Me: I have this terrible deep cough. I don't get it. It's my only symptom and nothing hurts.
Joshua: Maybe it's tuberculosis. Or whooping cough!
Me: Ummm. I've been inoculated.
Joshua: BY WHO!? WHERE!?
Me: What are you talking about? I was a baby. Like immunization. I was immunized as a baby for whooping cough.
Joshua: Oh. I thought you meant immaculate.
Me: Like Jesus and the immaculate birth?
Joshua: Ya.
Me: Ya Jesus wasn't inoculated.
Joshua: We should have a shotgun wedding.
Me: I don't think you know what that means.
(On the pros and cons of marriage vs elopement)
J: A wedding dress is just a waste of money if you are wanting to elope.
Me: Oh but I could wear it for engagement pictures, the elopement, and the reception.
J: You have a reception in denim.
Me: I hope our kids look like you and think like me.
J: Oh I hope they look like me or we got bigger issues than denim.
Monday, December 9, 2013
Working from home today.
Working from home today. Aka sitting in my bed on my laptop making a list of things that I will never do to my poor children if/when I have them.
I should preface this rant with the fact that my parents, especially my dad, are borderline DEAF and don't hear ANYTHING at a decent volume unless you volunteer to drive the family to Taco Bell and your music is "what is this shit? Turn it down for Pete's sake". And you were listening to it on your headphones. Ya. That kind of deaf.
Anyways, yesterday I answered the home phone even though it is never for me and it was a recording that the Washington County Courthouse would be open at 10am on Monday. I wrote it down in the event that it was actually necessary for someone to know. Because had I not wrote it down, it would have been vital information. So this morning my dad finds the note and wants to know why in the world I needed to know that. So I'm trying to tell him from across the room about the phone call and how I just wrote it down and it's probably an instance that everyone in the phonebook got a call like this because then no one would have an excuse not to get their stuff done (other than the weather/roads). But my dad didn't hear me. He didn't hear me 4 times in a row. So finally, my patience is GONE. So I say, "Oh. My. Word. It was just a recording."
And now I'm getting a lecture about how I have an attitude problem.
#getmeoutofthishouse
~Amber
I should preface this rant with the fact that my parents, especially my dad, are borderline DEAF and don't hear ANYTHING at a decent volume unless you volunteer to drive the family to Taco Bell and your music is "what is this shit? Turn it down for Pete's sake". And you were listening to it on your headphones. Ya. That kind of deaf.
Anyways, yesterday I answered the home phone even though it is never for me and it was a recording that the Washington County Courthouse would be open at 10am on Monday. I wrote it down in the event that it was actually necessary for someone to know. Because had I not wrote it down, it would have been vital information. So this morning my dad finds the note and wants to know why in the world I needed to know that. So I'm trying to tell him from across the room about the phone call and how I just wrote it down and it's probably an instance that everyone in the phonebook got a call like this because then no one would have an excuse not to get their stuff done (other than the weather/roads). But my dad didn't hear me. He didn't hear me 4 times in a row. So finally, my patience is GONE. So I say, "Oh. My. Word. It was just a recording."
And now I'm getting a lecture about how I have an attitude problem.
#getmeoutofthishouse
~Amber
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
A big ole' thank you
The other day at the little Wal-Mart, as I like to call the Prairie Grove Wal-Mart Express, I was in line buying regular groceries for me: cereal, milk, lunchables, uncrustables, yogurt, oreos, cereal, milk, laundry detergent, minute rice, you get the idea, and these two kids who I think if I remember them correctly, are in the sixth grade were behind me in line. Both of them had cell phones, and both of them had a gallon of milk in their hand. One of them had a twenty dollar bill.
This started a pandemonium of thinking about how differently my time was as a sixth grader and how sheltered I have made myself to this weirdo world, and all of the parenting that went along with it.
Not that these kids were rude, but they were on their phones the whole time. Maybe they were texting. Maybe they were instagramming. Facebooking. Twittering. Snapchatting. Minecrafting. Maybe they were cruising the Washington County Sherrif's Office site. Who knows. Anyways, as I was walking out of the store with my groceries, I saw the minivan with the tired mom in the driver's seat. Car still running. Obviously had her two sons run into walmart to get some milk.
