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Tuesday, March 9, 2010
SOEA Spring Conference
This past weekend I spent my time with people I barely knew at an educator conference. It was the most FUN I have had in a while.
This is what I had!! SO MUCH SHRIMP! So delicious! We had so much fun! Lots of talking and getting know each other, and more funny stories.
The next day was Outreach to Teach. Members of the SOEA and others join together and participate in helping a school. It was like a mini Extreme Makeover: School Edition. I worked on the outdoor crew and painted poles and benches.
Thursday we left around five and head down to the city. On the way down, I was pretty nervious because I only knew two of the five other people in the van. One was the director of student teaching and my boss and the other was the person I replaced. I have recently realized that I can be friends with anyone, however not everyone is the same way. They may not want to be my friend. This was what I was afraid of. i was so scared that the people I was going to spend the weekend with were not going to want anything to do with me. I was sooo wrong. These people were so very fun!! We joked the whole way down and shared some funny stories. I was so releaved! When we arrived we checked in to a marriott hotel, not the hotel 8 like I thought we were staying. After that we decided we were very hungry. I was starving. We narrowed it down to Olive Garden and Red Lobster and without a large debate with hit the road for Red Lobster.
This is what I had!! SO MUCH SHRIMP! So delicious! We had so much fun! Lots of talking and getting know each other, and more funny stories. After that we returned to the hotel very hyper. I felt like I was with my long lost bestfriends on a trip. We watched some tv and just getting to know each other more. However we were working on scrapbook for and Outstanding Chapter Reward which was fun working on but I voluteered to start doing it over the course of the year instead of the last minute. Just another responsibility I shouldn't have taken but I figure that I can just do it at work and get paid for doing it.
The next day was Outreach to Teach. Members of the SOEA and others join together and participate in helping a school. It was like a mini Extreme Makeover: School Edition. I worked on the outdoor crew and painted poles and benches. This is a picture of me and my new friend LeAnn. She was like a long lost sister to me. We got along great and I'm so glad I got to know her. We ended up painting on each others shirts and put the initial of our first name on our backs and then asked others if they wanted their initial on their back. So immature I know, but we had SO MUCH FUN! I was so honored to be a part of this project and it was amazing to see the transformation of this school. It was one of those schools that you just don't want your child to go to because it is so worn down and needs a ton of TLC. We couldn't fix everything but we were able to freshen the place up. The transformation was absolutely amazing.
After that we went to eat at this awesome mexican restaurant downtown. I want to take my husband there! So delicious! After we ate we went to ride the canal but it wasn't running and we were so tired that we went back to the hotel. We were so tired and ended up watching Dateline. We all got along so well. :-)
The next day was the conference. I have been to a few conferences in my life but this was the most fun. It was my first education conference so maybe that is why. They had workshops, one presented by last years teacher of the year, a great lunch, a few principals who answered our questions, a welcome to the jungle class that gave us insight and ideas for our first year of teaching, and then elections for this next term.
I am proudly running for STATE SECRETARY! I am so excited! I had a blast this past weekend but I truly missed my loving husband and dogs. I couldn't WAIT to see them when I got home.
So this spring break I'm going to go see my biological mother! I haven't seen her and my siblings since I got married almost two years ago. From there I am hoping I will find out more on my adoption and write it down and then share it with you. I haven't meant to get off track but I don't know every detail of everything so I didn't want to share something that I didn't truly know about.
So until next time, have a great night.
Go watch LOST and comment what you think!
So until next time, have a great night.
Go watch LOST and comment what you think!
Monday, March 1, 2010
Winter Jam
This past weekend was Winter Jam. Probably the largest concert I have ever been too which makes me proud because it was a Christian Concert. It was a really fun day. My husband and I took our youth group pretty early that day.
Just to show you how excited the youth were, we told them to be up at the church by 10:30 a.m. They called me at 9:40 a.m. asking me where I was because they were already up at the church. It was cute, they were so excited.
So we went do to the city, we ate and walked around for a little bit then we went and played LASER TAG. SOOO MUCH FUN!
Just to show you how excited the youth were, we told them to be up at the church by 10:30 a.m. They called me at 9:40 a.m. asking me where I was because they were already up at the church. It was cute, they were so excited.
So we went do to the city, we ate and walked around for a little bit then we went and played LASER TAG. SOOO MUCH FUN! This was my rank and my ratio percentage. In case you can really see it, it says Rank #1 and 10%. This means that I beat everyone and 10% of the time I shot someone. The next game was better though. My rank was #1 but my ratio was 13%
I've never played that good before. It was so much fun. The boys weren't too happy, neither was my husband. :-) They just didn't like it because I am a girl. Whatever. :-)
Anyway, after that we went to the concert. It was crazy. We hopped into this HUGE line really it wrapped around the building all the way to the back. Fortunately, some of the other sponsers went to see if there was a shorter line. There was. So we decided to go to that line.
This is where we sat. Which was actually really great compared to the open seats that were available. The youth weren't really happy about until they artist playing turned around and walked over really close to where we were. We could see their faces and they would wave to us. They liked that. I knew what I was doing.
This concert was amazing. I loved the speaker; we saw several of our youth make decisions. One I found out later went forward and rededicated his life to Christ(he goes to a different church).
Here is a funny story though. Before the concert started, I was just sitting and talking to some of the youth. I somewhat readjusted myself, like fixing my shirt and I guess I pushed my legs on the chair in front of me. I actually don't remember if I did or not but I'm assuming I did because of what happened next. The girl in front of me turned around and looked at me. She then faced forward, turned back around and smiled because I made eye contact, then faced forward again. She did this two more times. I turned to one of my youth and whispered, "Did I do something to this lady in front of me?" She replied with, "I don't think so." The next thing I know the girl is talking to her friend next to her. Her friend makes a glare at me and then looks away. I then ask my youth, "Do I smell?" She smelt me and said "no." Then the lady in front of me MOVED. She traded places with the girl and now her friend is sitting in front of me. I turned to my youth and said, "What did I do?" and then she said, "I don't know, but she is GLARING at you."
It was sooo funny. I still have no idea what I did. I really wanted to ask but I didn't want to make scene. I didn't know if this lady would get upset with me asking what was up, so I just ignored it completely. I had a really fun time though with the youth at laser quest and the concert. It was awesome to see how they reacted to the music, because some of them have never really been exposed to that type of music before. We actually bought one of the youth a t-shirt in the hope to motivate the student to be excited about Christian music. He was proudly showing off his new t-shirt.
It was truly a blessing to be a part of what God is doing through our youth.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
What Is This?
On Sunday morning, my husband found this on our front porch. What is this? Well to answer your question it is a bunch of junk. From what I can see there is a little cowboy hat, some fake flowers, rings, earrings, a spoon, a fork, a wallet, a hair clip, a tin can, etc.
