February 27, 2008

if this doesn't make you cry, you have no soul.

Hands-down, no questions asked. David Archuleta is my favorite American Idol contestant. He has been my favorite from the very beginning, when he sang "Waiting for the World to Change" by John Mayer. He gets my vote. As far as I'm concerned, the show is over.

"That was one of the most beautiful songs ever written and one of the most moving performances I've ever heard." -- Paula

February 26, 2008

"one order of fried brain, please."

I am exhausted.

I have a major project due tonight. Did I know about it in advance? Of course. But when a husband comes home from Iraq after being gone 4 months, one tends to lose their focus for about, oh...two weeks.

I decided I better start working on this project...two days ago.

I stayed up until 5 a.m. on Monday night and then 4 a.m. last night. It is now 2:10 p.m. and I JUST finished.

As Charlotte York would say, "My hair hurts."

I can't wait for the day to be over. I get to come home and watch AI and The Biggest Loser. Tuesday nights are the best!

And thank God tomorrow is my day off from school. Aaron and I have fun plans for tomorrow night: Chicago-style pizza and beer at Guisano's downtown and then the Three Days Grace/Breaking Benjamin/Seether concert! Bet you didn't know we were such rock stars, did ya? (At least we are in our own minds...)

Now if only I can get through the next 7 hours...

amy schlesing.

I want to be more like this woman. Amazing.

Amy will be heading out to Iraq again -- for her 5th tour as an embedded journalist writing for the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette. I've provided a link to her old blog, but am hoping that the same URL will connect us to the blog she'll write this go-around.

What a fantastic opportunity for her and such a service for the rest of us.

February 25, 2008

the test.

The 4-8 test wasn't as terrible as I thought, which means I probably failed it. Isn't that how things usually go?

The English/Language Arts part was a breeze, but I pretty much played "eenie-meenie-miney-mo" on the math and science parts. Whatever...

I wasn't too passionate about this test (I didn't even finish taking the practice test in the study manual. Yeah, that's how much I cared). If I fail, whatever. I'm not going to take it again.

The EC-4 test is the one I really cared about. Who wants to teach junior high kids?!! I mainly took it for 5th and 6th grade credential. I'll know in about 3-4 weeks if I am officially certified to teach across the board: little babies in pre-school all the way up to seniors in high school.

I think that would be pretty dang cool (and oh-so-marketable), if I do say so myself.

February 22, 2008

much too young to feel this damn old.

I feel like I've been run over by an 18-wheeler...

Aaron and I stayed up super late last night. I finally went to bed at about 4:30 a.m., while Aaron stayed up until about 5:45 a.m.

What was the reason for this insanity? Two words: XboX 360.

We finally had "Christmas" this week and one of the gifts I got for Aaron was Guitar Hero III. After we watched AI and Lost, (it was also tacos and margaritas night), we decided to play the game for the first time...and we didn't stop.

Although we had lots of fun together, when we finally woke up at 1 p.m. and walked into the living room, it looked like a fraternity had held a party in our house. What a mess.

We've spent the day doing laundry and cleaning up the house and now I've finally sat down to focus in on this test for tomorrow.

Uggggggggh. I just can't hang like I used to.

February 21, 2008


I'm taking the Generalist 4-8 elementary test this Saturday. And I just NOW opened and starting reading the 250 page study manual.

Algebra? Geometry? Trigonometry?!?!I haven't even taken a trig course my whole life.

I'm doomed.

February 20, 2008

updation: heber springs, part duex.

Sorry for the delay. It's been a hectic two days. But I have returned! Grab yourself a blanket, a cup of joe (or whatever you like) and nestle in for the longest post in history.

I believe I left off with us heading out for dinner, correct? And so the story resumes...

We asked the innkeeper about good places to eat. He suggested a Cajun restaurant where they served alligator....uhmm, no thanks. He also then advised us that we were in a dry county so that if we wanted alcohol with our dinner, we only had one option: a cafe on the outskirts of town. Done.

We headed out in the pouring rain (a storm had begun during our nap). The rain was pelting down on our windshield and, as always, we didn't have an umbrella. I was, at that moment, very glad I hadn't wasted 30 minutes curling my hair.

We arrived at the "cafe" and and I was a little confused when we pulled up into a gravel parking lot and the "cafe" bore neon lights advertising "cold beer." Classy.