Now when I was in the sixth grade, I still carried my baby doll into the MLK Wal-Mart with me. I had a pretend cell phone in my pretend purse. My mom made our grocery shopping into a weekend affair, and we went in with her and were on our best behavior. And my mom never would have sent me in for a gallon of milk. Never. I have been thinking ever since this recent Wal-Mart event about all the things that I am so grateful for that my parents did to keep me a little girl.
You don't have to agree with me, but I don't feel like I am old enough or mature enough in this world to live with a boyfriend or get married or have kids. I am still figuring out how to be my own person! How to put myself first and be a WOMAN. Not taking care of a child or a man. I am just so appreciative of my parents this month, as I said, for their role in keeping me a little girl.
So here it goes.
Thank you mom and dad.
For letting me take my baby dolls into Wal-Mart when I was 12 years old.
For never letting what was on my shirt or in my hair brighter, bigger, or better than what was in my head.
For not letting me group date. Ever.
For not letting me have a cell phone until I was 15.
For making me pay for my cell phone at 15, cause I talked to no one fast.
For making my first vehicle a V8 350 small block Chevy truck. Cause that thing vibrated going 65 miles hour down the paved roads.
For not letting me date until I was 16. So that I was never trapped somewhere without a way to get myself home.
For not letting me date until I was 16, because I didn't even get my first kiss til I was 19 and had moved out of my parents home.
For making my curfew 11pm. Cause you were right. No one going anywhere good was on the road after that.
For all our arguments that now show me that you really cared.
For paying for my tuition to UofA only if I attended church. Because who knows where I'd be right now without that.
For never helping me with any bills of any kind so that I would be taking care of myself.
For never keeping a few beers in the fridge until I was legal to drink myself.
For never taking a second glance at my outfits.
For teaching me to never wear out on a Saturday night what I wouldn't be willing to wear in church 10 hours later.
For never judging who I brought home and never prying before that.
For letting me move back home even though I swore it would never happen.
For not killing Hugo, although I know you might want to on a weekly basis.
And for letting me have my own room back, so I can continue to grow from that little girl.
I think that little girl I used to be would be proud of who I am today. And I'm thankful for that.
Thank you Mom and Dad.
This started a pandemonium of thinking about how differently my time was as a sixth grader and how sheltered I have made myself to this weirdo world, and all of the parenting that went along with it.
Not that these kids were rude, but they were on their phones the whole time. Maybe they were texting. Maybe they were instagramming. Facebooking. Twittering. Snapchatting. Minecrafting. Maybe they were cruising the Washington County Sherrif's Office site. Who knows. Anyways, as I was walking out of the store with my groceries, I saw the minivan with the tired mom in the driver's seat. Car still running. Obviously had her two sons run into walmart to get some milk.
Now when I was in the sixth grade, I still carried my baby doll into the MLK Wal-Mart with me. I had a pretend cell phone in my pretend purse. My mom made our grocery shopping into a weekend affair, and we went in with her and were on our best behavior. And my mom never would have sent me in for a gallon of milk. Never. I have been thinking ever since this recent Wal-Mart event about all the things that I am so grateful for that my parents did to keep me a little girl.
You don't have to agree with me, but I don't feel like I am old enough or mature enough in this world to live with a boyfriend or get married or have kids. I am still figuring out how to be my own person! How to put myself first and be a WOMAN. Not taking care of a child or a man. I am just so appreciative of my parents this month, as I said, for their role in keeping me a little girl.
So here it goes.
Thank you mom and dad.
For letting me take my baby dolls into Wal-Mart when I was 12 years old.
For never letting what was on my shirt or in my hair brighter, bigger, or better than what was in my head.
For not letting me group date. Ever.
For not letting me have a cell phone until I was 15.
For making me pay for my cell phone at 15, cause I talked to no one fast.
For making my first vehicle a V8 350 small block Chevy truck. Cause that thing vibrated going 65 miles hour down the paved roads.
For not letting me date until I was 16. So that I was never trapped somewhere without a way to get myself home.
For not letting me date until I was 16, because I didn't even get my first kiss til I was 19 and had moved out of my parents home.
