June 30, 2007

"what my baby wants my baby gets."


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diet and exercise day #3

This day doesn't bode well for the diet and exercise. It's Saturday. Do you know how hard it is to eat well and exercise on a Saturday?! Plus, we're about to head out to Aaron's cousin's softball game...at a baseball field...with concession stands...that serve coke and hot dogs and popcorn and candy.

Holy Heaven, this is going to be hard.

Food:
Breakfast - Bowl of Cheerios with skim milk
Snack - handful of nasty popcorn at softball game (that's why it was only a handful)
Lunch - Chicken Lo Mein and white rice at Pei Wei, water
Snack - sip of a white chocolate mocha at Starbucks (it was nasty, too, that's why I only had a sip) Note to self: Never go to the Starbucks in McCain near Hooters. Ever.
Pseudodinner - Peanut butter sandwich
Snack - Ham, egg, and cheese croissant

What a weird diet...but...

Exercise:
Can you believe it?! I actually got some work out in on a Saturday!
Ran around our neighborhood for 20 minutes, constant max heart rate achieved.

June 29, 2007

day #2

Gearing up and ready to go to yoga/pilates.

Food:

Breakfast - granola bar and water.
Snack - Lemon/Strawberry Smoothie from Smoothie King
Lunch - Lean Pocket and a peanut butter sandwich. Random!!
Snack - handful of peanuts and a pink lady apple - delicious!
Dinner - Uhm...yeah. We went to Casa Mexicana. Should have known that'd be a problem. I had one frozen margarita, a taco salad (which in and of themselves aren't too terrible) but I think in the one hour that we were there, I consumed approximately 5 gajillion chips. That's probably not going to help much, huh?

Exercise:
One hour of Pilates/Yoga class
10 minutes of cardio


This is incredible! Normally, when I say I'm going to "work out everyday" that usually means I'll do it once...can you believe it? Day 2! I'm shocked!

flossy, flossy!


Here I am before Aaron and I went out on our anniversary date. Like the news reporter hair? Oh yeah!

the new teeth.


Here's a picture of the new teeth. Again, nothing too dramatic, but I think you can see a definite difference.

I would have NEVER before smiled with this side of my mouth facing the camera...ever!!

Sorry the picture's blurry. And it kinda looks like I have something in my teeth. I don't. Whatever. It's my new teeth. The End.

cassandra's extreme home makeover has begun!


We totally re-did our living room and it didn't cost that much money at all! We re-arranged some furniture, bought a leaning ladder bookcase, and got some of the clutter off of the entertainment center. I wish I had a "before" picture. :o(

I do, however, have a picture of the shelf I put together. Yes, put together! Like, with screws and a everything. LoL.

Happy Home Makeover!

two years, baby!

As I told you days ago, Aaron and I celebrated our second anniversary on June 24, 2007. It always confuses everyone when I tell them our anniversary is in June. See, our wedding was on December 30, 2005, but we actually got married on June 24, 2005. Strange, I know.

We were at a point in our lives where we didn't want to "live" together without it being honest. Plus, we were already engaged (i.e. I already had the big rock) and we were about to move to Arkansas anyway. So we thought, "Why not!?" We got married in Corpus Christi on my lunch break. LoL.

Here are some pictures from our second anniversary gift exchange. We do the traditional gifts, like they did in the olden days. Last year's gift was paper. This year's was cotton.

Here are the presents, all pretty and wrapped. Didn't Aaron do a good job?! A home-made card and everything!


This is the front of the card Aaron made. I would show you the inside, but...that's for me by myself. :o)



Here is Aaron opening his present:


Here is Aaron's gift. Personalized towels for him to take to the gym. I tried to make them as "ungirly" as possible. The base has been low on funding and doesn't give out towels anymore when you work out! How silly!


And here is my gift: 800-thread count Egyptian cotton sheets for our new bedspread! The sweetness of this gift comes in knowing that I have been tirelessly trying to find a new bedding set for our bedroom. Everything I find and like is so expensive, so Aaron bought me the sheets already and took off that part of the purchase for me. These sheets cost $108.00! I will probably exchange them for a different color (and that's kinda what Aaron thought, too) but it is going to be so nice having freggin' 100-dollar sheets to sleep upon every night!


