think that my money should go for ME to try to have a baby, not for people that can't afford to have children to reproduce like bunnies.
What it comes down to is this: get a job. Go to work REGULARLY. Pay your bills. Don't buy crap you can't afford. Don't expect for the general public to finance your sorry existence. Buy and use condoms correctly until you know you will be able to afford your child without having to rely on the hundreds of millions of other Americans to take care of you and your child.
And when I have to pay for your child, I'm sorry, but don't expect me to jump for joy and lavish your child with gifts. My gift to you is the cigarettes in your pocket and the formula in your kid's gut. And when I do have my own child and I'm FULLY taking care of that child by myself, I will look down on you, and think you less of a person because you choose not to, and you expect everyone else to bail you out of your stupidity.
Okay. I'm sorry. I know that was particularly ugly. But this is something that REALLY upsets me, and I was hoping that writing down my internal ranting would help me to process my feelings and hopefully let it go. I'll let you know how that goes. :)
See, I don't understand why it seems like the "fertiles" of the world are all on some type of state or federal "assistance." My husband and I work our BUTTS off. We both went to college, and we both have multiple degrees. And I think that compared to the rest of the world, we make quite a bit of money. But that doesn't mean we don't have limits. We've made our financial mistakes and now we're trying to fix the financial mistakes. The motorcycle is paid off, the trailer is paid off, student loans are getting paid off, and the car is getting paid off, etc., etc. We don't borrow money any more, and we live within our means. We don't buy huge luxury items we don't need anymore. I'm not going to lie and say that we never eat out and we never buy some kind of junk we don't need. We do. But, we generally budget for it and can afford it.
There is a point to this, I promise. So, with all of that, I don't understand why I have to pay for "fertiles'" cigarettes, rent, clothing, and food, not to mention their healthcare, and the children that they continue to have, even though they are not able to independently afford said children.
See, my husband and I struggle with infertility. We have been trying to conceive for two years now, to no avail. So we're moving on to more invasive medical procedures to try to have a child that we CAN afford. But, you see, our medical insurance, that WE pay for, doesn't cover these infertility treatments. We have to pay out of pocket to try to do something that most people have absolutely NOT issues accomplishing. I'm not talking $100, or $500. I'm talking $15,000. The price of a small, brand-new vehicle. To try to have a baby. That I will NOT expect the general, American public to support. And there is no guarantee that those treatments will work and we will end up with a child.
How does that make sense? My tax dollars go to support people who reproduce outside of their means, but there is SIGNIFICANT cost involved for me to try to have a child that I will wholly support. There is debt involved for me to try to have a child. There are no handouts for me.
And it's a handout. I don't mind my tax dollars benefiting those who need a hand UP. I don't mind my dollars going to help WORKING families with daycare costs or housing costs, or even food costs. People who are TRYING to make it, and TRYING to make better lives for their children. People who hold on to their jobs, and don't purposely get themselves fired so that they can qualify for unemployment benefits on top of the assistance they already get.
Because I work darn hard. And I don't think its fair that people on public assistance have a better, higher standard of living than I do. I think that my money should go for ME to try to have a baby, not for people that can't afford to have children to reproduce like bunnies.
What it comes down to is this: get a job. Go to work REGULARLY. Pay your bills. Don't buy crap you can't afford. Don't expect for the general public to finance your sorry existence. Buy and use condoms correctly until you know you will be able to afford your child without having to rely on the hundreds of millions of other Americans to take care of you and your child.
And when I have to pay for your child, I'm sorry, but don't expect me to jump for joy and lavish your child with gifts. My gift to you is the cigarettes in your pocket and the formula in your kid's gut. And when I do have my own child and I'm FULLY taking care of that child by myself, I will look down on you, and think you less of a person because you choose not to, and you expect everyone else to bail you out of your stupidity.
Okay. I'm sorry. I know that was particularly ugly. But this is something that REALLY upsets me, and I was hoping that writing down my internal ranting would help me to process my feelings and hopefully let it go. I'll let you know how that goes. :)
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Day Thirty
A picture of someone I miss:
This is my cousin Bill. He died in October 2006. He was the brother I never had. I still want to beat him. But I love him.
This is my cousin Bill. He died in October 2006. He was the brother I never had. I still want to beat him. But I love him.
Day Twenty-Nine
A picture of someone who can always make me smile:
My beloved husband. And you'll never guess why. LOL :)
Day Twenty-Eight
A picture of something I'm afraid of:
Liberals. Socialist Liberals. They terrify me. And what terrifies me more is socialist liberals who expect to be handed everything. You know what irks me off? That I have to pay $15,000 to even ATTEMPT to have a baby, but I'm paying for them to reproduce freely, plus I have to feed and clothe their children, too. It irks me off. Sorry. Rant off.
