Tuesday, November 29, 2011


Okay. I think it's safe to say that I haven't posted in a while. I know. 

Give me a break. 

Holy cow! Stop freaking out!  I didn't realize you relied so heavily on my every word. 


Now that I know let me at least explain myself... 

Have you ever been running through thick woods at night...? 

Like the really creepy woods, where the moonlight eerily casts corpse-like silhouettes of the trees...?

and your heart is racing
(and not the good kind of racing like when you're watching a Hugh Grant movie)?

.... the bad kind of racing like you're being chased by a giant 12 legged beast from the fathomless depths of the universe.... 

...IN FACT...


Well if you ever have been through that, imagine your stress level right at that moment you tripped over a tree root...


That's how I feel when I stare at the thousands of post-it notes on my desktop telling me what I have "To-Do" this week. 

Their so called "cheerful" yellow makes me want to eat vomit. 

In fact, 
I would rather eat vomit than have to complete the things on said "post-it" in the miniscule amount of time my teachers, family, holidays, teachers, dr. appointments (but mostly teachers) have allotted me. 


Don't they know I can't write a 17,000 word essay, do 3 curriculum reviews, 14 lame-o modules (that really have NOTHING to do with real life) 19 observations, go to a classroom for 18 hours and practice my 'newly' acquired teaching skills all in 2 weeks? and then expect me to still find time for my kids, church, BLOG, holidays, husband, bathing, basic personal hygiene, eating, sleeping, (oh and have I mentioned I'm pregnant so I'm sick all the time?) etc.

Well they should. 

Well they should. 

So that is why I haven't been posting lately. I'm sure you can imagine the relief I will feel in a couple of weeks when we have a break for the holidays :)

Sunday, November 27, 2011


I am grateful for: 

My family
Modern medicine

Juicy turkey

Pies that set

5 lb yams

Murder mystery games during the feast,

figuring out who the murderer was.

My home. 


Good friends.

Holiday theme songs that have no apparent meaning except grand silliness.



diet Root beer,

Taco time crisp burritos 
and a husband who humors my cravings.

Dinner out with my siblings, 

early shopping with my sister, 


Singing songs to calm down children, 

tucking in teddy bears, 

kissing my kids on the forehead. 

Adding one more to the family :) 

Wednesday, November 2, 2011


Okay, so I didn't post ON my birthday, give me a break, I've been busy. BUT I thought I would post SOMETHING about birthday because I was not particularly looking forward to this one, and I'm really not that old. 

A little know fact about me:






           And not just in the sense that I like to throw my children elaborate birthday parties, but that I also expect my birthday party to be just as elaborate (I know, bratty right?). I just love birthdays so much!! They're a celebration of that person and that day is a day to let them know that they are loved! 

So pretty much from the dawn of my first birthday I have not so subtly hinted (starting in about August) that my birthday is coming and that YOU should ALL be PREPARED to MAKE ME FEEL SPECIAL!!! 
But for some reason this year was different. In fact, I was dreading the coming of the "Big day".  I will admit I have been lying about my age since I was about 19.  Not because I wanted to be younger, but because that's when I got married.  I didn't want people to judge me for being married so young. Then just after my 20th birthday my son came.  Then I really didn't want people to know just how young I was.  So I lied. I told everyone I was 25. That's right, 25.  Seems like a good age to be with a kid, and then two kids... But this year I turned 26. A year older than the age I lied about for so long.  So that makes me.... really... old. 

Maybe not as old as my father who will be doubling my age in November :)

However, I will have you all know that my husband and sister did an amazing job at easing me into my new found year.  
Mr. R made me laugh until I cried by getting me one of these: 

And my sister let me share the day with her beautiful one-year-old daughter. (She even got me roses, ROSES!! HOW NICE IS THAT?!?!) 

In reality 26, is not old at all, despite the new found wrinkles, and going to school with teenagers, I am 26 and fabulous. :) 

Forget Not...

Troubled waters.


So as I'm sure you know, it's been awhile since I have posted. It's not that I don't love you all for reading my posts it's just that school has literally taken over my life.