Happy Anniversary to us!

June 28, 2007

the diet and exercise begin today!

Seriously. It's on like Donkey Kong.

Today is exactly one month away from Kelly and Chad's wedding in San Antonio. And I am proclaiming to the nations that at Kelly and Chad's wedding I will be hot. I will be fierce. I will be...not fat.

I've decided to make my exercise and diet endeavors public knowledge. That way, if I slip up or miss a day, then everyone will know about it. Hopefully, that will keep me motivated.

The goal: Lose 8 pounds. (I know I probably can't do that in one month the healthy way, but I am going to try to lose as much as I can).

Right now, I measure up at 5 feet 7 inches and weigh 143.8 pounds. Yikes!

Yes, I just went and made that known, didn't I? I MUST be motivated!

8 pounds is the goal. Here we go.

I am keeping track of what I've eaten and how often I've worked out on this blog. If you want, you can track my progress or you can ignore all of these posts all together. Ha!

Food:

Breakfast - I kinda slept through breakfast. Oops!

Lunch - Small cup of enchilada soup, 1/2 turkey and swiss sandwich at Chili's, water

Snack - Peanut butter sandwich and a white chocolate mocha from Starbucks (non-fat, no whip)

Dinner - One serving of beef stroganoff

Drinks - nothing but water (well, other than the coffee necessary for me to stay awake in my current grad class)

Exercise:
10 minutes of cardio on treadmill, 10 minutes on eliptical, 5 minutes on bike.

Remember, this is only the first day!

BRING IT ON!

solitude of self - e.c. stanton

This is amazing. It's only a very short excerpt from Elizabeth Cady Stanton's "Solitude of Self" speech presented to the Committee of the Judiciary of the United States Congress, Monday, January 18, 1892.

If you know anything about American history, you know that Stanton, along with Susan B. Anthony were the two major pioneers of women's rights in our country. Stanton's urging here is for the government to treat women and men as equals. She wraps up her speech with the following:
And yet, there is a solitude, which each and every one of us has always carried with him, more inaccessible than the ice-cold mountains, more profound than the midnight sea; the solitude of self. Our inner being, which we call ourself, no eye nor touch of man or angel has ever pierced. It is more hidden than the caves of the gnome; the sacred adytum of the oracle; the hidden chamber of eleusinian mystery, for to it only omniscience is permitted to enter. Such is individual life. Who, I ask you, can take, dare take, on himself the rights, the duties, the responsibilities of another human soul?


June 26, 2007

teef, updated.

Yeah, ok, so my visit to the dentist was pretty anti-climatic. My teeth look better, but there was no dramatic difference. (I'll get a picture up for you later...'cuz I know you're all dying to see them, right?)

The procedure was painless. He did a little drilly-drill (without novacaine), pasted a little moldy-mold onto two of my baby teeth, sanded them down, and that was pretty much it. I took a look at them in the mirror and thought, "Hmm...not much of a difference, but ok!"

He said the dramatic difference would only come about if I got implants - no thanks! (teeth implants, by the way...) That involves a whole lot more pain and invasion of my otherwise healthy and normal-looking mouth. No sir. No teef implants for me.

So I will settle with my baby teeth as they are. They look good enough, my mouth is a little more balanced, and I am happy.

Woohoo!

June 24, 2007

family time at cracker barrel = dvd player on the table.

My husband and I went to Cracker Barrel today for a late breakfast. Of course, with it being Sunday, the place was packed. We had to wait about 20 minutes before we got a table and our waitress was flustered and the food took forever, yadda yadda.

I noticed a cute family sitting a few feet away from us. Mom, Dad, little girl (probably about 4 or 5) and a little boy in a booster seat (probably about 2 or 3).

