Goals

I have some goals while it's still beautiful summer time:


1. Walk! (or jog!) I need to start getting outside everyday. Too often, I'm sitting inside looking out the window thinking about how beautiful it looks outside. So my goal is to walk at least once a day. I would really like to walk twice a day.

2. Do some kind of outdoor activity a week. I.E. Wash the car, go to D's grandma's pool, get out and pull weeds, etc.

3. Eat all the yummy produce that's so delicious right now. I have been doing pretty good with this, but I'm putting it on my goal list so I continue. Now that I mention it, I really need some garbonzo beans so I can make more hummous for my veggies! mMmMmMm I have a great hummous recipe if anyone wants it.

4. Get my tan back. Oh California- I miss your lazy, lovely times at the beach and the glorious golden hue you provided my skin. I blame my class for being during peak tanning hours (10:20am-2:40pm) everyday! How is someone supposed to keep up with summertime with hours indoors like those? Not to mention keep sane sitting inside for that long. I digress.


Well, I suppose those are my goals. I want to maintain a healthy me. That is my basic goal. Thank God for a dietician as a best friend. I don't think she'd let me be an unhealthy me. (Is that proper grammar? Who knows? I will have been driven crazy by Friday at 2:40pm when this class has finally ended.) And yes, that sentence was an inside joke between my brain and the class. Sad.


I will leave you with this.

Life expectancy would grow by leaps and bounds if vegetables
                                                                             smelled as good as bacon.  ~Doug Larson


(OH MY GOD that bacon looks good)

Three things about yours truely

(Thanks MommaMonster for the idea)

What do I love?
I love my hubby, of course!

I love my dog, Soco Maria. Ok. It could be more obsession.


I love my nephew and niece. Such cuties

 

I love when I have pictures that connect with what I'm typing.

I love this picture of my husband and niece.

I love ice cream. 
I love the cold side of the pillow.

I love fastforwarding through commercials on DVR.

I love my life. 

 

 

What makes me uncomfortable?
Talking in front of people- mainly adults. This is strange for 2 reasons. 1- I am a teacher and could talk in front of 100 kids easily. 2- I love attention! But when I realize people are listening to me, I often turn red. Which makes me realize how people are listening and I turn even more red and someone usually says, "Hey your face is red."
What do I think about as I lay in bed awake at night?
Knock on wood, I do not lay awake often at night. Sometimes I do in the morning, and usually at this point, I am thinking about what I should wear.

I'm so happy

I haven't written in a while, there hadn't really been much to write about since I'm on summer vacation and everyone else is working. There is nothing exciting to do by myself! Because of this, I have no pictures to add, which makes me sad. I love adding visuals to my blog, it feels more exciting. Oh well.

Since starting my linguistics class, I've started noticing everyone’s' grammar, in both speaking and writing. It's driving me crazy. For instance, when D bought his car this week, all I could think about were all of the adverbs the man he bought the car from used. I'm also very aware of my own word choice. You may not think this is something that could make someone crazy, but it does.

Well besides this, I'm very happy these days. Even with my boredom. J I will end there for now.

write it in the sand

A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face.
The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand:
"Today, my best friend slapped me in the face."  
They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a swim. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him.
After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone:
"Today my best friend saved my life."

The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone,why?"
The other friend replied "When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it."

I read this in the church paper today and it made me think that you should not only write when someone hurts you in the sand, but your hurts in general. It's a good metaphore for letting go of the things that made you mad, sad, angry, depressed, etc. Yes, you'll still remember those things, but just thinking of them being washed away helps in letting them go.

It makes me want to get a sandbox for my backyard! ...or move to the beach. :o)

Anyway, I haven't written in a while. My life's pretty boring these days. D works, of course, and I've got the summer off. Wahoo? Not so much. I'm bored out of my mind. It'd be different if someone else had the summer off that I could spend time with. Don't get me wrong, I'm super thankful that as a teacher, I get this mini break to refresh my mind. I guess it'd also be different if D wasn't having to stay at work unti 7 or 8:00 every night.

I suppose I will make a list of things to do until my class starts next week!

Happy July everyone!