Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Easter
Monday, April 18, 2011
Easter Baskets!
Every year, mom makes us an Easter basket. We even got one this year! She sent us a box in the mail, and when we opened it up, there were probably 10 little eggs inside! The card said for Matt to open the blue and green eggs, and for me to open the pink and purple ones.
Matt and I had so much fun opening them. Everytime we opened one, there was a little surprise inside. Some of them had chapstic, some had candy, some had tea, and some had money. It was so much fun! We even got t-shirts!
Thanks mom!
Matt and I had so much fun opening them. Everytime we opened one, there was a little surprise inside. Some of them had chapstic, some had candy, some had tea, and some had money. It was so much fun! We even got t-shirts!
Thanks mom!
Monday, April 4, 2011
Growing up
Well, I would offically say that Matt (my hubby) and I feel pretty grown up now.
For the past couple of months, we have been struggling where we are going to live for the next 5-10 years of our lives. It all depended on if he got a certin job or not. He kept calling the company to try to find out more on what their hiring status was, but they just kept telling him that they would let him know, or to call back in a month to check, ect . . .ect. . . it was getting very old, and very frustrating for both of us. For me, I hated seeing him go to work every day to a job he hated, (he came home grouchy!) and if we were going to move, I would have to start over with my nursing stuff, yet again.
But today if finally happened.
He got a call from the company saying that he couldn't offically say welcome abord, but please fill these forms out that allow you to start working for us. The HR guy said to "read between the lines", so we assume that he got a job there.
We were both so relieved, but the first thing he asked was, "is it ok with you if we stay here for a while? Would that make you happy?"
I was feeling so blessed already, and that just made me feel more so. That in the height of his excitement, he wanted to make sure that I was ok with where his carreer was taking us. I said of coarse it was ok. (then of coarse, I had flashes of mom and dad, sisters and family that I would be away from.) It made me a little sad, but I think God has a plan for us. Matt said that he never dreamed in a million years that he would be able to work for this company, but now, (fingers crossed!) he will. Matt applied for them when he first graduated, but the only company that offered him a job was down in Texas. As reluctant as he was to move, its what we did. Now, becuase we were living down here, we knew of the opening with this better firm. We never would have known it if we wernt living down here. God works his ways, and I can't wait to see what He has in His plan for us.
For the past couple of months, we have been struggling where we are going to live for the next 5-10 years of our lives. It all depended on if he got a certin job or not. He kept calling the company to try to find out more on what their hiring status was, but they just kept telling him that they would let him know, or to call back in a month to check, ect . . .ect. . . it was getting very old, and very frustrating for both of us. For me, I hated seeing him go to work every day to a job he hated, (he came home grouchy!) and if we were going to move, I would have to start over with my nursing stuff, yet again.
But today if finally happened.
He got a call from the company saying that he couldn't offically say welcome abord, but please fill these forms out that allow you to start working for us. The HR guy said to "read between the lines", so we assume that he got a job there.
We were both so relieved, but the first thing he asked was, "is it ok with you if we stay here for a while? Would that make you happy?"
I was feeling so blessed already, and that just made me feel more so. That in the height of his excitement, he wanted to make sure that I was ok with where his carreer was taking us. I said of coarse it was ok. (then of coarse, I had flashes of mom and dad, sisters and family that I would be away from.) It made me a little sad, but I think God has a plan for us. Matt said that he never dreamed in a million years that he would be able to work for this company, but now, (fingers crossed!) he will. Matt applied for them when he first graduated, but the only company that offered him a job was down in Texas. As reluctant as he was to move, its what we did. Now, becuase we were living down here, we knew of the opening with this better firm. We never would have known it if we wernt living down here. God works his ways, and I can't wait to see what He has in His plan for us.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
God help me. Give me guidence
I have been back and forth for years, seiriously,years, about what to do for a profession. I have been back and forth dozens of times between teaching and nursing, it makes me dizzy.
It makes me even more sick to think that in just 2 short years, my little sis, the one who is almost 10 years younger than I am, will be going to college to get a profession. It would really make me sick to think that she would get it figured out before I do.