Everything was going just fine until the little boy started screaming. Everyone turned their heads towards the family and the Mom and Dad both shrugged their shoulders and smiled. Didn't reprimand the child, didn't tell him to be quiet...nothing.

Moments passed and it happened again. The whole restaurant turned to stare in disgust and this time, the Mom and Dad just ignored the child, pretended he wasn't there, pretended he wasn't screaming at the top of his little lungs.

Then, what my eyes saw next astounded me. I noticed the Mom getting a device out her purse. She opened it up and pressed a button. The image loaded on the screen: Phillips DVD.

"Oh no, she isn't!" I thought.

Oh yes she is.

She waited for the DVD player to load the Nick Jr. DVD "Dora the Explorer", checked to see if the sound was turned up high enough and then placed the DVD player ON THE RESTAURANT TABLE facing her kids and went back to eating her meal.

The kids sat in silence and ate their breakfast happily. Of course. Why wouldn't they?

Forget talking to each other over a meal. Forget manners and decorum in a public setting. Just bust out the DVD player and let it do your parenting for you.

Congratulations.

June 23, 2007

teef!

I'll tell you all about my new teeth later. I'm kinda tired. :/

oh my goodness!

Can you believe it? One day until our SECOND anniversary! I can't believe it's been two years. They've been so wonderful to me!

I am so excited about what we have planned to celebrate. Dinner at Bene Vita then a live play at The Rep downtown: The Full Monty. Oh yeah!

Rest assured that there will be pictures posted later.

I cannot wait to give Aaron his gift, either. I would tell you what it is, but it's a secret. Shhhh! :)

I can't wait!!

Countin' the days until our SECOND anniversary!
Daisypath Ticker

June 21, 2007

baby teeth go bye-bye tomorrow.

Wish me luck!

la hacienda de yummo foodo.

My day started off wonderfully. I was sleeping, snoozing, spread-eagle on our wonderful bed when my husband laid down and said, "I'd like to take you to lunch today."

How could I say no?!

I jumped up, got dressed quickly (it was, after all, after 10 a.m....oops!) and we headed to Jacksonville for some grub.

I originally insisted that we go to Cody's Cafe, a homestyle little diner that serves food made the traditional way: fried.

We pulled up to the parking lot and noticed it was empty: the were closed for vacation. Doh!

Aaron then said that he had heard of this "little Mexican deli" nearby and that maybe we could try that. I thought, "A Mexican deli? Is that possible?"

So we rolled on into La Hacienda. As far as looks go, it's pretty shabby. You walk in and the place is empty, desolate, small. On the left side is small grocery store and on your right, there are about 5 tables for patrons.

We went up to order our food and I was overjoyed that in order to order (ha!), I had to read the menu in Spanish! There was no English anywhere! It was wonderful!!

I ordered two tacos and Aaron got a "torta" (a Mexican hamburger).

As I looked around, this shabby little restaurant took me to another world - a world that did not exist in Arkansas. Suddenly, I was back home.

Home...Del Rio, Texas. Three miles away from the Mexico border. A place I spent 18 years trying to leave and now, feel desperate to return to.

I looked around and soaked it all in: the poster advertising their "Tres Liches" cake and their "tomates frescas." It was so wonderful.

Before our food came, I asked about drinks. The waitress pointed to a "refrigerador" wherein contained BOTTLED soda. Mexican bottled soda. It's the best thing in the world. So I grabbed two Coca-Cola's, opened them with the can opener hanging off a nail in the wall and sat down to eat my chips and homemade cilantro salsa.

The food eventually arrived and it was awesome! Aaron's "torta" was gigantic (so to speak) and I took a bite of it and, in my mind, was whisked back to Acuna, Mexico, where the nachos are greasy, the meat is spicy, and the margaritas are constantly a-flowin'.

After we ate, I looked around in their little grocery store and was again flooded by memories of my hometown: the Pico Limon candies, the orange wheat pasta, the rosa pecan and cinnamon cookies.

For a brief moment in time, I was home again. And it felt so, so, good.

June 20, 2007

kiss these baby teeth goodbye!

