kickin' my booty.

I went back to school 6 months ago. Just two classes but yikes, it was hard, and worth it. Somehow I survived last semester and I even did pretty good too. Two A's. One was even an A+. Sorry if that sounds like bragging, but sometimes you just have to pat yourself on the back when you do something you thought was impossible. And let me tell you, when I was halfway through my literature class that had 3,500 pages of reading in one semester, I thought anything better than a B was pretty much dang near impossible. But I got an A. So I went into this semester sufficiently buoyed. If I could do it last semester, this whole finishing my degree thing should be a breeze. Except now, I have a house, and it's bigger than that teaspoon of a townhouse we were living in last semester. Which means about a gazillion more rooms to clean/organize/decorate. And a yard to landscape. And my husband is busier than he was last semester with his own MBA. And my baby who was super easy-going/ angelic has decided that he now wants to be the world's biggest stink, right behind his older brother of course. It's still mind-blowing the shenanigans those two can get in together. Oh, when will I have an easy-going child? And my classes are harder. Who would have thought? I'm so stressed, I've spent the last 5 days with leprosy-like acne all over my face. Lovely. I guess it's payback for never having pimples when I was a teenager. Except it's kind of disgusting to have a breakout when you are 27. Everyone thinks I'm crazy for doing this. But I know why I am doing this. I believe in education. It's more than a degree to me. It's about showing my kids how important finishing college is, even when everything else is fighting against it. It's about proving to myself that I can still do anything if I put my mind to it. And I will. One class at a time. That is, if this semester doesn't kill me.





ps. this guy has been in Seattle on business for 2 days; he won't be home until Thursday night.





and man I miss hugging him.

Pray for me.

Quotable:

Last night Hannah and I were working on decorating a tissue box for her to take to school to put her Valentines in. She picked out the pretty paper, we'd cut it out together and she would glue it onto the side.. On one of the sides she started gluing before we had finished cutting out. "Wait, honey," I said, "we have to finish cutting it first."

"Oh," she said, putting the gluestick down. "My bad."

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

I'm in love with my daughter.

happy birthday,

to an amazing woman, who once stuck her bare arm inside a beehive. who birthed 10 babies. who gave me my first sewing lessons. who once made a costume for my school talent show. who used to give the best toothless kisses. who left a very large legacy, and an even larger family behind.

whose blood is in me, and it makes me proud.

happy birthday grandma dot.

i still miss you.

good stuff for me to remember...

"Each family prayer, each episode of family scripture study, and each family home evening is a brushstroke on the canvas of our souls. No one event may appear to be very impressive or memorable. But just as the yellow and gold and brown strokes of paint complement each other and produce an impressive masterpiece, so our consistency in doing seemingly small things can lead to significant spiritual results."


David A. Bednar

i miss this kid.

alot.

So...

This blog has gotten really lame. and boring.

i guess my plate is a little full right now.

a few random thoughts:

*last week was the week from painting hell.

*had a heavenly visit from the inlaws this weekend, that made it much better.

*turns out the higher you get in college the harder (larger workload) the classes get. uh, and yeah.

*my house seems really big, especially when I'm cleaning it/painting it/trying to figure out what to do with the mamouth wall in the family room.

*i'm typing this with a wiggly ethan on my lap, who doesn't want to sleep apparently. don't mind the missed caps/typos.

*kinda putting the etsy thing on hold for a while. not that they are selling like hotcakes or anything, but the stress of coming up with brilliant new ideas is just a little more than i have time for.

*i dropped all the pices to try and empty out some of the merchanise hangin around the house... hint: now's the time to buy, they may become collectors items and then you'll just have to admire them on ME! ;-)

*i love ann taylor loft, you should too. i should advertise for them. i'm probably their biggest fan. do you think they'd have me?

* i really need a good start for a short story for my writing class, and i got nothin.

*i really want a new sectional for my family room.

*i'm addicted to netflix... anyone know a good anonymous group?

*i love my hub,his fam and mine, my kids, my faith.

life is good.

good and busy.

and i dream about decorating my house.

literally.

is that weird?