For making my curfew 11pm. Cause you were right. No one going anywhere good was on the road after that.
For all our arguments that now show me that you really cared.
For paying for my tuition to UofA only if I attended church. Because who knows where I'd be right now without that.
For never helping me with any bills of any kind so that I would be taking care of myself.
For never keeping a few beers in the fridge until I was legal to drink myself.
For never taking a second glance at my outfits.
For teaching me to never wear out on a Saturday night what I wouldn't be willing to wear in church 10 hours later.
For never judging who I brought home and never prying before that.
For letting me move back home even though I swore it would never happen.
For not killing Hugo, although I know you might want to on a weekly basis.
And for letting me have my own room back, so I can continue to grow from that little girl.
I think that little girl I used to be would be proud of who I am today. And I'm thankful for that.
Thank you Mom and Dad.
Running down hills
When I was seven years old, in the second grade of Ms. Jaber's class, I used to run from the boys at recess. Everyone from Prairie Grove knows that at the Lower Elementary, on the playground, there was this long deep hill that everyone would run down. All the girls would spend most of their time being chased by the boys down this hill. Or jumping on the black slats of rubber on the south side of the playground, kiss boys and get married under the yellow tire by the swing sets, burn their bottoms on the metal sheet of a slide, or the merry go round that I think you had to be in the third grade to ride or operate. But even in my seven year old, second grade self, I was a problem solver. Yes, an opportunist of calculations. I had figured it out. If you stopped running before everyone went down the hill, the boys wouldn't chase you, or "get" you, or whatever reason we were running our lungs out away from them. I would just stop, and the boys would run on past. Brilliant. I had solved the problem, and told all of my girl friends- hey! I got it! If you stop running, the boys don't chase you. To which I was informed that you WANTED boys to chase you.
Oh.
That was news to me.
I had no clue.
I guess I still have no clue.
I don't remember the last time I drank.
I don't remember the last time I went out.
I have been working on Christmas cards for the past 6 days and that includes both the past Friday and Saturday nights at home in my Harley Davidson pajamas hot gluing paper together. At home as in I am 24 and still live with my parents. And our 10 cats.
Yes, 10.
And did I mention that I don't think I ever want to get married because I'm terrified of commitment and divorce?
Maybe I need to start running down hills again......
~Amber
Oh.
That was news to me.
I had no clue.
I guess I still have no clue.
I don't remember the last time I drank.
I don't remember the last time I went out.
I have been working on Christmas cards for the past 6 days and that includes both the past Friday and Saturday nights at home in my Harley Davidson pajamas hot gluing paper together. At home as in I am 24 and still live with my parents. And our 10 cats.
Yes, 10.
And did I mention that I don't think I ever want to get married because I'm terrified of commitment and divorce?
Maybe I need to start running down hills again......
~Amber
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
More Farm Life
So the kittens' eyes have been gunky this week. Three of the seven have had their eyes gooped shut and I've had to remove all the gunk and some infection and clean them so that they can just open their eyes. Poor little babies. I did some research and all the internet recommended was a trip to the vet. Well I knew that wouldn't fly with the farm bills (and my own unemployed bank account) so Robert was going to put a drop of bull antibiotic for pink eye in each kitten (like half a drop in each eye) and go from there. But then when he went to get the bull vaccine, he picked up some kitten eye drops and I promised to pay him back. When he got home, I went out to get the kittens and got them all cleaned up again, and washed their hands so that they wouldn't get more dirt in them when they went to wipe their poor little eyes. First of all, with three crying kittens sitting in the floor with me in the bathroom, Robert had to plug his ears with cotton balls. It was driving him nuts. Then I held the kittens eyes open and he agreed to administer the eye drops. Until the infection started oozing out. My twenty year old brother, the ANIMAL SCIENCE MAJOR at UofA who has made the dean's list twice, started gagging. It grossed him out! He almost puked watching the gunk pour out of these poor babies eyes. I had to laugh. When I got home tonight from Jeremiah's ball game, all but two of the kittens had moved. Momma cat, Printhess, has moved them to a warmer spot than a dog carrier under the carport. Hope the drops worked and that I can find them again tomorrow in the daylight. And I hope Robert can keep his breakfast down when he helps me administer more.