It wasn't anything I thought it was going to be. I pictured a swank, Sex & the City type cafe where waiters wore black and the lights were turned down way low. Not so much.

We walked in and were greeted by Joanie, a large, older woman who said, "Welcome, y'all! Have ya heard about our strawberry specials?! Tonight's the fried seafood buffet, but you can order off the menu, if you'd like!" Oh my...

As it turns out, we did have a good time. We laughed when we saw Franzia on the wine list. Mmmm...nothing says "sophisticated" like wine in a box!

I ordered the blackened shrimp and Aaron had "stuffed steak" with crawfish (off the menu, of course, because that's how we roll). The food was excellent and we also ordered chocolate-covered strawberries and a piece of chocolate meringue pie for dessert -- incredibly delicious. We gave our waitress a big tip - mainly because she said "my rock" was huge and that I "must be pretty special." Nice girl that one.

Overall cafe scores:

Joanie: B-
Seafood Buffet (based on looks alone): D
Ambiance: D-
Wine/Beer Selection: C
Waitress: A
Food: A+

After dinner, we went looking around town "for something to do." What a joke! Apparently, Heber Springs is a "lake town," with the busiest seasons being...not right now. The town was absolutely dead. We looked for a movie theatre. There was one - an old-fashioned style, marquee theatre. I was thrilled!! Unfortunately, the only movie showing was The Spiderwick Chronicles and it had already started. Bummer.

We spotted a coffee shop called Jitterbug that stayed open until 10 p.m. "We might have to come back," we thought.

We drove a little further and found the Sugar Loaf Dance Center. Yes!! I was so excited! A country music dance hall, with live music! "This is sooooo Hope Floats," I told Aaron.

We pulled into the parking lot and a quick survey of the neighboring cars revealed a scary premonition: What if this is a place for...*dun dun dun* old people???

I told Aaron I'd run up to the door and see what the sign says...then we'd make a decision. Well, the sign was useless. All it said was "smoke free." So, I opened the door and what to my wandering eyes should appear...a bunch of old people square-dancing on the dance floor. Men sat at the tables in the back, sipping their Coca Cola's and wearing leather vests, women sat together in groups, clapping their hands in an off-beat rhythm to the smooth, sweet sounds flowing from the stage - where yet another elderly man was singing a country song I couldn't recognize. I laughed out loud...and all the way back to the car. This was definitely NOT where we wanted to be.

So, we were left with no other option but the coffee shop.

When we got there, it was pretty much empty. Nice, we thought.

We ordered two coffees and then combed through the games she had on the bookshelf in the front of the store.

No checkers. Bummer.

She did have, however, a pretty impressive chess board.

I've never played chess before, so in a moment of temporary insanity, I asked Aaron if he could teach me to play: big mistake. Chess is...hard. Here's proof.

Before chess:

During chess:

After the movie apparently ended next door, the coffee shop was flooded with junior high kids (also known as the spawns of the Devil). It got incredibly loud and a bit annoying, but we played through the pain. The kids left when Mommy and Daddy picked them up out front and before we knew it, the shop was closing.

We stood outside in the rain while Aaron finished his coffee. The moment was nice. I tried to capture it, but savoring moments on "film" is hard to do with a point-and-shoot. This photo makes me forget I live in Arkansas.

After leaving the coffee shop, we decided to call it a night. We went back to the Inn and watched Comedy Central until we fell asleep.

I say we fell asleep, but we didn't really. It was actually a very fitful night's "rest." It seemed they turned the heat on while we were gone and we had no thermostat. It was so hot in the room that sleeping just wasn't going to happen. Both Aaron and I tossed and turned all night long. I threw the blankets off of me at one point and still lay there, sweating like a pig. Needless to say (but I'll say it anyway), that when we woke up for breakfast, we were incredibly groggy and Cassandra wasn't in the best of moods. Aaron drew me a bath in the garden tub, though, and that managed to make me feel better. I know, barf.

My mood only got better, however, when we went to breakfast.

We walked into the main parlor/living room (remember the shrimp guy?) and were greeted once again by the innkeeper, Mark.

He asked us if omelettes and biscuits and sausage was okay. Uhm, duh. We sat down at the dining room table and awaited our meal. I took this opportunity to snap some pictures.