Liberals. Socialist Liberals. They terrify me. And what terrifies me more is socialist liberals who expect to be handed everything. You know what irks me off? That I have to pay $15,000 to even ATTEMPT to have a baby, but I'm paying for them to reproduce freely, plus I have to feed and clothe their children, too. It irks me off. Sorry. Rant off.
Day Twenty-Seven
A picture of myself and a family member:
These are pictures of my Grandma Matson and me, taken Christmas 2009. Grandma's been gone almost a year, and its still kind of hard to believe. She was such an amazing woman. I don't think that there was anything she couldn't do. She could comfort a crying baby, and in the next instant gut and pluck a chicken. She could cook and bake like no one's business. If all else failed, I could always count on Grandma to tell me like it is.
These are pictures of my Grandma Matson and me, taken Christmas 2009. Grandma's been gone almost a year, and its still kind of hard to believe. She was such an amazing woman. I don't think that there was anything she couldn't do. She could comfort a crying baby, and in the next instant gut and pluck a chicken. She could cook and bake like no one's business. If all else failed, I could always count on Grandma to tell me like it is.
Day Twenty-Six
A picture of something that means a lot to me:
Where do I start? Something that means a lot to me: my family. End of story.
Where do I start? Something that means a lot to me: my family. End of story.
Day Twenty-Five
My favorite super-hero and why:
Seth Rogen as the Green Hornet! And why? He's hunky. The end.
Seth Rogen as the Green Hornet! And why? He's hunky. The end.
Day Twenty-Four
I'm not posting a picture of the inside of my bag. Because its gross.
BUT...on any given day, you might find random bits of chocolate, gum, etc. in there. My wallet and cellphone are generally in there, although contents of my wallet, depending on use, might be floating around in there, too. Certain feminine products might be in there, too. Also, there are generally a carpet of receipts as well.
BUT...on any given day, you might find random bits of chocolate, gum, etc. in there. My wallet and cellphone are generally in there, although contents of my wallet, depending on use, might be floating around in there, too. Certain feminine products might be in there, too. Also, there are generally a carpet of receipts as well.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Day Twenty-Three
A picture of my favorite book:
This is complicated, because I'd like to be glib and say "The Bible." But the sad fact is that I don't read it as much as I should, if at all. I think maybe I just need to say I'm going to read a chapter a day, and then actually do it. It might take me forever to get through it, but at least I WOULD get through it, eventually.
So I don't have a favorite book. I read a LOT of Christian-type fiction. Romance, historical, etc. But my favorite subject has to be these wunderbar-gut people:
This is complicated, because I'd like to be glib and say "The Bible." But the sad fact is that I don't read it as much as I should, if at all. I think maybe I just need to say I'm going to read a chapter a day, and then actually do it. It might take me forever to get through it, but at least I WOULD get through it, eventually.
So I don't have a favorite book. I read a LOT of Christian-type fiction. Romance, historical, etc. But my favorite subject has to be these wunderbar-gut people:
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Day Twenty-Two
A picture of something I wish I was better at:
Music! I wish I could read it. I wish I could sing. I wish I could play an instrument! Those are not my God-given gifts. Hopefully music appreciation is a form of gift, though.
Art! I wish I could draw or paint--just create. I like to write, but I like form and color. My 2nd graders certainly think that my art is fantastic, so God bless them for that. :)
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Day Twenty
A picture of someplace I'd love to travel:
Okay...how do I pick just one? I'll pick two of my favorites.
The first is obvious. I've been dying to go to Hawaii for quite some time. I love that I don't need a passport to go to a tropical paradise. One day. It's on our list of places to go.
The second probably isn't as obvious. I would love to go with my husband and his in-laws to the Gargano region of Italy. Ryan's dad and aunts and uncles have already been there, but one day we want to go to this little chunk of heaven on the Adriatic Sea.
Okay...how do I pick just one? I'll pick two of my favorites.
The second probably isn't as obvious. I would love to go with my husband and his in-laws to the Gargano region of Italy. Ryan's dad and aunts and uncles have already been there, but one day we want to go to this little chunk of heaven on the Adriatic Sea.
Day Nineteen
A picture of my nicknames:
The original Marcie nickname: Skeeter. I guess I don't really know why I have it, but my Grandpa Matson gave it to me, and he and my dad used it regularly.