I went to the dentist today for a filling. I freggin' hate the dentist. This is the one thing in which I feel anxiety over. Yes, I would rather go to the gyno than the dentist.

The whole ordeal took about 10 minutes. I didn't even have to get numb. No shots or anything!

There was one moment where I felt his drill strike a nerve (or something), but I will spare you from the James-Frey-A-Million-Little-Pieces dental description. (Ever read that book? I couldn't finish it).

Anyhow, if you know me, you know that I have two baby teeth that never quite made the leap from my gums to underneath my pillow. They have always bothered me, especially in pictures. You can tell (well, if you look real hard), that one half of my mouth doesn't match the other. And it's because of those danged baby teeth.

I've always wanted to get this "problem" taken care of. I've experienced getting two crowns, one veneer, and about 6 fillings. I didn't want this "problem" to require anything evasive or painful.

So I asked the doc, "What do you think you could do about these baby teeth?"

After examining them for a moment, he said the solution was simple: molding.

Basically, he is going to "add on" to the baby teeth to make them match the adult teeth on the other side. No drills, no teeth being pulled, no blood -- hopefully.

I talked to the receptionist and asked for an estimate -- after my insurance (which is awesome, by the way) pays for the procedure, my copay will be a whopping $54! I couldn't believe it!

I said, "When can I come back?!"

I have an appointment this Friday (yes, like two days from now) to get those baby teeth taken care of. I am so excited! I'm going to look different! My mouth will finally be balanced! LoL!

The official before picture: (can ya tell I really should be studying right now...)

All normal, straight, adult teeth on the right side. Whacked out little baby teeth on the left side. See 'em?

Friday.
11 a.m.
It's goin' down.

cassandra's extreme home makeover.

With each summer, I get motivated to re-do, clean, spruce up our house. This time, it's for real. I have already purchased rugs for our dining room and I couldn't be more happier. It really sets the room off and makes it look more "homey." Plus, all of Texas's dog hair now has someplace other to go than the tile. Woohoo!

Next on the agenda is bedding for the guest room. Anything goes, really. Our guest room used to be a little boy's room. We haven't done much to it since we've moved in...two years ago...but, now is the time!

I know we're going to paint the walls a neutral color and here are our options: we will either move the bedding from our current bedroom into the guest room (we're getting kind of tired of our old stuff) or I could buy a new bedding set for the room and then decorate it all brand-new with brand-new things.

Here's the bedding I am thinking about getting for the guest room. It's from Target and I couldn't believe how cheap this was going for. Is it hideous? I really like it...

Remember, it's just a guest room, so we're not going to spend $500 on 650-count Egyptian cotton sheets or anything. What do you think?

We are also contemplating getting new bedding for our bedroom, you know, the place where all the magic happens - ha!

We do want something a little more "expensive" and higher quality. Something soft and easy to fall into. Our current bedroom color-scheme is red and beige. It's getting old. Our bathroom, however, is a nice combination of mocha brown, light blue, and beige. I love those colors together - blue and brown. Perhaps you've picked up on that based on the colors I chose for my blog. What a coincidence! So, yes, we want a brown and blue bedding set for the bedroom to match the bathroom.

Here are some options for our bedroom. Again, are they hideous??
I can't tell from the website if this is brown or gold...what do you think? It's a fabulous deal. I didn't even know you could get a 20-piece bedding set! I suppose the price and package are what is really drawing me to this one. But I don't want it if it's gold. Yuck.

Here's another:

So I'm REALLY liking this one. Of course, I'd love the one that costs the most money, wouldn't I? If we go with this one, we are truly going to be treating ourselves. It is crazy-expensive and we'd have to buy each piece separately. What a pain. It is gorgeous, though...

Decisions, decisions!

June 19, 2007

the roses story.

It's not that great of a story, but I figured you may want to know where they came from.

It's an on-going tradition, something grained into the moral code of parenthood, that you buy your daughter (ok, and maybe son) flowers for their participation and overall excellence (ha!) in their dance recital.

As you know, I had my first dance recital in over 10 years about three days ago.