The dining room
The stairs that led up to the rooms where we DIDN'T stay
And then, oh glorious of all moments, arrived our breakfast. Starbucks coffee, fresh orange juice, fresh fruit, home-made Southern biscuits, home-made gravy, bacon and chive omelettes, breakfast sausage, and the mother of all breakfast delicacies: home-made cinnamon rolls. I was in Heaven. The food was absolutely delicious and worth every penny.

The innkeeper, Mark, sat down with us (which I thought was a bit annoying at first) but he turned out to be pretty interesting and really hit it off with Aaron when he mentioned the Borat movie and Call of Duty for the XBox 360. I pretty much just sat there and ate...and ate...and ate...while the "men" talked about whatever it is they were talking about.

We checked out of the Inn soon after and headed home. The ride home was a lot faster than the ride getting there. The rain had let up and we had sunshine all the way back.

Overall weekend score

Things to do in Heber Springs: C-
Sugar Loaf Dance Center: A+ (if you're old)
Jitterbug Coffee Shop: B
When junior high kids show up: D-
The game of chess: F
Abbe House Inn temperature controls: F
Garden tub: A+
Abbe House Chef/Breakfast: A++
Being with my husband, Aaron Webb: Off the charts.

February 18, 2008

a little diddy about heber springs.

As I mentioned earlier, Aaron and I headed out for a "romantic getaway" this weekend. We went to Heber Springs and stayed at the Abbe House Inn.

Before I go on and on about the weekend, I wanted to post a picture of the roses Aaron got me after I made that stupid comment.

As it turns out, Aaron went to Kroger on his way home from dropping off Texas at the kennel. He noticed that the employees were marking down all the roses left over from Valentine's Day. He picked up a bouquet of two dozen roses that were originally priced at $54. He then asked an employee if the roses were marked down.

She scanned the bar code with her "laser gun" and then showed Aaron the screen: $7.99.

"Is that good enough for ya," she asked. Aaron bought me leftover Valentine's Day roses. And they were perfect. I mean, who doesn't love a bargain??

Ok, back to the weekend. As it turns out, Heber Springs is actually a lot closer than I thought. I had imagined at least a two-hour car ride. But not so. We got there in about an hour tops. It was raining the whole time and the road was hard to see. We listened to Glory Revealed and talked about my "employment plans" for the next year. It was nice.

Here are some pictures of the Abbe House. The weather wasn't too great, so the pictures aren't as sunshiney and happy as I'd like them to be, but you get the idea.

The Abbe House: 4,000 sq. feet of awesomeness.
The front porch. I love how the sky looks in this picture. The calm before the storm. The driveway looking out from the front of the house. We were literally in the middle of nowhere.
Our little "hideaway" for the evening: The Jade Room.
When we first got, we opened the front door of the house to check in and were greeted by a huge wedding party! A wedding had just taken place right before we got there and everyone was enjoying the reception in the parlor/dining room of the Inn. It was very awkward. One man, however, looked at us and asked, "You guys want some shrimp??"

Once the "inn keeper" came to the front desk, it wasn't as uncomfortable. He gave us the key to the Jade Room and off we went. I was a little bummed because our room wasn't actually IN the house. It was a room they had added on to the side of the house. It was private, but not what I had imagined.

I didn't get any pictures of the room itself because we kind of tore it up once we got there. Too much information? Sorry.

It was nice -- and definitely called the Jade Room for a reason - everything was green. There was a garden-style tub in the bathroom and the bed was actually pretty comfortable....so comfortable in fact, that we both fell asleep!

We woke up about 5 or so and got ready for dinner. Here's us before we headed out for the night:

**** I have to take a break for now. Got some errands to run. I'll update this later when I get the chance. Sorry!

right now.

My husband has had too much wine. It's 12:13 a.m.

He's watching an instructional DVD on rowing machines...

February 16, 2008

and we're off!

Aaron and I are headed out for our little "escape" from reality. We're going to pick up some lunch -- I think -- listen to praise and worship music in the car (at least that's my plan anyway) and talk about the Mars v. Venus book. Ahhh, my husband is so lucky, isn't he? LoL.

I made some silly comment before he left to drop Tex off at the kennel. A comment something like, "You don't want me anymore!" (It's the PMS talking). And when he got home from the kennel, he had two dozen roses in his hand AND a card!

I stand in awe of this man.

We'll be back tomorrow! I'll take lots of pictures!

February 15, 2008


That's how we do most celebrations these days.

