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This is what I tell myself everyday I go to the gym. Running is like one great big count down for me. We always run for 45 minutes. Well, for at least 5 of those minutes I like to run my guts out so I can really get my heart pumping. So I have to tell myself, "It's only 5 minutes, it's not that long, you can do it! Five minutes, that's less time then you'll spend writing your blog post tonight. I can do this!" So I start to pick up my pace, I double that, then flat out run, and thoughts like, "Oh my legs hurt, maybe I should stop now." go through my head. Then I have to yell at myself, in my head of course. Why is this so hard for me? I totally have to pump myself up for just 5 minutes. Do other people have to use self motivating talk in their heads to make their bodies move? I'm so ashamed. But oh, it does feel so good when those 5 minutes end and I get to slow down.

Today I wrote some thoughts down about this day, and thought to myself, "My blog is locked I only share with those I love the most... I could turn this into a post and they might appreciate it." I don't get up in front of the church congregation like I should, but this is a smaller way for me to share.
I grew up in a small town. I consider myself a country girl. Growing up I tried to escape that fact, tried to deny it, I even pretended I was above all that small town jabber. But as I've gotten older I've realized it's totally a part of who I am. "You can take the girl out of the country, but you can't take the country out of the girl." So I've embraced it. I started to realize my country side when the philosophy of Nothin' says it like a curse word started to be a rough challenge for me. I can curse and people believe I mean it, it's just natural, it doesn't sound half hearted, or like it took a lot of effort for that four letter word to come off my tongue. Not exactly living up to the goody two shoes reputation I had my freshman year. I've learned to bite my tongue, but I still let one fly every once in a while to make Aaron smile, or to get my point across.
Anyways, wow that was a huge side track. I now teach in a small town, which is interesting and entertaining. No one ever said that small town folk don't know how to have a good time, and that's true all the way down to their Elementary schools. This Wednesday (the last day before our spring break) we had an egg drop competition...with a twist of course, I've never seen anything like this. The kids built their Egg Chambers and brought them to school. Then some men came and got them to take to the airport. We teachers walked our students over to the park, and waited. Two small crop dusters started circling the park, and throwing the egg chambers out of the planes. It was so much fun!!! The planes were cool! The chambers bounced, dropped, crashed, and even exploded. Then I got to be a judge, so I cut open the chambers (which wasn't easy) and I got to determine if their egg had survived or not. Then I had to crack it to make sure it wasn't boiled. A little country, but tons of fun!





March through June have to be some of the best months for a sports fan. College basketball tournament time, NBA playoffs, the French Open (tennis), and Wimbledon (tennis). How can it get any better than that?
A few weeks ago I signed an intent to leave form because my employer was offering a $500 dollar bonus to anyone who informed them in advance that they would be leaving. Well I already know that my plan is to leave after this school year, so why not cash in on that? But now the leak is out and spreading and my co-workers are slowly finding out one by one. Of course everyone wants a dang good reason for you to be departing from the most rewarding and noble job there is. I end up explaining my reasons and since I've done this every day this week, here it is in writing:
Teaching has been so rewarding and I LOVE it! It's just not the right choice for our upcoming lives. I've gotten so many different reactions to this, and most people just want to talk about their lives and how they made it through teaching while pregnant and their kids turned out mostly normal. But today a literacy aid I work with looked me in the eyes and said, "I chose to take care of my family, and I have never regretted it a day of my life." THANK YOU LINDA!!!
A while back my little sister made a comment on this blog about how I've never mentioned her. Well today she inspired me! My little (almost 18 year old) sister got her drivers license today, and not only that she got a 100% on her driving test. This girl is making a habit out of getting a 100% on things, just the other day she got a perfect score in one of her high school classes.
White Christmas movie pops into my head and I can't get those lyrics to stop playing through my head. "Sisters, Sisters. There were never such devoted sisters, never had to have a chaperone, no sir, I'm here to keep my eye on her!" la, la, la. I just adore my sister. She is an example to me of living right. We are very different and our personalities at times clash, but she goes about life in a way that impresses me.
We are big list people. Life goals list, things to get done list, if we get that house (we'll know by the end of the week) we will make these improvements list, we are always making lists. Annelie our good friend has been kind enough to make these documents outlining all of our decisions for each destination that we will be exploring this summer in Europe. She did this for all 18-20 destinations; she must really love us.God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time;
Enjoying one moment at a time;
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
Taking, as He did, this sinful world
as it is, not as I would have it;
Trusting that He will make all things right
if I surrender to His Will;
That I may be reasonably happy in this life
and supremely happy with Him
Forever in the next.
Amen.
--Reinhold Niebuhr
Tomorrow I will return to my third graders! The flu has officially left me, but it certainly took its toll. I've been feeling better all day, but I keep having to sit down to catch my breath or even take a little nap because I get really tired out of nowhere. It's so strange to me, I hope this doesn't last long.
Today I got a delivery that I wasn't expecting. I opened the door and the lady was holding a box I recognized as a FTD flower box. I thought that maybe my Mommy sent me get better flowers, she does stuff like that. But, when I opened the box I found this note inside:
Aaron has been such a support. He comes and checks on me constantly, and he makes sure that I'm drinking my Gatorade. He has been making me meals and not even complaining when I take two bites and have him take it away because it's making me nauseous. He even talked with my mom who gave him pointers on how to better take care of me. She taught him how to make Jello Water, liquid Jello, something I can actually stomach. He is always doing so much for me but being home all day has made all of those things a little more apparent. He takes out the trash, did the laundry for me, did the dishes, tucks me in, goes to school, gets up and works, and he's there whenever I need him. I'm so grateful my husband is worthy of the priesthood and is ready to give me a blessing when I need one. He does so many little things that make me happy. Like each morning I wake up to him saying, "Come Get Your Mornin' Hug!" He stands just far enough away that I can't reach him unless I get out of bed, and it's the only thing that actually gets me up because I can't turn down one of his hugs. It's his way of loving me awake, I just love him so much! Ich liebe dich, mein Mann!
