I always thought Wisdom teeth were kind of a myth....now I am thinking I was wrong. I hate them. I think I need some serious drugs to withstand this kind of pain....ugh
Thursday, February 12, 2009
2/11/09
I always thought Wisdom teeth were kind of a myth....now I am thinking I was wrong. I hate them. I think I need some serious drugs to withstand this kind of pain....ugh
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
2/10/09
Stage fright is not something I have ever really had to deal with. In high school singing solos would sometimes make me a little nervous right before, but as soon as I started it would all dissipate and get easy. Slam poetry is just a very different story. I start shaking when I think about it. With roughly 24 hours before our first scored slam I am all ready feeling like I could puke and am shaking. I have only practiced in front of my television, and let me tell you a muted Paula Deen makes for a mighty kind audience (she is so smiley!). I am pretty convinced that all of the people that walked past my apartment think I am a raving crazy lady also...oops. Anyway. OBSERVATION: Stage fright is the worst. Ever.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Observation: DAD
My dad is really above and beyond. He is the one who gave me a love for words, a love that actually pushed me into school and legitimately working on something I care about instead of just doing enough. My Dad is loving and caring and not only a great Dad but also the best Sibling, Child, Grandpa and Husband out there. I am going to give one ....two observations about things I really love about my Dad.
1. He read to me. And still will. He read me stories before I went to bed and this wouldn't be a big deal, except that this went on until I moved out for college. We made it through multiple classics, some not so classic and the Super Fudge book more times than anyone should....not really it is such a great book!
2. He isn't a man for talking so much. But he writes love letters. Love poems and generally wonderful things. Getting mail freshman year just from my Dad and to me, was so special and wonderful. Nothing can compare to a love poem to a daughter from a wonderful father, and my Dad wrote/writes these for me more often than any one could ever ask for or expect.
Thank you for being you. Thank you for being my Dad and thank you for giving me my passion for words, not that I really proved that in this post but I promise I am becoming a better writer!
Now, here are way to many pictures...its wonderful. Happy Birthday Dad!
1. He read to me. And still will. He read me stories before I went to bed and this wouldn't be a big deal, except that this went on until I moved out for college. We made it through multiple classics, some not so classic and the Super Fudge book more times than anyone should....not really it is such a great book!
2. He isn't a man for talking so much. But he writes love letters. Love poems and generally wonderful things. Getting mail freshman year just from my Dad and to me, was so special and wonderful. Nothing can compare to a love poem to a daughter from a wonderful father, and my Dad wrote/writes these for me more often than any one could ever ask for or expect.
Thank you for being you. Thank you for being my Dad and thank you for giving me my passion for words, not that I really proved that in this post but I promise I am becoming a better writer!
Now, here are way to many pictures...its wonderful. Happy Birthday Dad!
02/05-07
2/5: Without the close relationships I have made these last couple of years I wouldn't be nearly as brave as I am today. I am so thankful for making friends who care about me and who push me to be braver than I was the day before. Thanks belles.
2/6: The computer at my work sits much to close to my face. Sometimes I worry I won't ever see in more than 2 dimensions; I spend to much time in this place. And WWU pays me allot considering all of the budget issues.
2/7: I am suspicious of my brothers television recommendations. Also, I am coming to terms with my family being strange and different and I think I actually really like how different and odd we all are. I wouldn't go so far as saying we are all puzzle pieces or anything like that. But, I think that we are great challenges for each other and I like that. Also, I am glad I am a chameleon. Also, kids are the best bumper/peace makers/fun inducers that have ever been. Seriously. I love my family.
2/6: The computer at my work sits much to close to my face. Sometimes I worry I won't ever see in more than 2 dimensions; I spend to much time in this place. And WWU pays me allot considering all of the budget issues.
2/7: I am suspicious of my brothers television recommendations. Also, I am coming to terms with my family being strange and different and I think I actually really like how different and odd we all are. I wouldn't go so far as saying we are all puzzle pieces or anything like that. But, I think that we are great challenges for each other and I like that. Also, I am glad I am a chameleon. Also, kids are the best bumper/peace makers/fun inducers that have ever been. Seriously. I love my family.
Friday, February 6, 2009
2/4/09
I really miss my grandma. My brother was talking with my mom about it and his way of explaining how the loss feels a year later made allot of sense.
You know that one place you always put your coat when you come in the door, or that space that you sit in and it just feels the best when your reading, or that place where your keys go and they go there every day, the loss is that thing is just gone. And everyday you still expect it to be there, the habit isn't dead and you just wait for your chair or hook or little drawer to come back. But it isn't there anymore. That familiarity and safe feeling place is just gone.
You know that one place you always put your coat when you come in the door, or that space that you sit in and it just feels the best when your reading, or that place where your keys go and they go there every day, the loss is that thing is just gone. And everyday you still expect it to be there, the habit isn't dead and you just wait for your chair or hook or little drawer to come back. But it isn't there anymore. That familiarity and safe feeling place is just gone.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
playing catch up...
1/30/09 Women in workout videos, no matter what, have odd belly buttons.
1/31/09 All at once I feel like I never go home to see family and then in the same breath I can look at my credit card statement and know for a a fact that my car and gas comsumption says something entirely different.
2/1/09 I am really torn about this month of february...I am suspicious. On one hand feb holds some good birthdays (and a new baby on the 10th!) On the other it holds so much sadness that the first few days will be spent thinking about that and then after I don't want to be happy birthdaying.
2/2/09 I need to have more habits. Getting to church this morning was so wonderful. I accomplished alot today and ate even more, also I don't get football.
2/3/09 My husband is really adorable. He thought the superbowl was prerecorded...haahhahahahha
1/31/09 All at once I feel like I never go home to see family and then in the same breath I can look at my credit card statement and know for a a fact that my car and gas comsumption says something entirely different.
2/1/09 I am really torn about this month of february...I am suspicious. On one hand feb holds some good birthdays (and a new baby on the 10th!) On the other it holds so much sadness that the first few days will be spent thinking about that and then after I don't want to be happy birthdaying.
2/2/09 I need to have more habits. Getting to church this morning was so wonderful. I accomplished alot today and ate even more, also I don't get football.
2/3/09 My husband is really adorable. He thought the superbowl was prerecorded...haahhahahahha
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