The same was true for Valentine's Day. Because I had class last night, we weren't able to go out to a special dinner or do anything extremely romantic. Today, however, we're going to run some errands and then go see a movie and have a "special dinner" afterward. Then we head out of town on Saturday morning for our little rendezvous at the bed and breakfast. I'm sure Valentine's Day will soon be vindicated.

When Aaron picked me up from class last night, he had stopped at got me a Starbucks - so sweet. Then he made sure to point out what was written on the cup underneath his name: I heart Cassandra. Awww...(sorry it's blurry!)

When we got home, we exchanged some gifts. I already told you what I got Aaron and he got me two really nice cards, a "Hottie Lines" button, and a Willow Angel figurine. Yes, I'm kind of an old woman when it comes to Willow Angels - I think I might be starting a collection. Gasp!

The Hottie Lines button is hilarious. It's this really cheesy man's voice saying the stupidest things like, "Did it just get brighter in here, or did you smile?" and "Too bad you're not Algebra, 'cuz I could study you all night long." LoL.

I didn't feel like cooking and class kind of made that impossible anyway, so we got a heart-shaped pizza from Papa John's to really drive home the marketing madness that is Valentine's Day. It was sooooo good, though! Sometimes pizza just really hits the spot. We ate our pizza and watched LOST. Life is good.

February 14, 2008

a valentine's day quickie.


I just wanted to post something for the sake of posting something. I'm eating lunch and working on homework -- that's due in three hours -- while Aaron is at the gym.

We're celebrating Valentine's Day tonight, so I'll have an update/pics tomorrow sometime...maybe.

Unfortunately, I have class tonight -- total bummer. I think we'll go out to a nice dinner tomorrow night and just keep it low-key tonight...which reminds me - I need to go wrap up his gift: a vase full of heart-shaped Reese's peanut butter cups, two cards (one funny, one mushy) and a lingerie set from Victoria's Secret. Uhm...yeah. ;)

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! I wish nothing but sweet, sweet lovin' for all of you!

P.S. And no, there will be not be pictures of the lingerie set...or anything thereafter.

February 13, 2008

yes, still alive.

Four days have passed since my last post. I am so sorry.

It's just that not much has really happened. Aaron is off work for two weeks, so when I'm not at school, we're pretty much just hanging out together -- and it's wonderful!

I don't want to bore you (or disgust you) with all the details of how great it is to have him home...so, I won't. I will tell you, however, that our bed is SO HOT to sleep in at night now (quit thinking dirty). His body heat has taken a little getting used to. I'm sleeping in practically nothing and still waking up and throwing the blankets off of me and turning on the fan. Insane!

We had a pretty great night last night. I went to school (he dropped me off and picked me up. See, I told you - barf) and then we came home and ate dinner. We watched American Idol and then I introduced him to The Biggest Loser - he loved it! We watched our shows while sipping on Irish Coffees, which were a-m-a-z-i-n-g! We didn't have any decaf, so we ended up staying awake until 3 .a.m.!!! It was very reminiscent of our "early days" and it made me very, very happy.

I'm a bit sluggish this morning, though, but it was worth it. Today is my day off so we're going to run errands and hopefully watch Blood Diamond sometime tonight. I told him he HAD to watch that movie with me.

We still have yet to do our "Christmas," too. Maybe on Friday...all the presents are still wrapped and waiting patiently to be opened on our fireplace mantle...

We're going out of town this weekend for a romantic rendezvous at a bed and breakfast about two hours away (again, barf). So I will definitely have pictures and an update of both "Christmas," the weekend, and whatever else occurs between now and then.

So...that's it for now. Life is pretty much perfect.

February 8, 2008

happiness is.

A warm house, a good dog, a home-cooked meal, and a gorgeous husband sleeping on a couch in the next room.

The welcome home sign. Gotta have one.

Me all dolled up before I went to the base.

The homecoming outfit. Very ooh-la-la, wouldn't ya say? It's my "hooker meets news reporter" look...and I like it.

Waiting...and waiting...and some more waiting in the car.

They're here!!!

Real life has resumed.

Harsh afternoon lighting. Oh well.

Happy, shiny people everywhere.

"Where's your bag??"

I love my perfect husband.

a new addition!

An old choir buddy of mine from high school has joined the blogging community. Check it out!

And yes, I know I should be in bed...but...whatever. I'm not tired. :)

February 7, 2008

tips? advice? suggestions? need asap.