My only question is for whoever did this is, do you want it back or can I throw it away?
On another note, I'm doing pretty well this semester. I'm actually really proud of myself. I've made nothing but A's so far. I'm not trying to jinx it or anything, I'm just really proud of myself. I'm realizing though that I cannot wait to teach to a bunch of kids. Although the practice on my peers is good for me, I'm sick of getting so nervous. Like last night, I helped my husband teaching some 1st - 5th graders and I had no problem. I don't get nervous in front of kids, just my peers. Which I guess is normal but it's getting kind of old. I just don't know what to do about it. I try to not let it get the best of me but sometimes I feel like it does.
I have some really high expectations for myself and I don't want to let me nerves to hold me back.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
BIRTHDAY
Yesterday was my husband’s birthday.
He is the big 25 which is surprisingly not as exciting as 16, 18, or 21 even though 25 is somewhat of a landmark birthday. In case you don't know when a male turns 25 their insurance becomes a little cheaper and also at the age of 25 everyone is able to rent a car.
My personal opinion though is when you get married or join the military; all rules regarding age should not apply. If a person is out fighting for my freedom I feel they should be able to have a drink if they so choose, and one problem Darrell and i faced once was renting a car, we were married and on our own but we either couldn't rent a car or had to pay a fee, which i thought was completely stupid at the time because my husband worked for the company.
Anyway, back to his birthday.
For the past two years instead of me giving my husband a gift, he's been giving me a gift on his birthday. Never on purpose, it just happened that way. The first birthday we were together, he got me a dog. My hamster had died that day and i was completely devastated so he got me max. Last year we got ourselves a Wii which was really his present but I ended up playing it more. So now he says he got me the Wii. So this year I was making sure no gift buying for me was happening.
We had fun yesterday though. we went to the science museum which turned out to be really cool. they have a planetarium, an IMAX Dome, a TON of exhibits that were really fun to play and use, but my absolute favorite thing was the Science Live exhibit. This exhibit consisted of a one woman show of her doing explosive experiments with the children. She was so hilarious but the experiments were pretty legit, putting things on fire, one cool thing was she put like hydrogen in a water jug, like the ones from collagen, and then shaked it up to make it a gas, and then put a candle at the opening and it just went flying! It was attached to a swing so no one got hit or anything but it was crazy. Finally she got some really cold liquid hydrogen, something like that, and put it in a regular 2 liter bottle, and threw it in this big container. We covered our ears and BAMB!! IT EXPLODED!
The whole time I was thinking, I really want her job. She was having so much fun, but then I realized that the kind of concept I want to bring to my classroom about science. I want to make it LIVE. I'm going to start a hat collection for my classroom for me to wear during different subjects or topics. When I'm a scientist I may wear a white lab coat with some safety goggles and since I love acting I may just take it a step further and act like different people when I'm in the hats. :-) I want them to be has engaged as possible.
Anyway, my husband had a good time and after we left the museum I told him we could go eat anywhere he wanted. Instead of picking like olive garden or even some place like red lobster, he picked McAlister's Deli, because he wanted some chili in a bread bowl. Then we went over to one of his friends’ house and they played COD and Halo for the rest of the night.
It is funny because I really didn't do anything for his birthday, I didn't get him a present, a card, or even a birthday cake. You know why?
It’s not because I am a horrible wife, but it's because I already got him a HUGE gift. See I gave him the gift of sight. I got him eye surgery so he could see without glasses or contacts. and i bet you can guess that a surgery like that could cost a good arm and leg. You are absolutely correct. So you can see why I am saying that the eye surgery is his birthday, valentine’s day, Christmas, presidents day, you get the picture.
Last year though I threw him a surprise birthday party which was really fun but this year it was nice to just hang out with him and not stress too much. I'll save that for our kids.
Happy Birthday My Love.
He is the big 25 which is surprisingly not as exciting as 16, 18, or 21 even though 25 is somewhat of a landmark birthday. In case you don't know when a male turns 25 their insurance becomes a little cheaper and also at the age of 25 everyone is able to rent a car.
My personal opinion though is when you get married or join the military; all rules regarding age should not apply. If a person is out fighting for my freedom I feel they should be able to have a drink if they so choose, and one problem Darrell and i faced once was renting a car, we were married and on our own but we either couldn't rent a car or had to pay a fee, which i thought was completely stupid at the time because my husband worked for the company.
Anyway, back to his birthday.
For the past two years instead of me giving my husband a gift, he's been giving me a gift on his birthday. Never on purpose, it just happened that way. The first birthday we were together, he got me a dog. My hamster had died that day and i was completely devastated so he got me max. Last year we got ourselves a Wii which was really his present but I ended up playing it more. So now he says he got me the Wii. So this year I was making sure no gift buying for me was happening.
We had fun yesterday though. we went to the science museum which turned out to be really cool. they have a planetarium, an IMAX Dome, a TON of exhibits that were really fun to play and use, but my absolute favorite thing was the Science Live exhibit. This exhibit consisted of a one woman show of her doing explosive experiments with the children. She was so hilarious but the experiments were pretty legit, putting things on fire, one cool thing was she put like hydrogen in a water jug, like the ones from collagen, and then shaked it up to make it a gas, and then put a candle at the opening and it just went flying! It was attached to a swing so no one got hit or anything but it was crazy. Finally she got some really cold liquid hydrogen, something like that, and put it in a regular 2 liter bottle, and threw it in this big container. We covered our ears and BAMB!! IT EXPLODED!
The whole time I was thinking, I really want her job. She was having so much fun, but then I realized that the kind of concept I want to bring to my classroom about science. I want to make it LIVE. I'm going to start a hat collection for my classroom for me to wear during different subjects or topics. When I'm a scientist I may wear a white lab coat with some safety goggles and since I love acting I may just take it a step further and act like different people when I'm in the hats. :-) I want them to be has engaged as possible.
Anyway, my husband had a good time and after we left the museum I told him we could go eat anywhere he wanted. Instead of picking like olive garden or even some place like red lobster, he picked McAlister's Deli, because he wanted some chili in a bread bowl. Then we went over to one of his friends’ house and they played COD and Halo for the rest of the night.
It is funny because I really didn't do anything for his birthday, I didn't get him a present, a card, or even a birthday cake. You know why?
It’s not because I am a horrible wife, but it's because I already got him a HUGE gift. See I gave him the gift of sight. I got him eye surgery so he could see without glasses or contacts. and i bet you can guess that a surgery like that could cost a good arm and leg. You are absolutely correct. So you can see why I am saying that the eye surgery is his birthday, valentine’s day, Christmas, presidents day, you get the picture.
