What a week...

This week was SO busy!!!

Here's was my schedule:
Monday-School, meeting after
Tuesday-School, Addressing invites after
Wednesday-School, Homegroup after
Thursday-AM practice, pep rally, junior clinic, and game
Friday-School, Dinner and game night after

So come Saturday, I'm beat!! However, we still had a morning fundraiser and I had a bridal shower to go to.
I wake up and show up at the pancake fundraiser late...supposed to be there at 6:45...didn't get there til 7am. Following the fundraiser I head home to change approximately seven times for a bridal shower (more on that later). Off to the bridal shower. Following the bridal shower I head immediately to church and after church my friend says, "Want to come over and hang out with us?"

Hmm...yes I do, but also, no, I don't. I was sooooo tired!!! So knowing that I would think I was missing out if I didn't go, I decide to go for an hour.

Yeah, that turned into five! Once I got there, I got to meet some new people, learn about woot.com, and the perfect wolf to moon ratio. It was definitely worth the trip!

Now about that wardrobe situation:
It is now officially fall or "autumn" if you prefer the fancier word. However, it is still 80 degrees or more outside. This presents an interesting dilemma. Do I dress for fall and sweat like crazy? Or do I dress in summer clothes and look out of place wearing bright white and florals in September?

If you have the answer to this, please feel free to comment because I was so torn as to what to wear!!

I think I just wish the weather matched the season! But then again, it is Texas...

Corky

So I am sitting in a meeting and the man in charge of the meeting is talking in a delicate tone. His hair is nicely combed and he has a trimmed mustache. And he almost looks as if he put on a tinted moisturizer...and probably some tinted chapstick. I kept thinking..."he reminds me of someone"...and then it dawned on me.

Corky St. Clair.

For those who don't know who that is, I'm SO sorry that you have missed out on one of the funniest movies, "Waiting for Guffman". Corky is the community drama teacher in Blaine, MO who works to produce a musical for the Blaine sesquicentennial named "Red, White, and Blaine". Let's just say, it's all you imagined it could be...and more!

Favorite Lines:

"You can still feel the heat"

"I was shopping for my wife Bonnie, I buy most of her clothes..."

"I'm gonna BITE MY PILLOW, is what I'm gonna do"

"Everybody Dance!"

"I been workin' here at the D.Q. for about, um... eight months? Seven? I don't know, somethin' like that, it's fun. Just do the cones... make sundaes, make Blizzards, 'n... put stuff on 'em, 'n... see a lot of people come in, a lot of people come to the D.Q... burgers... ice cream... anything, you know? Cokes... just drive in and get a Coke, if you're thirsty."

When Did I Start Becoming...

My mother!!

I am turning into her so much now. I've said before how I used to tease her for crying while watching the Oprah show. This past weekend my mom, me, my friend, and her mom all went to the movies to see "The Time Traveler's Wife". At the end of the movie I look over at my friend, and both of us were crying full on tears. I looked over at my mom and she barely had any tears in her eyes!

It's like we switched places! I used to be able to hold it all in, I'd feel that knot creep up in my throat and I was very good and shoving it back down. I wouldn't even let a drop of tear fall from my eye. And something happened within the past couple years that I just can't hold it in anymore.

So here I am watching "The Biggest Loser" premiere tonight. And I just can't hold it in anymore! I'm such a sap!

So I guess from now on, I just need to make sure to watch this show with a box of kleenex...

That's right...I keep a diary.

So I watched a show that mentioned journals and it got me thinking...when did a "diary" become a "journal". I mean, really, what's the difference? Both are for venting and reflecting and remembering. And I actually took the time to look it up, cause yes, my life is that boring...and low and behold!! They have the same definition!

I think people just like to say journal, because you think a diary is the book covered in pink crushed velvet and feathers with the words "Diva" in purple writing scrawled on the cover. You think it's the book that you took your gel roll sparkle pen and wrote "I <3 JH" or "Jim Halpert + Hannah = Love".

But it isn't really that...I mean, it was. In 8th grade. Or 6th grade, maybe.

But now my diary or "journal" is just a simple book with lined pages (and sometimes unlined) that I write my thoughts in, and my prayers in. Of course, due to the many crazed sitcom episodes that have centered the conflict around diary secrets that have been divulged, I do not typically write down names...other than my own, of course. Or not really my own name...cause I don't write in third person, so why would I write my own name down...but you get the picture!

Some Excitement

Short explanation about last post:
Ok, I hope you all know that this blog helps me to vent majorly!! So I will often post things about my feelings. And FYI-I'm pretty sure I'm shaping up to be just like my mom. I used to make fun of her for crying while watching Oprah and silly things like that. I didn't get it...it's like my body didn't even make tears before college!

Now, I am happy to say that I am turning out much like her. I cry at silly things, TV shows (The Biggest Loser gets me EVERY time!), sappy commercials, etc.

Anyway, so this here blog helps me to vent out some things that I need to say, to whoever is out there reading.

But now for a little happiness and excitement!!

My school is ranked #1 in the area for football!!!

If you know me at all, you know I LOVE football!! I have an unhealthy obsession with it, especially since I am a girl, but I just love this sport!

I was working this summer and two of the ladies I work for had mentioned football and one said, "I just don't see how a girl likes football." And I was taken aback!

"What's not to love!!" I said. "The ball is spiraled into the air and the guy leaps into the air and snatches it for a touchdown. The hitting, the sound of the helmets crushing together!! What's not to love!!"

I LOVE this sport!!

So here we are...ranked #1 in the area! Last year we made it all the way to the State Semi-Final and lost. :( Here's hoping that this year we make it all the way to state!!

Semester Life

So here I am sitting at the end of week two of school. It already feels like we've been at it for a while, which maybe means that this semester will go by quickly? It's kind of weird that for the past 21 years or so my life has been measured by semesters. From grade school, to high school, to college, and now teaching. Of course I've worked summers since probably my senior year of high school, but it's still interesting to me.

Sometimes I wonder if maybe metaphorically my life will be split into semesters. And this is going to sound VERY melodramatic...but that's ok. Maybe my life now is Fall, the beginning, the start. And then I'm hoping, one day to get married and that will be my spring! The spring is vibrant, new, and represents growth. I kind of can't wait for spring...in that sense.

I could certainly sit here and write a LONG pity party story about my life in singledom. But I'll try to keep it to somewhat of a minimum...somewhat... I think the real thing is that I see my friends, who I love so very much, and I see them with their husbands. I see them so happy, joyful with their husbands, the way they can lean on each other, and the way they can count on the other one to be there.

This past Sunday a group of us had lunch together and the men came. So there we all were together and it was wonderful!!! Except there was an empty seat next to me. I guess I feel like I'm missing out. I want so badly to have a wonderful, Godly relationship, like the ones I see at the table before me. I want to be able to join in on the conversations about house shopping and babies, and all that stuff.

I think the difference between me now and a few years ago (since I'm still single), is that I WANT all these things. I think before I wanted them, but I knew I was in no hurry. Now, it's changed. I want those things now, right now.

Sometimes I feel like I'm the only out there praying for these things for myself, and you know what, I think that's ok. Cause my God is a big God who does wonderful things and he will give to me as he sees fit. And it's not easy all the time, but at least he's blessed me with wonderful examples in the mean time, my parents, my siblings, and my friends. I am VERY blessed to have them all in my life.