I am writing this in hopes that my fellow bloggers will be feeding their addicting in the next two hours or so...

I want to have something, a gift, waiting for Aaron when he gets home...but what?

I have already cleaned the house from top to bottom, I made brownies (his favorite), I washed all the bedding and made it smell oh-so-lovely...and of course, I have an "outift" planned for when we get home. Bow-chicka-wow-wow!

All that aside, can you help me think of anything? What would be a nice gift/gesture for him to see when he walked in the house? Or am I stressing over nothing and should just let what I've already done suffice?

What could I do beforehand to make his coming home (and I mean literally walking into our home) awesome?
I fixed the bed situation. Crisis averted.

houston, we have a problem.

My alarm clock went off this morning and I woke up, walked to the guest room and got Tex out of his crate. I let him outside, re-set my alarm clock and laid back down in bed - standard routine for the past three months or so.

As I was drifting off back to sleep, suddenly, I was brutally awakened to a "BAM!!!!" and then my mattress dropped about two inches and tilted a little to the left. Lol.

It scared me so much that I started laughing hysterically...alone...

Aaron and I had to buy a metal frame to place underneath our mattress because the wooden slats just weren't keeping the mattress straight enough for us. We were to the point where the support in the middle of the mattress was so weak that we would be forced to roll towards the center of the bed - not very comfortable or conducive to much sleep.

Of course, when we brought it home though, the metal frame wasn't tall enough to actually TOUCH the mattress, so we ghetto-rigged it a bit. We placed the wooden slats underneath the wheels of the frame in order to raise it up a bit. It worked like a charm. For the last couple days, though, I've noticed that sometimes when I moved around in the bed, something would squeak and creak. I thought nothing of it...until today!

It was the funniest thing, ever. I am guessing the wheels of the frame had gradually begun to slip off the wooden slats. I wouldn't know exactly what the problem is though because, well, I haven't checked. Ha!

This is a problem: My husband comes home tomorrow and no doubt, we are going to need our bed. Unfortunately, I can't lift the mattress by myself, so the first thing he's going to have to do when he gets home is...manual labor. Poor guy.

I might go back into the bedroom to assess the situation. This should be interesting.

this will be me tomorrow!

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16 December 2006: The Journal.

Oh, my sweet Jesus! You just called from Ireland! You're on your way home! Just a simple 12 more hours from now and I'll be seeing your face!

I am sick - but in a good way. My stomach is in knots and I think I would be diagnosed with severe heart palpitations if there were a doctor around. ;)

Baby, it's here! You're coming home! Hallelujah, praise Jesus!

One more lonely night in the bed by myself...

I can't wait to see you smile. I am so nervous about seeing you again. It feels like I'm going on a first date! I've already picked out an outfit (ok, I did that in October, but still)!

I wonder who's going to make the first move. LoL. Isn't that silly? I think I'm gonna let you make the first move. You kiss me, hold my hand first. I'm too awkward and silly to know what to do in those situations. I'll be a nervous wreck, so yes, it's up to you. :)

I can't believe this is finally over. I can't wait to lie beside you again. I just want to sit with you and have you hold me. *sigh.

Soon enough! 12 hours and counting.

You are everything to me. I cannot be thankful enough that tonight's will be the last journal entry. No more writing. You're home.

You have a slow dance waiting on you,

February 6, 2008

a breakthrough in thought and sanity.

So, I've been emailing back and forth with the personnel director at the school district, finding out what I need to do, what papers need to be filled out, etc.

I checked yes.

My intent as of right now is to go back to the school district. However, plans could change.

Thankfully, nothing is set in stone so if I change my mind tomorrow or two months from now, no one gets hurt.

I spent a majority of the afternoon filling out applications for reciprocity with the state, getting documents together, etc. I also wrote my transfer request letter. It went a little something like this:

"Teaching high school kids has sucked for the past three years. Please, pretty please, can I try my hand at teaching little kids? I feel like I am more than qualified. I mean, how hard is it to color and play all day long?"

Ok, that's now how it went at all...and yes, I know, you don't just color and play all day long, so elementary teachers, lower your claws.

I won't find out whether or not I can get a position in the elementary schools until (late) March, so there's no sense in worrying about things now. I did what I have to do to get the ball rolling, and that's where it stands.

If there is a position available - which I'm sure there will be, my district has at least eight elementary schools - then I would have to interview for the transfer (which should be hilarious) and then go from there. I can just picture myself in the interview now:

Elementary Principal: So, why do you want to teach elementary?