Last year though I threw him a surprise birthday party which was really fun but this year it was nice to just hang out with him and not stress too much. I'll save that for our kids.
Happy Birthday My Love.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Snowboarding with Jesus
Today is such a beautiful day in my neck of the woods.
Speaking of woods, I've been trying to convince my husband we need to move to Colorado when we graduate. My dream place is Breckenridge, Colorado, the capital of snowboarding. Probably not but it is definitely my capital. I've been trying to convenes him that it truly is his dream place to live he just doesn't know it yet. He has never been there and he seems to already know he wouldn't like it.
He is one of those guys who love adventure but is completely unmotivated because well there really isn't any adventure here in Oklahoma. The most exciting thing is the weather and how it changes so randomly. In Colorado there is always something to do. You can go hiking, boating, fishing, hunting, bike riding, jeeping, things he loves to do but does not ever get to do them.
I always talk to God about one day me and him are going to snowboard and go down the half pipe together. That is something I always think about. It started when I first read The Ishbane Conspiracy you'll just have to read it, a really good book. The book gave me a new light of how to look at heaven. That God really views Earth as beautiful and that heaven isn't a bunch of clouds but a more perfect version of Earth. I truly believe that I am going to snowboard with Jesus down a mountain.
I just can't imagine Heaven without Snowboarding. I believe that God loves it just as much as I do because it says in the bible that God places his own passions within us. If I’m wrong then I'm wrong but I really hope I'm not.
I guess it just goes to show that we all have different passions. I like to think about how my life could have been so different.
I've told you a bit about my story, and I promise to continue. I just really want you to get a feel of who I am and the person I have become because I think it will help you understand the story much better. I do not view my father as evil for punching a wall and I don't view my mother as evil for giving me away. I thank God for what they did for me, even if they didn't want to or had no control, I am thankful for my story, my life.
I wonder what kind of soccer player I would have been if my parents had kept me. I have natural athletic talent and I was born to play soccer but never truly did. So I wonder if I would be sitting here now writing this to you if I stayed. I wonder if I had earned a full ride soccer scholarship to some major university, if I would still want to be a teacher. I wonder if I would have ever tried snowboarding if I had stayed with my biological parents.
Would have my three dogs? Would I have a faith in Christ? Would I have ever met my husband? How would the lives of my family and friends have changed if I was never in their life?
A more recent question would be if I had moved to Colorado my jr. year of high school would I be at the Olympics now? I have been snowboarding since I was 13 years old but skiing since I was 3. So I've been on a mountain for almost 20 years of my life. I had the opportunity to move to Colorado my jr. year and I was going to move up there with one of my good friends but he got the opportunity to go live with his father, a chance that would never come again. I should have still gone but my mother was afraid for me to be up there by myself, and really I was too. I then decided that I wanted to go do my first two years of college in Breckenridge and work on the slopes. In Breckenridge they have a community college so I was going to go there for my basics and work the slopes and live at my parents house, but my father didn't want be so far away (he would miss me to much) that he made me promise that I had to go to college in Oklahoma for at least a year. I made the promise with ever intention to move to Colorado for my sophomore year. That didn't happen. My dad knew I would get stuck here and would decide to not go. I actually met my now husband my sophomore year and he changed everything.
So now not only do I wonder what kind of soccer play I would have been but I also wonder what kind of snowboarder I would have been. It's not really too late for me as a snowboarder but really honestly, I don't see myself moving up there and training within the next 5 years and maybe by then it will be to late for me to go to the Olympics. I want to have a family and kids, and I know they wouldn't hold me back but at the same time I wouldn't want to do that to them. I just want to get up in those mountains again. It's been over two years since I have been on a mountain and I miss it so much.
If nothing else I just want to move up there and snowboard with my husband and kids all the time but if that doesn't ever happen either I'll at least get to snowboard for eternity with Jesus.
The Adopted One.
Speaking of woods, I've been trying to convince my husband we need to move to Colorado when we graduate. My dream place is Breckenridge, Colorado, the capital of snowboarding. Probably not but it is definitely my capital. I've been trying to convenes him that it truly is his dream place to live he just doesn't know it yet. He has never been there and he seems to already know he wouldn't like it.
He is one of those guys who love adventure but is completely unmotivated because well there really isn't any adventure here in Oklahoma. The most exciting thing is the weather and how it changes so randomly. In Colorado there is always something to do. You can go hiking, boating, fishing, hunting, bike riding, jeeping, things he loves to do but does not ever get to do them.
I always talk to God about one day me and him are going to snowboard and go down the half pipe together. That is something I always think about. It started when I first read The Ishbane Conspiracy you'll just have to read it, a really good book. The book gave me a new light of how to look at heaven. That God really views Earth as beautiful and that heaven isn't a bunch of clouds but a more perfect version of Earth. I truly believe that I am going to snowboard with Jesus down a mountain.
I just can't imagine Heaven without Snowboarding. I believe that God loves it just as much as I do because it says in the bible that God places his own passions within us. If I’m wrong then I'm wrong but I really hope I'm not.
I guess it just goes to show that we all have different passions. I like to think about how my life could have been so different.
I've told you a bit about my story, and I promise to continue. I just really want you to get a feel of who I am and the person I have become because I think it will help you understand the story much better. I do not view my father as evil for punching a wall and I don't view my mother as evil for giving me away. I thank God for what they did for me, even if they didn't want to or had no control, I am thankful for my story, my life.
I wonder what kind of soccer player I would have been if my parents had kept me. I have natural athletic talent and I was born to play soccer but never truly did. So I wonder if I would be sitting here now writing this to you if I stayed. I wonder if I had earned a full ride soccer scholarship to some major university, if I would still want to be a teacher. I wonder if I would have ever tried snowboarding if I had stayed with my biological parents.
Would have my three dogs? Would I have a faith in Christ? Would I have ever met my husband? How would the lives of my family and friends have changed if I was never in their life?
A more recent question would be if I had moved to Colorado my jr. year of high school would I be at the Olympics now? I have been snowboarding since I was 13 years old but skiing since I was 3. So I've been on a mountain for almost 20 years of my life. I had the opportunity to move to Colorado my jr. year and I was going to move up there with one of my good friends but he got the opportunity to go live with his father, a chance that would never come again. I should have still gone but my mother was afraid for me to be up there by myself, and really I was too. I then decided that I wanted to go do my first two years of college in Breckenridge and work on the slopes. In Breckenridge they have a community college so I was going to go there for my basics and work the slopes and live at my parents house, but my father didn't want be so far away (he would miss me to much) that he made me promise that I had to go to college in Oklahoma for at least a year. I made the promise with ever intention to move to Colorado for my sophomore year. That didn't happen. My dad knew I would get stuck here and would decide to not go. I actually met my now husband my sophomore year and he changed everything.