Never a dull moment on the farm.
~Amber
Never a dull moment on the farm.
~Amber
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Empowered.
I am laughing at myself. Almost in tears as I listen to none other than a Katy Perry song. I am in love. Roar.
I feel so empowered. I am literally sitting in my bed crocheting and watching Top Gear and listening to Katy Perry on my iPhone just about to weep. This is what a woman feels like.
For every hit I didn't take and moved on.
For every boy that sent me home when the movie was over bc I wasn't playing hanky afterwards.
For every time I've had my heart broken.
For every time I knew I was weaker than I should be.
For every time I cried in the shower.
For every time a girl on campus thought she was prettier than I was.
For every jeer I've ever had.
For every person I didn't mean to disappoint.
"Roar"
I feel so empowered. I am literally sitting in my bed crocheting and watching Top Gear and listening to Katy Perry on my iPhone just about to weep. This is what a woman feels like.
For every hit I didn't take and moved on.
For every boy that sent me home when the movie was over bc I wasn't playing hanky afterwards.
For every time I've had my heart broken.
For every time I knew I was weaker than I should be.
For every time I cried in the shower.
For every time a girl on campus thought she was prettier than I was.
For every jeer I've ever had.
For every person I didn't mean to disappoint.
"Roar"
I used to bite my tongue and hold my breath
Scared to rock the boat and make a mess
So I sat quietly, agreed politely
I guess that I forgot I had a choice
I let you push me past the breaking point
I stood for nothing, so I fell for everything
You held me down, but I got up
Already brushing off the dust
You hear my voice, you hear that sound
Like thunder gonna shake the ground
You held me down, but I got up
Get ready cause I’ve had enough
I see it all, I see it now
[Chorus]
I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire
Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me ROAR
Louder, louder than a lion
Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me ROAR
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You’re gonna hear me roar
Now I’m floating like a butterfly
Stinging like a bee I earned my stripes
I went from zero, to my own hero
You held me down, but I got up
Already brushing off the dust
You hear my voice, you hear that sound
Like thunder gonna shake the ground
You held me down, but I got up
Get ready ’cause I’ve had enough
I see it all, I see it now
Scared to rock the boat and make a mess
So I sat quietly, agreed politely
I guess that I forgot I had a choice
I let you push me past the breaking point
I stood for nothing, so I fell for everything
You held me down, but I got up
Already brushing off the dust
You hear my voice, you hear that sound
Like thunder gonna shake the ground
You held me down, but I got up
Get ready cause I’ve had enough
I see it all, I see it now
[Chorus]
I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire
Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me ROAR
Louder, louder than a lion
Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me ROAR
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You’re gonna hear me roar
Now I’m floating like a butterfly
Stinging like a bee I earned my stripes
I went from zero, to my own hero
You held me down, but I got up
Already brushing off the dust
You hear my voice, you hear that sound
Like thunder gonna shake the ground
You held me down, but I got up
Get ready ’cause I’ve had enough
I see it all, I see it now
Because I can leave in the middle of the movie.
Because I can cure cancer.
Because I can pick myself up and dust myself off.
Because I can kick in vtech before you can blow smoke in my face.
Because I can make the best pot roast you have ever tasted.
Because I can make my own money and pay my own bills.
Because I can be a leader.
Because I can give birth or not and get married or not.
And you don't have that choice
And I am the stronger sex.
Because I can do it all and dance backwards in high heels.
Because I am woman.
You're gonna hear me roar.
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
That one person. You can't seem to stop thinking about them. You run across a picture. Gosh we were so young. We didn't know anything at all about each other. And here now I know much more. But why don't you get out of my head? Why am I having dreams about you? Like I want you, I want you back in my life? I catch myself daydreaming scenarios where you pop back into my life and it all makes sense. Time to wake up. Reality is now.
cut em up
It probably took you a little while to realize, but you noticed that every single t shirt I own has to be a v neck. I think it's a sensitivity thing and a personal bubble space thing but I just can't wear crew necks. They drive me up the wall. I feel like I'm being eaten to death by tiny insects and scratched and suffocated. I've made do. I cut all my shirts. I didn't cut my Kiddie Campus t shirts because I didn't have to pay for them and we turn them in if we leave for any reason. So I didn't wear them. I think I wore them all once.
