eight fears

Today is supposed to be "Nine Loves" but since I just posted this  a few days ago, I'm going to go on to eight.

Eight fears.

8. I'm not afraid to admit I'm completely afraid of the dark. When I have to go to the bathroom at night, I turn on the little lamp by the bed. If I ever sleepily forget to turn the lamp on, on my way back, I jump onto the bed practically from the bedroom doorway so no killers will grab my ankles as I get into bed. Of course, this would only happen at night.

7. Anything with more than 2 legs.... err actually, anything with more than 4 legs? Or wings. Spiders, centipedes, bees, etc. If it's not supposed to be on my ceiling, in my house, or in my shower, I don't like it! Thank God for my husband and vacuum cleaners! If he's not home, it will usually get sucked into the vacuum where I imagine it dies from fear.

6. Creepy basements. I remember in music class at about 7 years old, my music teacher asked, "What are some reasons we have music?" I promptly raised my hand and said, "To comfort us when we're scared." This is my first realization of embarrassment. My mom had always told me to sing or hum to myself when I was scared, which I would always do when I would go into our basement. Well, the music teacher's mother obviously never told her this method because she looked at me like a weirdo and said something like, "Ummm, ok, any others?" Mortified.

5. Public Speaking. I'd rather..... hmm. I'd just rather not. It's probably the worst fealing in the entire world. I get shakey in voice and body. No matter how much I try to talk myself out of it.

4. Natural waters. You never know what is under there! Sea weed may or may not wrap around your ankles and pull you down. Or a dead person may or may not grab your ankle and pull you down. (Yep. Just realized I must have some kind of ankle grabbing issue.)

3. I'm going to get arrested. Every time I see a cop anywhere, I'm 99% positive they are going to arrest me. I'm not sure what I did, but I feel like I hold my breath every time I see a cop.

2. Everyone around me is going to die in some sort of crazy accident. Yeah, I'm getting deep now. I have this fear every time I hear an ambulance that it's going to get someone I love and something is severely wrong with them. If I don't hear from Derek while he's at work for a while, I immediately think the worst. I think I need therapy.

1. I'll get back to you. I can't think of another. I must have another fear but maybe I'm afraid to admit it? ...lol

10 secrets

I politely stole this from a fellow blogger who always has really fun, great things to say. So of course, I wanted to borrow a great idea!

Ten Secrets:
10. I wish I could get into my classroom even though it's summer vacatation. I have all these great ideas in my head that I want to get out, but I can't get the motivation at home. I can't admit this to anyone because I will surely be laughed at.

9. I'm still in my pajamas. Well halfway. I changed my shirt and washed my car this morning. But it's 1:10 pm and that's my only accomplishment. My pajama shorts prove it.

8. I watch Teen Mom. Yeah and I love it. Ok... I don't just watch it, I even rewatch it. I swear last week, I watched my DVRed episode, then later when Derek got home, I was flipping through the channels and it was on, so I stayed and watched it. D thought it was my first time because he commented on a part of it and I wanted to say what was going to happen next, but I know he'd make me change it if he knew I saw it. Althought I think he secretly likes it too!

7. My poor friend must think I use her. She's a nurse and about 90% of my phone calls and text messages to her have been something about me or someone I know being sick or injured and what her advice is. Hey, she told me not to google those things since google is usually wrong.

6. I am an addict. I think I must say "She's so cute" about 65 times a day about my dog. I can't stop. Everything she does is so cute and weird. I have an obsession and if she didn't weigh 45 lbs, I would carry her in my purse and bring her everywhere with me.


5. I haven't bought a purse in at least a year. Actually, I haven't bought a purse for myself in..... I don't even remember! My fabulous mom makes all my purses and teacher tote bags for me with her beautiful talent! She has just started a website that has about 1 picture on it and prices, but it will be updated soon I hope. I'm so lucky be able to say what I want and she magically produces it! This is one of the totes that I happen to have a picture of:


4. I love clocks. If they weren't so darn expensive, I would have a great clock in every room of my house, probably on every wall. I love the really big clocks with the numbers right on the wall and the hands actually nailed to the wall. Those are awesome.


3. On that note I also love those metalic signs that say "Bathroom" or "Kitchen" or "Laundry Room." I have 2 and I want more!

2. I secretly want to do day 2 of this right after I finish this one because I love this kind of stuff so much!

1. This secret is for me :o) I'll tell ya later! ;o)

2 years ago

August 1, 2009

 I love Derek's face in that one.

 Where he proposed.

Seriously... the funnest night of my life!

I know everyone says this about their wedding, but this was the funnest wedding I've ever been to! I wish I could relive it! And I must admit, I'm not the only one who thinks this about our wedding... our friends are always commenting about how we need to recreate that day.


Two years have flown by! I couldn't imagine my life any other way.  It's amazing to think we've been together for seven years now!

Seven years ago today, Derek and I went to the movies and out for dessert where I ordered a "Thrice of Thrawberry pie." I was mortified that I said that. I knew he was a keeper when he immediately made fun of me rather than pretending he didn't notice my mistake.

He was the first person I held hands with in public, and *gasps* he was taller than me! That never happened before him. Not going to lie- the height thing really got me interested. ;o)

Five years after that first date on our anniversary, we went to the park where he asked me to be his girlfriend back in high school. We always went there on our anniversary. As we were walking, I noticed him crouch down and I thought he was going to throw something at me because I saw something in his hand. So, I turned around and screamed. But as it turns out, he had a ring in his hand and asked me to be his wife.

And the rest is history. I wouldn't rewrite a moment of it. And just think of what's to come!

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!