So now not only do I wonder what kind of soccer play I would have been but I also wonder what kind of snowboarder I would have been. It's not really too late for me as a snowboarder but really honestly, I don't see myself moving up there and training within the next 5 years and maybe by then it will be to late for me to go to the Olympics. I want to have a family and kids, and I know they wouldn't hold me back but at the same time I wouldn't want to do that to them. I just want to get up in those mountains again. It's been over two years since I have been on a mountain and I miss it so much.
If nothing else I just want to move up there and snowboard with my husband and kids all the time but if that doesn't ever happen either I'll at least get to snowboard for eternity with Jesus.
The Adopted One.
Friday, February 12, 2010
When a Fustration becomes a Blessing
Recently I have been watching some children after school. It's been a really good experience but honestly, no offence to their parents or anything but these kids for awhile were making me rethink my desire to be a teacher or even be a mommy. I almost gave up completely on watching this children or even hope on helping them.
I decided that if I'm going to be the best teacher, I shouldn't give on these kids. I want to help them be the best they can be so I can also become the best I can be. After I picked them up from the bus stop it was again what it normally is arguing and yelling. I was tired of them yelling at each other and me getting frustrated and angry. So when we got to the church I had them remain in the car and I talked to them. I asked them if they like being yelled at by their sibling and if they think it would be fair to say that neither of them should yell at each other if neither of them likes it. Then I told they are responsible for their own actions and that I didn't want to hear they say that what they did was okay because their sibling did it first. After our little chat things were incredibly better. They were much nicer to each other. We still hit some bumps in the road but compared to the day before it was heaven on earth.
I was really encouraged after that. I felt that those kids were a huge frustration to me one day and then the next they were a big blessing in my life.
I wonder if God feels that way sometime. I cannot imagine God getting frustrated with me because all he is love but I know he expects the best of me at the same time. I get really frustrated with myself all the time with my faults but at the same time I know that God loves me and finds me a blessing, much like I found those kids a blessing in mine.
I don't know, but it just goes back that I am the adopted one. I am adopted into Gods love and I am so thankful for that.
I decided that if I'm going to be the best teacher, I shouldn't give on these kids. I want to help them be the best they can be so I can also become the best I can be. After I picked them up from the bus stop it was again what it normally is arguing and yelling. I was tired of them yelling at each other and me getting frustrated and angry. So when we got to the church I had them remain in the car and I talked to them. I asked them if they like being yelled at by their sibling and if they think it would be fair to say that neither of them should yell at each other if neither of them likes it. Then I told they are responsible for their own actions and that I didn't want to hear they say that what they did was okay because their sibling did it first. After our little chat things were incredibly better. They were much nicer to each other. We still hit some bumps in the road but compared to the day before it was heaven on earth.
I was really encouraged after that. I felt that those kids were a huge frustration to me one day and then the next they were a big blessing in my life.
I wonder if God feels that way sometime. I cannot imagine God getting frustrated with me because all he is love but I know he expects the best of me at the same time. I get really frustrated with myself all the time with my faults but at the same time I know that God loves me and finds me a blessing, much like I found those kids a blessing in mine.
I don't know, but it just goes back that I am the adopted one. I am adopted into Gods love and I am so thankful for that.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
The Passion
Ever since I was very young, I have always wanted to know who my mother was. The fact that she told me that she wanted to meet me again someday really intrigued me. I knew she had to be different from just looking at why my brother and sister were put up for adoption. I knew very little about her, I knew she had played soccer and I always found myself asking, "I wonder if she liked horses, or t-ball, or school. I wonder if she had struggled in the same ways I'm struggling." I had a huge desire to know more.
Because of this desire, I started to see a bigger picture. I knew there had to be more out there, I just wasn't sure what. My mother was raise baptist and my father is half Jewish but his family never believed in the faith and went to a variety of churches throughout his life. Unfortunately for my father he never found a church he felt like where he belonged. We went to a variety of churches as well throughout my life but I hated dresses at a young age and didn't like going. We eventually just stopped going. We would go every Easter though, my mother made sure of that and I am very thankful for it. I heard the good news at least once a year, but it was always told in a way I did not understand it or not engaging for my young ears. But God found a way to at least let me hear it and give me a desire to know him.
It wasn't until I was 14 though when I finally heard the story in a way I understood it. I had been going to a local church with my friends for a few months at this point and was learning about Christ but did not have a ear to hear. I did not understand. One week we had an Evangelist come in for a revival and Wednesday it was youth night. I was riding with my friends over to the church and I remember we were almost in a car accident. It may have been nothing but a fender bender if it had occur ed but regardless it got my mind thinking. I knew if if I did not accept Jesus as my savior I wouldn't go to heaven, that much I understood. I just didn't know why I should accept him. I didn't understand why I should. So After the scare of the car accident I remember "Where would you have gone if you had died" went through my mind. I knew the answer, hell. I knew I needed to accept Jesus then because I was afraid of Hell, but even though I knew hell was a bad place, that just did not seem like a good reason to worship someone.
We arrived at the church and the Evangelist was really funny and cool. We ate pizza and played games with each other but then we went over to the sanctuary for him to preach. I wasn't really nervous and the question I asked myself in the car was not forgotten but it wasn't on my mind either. I was too busy caught up in having fun with my friends.
So my friends and I were sitting in the pews and I was right in the middle of all of them. He began to preach of the night of the last hours of Jesus life. He told Jesus came to earth to be a man and to share Gods love with his people. He came to make a new way of life where no one has to go through a priest to talk to God but each of us can have our own relationship with God. He told us the first insult, the first punch, the whipping Jesus went through as a punishment from men. When he came to the part of the Cat of Nine Tails was when I just couldn't understand why anyone would go through all that. I did not understand. I remember asking myself silently, "Why would anyone do this willingly?" and the Evangelist said, "He did all this because he loves you." That is when I knew God was truly speaking to me personally. He had heard my question in my mind and answered it to the world. It was then when I knew Love was a good reason to worship someone. The fact that Jesus died to my sins because he loves me was a great and only reasons for me. I knew that because I gave my life to Christ I would go to heaven, but I did not even care. All I wanted was someone to truly love me, and it reminded me of my biological mother and the sacrifice she did for me so I could have a better life.
My parents are the best and they love me very much, so do not get me wrong on that. I just knew there was so much more out there, that there was a God who knew and controlled the bigger picture of my life and his love means everything to me.
I was adopted again that day. I became the adopted one once more. However I know that God does not refer to me as his adopted child but as his very own. :-)
I was reminded of this journey last night. We had a youth movie night and we watched The Passion of the Christ. The part of the cat of nine tails always gets me and reminds me of the day when God first spoke to me. It is my prayer that God spoke to them last night and a few questions were answered.