Another one:
My aunt Fern gave me the nickname "Marce-ahontas" after a family vacation we took together. It was on this vacation I took my first turn around the lake in a canoe. And it was tough to get me out.
I have had several other nicknames over the years. Ry generally calls me "Smooch" or "Smoochie Poo." I don't know where he got it from, but it's cute. :)
Another one:
My aunt Fern gave me the nickname "Marce-ahontas" after a family vacation we took together. It was on this vacation I took my first turn around the lake in a canoe. And it was tough to get me out.
I have had several other nicknames over the years. Ry generally calls me "Smooch" or "Smoochie Poo." I don't know where he got it from, but it's cute. :)
Day Eighteen
A picture of my biggest insecurity:
This is a picture of my chunky belly. It's always been an issue, and my guess is it will be an issue until the day I die. I kind of wish I would carry my weight elsewhere, just for health reasons.
So this what I'm insecure about. It's been something that people have teased me about since I was little.
Oh, and the permanent marker is from my acupuncture appointment. The doctor puts those points on me each week where he wants me to do some at home heat therapy.
So there you have it.
So this what I'm insecure about. It's been something that people have teased me about since I was little.
Oh, and the permanent marker is from my acupuncture appointment. The doctor puts those points on me each week where he wants me to do some at home heat therapy.
So there you have it.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Day Seventeen
A picture of something that has made a huge impact on my life lately:
About a month or two ago, Ryan and I purchased Zumba for the Wii. I had been to a Zumba class this past fall and loved it, but at the time, my feet were absolutely killing me. My feet are better, and now I get to do Zumba in my skivvies in my living room where no one but my husband can see me and laugh at me (although during my Zumba class experience, I was among friends, and honestly, everyone was so busy dancing, sweating, and having fun to notice how horrible a dancer I am). I actually sweat, which is something difficult for me to achieve. Its fun, and I've learned the steps to the dances. I think I might be about ready to move up to the "expert" level and learn those steps as I've mastered the beginner and intermediate levels.
So its exercise I like. And even though I haven't lost a whole lot of weight, I can tell my cardio condition has improved a bunch. I feel more energetic.
I still can't wait for the weather to turn, however, because I want to get outside after school and enjoy.
About a month or two ago, Ryan and I purchased Zumba for the Wii. I had been to a Zumba class this past fall and loved it, but at the time, my feet were absolutely killing me. My feet are better, and now I get to do Zumba in my skivvies in my living room where no one but my husband can see me and laugh at me (although during my Zumba class experience, I was among friends, and honestly, everyone was so busy dancing, sweating, and having fun to notice how horrible a dancer I am). I actually sweat, which is something difficult for me to achieve. Its fun, and I've learned the steps to the dances. I think I might be about ready to move up to the "expert" level and learn those steps as I've mastered the beginner and intermediate levels.
So its exercise I like. And even though I haven't lost a whole lot of weight, I can tell my cardio condition has improved a bunch. I feel more energetic.
I still can't wait for the weather to turn, however, because I want to get outside after school and enjoy.
Day Sixteen
A picture of someone who inspires me:
This is a picture of my mom with my cousin Bryant. My mom inspires me because life hasn't been easy for her. She was widowed in her mid-40's and had two teenage girls to take care of. The physical pain she has had to endure is extreme, due to her arthritis. Yet she's still one of the most considerate, compassionate, loving people I know. She doesn't say alot sometimes, because we won't shut up. She's encouraging, and proud. I love her more than I can put into words. I hope when I grow up I can be like my mom.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Day Fifteen
Something I want to do before I die:
Have a baby and be a mom. Preferably with our own...and not a borrowed baby.
Have a baby and be a mom. Preferably with our own...and not a borrowed baby.
Day Fourteen
A picture of my "i-pod" on shuffle and the first 10 songs that play.
Unfortunately, I don't have an i-pod. I have a $5 mp3 player I got at the dollar store. And I like it. So there.
1. Awful, Beautiful Life ~ Darryl Worley
2. Big Girls Don't Cry ~ Fergie
3. Basketcase ~ Green Day
4. Mmmbop ~ Hanson
5. God Love Her ~ Toby Keith
6. Blessed Be Your Name ~ Tree63
7. I Like to Move It
8. Shine ~ Newsboys
9. Don't Stop Believing ~ Journey
10. Start Me Up ~ Rolling Stones
Unfortunately, I don't have an i-pod. I have a $5 mp3 player I got at the dollar store. And I like it. So there.
