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!

running nowhere

I had a dream two nights ago that completely explains my life right now.

I was rushing around trying to get ready to leave for some kind of trip with hubs and some friends. Each time I tried to leave, I realized I forgot something, so I'd run around the house to get it. Then I couldn't find my socks and in each drawer there was everything but socks. So I realized I left my socks at my friend's house. Meanwhile, hubs would pop in and tell me to hurry up. So when I left to get my socks from my friend's house, I tried running there, but it was like the sidewalk was almost verticle and I couldn't move! Hubs was next to me walking just fine and easily and I just couldn't move.

Then I woke up.

I totally understand this dream. I feel completely out of control in this whole wanting to have a baby thing. It's mostly out of my hands. I know it will happen when it's supposed to happen, but I love to be in control of my life! That probably has most to do with being a teacher, I like to plan everything out. I can't plan things out on this.

Alright, I've gotten that out. I needed to vent a little. My attitude has been positive for the most part on this whole thing, but I can't hold in the struggle or it will eat me alive! :o)

question for the more blog savvy people out there.

This post is purely to help me understand something, and I need your help!

I'm fairly new to this, so bare with me. When someone follows my blog, how the heck do I look at theirs? When I click on their little thumbnail by "followers" it will give me a pop-up but a lot of times, it doesn't have a link to their blog.

Any help would be fantastic. Thanks bloggers!

Lemonade

I just love reading other people's blogs. Sometimes looking at someone else's perspective on life really helps sort out your own. Today, when reading someone's   blog she wrote, "Life doesn't suck, life is a blessing." For some reason, it really struck me as so simple and so true. I didn't really realize I needed to hear those words until I read them.

I've recently been handed a lemon that I'm not ready, or maybe just not willing, to talk about. Not only was it a lemon, sour and bitter in itself, but it wasn't even ripe enough to make lemonade out of...non-the-less to put into vodka.

So rather than making lemonade this time, I've found a blessing in this lemon. Some lemons are not meant to become lemonade. Some lemons are just there to remind you that someday you can have lemonade.

 

And I will... when life hands me a good lemon.

California... knows how to party.

(Yes, I dedicate my title to Tu Pac, I would put a link to the song on here, but I'm not that tech savvy, so use your imagination.)

Well, it's official. I'm jet lagged. D and I slept in until 10:30 today and the only reason we woke up is because my mom called. We usually wake up around 9:00 when we get to sleep in.

We got back from Cali on Wednesday night, or should I say Thursday morning? Our flight landed at 11:58 on Wednesday and we got dropped off at our house by my awesome dad and went straight to pick up the dog from my in-laws. When hubs and I walked in, there was very much excitement for 1:00 in the morning. I have never seen a butt wiggle more furiously! The dog was pretty excited, too. ha.

I digress. Our trip was fantastic! As you can see from hub's face when we first arrived: (lol)

 At least the back seat was excited!

D obviously didn't want his hair/face to get too tan. Plus, he looked pretty fashionable with his shirt on his head, right?

Obviously, everyone in this picture didn't get the "act like you're laughing" memo. (Yeah, and I'm not the best actress.)


The height difference is hardly noticable....

You might be thinking, why is he wearing so many clothes at the beach? Well, when you forget to put sunscreen on ALL PARTS of your torso, you will get sunburnt in the places you forgot. Therefore, a shirt was neccessary!

We planned to take a picture of each of our meals, but we forgot and only took pictures of this one... halfway through eating.

Yum. Spinach and ricotta ravioli.

The San Diego Zoo. Sadly, I took a lot of pictures on my phone. I need to take the time to send those pictures to my computer so I can post them.

 

As a baby hippo, being next to your mama comes at a cost. His face was so smushed up against the window!

Gosh, do I miss the palm trees!

 

And we're back in Michigan. It's raining. There are no mountains or palm trees when we look outside our window. Hubs would move there in a second, but not me. Nope. Yes, I loved the scenery, the weather, the amount of things there were to do. Sure, I hate the winter here, I despise putting my winter jacket on and would rather wear flip flops year round than have to tie my own shoes for 6 months out of the year. But unless we find a way to move each and every friend and family member with us, I'm staying in this multi-weathered state.

Besides, where else can you point to your hand to show someone where you live?