We've almost been on summer break for a month!
I can't believe it! So much has been going on. House chores, work, church, golf, FC papers and a million others things have kept me preoccupied.
I can get a bit frustrated when I've been on-the-go all day, but an article in Real Simple magazine changed my attitude concerning a busy day. The article featured a few readers' tips about getting the kids involved with cleaning/organizing the house. One reader's advice was that whenever you get flustered about the many messes and such around your house, stop what you're doing and thank God for each mess. That's stuck with me.
I'll be headed to Jamaica in four weeks and until then, my time will be occupied by (the things listed above) and the upcoming lecturship with Berry Kerchiville. I'm excited about that!
I graduate in a week! (Can i get a 'HOO HAH!'?)
This past week marked my final days as a high school student. The events which took place last week kept my mind occupied with many doubts, prayers, and much more. We've made it through the storm, but have a long ways to go.
I can never perfect Mom's fried chicken, chocolate chip cookies, nor sow (sp?) quite as well as she did. And I will never be able to say those 'Mama-perfect' words as Caitlin, Hannah, Amanda, and myself prepare for graduations, weddings, and babies. But that's simply ok. The thought of Mom at an awesome peace has not yet fully set in, nor will for quite some time.
If she were to read this blog, Mom would quite bluntly say, 'Stop crying over me.' That's Mom. We all know that.
-I discovered that my mom was my hero when...
i was three. One Sunday afternoon, Caitlin and I found some beads. Mom and Dad were napping, I guess they figured two little mischevious girls would be doing the same. I accepted a dare and stuck one up my nose. Mom stayed home that night to get the bead out of my nose with a baby booger sucker. I distinctly remember the pain and her patience.
-I realized my mom was pretty cool when..
i heard her singing 'Don't You Wish Your Girlfriend was Hot Like Me?'. Ok, not really,..although she did know the lyrics. Looking back, I hate that I was ashamed of her beebopping around and singing as she drove us around to school, work, and such. Bottom line: no matter how foolish you might think your parents look, let them sing and dance. It makes them happy. You will miss it one day.
-I realzied my mom was (really) always right when..
she knew something was going to happen, told me it was going to happen, I didn't believe her, and it happend. Parents are always right. On Mother's Day of '92, I learned that lesson. Dad had to work that morning, so it was just Mom, Caitlin and myself. As Mom got ready for church, Caitlin and I jumped and pushed each other around on their bed. I flew back on the nightstand..and landed in the ER. I got a few stitches. What an experience.
and the final push has begun!!
My break flew by!
I stayed busy with a lovely AP Lit project covering 1984.
For those who have read the book, what'd you think of it?
I'm off to a good workout!)
my final break in my high school career.
How bitter sweet?..not really. I'll be over that the day after gradutaion.
School is stinkety. Yes, stinkety.
but I get to breathe for awhile..with homework.
So the meeting's coming up and I'm stoked :)
We're not going anywhere for the break. I haven't been outa Ga since November. I'm going to go Mad. But the meeting will be great.
Jeremy and I saw Horton Hears a Who this evening. We were surrounded by tons of giggling children and content parents. I liked it alot. The theme was great and the characters and animation were great as well :)
So, what's new with ya'll? I haven't been on here in quite some time.
February is almost gone! Where'd you go?!
Three more months and what matters (correction, what kids think matters) in their high school career will forever more be NOTHING!) I can't wait. But it's back to the bottem of the totem pole for us.
Seems everybody's got a bit of a cold. I walked into work Saturday morning and realized that. Are their vivid memories of something (food, toys, etc) from your childhood that you despised so much? My most despised moments are of those when tusson was forced down my throat. To this day, I hate taking it. But my cold seemed to be going no where, so I did-in fact-(Mom, be proud) take tusson. I slept like a baby for two hours this afternoon. Kudos to me and my childhood stubbornness (sp).
This past Wednesday, Mum and I sat in the post office for about two hours so that I could apply for my passport. This July, I am going on a mission trip with David Tant and a few other people to Jamaica. I'm already kinda nervous, but so excited. I couldn't believe how much passports were!!
In my AP Lit class, we are currently reading Invisible Man, by Ralph Ellison. When I read, I see color off pages that is like an emotion. This book is gray and the emotion is either that of boredom or sleepiness.
So..my question: What was your favorite book and what was your most hated book in high school/college?