We had an afternoon recital and an evening recital. Aaron would bypass the afternoon one and come see me perform in the evening.

I came home between shows and my husband was playing Guitar Hero II in the living room. And why not? It was a Saturday.

I sit down on the couch, exhausted from my efforts in the afternoon recital, and look over and see on the kitchen counter, a dozen bright, red roses, still in the packaging.

I asked, "Are those my flowers?"

He said, "Oh, yeah. Sorry, I didn't think you'd be home this early. I should have hid them."

OH...MY...GOSH....ARE YOU SERIOUS?!

I said, "Well, why don't you go hide them real quick and I'll pretend I never saw them."

He said, "Nah, I don't have anywhere to put them."

Are men just like, not aware of how this is supposed to work? My mom would tell me that I should just be thankful that he got me flowers in the first place. Whatever!

The thing is, Aaron knows how to be romantic -- obviously -- did you read my post from last night?! It just seemed that putting the roses on the counter was so...effortless (and not in a good way!)

So, the flowers remained on the kitchen counter until it was time to head to the evening recital.

After the show, Aaron walked up to me, with the same roses in tow and said, "I got you flowers."

Gee, honey...what a surprise...thanks.

*sigh* my sweet, sweet husband.

I came home from my grad class tonight and couldn't believe my eyes.

As I walked into our dining room, the aroma of pasta filled the air. Aaron cooked me dinner! He made spaghetti!!

I saw the table: there was a candle lit in the center, the lights were turned down low, steam was rising off of my spaghetti plate, the red roses he bought me were placed nicely on the table, a salad adorned the place mat, two types of dressing were available, as was salt and pepper. WOW!

He had coordinated my arrival precisely. As I sat down, I saw the cheese beginning to melt on top of my heaping portion of spaghetti.

It gets even better. As I sat down to eat, he walked into the living room and played a CD: Frank Sinatra!

What a wonderful, romantic surprise from my amazing husband. I was blown away!

Thank you, baby. You made my day.

June 17, 2007

rugs and roses.

I'll tell you the story about the roses later.

We finally bought rugs for our dining room and look how great it looks! I am so proud of my little country-cottage-looking eating nook. Yay for rugs at Target!

the dance recital.

I'm feeling a little tired at the moment, so I'm afraid you will not receive my editorialized version of my dance recital experience -- at least not yet. But here are some pictures to get you started. They are very blurry and you can barely see what's going on, but hey, they're pictures.

The beginning of "No More I Love You's" -- Annie Lennox
Yes, there's me. Not too sure why my head is back and everyone else's is straight. Oh yes I do, because I had NO idea what I was doing! LoL!

There's pretty Shannon with her blonde hair lookin' all ballerina-like.

There's me in the back. Check out that incredible form! HeeHee.

The very ending of the dance. So dramatic. You can't tell from this picture, but we are all heaving and wheezing. We're getting too old for this nonsense!

Looks like a Michael Jackson number, but we were really dancing to "Steamed Heat." It's a Broadway show tune. Very cute.

Everyone loves a fallap 8-count to a can-can line!

More about my recital experience later. I gotta get started on some homework and then maybe head to bed. Yes, bed would be a good idea right about now.

"i drive...i drive...I DRIVE A DODGE STRATUS!!!"

This is the SNL skit I was telling you about. It accompanies the following photos of our new car.

It's actually pretty nice. Only a year old, low mileage, fun to drive.




June 15, 2007

so nothing is wrong with jayden james after all...

If you know me, you know I have a slight obsession with Britney Spears. I just love the girl. I have a few concerns over her recent behavior and yes, I think she's trashy, but something about her fascinates me. I suppose it's because I grew up watching her on Mickey Mouse Club and I wanted to be just like her and get to dance and sing with all those cute little boys on the show.

I know it's stupid, but I like her. Ok? Shoot me!

So I got my recent issue of Star in the mail today and lo and behold, there's a picture of her second son, Jayden James!