1. Awful, Beautiful Life ~ Darryl Worley
2. Big Girls Don't Cry ~ Fergie
3. Basketcase ~ Green Day
4. Mmmbop ~ Hanson
5. God Love Her ~ Toby Keith
6. Blessed Be Your Name ~ Tree63
7. I Like to Move It
8. Shine ~ Newsboys
9. Don't Stop Believing ~ Journey
10. Start Me Up ~ Rolling Stones
Friday, March 4, 2011
Day Thirteen
A picture of my favorite band or artist:
(Oh...you'll never guess who I'm going to pick...lol)
You get Brad Paisley. He's been my favorite artist for about a decade. I love the mix of humor, love, and spirituality he infuses into his music. He writes most of his own songs, and I think that's also very impressive.
These photos are from my most recent concert with Brad in September 2010. He's going to be at the Stadium of Fire in July in Provo, Utah, but tickets are really expensive and we've got a lot to do this summer, so unless he's back in Utah in September again, I'm not going to be able to see Brad this year. Boo. Boo. Boo hiss!
Oh...and the last photo? Easton Corbin's lovely backside. As a bonus. :)
(Oh...you'll never guess who I'm going to pick...lol)
You get Brad Paisley. He's been my favorite artist for about a decade. I love the mix of humor, love, and spirituality he infuses into his music. He writes most of his own songs, and I think that's also very impressive.
These photos are from my most recent concert with Brad in September 2010. He's going to be at the Stadium of Fire in July in Provo, Utah, but tickets are really expensive and we've got a lot to do this summer, so unless he's back in Utah in September again, I'm not going to be able to see Brad this year. Boo. Boo. Boo hiss!
Oh...and the last photo? Easton Corbin's lovely backside. As a bonus. :)
Day Twelve
A picture of you last year and now, how have you changed since then?
Last year:
Last year:
This is myself with Ryan's (and mine...love ALL of them so much!) Aunt Clare, cousin Domenica, Aunt Kathy, and stepmom, Peg when we went to Frisco, Colorado in July 2010 to visit.
This is me about 30 minutes ago:
How I've changed? I guess I don't know if this means physically or whatnot...
1. I've gotten more haggard-looking, I think. You can tell I've aged a bit.
2. I have a few more grey hairs, although unless you're really looking, you can't see them.
3. I've lost a few pounds, but not anywhere anyone would actually look.
4. I've grown to love and respect my husband even more. We get on each other's nerves, but I appreciate him SO much more than I did at this time in 2010.
5. I am now an insulin-dependent diabetic. At least until I have a baby.
6. I hope I've become a better communicator in both my personal and professional lives. I hope I'm taking more of a leadership role at my school, too. As much as I can, anyway.
I know there are some other things I'm forgetting, but I guess that's just too bad for you. ;-)
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Day Eleven
A picture of something I hate...
Unfortunately, if its green and leafy, I probably don't like it. I can handle peas, green beans, and spinach if its cooked and in something...but the thought of broccoli makes me want to hurl. I wretch when I look at salad...
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Day Ten
The person I do the most messed up stuff with:
This is my little sister. And good heavens, we have done some stupid crap together, but it's been fun! "There is no I in T-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-AM!!!!!!!"
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Day Seven
My most treasured item:
My wedding ring. This was before we got the engagement ring and wedding band soldered together. My ring isn't huge, and it's not flashy, but it's totally me. And it represents the commitment and love Ryan and I have. It's been five years, and I haven't lost it for an extended period of time yet, so I figure that's good. :)
Day Six
The person I'd most like to trade places with for a day? I know this may be strange, but here she is:
You know you want to be Kimberly Williams-Paisley, too. Besides the obvious (she's married to Brad Paisley), I have several reasons I would like to trade places with her for a day:
1. She's worked with a TON of really cool people that I would love to meet: Steve Martin, Patrick Dempsey, Jim Belushi, Courtney Thorne-Smith, etc.
2. She's an accomplished, published writer. She's written for Redbook and other magazines, and she also wrote a children's book with her dad.
3. Good lord, she's gorgeous. I'd like to know what that's like, just for one day.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Day Five
A picture of my favorite animal:
He is a total pain in my rumpus, but I love this little boy.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Day Three
This is generally my night. I play on my computer and watch tv. I usually also try to get some kind of exercise. So...tonight it was Zumba, which was also done in front of the tv. I am SO amazing that way.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Day Two
This is my friend Kandi and I at the Brad Paisley concert in Salt Lake this past fall.