Because of this desire, I started to see a bigger picture. I knew there had to be more out there, I just wasn't sure what. My mother was raise baptist and my father is half Jewish but his family never believed in the faith and went to a variety of churches throughout his life. Unfortunately for my father he never found a church he felt like where he belonged. We went to a variety of churches as well throughout my life but I hated dresses at a young age and didn't like going. We eventually just stopped going. We would go every Easter though, my mother made sure of that and I am very thankful for it. I heard the good news at least once a year, but it was always told in a way I did not understand it or not engaging for my young ears. But God found a way to at least let me hear it and give me a desire to know him.
It wasn't until I was 14 though when I finally heard the story in a way I understood it. I had been going to a local church with my friends for a few months at this point and was learning about Christ but did not have a ear to hear. I did not understand. One week we had an Evangelist come in for a revival and Wednesday it was youth night. I was riding with my friends over to the church and I remember we were almost in a car accident. It may have been nothing but a fender bender if it had occur ed but regardless it got my mind thinking. I knew if if I did not accept Jesus as my savior I wouldn't go to heaven, that much I understood. I just didn't know why I should accept him. I didn't understand why I should. So After the scare of the car accident I remember "Where would you have gone if you had died" went through my mind. I knew the answer, hell. I knew I needed to accept Jesus then because I was afraid of Hell, but even though I knew hell was a bad place, that just did not seem like a good reason to worship someone.
We arrived at the church and the Evangelist was really funny and cool. We ate pizza and played games with each other but then we went over to the sanctuary for him to preach. I wasn't really nervous and the question I asked myself in the car was not forgotten but it wasn't on my mind either. I was too busy caught up in having fun with my friends.
So my friends and I were sitting in the pews and I was right in the middle of all of them. He began to preach of the night of the last hours of Jesus life. He told Jesus came to earth to be a man and to share Gods love with his people. He came to make a new way of life where no one has to go through a priest to talk to God but each of us can have our own relationship with God. He told us the first insult, the first punch, the whipping Jesus went through as a punishment from men. When he came to the part of the Cat of Nine Tails was when I just couldn't understand why anyone would go through all that. I did not understand. I remember asking myself silently, "Why would anyone do this willingly?" and the Evangelist said, "He did all this because he loves you." That is when I knew God was truly speaking to me personally. He had heard my question in my mind and answered it to the world. It was then when I knew Love was a good reason to worship someone. The fact that Jesus died to my sins because he loves me was a great and only reasons for me. I knew that because I gave my life to Christ I would go to heaven, but I did not even care. All I wanted was someone to truly love me, and it reminded me of my biological mother and the sacrifice she did for me so I could have a better life.
My parents are the best and they love me very much, so do not get me wrong on that. I just knew there was so much more out there, that there was a God who knew and controlled the bigger picture of my life and his love means everything to me.
I was adopted again that day. I became the adopted one once more. However I know that God does not refer to me as his adopted child but as his very own. :-)
I was reminded of this journey last night. We had a youth movie night and we watched The Passion of the Christ. The part of the cat of nine tails always gets me and reminds me of the day when God first spoke to me. It is my prayer that God spoke to them last night and a few questions were answered.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
**Snow Day**
On Thursday a snow storm came through our state. Normally these "snow storms" are really just ice storms but to my surprise, it actually was snow. The good snow too. The kind where you can have a snowball fight and build a snowman. Normally we don't get this type of snow, it's normally really dry and you can't do anything with it.
I really honestly believe that this snow was for me. Probably not just for me, but for me nonetheless. A few weeks ago i was telling my husband that I was starting to relate winter with just cold, nasty weather, and no fun. I have always known winter to be snowboarding, ice skating, sledding, hot chocolate, you know things like that. I have never lived in any other state then this one but for all my life since I was three years old I have been on the mountains every thanksgiving break, Christmas break, and spring break. I got a seasons pass to snowboard because I snowboard so much during the winter. Not just like one or two days, it was weeks. That is all I have ever known, and honestly my heart is breaking because I am afraid I am never going to snowboard again. My husband doesn't ever care to learn how to snowboard which breaks my heart all over again because he doesn't even know how wonderful and amazing it is. Anyway, so I believe God sent me some good snow for me to enjoy. It was truly a blessing to me. I didn't go snowboarding, although I do have my snowboard with me, but I did bust out my snowboarding pants and coat and went out and played with my husband and dog scout.
I know this may sound weird, but I honestly feel the most confident and most beautiful in my snowboarding clothes. I always thought I grew up in the wrong state. I would give everything to move to Colorado and live there, I just got to get my husband to go and see what it is like. All he ever talks about is going fishing, hunting, driving a jeep. He needs to get to Colorado. They have roads there that are just for jeeps; if you aren't driving a jeep then you can't drive on that road. He just knows it's cold there and doesn't want to go. he hasn't ever been there. Not fair if you ask me. :-)
Anyway. I wanted to talk about the title of this blog for a little bit.
I know I told you that someone referred to their child as the adopted one.
I want to tell you why it bothered me so much
I know that I am a wife, a friend, a future mother, a daughter, a sister, an aunt, and many other things. But never once throughout my life did I ever refer to my siblings as my adopted siblings. I mean when I explained my story I did but I always said that my siblings are my real siblings. I do have biological siblings but I don't refer to them as my biological siblings.
I also have attention deficit disorder and almost got held back in the first and fifth grade. I would be devastated if my brother referred to me as the A.D.D. sister or the not so smart sister. Which isn't true by any means, just because I was going to be held back does not mean I wasn't smart. I guess what I'm trying to say is that it wasn't necessary to refer to her child as the adopted child. I feel like she was separating that child out.
I mean my parents have no reason to say my adopted child because we are all adopted but nevertheless, they don't point out that we are adopted either. It's not like they say, "these are our adopted children" because they are ashamed that they couldn't have children of their own.
I'm thankful for those who do adopted don't get me wrong, I just don't think it is right for the parent to separate them out and referring to them as their adopted child will do just that. I guess what I'm trying to get across is that I don't want anyone to refer to their child as the adopted one. The middle, the eldest, the youngest are all great ways to refer to which child you are talking about but not the oldest, the youngest, the middle, and the adopted one.
I am sure that this person loves their child dearly, don't get me wrong. She may have meant nothing by it, or even realized how it may have sound to me or someone who is adopted. My heart just went out to all those who may be referred to like this because being adopted is nothing to be ashamed about, but at the same time, I don't think it is something you should be referred as. There is no reason to separate between your biological child from your adopted child, because your biological child can come out looking nothing like you or disliking you with a passion but your adopted child may love you more than anything and look just like you.
