Wow...I can't believe this picture was taken in 1995...13 years ago!!! I can't believe how different I look now! I can't believe how much my life has changed!!!
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
March
So I think this month is going to be a month of reflecting. Or at least this week will be. I have just been looking back over the last couple days at the last 12 years of my life and what I have done (good and bad) and who I have become (good and bad).
What prompts this you ask? This past Sunday was the 12 year anniversary of a focal changing point in my life. The day I got married. I would not be where I am today or who I am today if it had not been for that one act. And at 19 years old....it was a very un-informed act.
Looking back and seeing all of the good things I have done with my life (Gabby, for instance) and all of the mistakes I have made, has been extremely humbling.
Have I done all that God wanted me to do? Not even close. But I have made an effort to better myself and am trying to do a better job at following his plan for me.
Have I been a good parent? I really hope so...b/c if not, the next couple of years are going to be hell.
Have I been a good child? Yes, but not nearly as good as I could have been.
Was I a good wife? Am I good ex-wife? These are questions that plague me regularly. And only one person can answer. I will never ask these questions out loud because I am too scared to hear his answer.
Have I been a good sibling? I think so, but over the years my sister and I have grown so much closer and my brother and I have drifted so far apart.
Have I been a good friend? Have I been there when they needed me? I think so, but I also know that I am selfish. And that I don't always take the time to tell my friends how much they mean to me. (you guys mean a lot to me...I couldn't have made it this far without you).
So. This is what I have been doing...driving myself crazy over the last few days. Any advice is appreciated at this point.
Cheers.
What prompts this you ask? This past Sunday was the 12 year anniversary of a focal changing point in my life. The day I got married. I would not be where I am today or who I am today if it had not been for that one act. And at 19 years old....it was a very un-informed act.
Looking back and seeing all of the good things I have done with my life (Gabby, for instance) and all of the mistakes I have made, has been extremely humbling.
Have I done all that God wanted me to do? Not even close. But I have made an effort to better myself and am trying to do a better job at following his plan for me.
Have I been a good parent? I really hope so...b/c if not, the next couple of years are going to be hell.
Have I been a good child? Yes, but not nearly as good as I could have been.
Was I a good wife? Am I good ex-wife? These are questions that plague me regularly. And only one person can answer. I will never ask these questions out loud because I am too scared to hear his answer.
Have I been a good sibling? I think so, but over the years my sister and I have grown so much closer and my brother and I have drifted so far apart.
Have I been a good friend? Have I been there when they needed me? I think so, but I also know that I am selfish. And that I don't always take the time to tell my friends how much they mean to me. (you guys mean a lot to me...I couldn't have made it this far without you).
So. This is what I have been doing...driving myself crazy over the last few days. Any advice is appreciated at this point.
Cheers.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Funny, Funny, Funny
So I just stole this link off my friend Jeanne's blog, which she got from our friend Courtney, but this has to be one of the funniest blogs I have seen.
http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/
http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Hump Day
So last night, I went to a women's study I have been participating in for the last several months. Although we break it up so we have only 6 week sessions. I love the group. I love the lesson. I hate the food. The food is my enemy. Because even though I have known the mentors (my own mother included) my entire life, they just can't seem to understand the fact that I am allergic to mushrooms.
So...last night I ate the casserole that was prepared because, stupidly, I thought there was no way that mushrooms would be in it...we just went through this 2 weeks ago when my own mother made something with mushrooms...well I was wrong. As I grew warmer and warmer throughout the lesson, and started getting itchy at the end, I happened to walk by a mentor and overheard her say....And then you add a can of cream of MUSHROOM soup to it!
ARGH!!!!!!!!!! (What in the hell is wrong with these people?!?!?!? I thought to myself)
So I yet again mention to my mom that BTW, can we please make sure mushrooms are not used in the cooking...and then I leave to go home. Except...I have to pull over on the way home to vomit and then proceed to continue with that all night. And have crazy dreams about tracking down the allergist from my childhood and making him tell everyone I know that I am allergic to certain foods.
Somewhat vindictively, I could tell my mom felt really bad when she had to bring me ginger ale and crackers, but after seeing me in full glory...I guarantee the food will become my friend...because I don't think she wants to have to rush me to the ER anytime soon.
Hopefully today won't be quite so entertaining.
So...last night I ate the casserole that was prepared because, stupidly, I thought there was no way that mushrooms would be in it...we just went through this 2 weeks ago when my own mother made something with mushrooms...well I was wrong. As I grew warmer and warmer throughout the lesson, and started getting itchy at the end, I happened to walk by a mentor and overheard her say....And then you add a can of cream of MUSHROOM soup to it!
ARGH!!!!!!!!!! (What in the hell is wrong with these people?!?!?!? I thought to myself)
So I yet again mention to my mom that BTW, can we please make sure mushrooms are not used in the cooking...and then I leave to go home. Except...I have to pull over on the way home to vomit and then proceed to continue with that all night. And have crazy dreams about tracking down the allergist from my childhood and making him tell everyone I know that I am allergic to certain foods.
Somewhat vindictively, I could tell my mom felt really bad when she had to bring me ginger ale and crackers, but after seeing me in full glory...I guarantee the food will become my friend...because I don't think she wants to have to rush me to the ER anytime soon.
Hopefully today won't be quite so entertaining.
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