My husband and I (and yes, he's going to kill me for telling you this) have talked about why this second little boy of hers has been hidden from the media spotlight. My thinking was that something was wrong him and she didn't want the public to know. And I don't blame her.

Turns out, nothing's wrong at all. He's actually really cute!

He's the one Britney is carrying. The other boy, as noted on the website I pulled this picture from, has a serious wedgie. LoL. Cute.



June 14, 2007

fighting mad.

I am mad. I am pissed. I am livid. I am sad.

I won't go into the details on this blog because you never know who's reading it.

But someone hurt my friend this week. And he got away with it.

My friend, I will call her Stacey, went to the movies on a random afternoon and met up with some friends. The friends were too late.

As Stacey was getting out of her car, a man came up and told her to give him her purse. She refused. He hit her. He hit her some more. And some more. This is real life, people. Not a sad Kelsey Smith story that has no bearing on your life whatsoever. This is one of my closest friends!

He eventually got her purse and took off in a "getaway" car and Stacey was taken away from the movie parking lot in a f****** ambulance!

She's ok now. I am going to visit her this afternoon, but I am fighting mad that someone could do this to her.

Aaron's on a rampage, too.

What makes it worse is that Stacey's fiance is currently deployed to the Middle East. He left the day before this incident occurred.

I cried, I yelled, and I watched my husband seethe as I told him the news.

Don't people realize how completely outdated it is to steal a woman's purse?! Technology has advanced so much so that in 5 minutes after his taking the purse, all credit cards and cell phones were no longer in use. Most people don't even carry cash on them anymore, so it completely boggles my mind how someone could be so retro and steal a purse.

What boggles my mind even more so is that someone laid their hands on my friend.

I am pissed.

gorilla tit.

Was the name of a shot off the menu at Casa Mexicana last night.

That's all. Just thought you should know.




And no, I did not partake.

June 12, 2007

my leotard's too tight.

Doesn't that just make you want to laugh? What a funny title.

But really, it is.

My friend Shannon and I have been attending classes in Cabot for the past year and our recital is this Saturday! Oh my gosh, what have I gotten myself into?

I fear I don't know the routines as well as I would prefer. I fear making a fool out of myself and I fear ripping a hole in the armpit of my leotard that is way too small.

I only feel comforted in knowing that Shannon, who weighs 56 lbs., can't fit into her leotard, either.

paper writing.

Need to write a paper.

Need to finish the book to write the paper.

Need to have this done in 3 1/2 hours.

Boooooooooo.

June 11, 2007

headache, fatigue, and a presentation due in 18 minutes.

I'm tired and my head hurts. I thought it was due to my lack of caffeine today, so I stopped at Starbucks on my way to school to pick up my fave, a white chocolate mocha. I've been guzzling on the thing for the past hour and nothing -- I still have a raging headache.

Why no caffeine all day? My husband and I are trying to "get healthy" (something we tend to do in spurts every couple months or so) "But it's for real this time!" Ha. So yes, no Dr. Peppers for me...at least not today.

I have a presentation due in...17 minutes...for my Women in Journalism class. I wouldn't mind, but I can't even stand to hear the tap tap tap of this keyboard. How am I ever going to entertain a class of scholars with this pounding in my temples?!

16 more minutes until class starts.

On a lighter note, I think my husband and I have found our new, more "economical" car: a 2006 Dodge Stratus. LoL. That just makes me laugh so much. Not because it's a hideous car (it's actually quite wonderful!) but because of the following:

Have you ever seen the skit on Saturday Night Live when Will Farrell comes home to his wife and daughter and they're all eating around the dinner table and no one is talking? All you hear is the clicking of their forks on their dinner plates and then finally, conversation erupts into full-on fighting and yelling across the table. Will Farrell then screams, "I drive a Dodge Stratus!!!" and the conversation come to a screeching halt and his family looks at him like he's crazy. LoL. I have a feeling Aaron will be saying that to me daily at the dinner table. It's been an on-going joke with us for a while.

I drive a Dodge Stratus!!

13 minutes until class...I better get going.

truck for sale! any takers?