You aren't just bonded by blood, you are bonded by love. And Love is all that matters.
God has a plan for all of his children and if you think about it, God adopts us into his family when we ask for forgiveness of our sins and I know he never once would refer to me as his adopted child.
Just something to think about.
The Adopted One
I really honestly believe that this snow was for me. Probably not just for me, but for me nonetheless. A few weeks ago i was telling my husband that I was starting to relate winter with just cold, nasty weather, and no fun. I have always known winter to be snowboarding, ice skating, sledding, hot chocolate, you know things like that. I have never lived in any other state then this one but for all my life since I was three years old I have been on the mountains every thanksgiving break, Christmas break, and spring break. I got a seasons pass to snowboard because I snowboard so much during the winter. Not just like one or two days, it was weeks. That is all I have ever known, and honestly my heart is breaking because I am afraid I am never going to snowboard again. My husband doesn't ever care to learn how to snowboard which breaks my heart all over again because he doesn't even know how wonderful and amazing it is. Anyway, so I believe God sent me some good snow for me to enjoy. It was truly a blessing to me. I didn't go snowboarding, although I do have my snowboard with me, but I did bust out my snowboarding pants and coat and went out and played with my husband and dog scout.
I know this may sound weird, but I honestly feel the most confident and most beautiful in my snowboarding clothes. I always thought I grew up in the wrong state. I would give everything to move to Colorado and live there, I just got to get my husband to go and see what it is like. All he ever talks about is going fishing, hunting, driving a jeep. He needs to get to Colorado. They have roads there that are just for jeeps; if you aren't driving a jeep then you can't drive on that road. He just knows it's cold there and doesn't want to go. he hasn't ever been there. Not fair if you ask me. :-)
Anyway. I wanted to talk about the title of this blog for a little bit.
I know I told you that someone referred to their child as the adopted one.
I want to tell you why it bothered me so much
I know that I am a wife, a friend, a future mother, a daughter, a sister, an aunt, and many other things. But never once throughout my life did I ever refer to my siblings as my adopted siblings. I mean when I explained my story I did but I always said that my siblings are my real siblings. I do have biological siblings but I don't refer to them as my biological siblings.
I also have attention deficit disorder and almost got held back in the first and fifth grade. I would be devastated if my brother referred to me as the A.D.D. sister or the not so smart sister. Which isn't true by any means, just because I was going to be held back does not mean I wasn't smart. I guess what I'm trying to say is that it wasn't necessary to refer to her child as the adopted child. I feel like she was separating that child out.
I mean my parents have no reason to say my adopted child because we are all adopted but nevertheless, they don't point out that we are adopted either. It's not like they say, "these are our adopted children" because they are ashamed that they couldn't have children of their own.
I'm thankful for those who do adopted don't get me wrong, I just don't think it is right for the parent to separate them out and referring to them as their adopted child will do just that. I guess what I'm trying to get across is that I don't want anyone to refer to their child as the adopted one. The middle, the eldest, the youngest are all great ways to refer to which child you are talking about but not the oldest, the youngest, the middle, and the adopted one.
I am sure that this person loves their child dearly, don't get me wrong. She may have meant nothing by it, or even realized how it may have sound to me or someone who is adopted. My heart just went out to all those who may be referred to like this because being adopted is nothing to be ashamed about, but at the same time, I don't think it is something you should be referred as. There is no reason to separate between your biological child from your adopted child, because your biological child can come out looking nothing like you or disliking you with a passion but your adopted child may love you more than anything and look just like you.
You aren't just bonded by blood, you are bonded by love. And Love is all that matters.
God has a plan for all of his children and if you think about it, God adopts us into his family when we ask for forgiveness of our sins and I know he never once would refer to me as his adopted child.
Just something to think about.
The Adopted One
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Lazy Sunday
So I want to tell you why I believe in God. I will always tell you that God will provide. I know this is hard to believe expecially when you have to take a leap of faith. So I told you that I left the Deli to take the job at the school. Well I knew by doing that I was taking HUGE pay cut but I really have always felt this is where God wants me to be. Well I knew I could take on another job but didn't really want to work so late or a ton of hours because I am married and I am in school.
So get this. Today a girl in our nursery quit. I know isn't that great! I mean it did cause a ton of stress on the other lady in the nursery but there was only one kid so it wasn't to bad, it just fustrated her a bit. SO they are considering me for the job! I know it's awesome. Some extra money and some experience working with all age groups. :-)
At a very young age I told you that my parents told each of my siblings that we were all adopted. They told us all before we can even remember and all in different situations. With my brother they were actually watching Opera and it was a show about when to tell your child they were adopted. My Mom looked at my dad, they were feeding my brother at the time and he was like 1 years old, and asked, "When should be tell Phillip?" and my dad replied, "How about now?" He then turned to Phillip and said, "Phillip you are adopted" he looked at my dad and replied, "Nooooo." He obviously had no idea what they were saying but my parents wanted us to always know. They did not want us to grow up and find out that we have been lied to all of our lives.
The fact that I have always known I was adopted did not change my relationship with my parents. They are my parents, they are the ones that taught me how to walk, talk, they change my diapers and feed me, kept me warm. They have loved and cared for all of my life. Does that means my biological parents did not?
No. I would guess that in most cases that the reason why children are put up for adoption isn't because the parents want their child to have a better life, it's mostly because the adult doesn't want the child to mess up their life. So although they are doing the right thing for the child, their motive is not in the right place.
I can tell you that most people I have met who are adopted either have no desire at all to meet their biologcal parents or they want to but are to scared that they will be disappointed with what they find. Most people do not have what I have.
The day I was born, my biologcal mother said to me, "I want to meet you again someday."
So get this. Today a girl in our nursery quit. I know isn't that great! I mean it did cause a ton of stress on the other lady in the nursery but there was only one kid so it wasn't to bad, it just fustrated her a bit. SO they are considering me for the job! I know it's awesome. Some extra money and some experience working with all age groups. :-)
At a very young age I told you that my parents told each of my siblings that we were all adopted. They told us all before we can even remember and all in different situations. With my brother they were actually watching Opera and it was a show about when to tell your child they were adopted. My Mom looked at my dad, they were feeding my brother at the time and he was like 1 years old, and asked, "When should be tell Phillip?" and my dad replied, "How about now?" He then turned to Phillip and said, "Phillip you are adopted" he looked at my dad and replied, "Nooooo." He obviously had no idea what they were saying but my parents wanted us to always know. They did not want us to grow up and find out that we have been lied to all of our lives.
The fact that I have always known I was adopted did not change my relationship with my parents. They are my parents, they are the ones that taught me how to walk, talk, they change my diapers and feed me, kept me warm. They have loved and cared for all of my life. Does that means my biological parents did not?