Kandi really isn't someone I've known the "longest," but she's my family out here. My first year in Green River she taught down the hall from me, and now she's my next-door neighbor. We make a really good team professionally. On top of that, she's an amazing friend. We've hugged each other crying in our classrooms over fights with our husbands, lost pets, and family troubles. We've traveled to Salt Lake together a couple of times, we play Bunco together once a month, we went to Las Vegas for a conference together, and when I'm able and she'll let me I get to go out to her ranch and pretend I'm a cowgirl. We can call and text each other through about everything. I love her kids and I can attempt to tolerate her husband. ;-)
She's my Wyoming soul sister, that's for sure. You make my day, Kandice. :)
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Day One
Here's a picture of yours truly:
And 15 things about me?
1. I teach 2nd grade. And I absolutely LOVE this age group.
2. I have a hard time believing that Ryan and I have been married almost five years.
3. I get to go to Minnesota for my spring break. I can't wait to spend some time with my momma.
4. I have a slight chocolate addiction.
5. I would love to go back to school. I don't know for what, but I love school. Maybe another master's in brain-based learning?
6. I have two cats, Cleo and Hercules.
7. I love to read.
8. I often think I was born in the wrong era. I think I should have been born in the late 1800's, or at least born Amish.
9. Simplicity suits me. I can't wait to move back to Minnesota and have our little hobby farm. I want to grow our own beef and chickens. Organic living, here we come!
10. I am very fond of my in-laws. Is that weird?
11. I love to clothes shop, but hardly anything looks good on me. I am very weird shaped.
12. Baseball is my very favorite sport to watch. Volleyball is my favorite sport to play.
13. Although I love my cats, I can't wait to have a dog.
14. Going back to my hometown is such a weird experience for me. And going to Fargo? Even more weird. I'm usually only gone for 6 months at a time.
15. I wish I could have an exercise that I LIKED. And that I could do outside year-round. Any ideas?
A Month of Posts...
Here's what I will be posting for the next 30 days!
Day 01 - A picture of yourself with fifteen facts
Day 02 - A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest
Day 03 - A picture of your night
Day 04 - A picture of the cast from your favorite show
Day 05 - A picture of your favorite animal.
Day 06 - A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day
Day 07 - A picture of your most treasured item
Day 08 - A picture of your favorite color
Day 09 – A picture of the meaning behind your Facebook status.
Day 10 - A picture of the person you do the most messed up things with
Day 11 - A picture of something you hate
Day 12 - A picture of you last year and now, how have you changed since then?
Day 13 - A picture of your favorite band or artist
Day 14 - A picture of your iPod on shuffle: First 10 songs that play.
Day 15 - A picture of something you want to do before you die
Day 16 - A picture of someone who inspires you
Day 17 - A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently
Day 18 - A picture of your biggest insecurity
Day 19 - A picture of your nicknames you have; why do you have them.
Day 20 - A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel
Day 21 - A picture of something you wish you could forget
Day 22 - A picture of something you wish you were better at
Day 23 - A picture of your favorite book
Day 24 - A picture of what I would find in your bag
Day 25 - A picture of your favorite super hero and why.
Day 26 - A picture of something that means a lot to you
Day 27 - A picture of yourself and a family member
Day 28 - A picture of something you're afraid of
Day 29 - A picture that can always make you smile
Day 30 - A picture of someone you miss.
Day 02 - A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest
Day 03 - A picture of your night
Day 04 - A picture of the cast from your favorite show
Day 05 - A picture of your favorite animal.
Day 06 - A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day
Day 07 - A picture of your most treasured item
Day 08 - A picture of your favorite color
Day 09 – A picture of the meaning behind your Facebook status.
Day 10 - A picture of the person you do the most messed up things with
Day 11 - A picture of something you hate
Day 12 - A picture of you last year and now, how have you changed since then?
Day 13 - A picture of your favorite band or artist
Day 14 - A picture of your iPod on shuffle: First 10 songs that play.
Day 15 - A picture of something you want to do before you die
Day 16 - A picture of someone who inspires you
Day 17 - A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently
Day 18 - A picture of your biggest insecurity
Day 19 - A picture of your nicknames you have; why do you have them.
Day 20 - A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel
Day 21 - A picture of something you wish you could forget
Day 22 - A picture of something you wish you were better at
Day 23 - A picture of your favorite book
Day 24 - A picture of what I would find in your bag
Day 25 - A picture of your favorite super hero and why.
Day 26 - A picture of something that means a lot to you
Day 27 - A picture of yourself and a family member
Day 28 - A picture of something you're afraid of
Day 29 - A picture that can always make you smile
Day 30 - A picture of someone you miss.
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