Sadly, we are putting our new baby up for sale. The 2007 Chevy Silverado is a freakin' dream machine...we can afford it, but it's much smarter to sell it for something a whole lot more "economical."

If you or anyone you know is looking for a new truck and a super great deal, please let me know soon!

You couldn't ask for a better truck (it makes me sad to even think about it being gone) or a better price.

If you know anyone, holler at me!


June 9, 2007

"i just thought it'd be good to remember them."

My in-laws have been in town since Wednesday and tonight, all of us (me, Aaron, his mom and dad) went to a reunion of one of Aaron's father's squadrons from back in the day.

The reunion was held at Cajun's Wharf in Little Rock. The evening started with "happy hour" in which I took part in heavy mass consumption of regular coke on the rocks. Ha!

Then, we all migrated to a dining room and ate dinner which consisted of the following: gumbo, mashed potatoes with cheese (which were SO good), fried shrimp, fried catfish, hush puppies (or as I called them when I was little, "hush dogs"), and yummy iced tea.

Throughout the whole course of the night, I stood/sat there and looked pretty. I didn't have much to contribute to the conversation - obviously.

However, before dinner began, one of the former commanders stood up and began his "speech." The one thing that stuck out was that since the year's these men have worked together, some members of their squadron have since passed away.

"I just thought it'd be good to remember them," he said. And then he listed off a series of four or five names of men who have since passed on.

These guys were like brothers to the other men in the squadron. It's neat how the Air Force creates families amongst people you didn't even know before.

I leaned over and asked Aaron how it's going to feel in 30 years when it comes to pass that some of his friends will die. Some may get cancer, some may be killed in accidents, some may develop other illnesses that take their lives.

He couldn't even think about it. And neither could I.

It just goes to show you once again: value what you have when you have it. Your dumb second lieutenant will one day become a 70-year-old man with bad eyesight. The goofy navigator's wife will one day be a widow. Your comrade in battle may live through the war, but be killed in a car accident on his way to his granddaughter's birthday party.

And we will all be gone one day.

June 8, 2007

are our lives really this perfect?

No.

I've gotten so many messages in the last year or two that say the following: "You look so happy! Things must be going so great for you! Your life is perfect! I'm jealous!"

I read...and then laugh.

Why do people presume that my life is perfect simply based on what's on my myspace page or this blog?

Why do people presume that other people's lives are perfect based on the same reasons?

Here's the deal. People like myself, who blog and myspace, tend to not showcase the miserable things about life. I don't broadcast to the world the fights I have with my husband, or my father's health issues, or how I think I need to lose 10 pounds.

My life is not perfect.

I think we bloggers lie to ourselves...that, or we lie to others. We don't want people to see the ugly things about our lives. We don't want our spouses to get their feelings hurt if we bash them in a blog (which is why we would never do that in the first place). We don't want people to know about the true inner-working of ourselves. What makes us cry, angry, maybe even a little weird. It's not that those issues aren't there. It's just that we choose not to write about them.

So, no...don't be jealous because my life is so much "better" than yours. It's not.

That's just what I want the world to believe.

June 6, 2007

july 4, 1982. little rock, arkansas. what an interesting day it was!

No one celebrated the birth of little 'ol me in Little Rock. Instead, I think people were probably consumed with what happened in Jasper the day before.

To make a long story short, a married couple hijacked a bus headed to Kansas City. The man claimed he was the Messiah and that yes, he would kill people who got in the way of his mission and that he and his wife would raise from the dead 3 1/2 days later. Hmm...

So they took people on the bus hostage until they could interview with local media. The police granted these "chosen ones" their wish. After the interviews, in which we learned that this married couple were a part of cult -- go figure! -- they let the hostages go unharmed.

They then decided to approach the police line. They got on their knees, kissed each other, then the wife shot her husband in the face (IN THE FACE!), then turned the gun towards her chest and shot herself in the heart.

I wonder if they ever rose on July 7 1/2th...

June 5, 2007

school's out for summer!