Me: 'Cuz high school sucked.

Elementary Principal: Uhm, ok. Describe your classroom management style.

Me: Well, basically, I just made the kids feel as stupid as possible. Ya know, called them out on their crap and put them in their place. It was extremely effective. No feelings were hurt whatsoever.

Elementary Principal: I see...

So, that's that. I will mail off the paperwork tomorrow and sit back, breathe, and let things take care of themselves.

And oh yeah, I forgot to include one more very slight, very minor detail about my life in this post: Aaron comes home Friday morning.

February 5, 2008

what is my intention?

During the madness of today, I received my letter of intent from the school district.

Are you returning? ______

Are you resigning? ______

Are you retiring? _______


I've been feeling a little restless in my soul these past couple days. I know a lot of it has to do with Aaron's homecoming, but a lot of it also is due to the fact that I just don't know what I'm going to do next year. If you had asked me two nights ago, I would have easily replied, "Work for the newspaper. Duh!" But if you ask me the same question now, I am leaning toward saying, "Go back to the district to teach elementary school."

The reality of it all didn't sink in until today, when I got the official letter, asking me, "Cassandra, what are your intentions?" A sinking feeling overcame me when I realized that for once, I just didn't know.

On my way to school tonight, I experienced "highway hypnosis" as I literally weighed the pros and cons of going back to the school district. By the time I got to the university, the pros heavily outweighed the cons and I was almost EXCITED about the idea of going back.

Now, I will NOT go back to the district to teach high school or junior high. I've had my fill of that age group and I NEED a change. So, if they do not offer an elementary position, well then, there's my answer...but if they do...man. oh. man.

The two jobs I would consider taking next year are either teaching elementary or working full-time for the Arkansas Democrat Gazette. With that being said, I feel the need to write down the pros and cons of each. I know this is the most boring post in the world, but it's my therapy. Go with it, or just quit reading. ;)

School District Pros:
  • It's a sure thing, a guaranteed job, they are ASKING me to come back.
  • The drive is a whopping five minutes.
  • I'm already familiar with the district, the superintendent, procedures, etc.
  • It pays well, more than the paper.
  • Off on all holidays, weekends, and summertime - major pro!
  • It might actually be fun? I might like it!
  • I tear up a little bit when I think about those little faces. I have more sympathy for little kid buttheads. Not so much for high school buttheads. Little kid buttheads are still little kids...and I've found that most of them just need someone to love on them.
  • If I hate it, it's only one year.
School District Cons:
  • What if I hate it? That will be a loooooong year.
  • Am I being naive?
  • What if it makes me miserable again because it's so much prep (remember, I've never taught elementary before). The last thing I want to feel is overwhelmed.
  • My Master's program doesn't end until August. Adding professional development, lesson planning, room-decorating, a thesis, and grad classes three nights a week doesn't sound very pleasant...(but it's only until August, then I'm done).
  • Will it take more time away from Aaron? (My ultimate number one priority)
Newspaper Pros:
  • I won't be accountable or responsible for children.
  • I get to write -- for a living.
  • It would be fun!!!!!
  • I would work in a fun environment with ADULTS.
  • It would give me some credibility if I ever wanted to pursue more writing ventures.
  • I'd meet interesting people.
  • I'd actually, uhm, USE my Master's degree.
  • I could come and go from the office as I please, as long as the work gets done.
Newspaper Cons:
  • It's a 40-minute drive...both ways...in heavy traffic.
  • It's long hours with less pay than teaching.
  • I would get paid by the hour (uhm, gross!) and can only work 40 hours a week...
  • Might include lots of traveling
  • Might include working on the weekends/evenings (the time I DO get to spend with Aaron)
  • I might hate it and then my opportunity with the school district is shot and I'm left with nothing.
  • Not off as many holidays as the school district (i.e. no Spring Break, no two weeks for Christmas, etc.).
  • It will DEFINITELY take more time away from Aaron.
Man...this is insane. Talk about crossroads! I feel like I just need the answer and then I could breathe again. I'm a total planner, so all of this unknown is driving me crazy. If I knew what was in store, then I could plan accordingly, prepare, and get it taken care of.

Other than praying for direction, got any advice?


There's just so much to do! My list has become daunting. There are not enough hours in the day. Case in point: I'm doing homework at 1:21 a.m.

