Wednesday, May 21, 2008

What time is it?

Summertime! It's my vacation! (Yes, I own High School Musical one AND two)

Tomorrow is my last day of teaching. I want to say that I'll miss my children, want them again next year, sad to see them leave. That would be a lie. In all truthfulness... I can't wait to see them leave! Can I send them home sooner?! Don't judge me too harshly. Come walk a day in my shoes (size 6 1/2) I am worn out completely. There is nothing left to give but a hug and "have a good summer".
Speaking of summer...a time of renewal and sunblock. I love this time. For six weeks I get to do whatever I want! As long as I don't drive anywhere...gas is too expensive! I am so excited!

Only ten more days until I see my beloved again! I can't wait! I must admit I am a tad nervous. What do you say to someone you've had little (and I mean little) contact with for six weeks? This is not a made for TV movie here. There won't be any orchestra music playing in the background. More than likely I won't recognize him in his uniform. I...I... sigh.

Sometimes I can't get past the little things. They seem silly to say out loud, but they are real fears to me. For example my daughter (I'm not going to name which one in case she ever reads this)
"mom"

"yes dear"

"I don't want to have my tonsils taken out"

"does your throat hurt?"

"No, I just don't want to have them taken out"

"I don't think you need to worry about that right now, I still have mine"


"I know, it's just, I know it will hurt and I don't want to do it"


She was totally worrying about things beyond her control AND things that haven't happened yet or things that might not even happen. I personally think it is silly to worry about having your tonsils taken out, but that was a real fear to her at the time. All I could do was shake my head and wonder why she was so worried.
I don't know what's going to happen when I go to Texas, I have no control over what will happen, it's not even happened yet. Go back to my top ten list and read number nine... I am a worrier.

I wonder if God just looks at me and shakes his head with a small smile. "there goes that Carrie again, worrying about what she can't control. Doesn't she know I AM? Oh child, relax and let me handle it."

Okay Abba.

Friday, May 2, 2008

Carrie's top ten list...

So Jake has been gone for about two and a half weeks. Only 15 more to go. SIGH.
This is actually been a semi-good thing. I am learning a lot about myself and God. I feel like God is chipping away at the wall around my heart. He has taken my face in his hands and made me look in His eyes. He has hedged me in. Continually over these past 16 days, God has proven His faithfulness and love to me. You would think I'd be less worried about things.
I am finding out what I am made of. And since it's not much, I'm finding out what I am made of plus a little help from my friends (insert song), and a huge support from my Abba.

Here are the top ten things I am learning about myself:

1. I don't sleep well without Jake.
2. Absence DOES make the heart grow fonder.
3. God does not abandon those with tiny faith.
4. Single parenting sucks!!!
5. I am tired!
6. I am strong - sometimes
7. I have incredible family and friends!
8. I love my next door neighbor for buying a riding lawn mower!
9. I am a worrier.

and number 10. I would make a crappy carpenter.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Jake

Only three more weeks until Jake leaves for the Air Force. I'm not quite sure what to think. I can't wrap my brain around 18 weeks. That is four and a half months! That is half of a gestation period. I have a feeling God and I are about to get very close.

Sunday, March 9, 2008

hmmm...what to write?

Wow! It's been a while since I've posted one of my many brilliant thoughts. I guess it's time for yet another.

Only one more week until Spring Break! This is just one of the many reasons I am a teacher. I love Spring Break! Hopefully the weather will get the memo and not snow during my time off. I think we are going to take the girls camping. This should be fun. I'm sure I'll come back with several good stories from that trip.

So on Tuesday and Wednesday of this week, my school will undergo the SACS review. Our school has been working ALL year long getting ready for this team to come in. We have spent countless hours writing a really long book on our school. This book lists all our pros and cons, dreams and asperations, and any kind of statistic you could ever possibly want on our school. We have gift baskets, a room with snacks, and a check (yes that's right we have to pay them) for all of these people. We do all this for a group of five or six people from another county. I'm not going to say which county, but let's just hope they have all their teeth.

We have spent all this time and money so that these people can tell us what a great job we are doing and what areas we need work on. Like we don't already know that! I keep thinking of all this time wasted on writing this book telling them how good we are, could've been spent on, oh I don't know...teaching?!

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Babies everywhere!

I am surrounded by pregnant people. There are nine people right now, that I know, that are pregnant. Let's list them shall we?!
1. Candice
2. Anonymous (you know who you are)
3. Abigail
4. Megan
5. Melody
6. Amanda
7. Laci
8. Betsy
9. Kristin

I'm going to have to take out a small loan for baby gifts!

It almost makes me want another one. And then I think of the night vomits, the streatch marks, the doctor visits, paper thin gowns and cold exam rooms, the epidural, the long, long labor, the two hours of pushing, the c-section, the stiches and staples, the bleeding for six weeks, the hemroids, the horrid reality that your pre-pregnancy clothes DON"T FIT!!, the rubber stomach, the 2am feedings, the cracked nipples (I know TMI), the diapers, the diaper rashes, the diaper creams, the spit-up, the explosive diapers, the wanting to eat NOW, the shots, the screaming for no reason, what more diapers?!, driving in the car so they fall asleep, their first word (dog), their first steps, their sticky kisses, their unconditional love, their dependence on you, their laugh, their cry, their hugs, their first birthday...

would I do it again?...sure. By choice?...not on your life!

Fires, New Yankee Workshop, and Family

There are three things I have recently discovered that I like to do.

One is build a good fire. I'm learning that you have to make sure the wood is cured or it won't burn as well. THis means the wood looks gray. I thought gray wood was bad?! Jake informed me: gray wood good for fires, bad for building houses. Oh....!
The fire has to have crackly wood too. I've discovered pine is good for that. Then you need your giant throw pillows and your hound dog and you're set.
Oh, and another tip I've learned - don't use wet wood. Not even semi-wet wood. If you do, get ready to fan the smoke alarms. I'm not going to point fingers, let's just say we learned that one the hard way. Okay, okay, I learned that one the hard way.

Two is the New Yankee Workshop on the do-it-yourself channel. I love Norm! (or Naum as they pronounce it) I love watching Norm create! He takes these boring pieces of wood (that would not be good to burn - not gray) and creates beautiful shelves, cabinets and houses! He makes it look so easy. Jake enjoys it as well so we have a time that we put the girls in bed and we watch this together. I think Jake likes it because I ask so many questions and he usually knows the answer. (I married a smart man!) It makes him feel good and I get my questions answered - we both win!

Last is family. We have been spending our nights with each other starting at supper and then straight to Wheel of Fortune at 7:00 and Jeopardy at 7:30. We pick teams and then try to beat one another. Last week was Teen Jeopardy. I like those weeks, I feel smart because I can acutally answer some of the questions. Whoo Hoo! It's fun to do, we spend time together, and we learn from the questions. What could be better?

Saturday, February 16, 2008

There's nothing like laying like a slug on your couch for three days to make you appreicate being well. I hate being sick! And who picks the line up for daytime TV? No wonder more women have gone to work. It sucks!