Ahhhh...it is finished. No more school. No more students. No more meetings. No more waking up early.

I packed up my classroom, which was kind of sad -- but not really.

I am relishing in my new-found freedom and more than anything, loving the fact that I don't have to wake up at 6 a.m. ever again! (Unless I want too, of course...which would never happen!)

Here's to new adventures this life will bring.

FREEDOM!!!!

June 4, 2007

one more day and sunflower seeds.

Tomorrow is my last day as a high school teacher...at least for now.

Do you see me weeping? NO!

And why are sunflower seeds so good? I've been sitting at the computer for about an hour now and just realized that my whole bag is nearly gone. How does that always seem to happen?

I need to get off the computer now and ready my presentation for tonight at school. My first grade of the semester is due today and I'm nervous.

The danged sunflower seeds!!

June 3, 2007

babies, babies, everywhere!

Everyone I know is having a baby. Well, ok, maybe not everyone, but a lot of stinkin' people are having babies.

WHY?!?!

How is that possible? At this time in my life, the absolute last thing I want is a baby. How is that people my age and even slightly younger are pushing out all these kiddos? They haven't even been married that long!

Maybe I'm crazy, but I love the company of my husband. I know, shocker! I don't want anything in the world to disrupt the good thing we've got goin' on. Yes, I want babies -- but not at this moment.

I suppose we're all different, but it makes me nervous when I hear of people who've been married...like, 4 months or something, already talking about being pregnant. Some people have been taken by surprise, but most people I know are deliberately making babies. Is something lacking in their relationship that they feel the need to reproduce? Does the woman feel "incomplete" or that she's not fulfilling her "role" until she has a child? Do people think having a baby is going to make their marriage better? Or do people seriously just...want babies?

Babies, babies, babies.

WHY?!?!?

June 2, 2007

the promotion party.

Oh...my...gosh.

The promotion party for all those who made Captain was held last night in downtown Little Rock at the Flying Saucer.

I think the pictures speak for themselves, but I have included captions to help guide you on your way. Enjoy!

The outfit that took forever to pick out.


Aaron and I at the house before we left for the par-tay.


The table in which lies the most potent pretzel mustard I have ever had in my life. It burned a hole in your soul...and sinuses.


Chicken wings, pretzels, and nachos.


Our friends, the Jackson's.


Thank you, Joe and Laura, for being our DD's! (Even though all I drank was root beer!)


Max and his "gaggle" (whatever that is).
Max: "Joe, at least you didn't get that on a picture!"
Joe: "You're right. I got it on video!"


Crazy Shannon and me. LoL.


Shannon and Shilo doing "jager bombs." Can you tell I was the one documenting the nonsense, rather than partaking in it? Ha!


Shannon, Me, Laura, Shilo, and Kristen


Last picture of the night. It's bedtime!

aaron is now captain webb!

O Captain, my Captain!

My husband got promoted to Captain in the USAF on May 28, 2007. Here are some pictures from the swearing in ceremony.

I am so proud of my Captain! I love you!

Lt. Col. Anderson gives the introduction


Aaron swears in as "Captain Webb."


The happy couple. YAY!


Aaron and everyone else who became a Captain.


The Webb's! :o)


The beginning of the "burger burn" after his promotion ceremony.

future leaders of america.

Praise Jesus, the school year is almost over. Two more days. Two more days that wouldn't normally exist but we had a heavy snowfall in February. Snow days. They're great when you're off, awful when you have to make them up.

Here's some pictures of my students this past year. I didn't get a picture of my 4th period or 7th. Bummer.

First Period: serious and focused


First Period: on a normal day


Second Period: proper and pristine


Second Period: notice the lovely shirt-lift...nice.


3rd Period: so sweet


3rd Period: goofy


*Insert pictures of 4th period here* I was on base during this class for Aaron's promotion ceremony.*

6th Period: classy


6th Period: silly things


*Insert pictures of 7th period here. All of them went home early because they were exempted from taking a semester exam. I don't blame 'em!*

So, here they are: mis estudiantes.
 
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