(don't get me wrong, bec, full steam ahead for you. I am the one who needs to get my butt in gear.)
When I am thinking of things, I think of the very best of it, and then once I start doing it, I think the very worst of it.
Teaching, for example.
Pros: kids are great. They are funny, cute, and little. (I seriously am envisioning the kids from Barney or something.) They will listen to everything I have to say, and I will make such a huge impact on their lives, they will come back when they are 18 and thank me for being a turning point in their lives.
Plus, you get summers, weekends, and holidays off!
Neg: Kids, for the most part, are NOT cute, NOT polite, and DO NOT pay attention.You either have the kids who simply dont care, or you have the wildly disruptive kids that you just want to say, "seriously, YOU were conceived for what reason?" Plus, the parents are a whole different animal all together.
"Why isn't Johnny reading up to par? You must be doing your job wrong. . . wah wah wah."
Plus, teachers don't actually get off weekends and holidays. They have to use that time to grade papaers, come up with new lesson plans, ect.
This is all considering that I will have a job once I graduate. Teacher jobs don't exactlly grow on trees, you know.
Nursing
This, I have been struggling with since 17. (8 years latter, and still, who'd have thought?)
Pros: can work whatever I want practaclly wherever I want. HUGE right now, considering 10 % of America is out of work.
I would get paid really really good. Could finnaly be independent.
Could travel, move, anywhere, and still be able to get a job.
Cons: Eeew. I do NOT like bodilly fluids. They are just icky. You should be responsible for your own. Period. Luckly, I think CNAs do this work, so I can't really use this as an excuse.
The biggest con is school. I don't know for sure if I will ever get in to the program. I tried to sit down and study for an online class, and I had to look up words, and then had to look up words in the definition. It was very frustrating.
I don't know what to do!
I feel like I am just wasting time, but don't know what to do about it. I can't quit my job and go to school. What if I don't get in? Then I would be jobless for no reason. I would just me a jobless, unaccepted student with no direction.
Help, Lord! I need it badly.
It makes me even more sick to think that in just 2 short years, my little sis, the one who is almost 10 years younger than I am, will be going to college to get a profession. It would really make me sick to think that she would get it figured out before I do.
(don't get me wrong, bec, full steam ahead for you. I am the one who needs to get my butt in gear.)
When I am thinking of things, I think of the very best of it, and then once I start doing it, I think the very worst of it.
Teaching, for example.
Pros: kids are great. They are funny, cute, and little. (I seriously am envisioning the kids from Barney or something.) They will listen to everything I have to say, and I will make such a huge impact on their lives, they will come back when they are 18 and thank me for being a turning point in their lives.
Plus, you get summers, weekends, and holidays off!
Neg: Kids, for the most part, are NOT cute, NOT polite, and DO NOT pay attention.You either have the kids who simply dont care, or you have the wildly disruptive kids that you just want to say, "seriously, YOU were conceived for what reason?" Plus, the parents are a whole different animal all together.
"Why isn't Johnny reading up to par? You must be doing your job wrong. . . wah wah wah."
Plus, teachers don't actually get off weekends and holidays. They have to use that time to grade papaers, come up with new lesson plans, ect.
This is all considering that I will have a job once I graduate. Teacher jobs don't exactlly grow on trees, you know.
Nursing
This, I have been struggling with since 17. (8 years latter, and still, who'd have thought?)
Pros: can work whatever I want practaclly wherever I want. HUGE right now, considering 10 % of America is out of work.
I would get paid really really good. Could finnaly be independent.
Could travel, move, anywhere, and still be able to get a job.
Cons: Eeew. I do NOT like bodilly fluids. They are just icky. You should be responsible for your own. Period. Luckly, I think CNAs do this work, so I can't really use this as an excuse.
The biggest con is school. I don't know for sure if I will ever get in to the program. I tried to sit down and study for an online class, and I had to look up words, and then had to look up words in the definition. It was very frustrating.
I don't know what to do!
I feel like I am just wasting time, but don't know what to do about it. I can't quit my job and go to school. What if I don't get in? Then I would be jobless for no reason. I would just me a jobless, unaccepted student with no direction.
Help, Lord! I need it badly.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
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