My goodness.

I have homework, homework, homework. Evil professors. I was convinced that for next Monday, all I'd have to do is some light reading so I could really enjoy my weekend with Aaron. Not so. Professor Zacher sprang upon us a writing assignment five minutes before class was over. Evil, I say!!

Plus, there's all the fun stuff I want to do - like workout, and tan, and get pretty, and clean the house, and make brownies, and wash the bed sheets so they smell like Heaven when he arrives....*sigh. There's no time!!!!!

Even tomorrow is jam-packed. Check this out:
  • Have to wake up early and be out of the house before Sommer comes. This sounds simple, but it's really not.
  • Need to go to the thrift shop.
  • Should probably work out since I'm already on base. Right?
  • (Is it possible to lose 10 pounds in three days?)
  • Need to write a paper...that's due tomorrow...uhmm....
  • Need to read 145 pages of a stupid book for that paper....uhhhh...
  • Would like to tan if I have time.
  • If I tan, a shower is required, which takes about an hour from start to finish. Proper upkeep of this long hair is very time-consuming.
  • Need to be up at the school for a meeting at 5 p.m.
  • Need to be up at the school around 3 p.m. so I can prepare for this meeting at 5 p.m., which means I need to leave my house by 2:30 p.m., which means I need to be in the shower by 1:30 p.m....uhhh...
  • Have class at 6.
  • Don't get home until around 9:30.

February 3, 2008

tops in blue & my pal, kimberly.

I went to the concert alone, but as soon as I walked in, I was greeted by our good friends, the Burch's and I plopped myself right by them. I guess I kind of crashed their date, but at least I wasn't alone!

My friend, Kimberly, did a great job! For you Del Rio folk, I'm speaking of Kimberly Robinson. Remember her?

She had like, four or five solos and they were fantastic! I was so proud of her I started tearing up during her performances!

After the show, Kimberly and I got to catch up for a little bit before duty called: She had to help break down the set! It was soooo good seeing an old friend and I am definitely glad that I went, even if it was by myself.

I have some pictures and I know they're blurry. My camera doesn't do well with indoor stage lighting...but I tried. I added effects to some of the pictures, which I'm sure will be quite obvious. Enjoy! I know I did! (CAPTIONS ARE ON TOP OF THE PICTURE).

I love this picture. She did such a good job!!

I loved her 70s costume (and wig). She wasn't such a fan. LoL.

In her uniform.
And again.
Rockin' out. Actually, she was singing some 50s song, so "rockin' out" probably isn't too accurate.
Kimberly and me after the show. So proud!
Some of the mens playing their various instruments. The fiddler was awesome!
The band during the 50s decade representation. Hence, the funny plaid blazers.
'Cuz it's just not Tops in Blue without a sparkly, pink jacket!

February 2, 2008

unleashing my inner-fat kid.

I'm just ate a Big Mac, a medium fries, and a six-piece chicken nuggets...with a Dr Pepper.

Since I've been sick, ALL that sounds good to me is fast food. Isn't that bizarre?!

I went and got a pedicure and a full set of hooker-red nails, got my eyebrows waxed, and vacuumed out the car and made it smell all pretty. After all that, I was CRAVING McDonald's. Why!? I haven't eaten fast food in MONTHS and yet, this past week, I've been gobbling it up like it was my job!

I got to talk to Aaron today for 40 minutes!!!!! (While the ever-so-patient lady was doing my nails) and he said that he's eaten a bowl of ice cream with every meal for the last week...so, I guess I'm not alone. Ha!

I guess it's because we're running low on groceries...or that I've been too lethargic to even think about cooking.... or maybe it's just because my inner-fat kid has been suppressed for so long that it has finally made its way back to the surface. Whatever it is, it's got to stop...but man, those fries were gooooooooood.

you know what's sad?

I want to go to the AF Tops in Blue concert tonight because a friend of mine from high school (and college) is in the troupe. But, I have no one to go to the concert with. All my friends are hanging out with their HUSBANDS! Boo! (I don't blame 'em, but sucks for me!)

Oh, and I am feeling MUCH better. Still a little stuffy and snotty, but I FEEL fantastic! At least right now I do....

Would it be lame to go to the concert alone? :(

February 1, 2008

scratch that.

It's actually a week from today. Things change. Blah. But that's ok, I'm still happy.

it's february...

Five more days. That's all I gotta say.

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