No. I would guess that in most cases that the reason why children are put up for adoption isn't because the parents want their child to have a better life, it's mostly because the adult doesn't want the child to mess up their life. So although they are doing the right thing for the child, their motive is not in the right place.
I can tell you that most people I have met who are adopted either have no desire at all to meet their biologcal parents or they want to but are to scared that they will be disappointed with what they find. Most people do not have what I have.
The day I was born, my biologcal mother said to me, "I want to meet you again someday."
Friday, January 22, 2010
As for me
So I told you that I work at a Deli
Well now i'm going to be working at the college I go to in the education department. It will be better for me in the long run. The deli was really understanding and I'm thankful that if I am ever in the need of a job I can return there.
I wanted to tell you a little about me, I am not really giving anything away because we all know that I was adopted in the long run. I wanted to tell you a little bit about how it has effect me and my lifestyle.
At a very young age my parents decided to tell each of my siblings that we were adopted.
My parents could not have children. When my parents were trying to have children, medicine was not what is now. All the types of treatments for women and even suragate mothers were very experimental. However my mom was very determine to have children of her own.
My mother drove down many weekends to texas to get treatments and while my mom was gone my Dad stayed in town to work. One afternoon while my mom was gone my father got a call. The call was about my brother. One of my parents friends knew my parents were having trouble getting pregnant and was going to offer the idea of adoption. The friend had a family and baby in mind and asked my father if he was interested in adopting him. Instead of my loving father asking if it was okay he just commited. He did call her either because he had no way of contacting her, because cell phones were nonexisting. When my mother came home my father told her the news and she was not at all happy. She was not happy until she held my brother in her arms. The child was no longer the adopted child but her son.
My father always tells me that we may not be bonded by blood but we are bonded by love. My mother and father then adopted me about four years later and then my little sister two years later. They decided to tell us that we were adopted before any of us can remember. My brothers first sentence was "I Love You" and my first word was "daddy." But what was said to me within the first moments of my life from my birthmother is what really helped mold me into who I am today...
Well now i'm going to be working at the college I go to in the education department. It will be better for me in the long run. The deli was really understanding and I'm thankful that if I am ever in the need of a job I can return there.
I wanted to tell you a little about me, I am not really giving anything away because we all know that I was adopted in the long run. I wanted to tell you a little bit about how it has effect me and my lifestyle.
At a very young age my parents decided to tell each of my siblings that we were adopted.
My parents could not have children. When my parents were trying to have children, medicine was not what is now. All the types of treatments for women and even suragate mothers were very experimental. However my mom was very determine to have children of her own.
My mother drove down many weekends to texas to get treatments and while my mom was gone my Dad stayed in town to work. One afternoon while my mom was gone my father got a call. The call was about my brother. One of my parents friends knew my parents were having trouble getting pregnant and was going to offer the idea of adoption. The friend had a family and baby in mind and asked my father if he was interested in adopting him. Instead of my loving father asking if it was okay he just commited. He did call her either because he had no way of contacting her, because cell phones were nonexisting. When my mother came home my father told her the news and she was not at all happy. She was not happy until she held my brother in her arms. The child was no longer the adopted child but her son.
My father always tells me that we may not be bonded by blood but we are bonded by love. My mother and father then adopted me about four years later and then my little sister two years later. They decided to tell us that we were adopted before any of us can remember. My brothers first sentence was "I Love You" and my first word was "daddy." But what was said to me within the first moments of my life from my birthmother is what really helped mold me into who I am today...
Sunday, January 17, 2010
There's a Chip on my Shoulder
♪♫There's a chip on my shoulder And it's big as a boulder With the chance I've been given I'm gonna be driven as hell♪♫ -Legally Blonde
I thought I was really serious about school but I'm finding I need to study more, put more into my school. So starting right after this post I'm going to invest more time into my studies.
Another thing I would like to tell you about my husbands birthday is next month. I never make a big deal about my birthday but I love making a big deal out of his.
I don't know what to do for his birthday. I have tickets to go see a muscial but I'm not sure if that is something HE would be interested in. I thought it would be fun to go stay in a hotel but not sure if he should miss another Sunday. Maybe I could ask off work for the Friday before it too so we could stay the night Friday night. hmmm... I got some time but I would like to start planning now.
Anyway.
I left off my parents planning a wedding.
At about 5 months things started to take a turn. My dads father had leukemia and the stress and financial bills to the hospital was putting a lot of weight on my fathers shoulders. At this point my mother was feeling really bad for being pregnant before being married and went to her best friend Ken and told him that she wanted to make sure they were still friends. They spent some time together and Pat was understanding about it and didn't seem to mind all he wanted was for her to be happy. Ken came back with flowers and milk duds and told my mom that he didn't just wanted to be friends that he loved her. She was deeply confused. Some things happened and my father got really upset and sad because he knew he was losing my mother, including my father punching a wall. My father viewed it as love and loyalty and my mother viewed it as being over protective and possessive. Neither was wrong or right, they were both very young.
Needless to say, my parents broke up. Ken and my mom did not immediately become an item but they did date. They met on the capital building and ate milk duds.
At this point my mother did not know what to do as far as me. When she first became pregnant she did think about abortion but what the idea left just as fast it came. She knew that wasn't an option. She wanted to see me grow up and raise me with my biological father. But now, now she wasn't with my father anymore and she needed to figure out if she was going to keep me or not.
I thought I was really serious about school but I'm finding I need to study more, put more into my school. So starting right after this post I'm going to invest more time into my studies.
Another thing I would like to tell you about my husbands birthday is next month. I never make a big deal about my birthday but I love making a big deal out of his.
I don't know what to do for his birthday. I have tickets to go see a muscial but I'm not sure if that is something HE would be interested in. I thought it would be fun to go stay in a hotel but not sure if he should miss another Sunday. Maybe I could ask off work for the Friday before it too so we could stay the night Friday night. hmmm... I got some time but I would like to start planning now.
Anyway.
I left off my parents planning a wedding.
At about 5 months things started to take a turn. My dads father had leukemia and the stress and financial bills to the hospital was putting a lot of weight on my fathers shoulders. At this point my mother was feeling really bad for being pregnant before being married and went to her best friend Ken and told him that she wanted to make sure they were still friends. They spent some time together and Pat was understanding about it and didn't seem to mind all he wanted was for her to be happy. Ken came back with flowers and milk duds and told my mom that he didn't just wanted to be friends that he loved her. She was deeply confused. Some things happened and my father got really upset and sad because he knew he was losing my mother, including my father punching a wall. My father viewed it as love and loyalty and my mother viewed it as being over protective and possessive. Neither was wrong or right, they were both very young.
Needless to say, my parents broke up. Ken and my mom did not immediately become an item but they did date. They met on the capital building and ate milk duds.
At this point my mother did not know what to do as far as me. When she first became pregnant she did think about abortion but what the idea left just as fast it came. She knew that wasn't an option. She wanted to see me grow up and raise me with my biological father. But now, now she wasn't with my father anymore and she needed to figure out if she was going to keep me or not.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Day Two
So I think i forgot to tell you.
I got a job! Hooray
I'm working at a Deli at a local grocery store. It was pretty good the first day, however I worked more hours than I was planning on and didn't eat before I went. I was starving.
I guess I'll continue on my adoption story.
The night my biological parents found out they were having a baby, my mother immediately wanted to tell her parents. Her and my father went to her parents house, it was in the middle of the night so they were sleeping. She woke her father up and said "Dad, I'm pregnant" and he did not respond with anger or disappointment, but with love and sincerity he replied, "Congratulations."
My grandparents and parents grew up in the catholic faith. In that faith most believe birth control is a form of abortion and sex before marriage is a sin. So it was a great surprise to find my grandparents not disappointed but full of love and understanding. My grandparents love their children and want to do everything they can to show their love and support.
From there they started to plan a wedding. My parents had ever intention of getting married but the ideal steps were not taken. They went to the priest at their church to dedicate me and for pre-marriagal counseling and the priest there said I was pretty much unholy in gods eyes. My mother was devastated but fortunately she went to her university priest and he was full of love and compassion and prayed over me and for my parents. Although some things can not be mended things were looking well. My parents were in love and they were going to get married and raise me, however some things were about to take a drastic turn.
I got a job! Hooray
I'm working at a Deli at a local grocery store. It was pretty good the first day, however I worked more hours than I was planning on and didn't eat before I went. I was starving.
I guess I'll continue on my adoption story.
The night my biological parents found out they were having a baby, my mother immediately wanted to tell her parents. Her and my father went to her parents house, it was in the middle of the night so they were sleeping. She woke her father up and said "Dad, I'm pregnant" and he did not respond with anger or disappointment, but with love and sincerity he replied, "Congratulations."
My grandparents and parents grew up in the catholic faith. In that faith most believe birth control is a form of abortion and sex before marriage is a sin. So it was a great surprise to find my grandparents not disappointed but full of love and understanding. My grandparents love their children and want to do everything they can to show their love and support.
From there they started to plan a wedding. My parents had ever intention of getting married but the ideal steps were not taken. They went to the priest at their church to dedicate me and for pre-marriagal counseling and the priest there said I was pretty much unholy in gods eyes. My mother was devastated but fortunately she went to her university priest and he was full of love and compassion and prayed over me and for my parents. Although some things can not be mended things were looking well. My parents were in love and they were going to get married and raise me, however some things were about to take a drastic turn.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Once Apon A Time
Tonight was an inspiration to me.
It happened in my math class. We were going around introducting ourselves, like you do in every one of your classes on your first day. And one of the people in my class said "My adopted one" and it really struck a nerve.
I don't think I've told you this but I am adopted.
So hearing a parent refer to their child as "the adopted one" really bothered me.
So I want to write my story. We'll start with the beginning, the intro.
I was born in southern texas by two loving people. My mother was 19 when she became pregnant and my father was 20. They are both very passionate about soccer, that is actually how they met. My father was her coach. Before you become to shocked, remember the age difference, not that bad in all reality.
My parents where the type of people who never dated. My mother up until she got married only had 3 boyfriends her whole life. My parents did love each other very much. Although they loved each other some bumps and a fork in the road came along for me. The decision was made to put me up for adoption to give me a better life.
It happened in my math class. We were going around introducting ourselves, like you do in every one of your classes on your first day. And one of the people in my class said "My adopted one" and it really struck a nerve.
I don't think I've told you this but I am adopted.
So hearing a parent refer to their child as "the adopted one" really bothered me.
So I want to write my story. We'll start with the beginning, the intro.
I was born in southern texas by two loving people. My mother was 19 when she became pregnant and my father was 20. They are both very passionate about soccer, that is actually how they met. My father was her coach. Before you become to shocked, remember the age difference, not that bad in all reality.
My parents where the type of people who never dated. My mother up until she got married only had 3 boyfriends her whole life. My parents did love each other very much. Although they loved each other some bumps and a fork in the road came along for me. The decision was made to put me up for adoption to give me a better life.
One Year and Six Months
One year and six months ago
I married my husband.
It is absolutely incredible how amazing the past year and half has been
It's been pretty up and down but non the less it's been awesome.
I am still currently unemployeed with no health insurance but I know God will provide.
I am have a ton of great ideas for our youth group
I cannot wait to put them into action.
I absolutely love my husband
His eyes are doing really good and we don't go back to the eye doc for a month which is great.
Even though his eyes are not at their full potential he is already able to see better than he could before the surgery.
I am so happy for him.
Well now i have to get ready for class.
Have a wonderful day!
I married my husband.
It is absolutely incredible how amazing the past year and half has been
It's been pretty up and down but non the less it's been awesome.
I am still currently unemployeed with no health insurance but I know God will provide.
I am have a ton of great ideas for our youth group
I cannot wait to put them into action.
I absolutely love my husband
His eyes are doing really good and we don't go back to the eye doc for a month which is great.
Even though his eyes are not at their full potential he is already able to see better than he could before the surgery.
I am so happy for him.
Well now i have to get ready for class.
Have a wonderful day!
Monday, January 11, 2010
So a few things have changed
my life has recently changed in a few ways... some good some not so good.
We'll start with the not so good.
I quit my job at the bank. Good but not so good when it's been hard to find another job.
Hopefully something works out soon because I could really use a job.
The good news is my husband got eye surgery.
A PRK to be exact.
It's been pretty entertaining around here.
I had a interview for a job and they have been giving me the run around but as far as I can tell I'm the only one that the manager wants to hire. So as soon as he gets the go light from the store itself he'll give me a call.
So hopefully that works out soon.
That's all that's been going on around here.
School started today
I only have one more year to go and then I'll be done. So this time next year I'll be starting my semester of student teaching :-D Hooray!
We'll start with the not so good.
I quit my job at the bank. Good but not so good when it's been hard to find another job.
Hopefully something works out soon because I could really use a job.
The good news is my husband got eye surgery.
A PRK to be exact.
It's been pretty entertaining around here.
I had a interview for a job and they have been giving me the run around but as far as I can tell I'm the only one that the manager wants to hire. So as soon as he gets the go light from the store itself he'll give me a call.
So hopefully that works out soon.
That's all that's been going on around here.
School started today
I only have one more year to go and then I'll be done. So this time next year I'll be starting my semester of student teaching :-D Hooray!
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