But now, I can't cut my Bikes Blues and BBQ shirt :/
This may get really ugly quick.
-Amber
But now, I can't cut my Bikes Blues and BBQ shirt :/
This may get really ugly quick.
-Amber
Monday, September 2, 2013
Monday, August 26, 2013
Ahhh Summer
I can officially go through winter without shaving the back of my legs as my leather seats have burned the follicles to a crisp and now hair won't even grow back there.
I can't make this up.
Amber
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Farm Life
Farm life has really nipped me in the BUTT this past month. I think it was the first of July I went to the doctor for ANOTHER case of tonsillitis. Fun Fun. My doctor said that I have one main allergy that gets infected a lot. I'm allergic to grass. GRASS! Like the stuff I mow when I have to and that stuff that gets mowed raked and bailed into hay that completely surrounds my house. Yay. I hate the smell of fresh cut grass. It gives me a headache and reminds me of the tops of onions or chives. Gross. But also, this past Sunday as my brother and I are headed out of the driveway to get to church (on time for the first time this month at that), Robert notices that his horse is missing. And then we see where he is out at, and so my sweet little Honda and I go barreling down the weed ridden ditches to put this horse back into the field. In a dress. In sandals. In designer sunglasses and matching bag. And it completely anhialates my front bumper :(
Really made me sad and mad when I realized it.
Then Sunday night, my parents and Robert go off to find some great Craigslist find and so I cozy up on the couch to watch Netflix on the big screen for the first time this month. I have a bowl of icecream, Longmire is just about to figure out who dunnit and BAM. NO TV. Apparently if you watch the tv in the living room at the same time as running the washer and dryer in the utility room, you blow a fuse. Great. So I went to bed and started in on my neglected book. Last night at 11pm, Hugo brought in a ginormous black cricket into our bed. I flipped out! Scared the daylights out of me. Robert thought our mom had fallen out of bed!
Oh farm life.
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Just Because
Because of you, I can't say I'm sorry.
Because of you, I can't say I'm wrong.
Because of you, I choke on "I love you."
Why is it so hard to get out? To move on.
Because of you, I am a heartbeat.
Because of you, I am here now.
A covered heart, mind, look not dressed.
Why should not feel but blessed.
I lie awake now. Preparing dream points.
The cross beside me. A paw, my friend.
I lie awake now. Preparing dream plans.
Why is sadness in heart, instead?
Because of you, I know no ally.
My line lay guarded, yours in ground.
Because of you I trust no arrow.
But time we seek for earth blood bound.
Because of you, I found my lost fright.
A longing short lived for depths revealed.
Because of you, hot streams remembered.
My warrand band right no longer yield.
Because of you I know no falling.
My feet stay grounded, on the mend.
Warm hand clink drift far
Strong enough that tree to bend.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Quotes
There are some quotes that have rolled over and over in my brain this week:
"Sometimes the questions are hard and the answers are simple"- Dr. Seuss
"There are Christians who are businessmen and then there are businessmen who are Christians"(love my church)
"When you're holding a hammer, everything looks like a nail"
"Be still and know that I am God."-Psalm 46:10
"Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not." -Dr. Seuss
“Good philosophy must exist, if for no other reason, because bad philosophy needs to be answered.”― C. S. Lewis (love my church)
Hope these wrap up my week and refresh the one that's coming.
~Amber
"Sometimes the questions are hard and the answers are simple"- Dr. Seuss
"There are Christians who are businessmen and then there are businessmen who are Christians"(love my church)
"When you're holding a hammer, everything looks like a nail"
"Be still and know that I am God."-Psalm 46:10
"Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not." -Dr. Seuss
“Good philosophy must exist, if for no other reason, because bad philosophy needs to be answered.”― C. S. Lewis (love my church)
Hope these wrap up my week and refresh the one that's coming.
~Amber
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
I've never been able to juggle. Not technically. But I can multi task like no other. Just give me a pad of paper to make a list and I become a legitimate octopus. But when it comes to processing, I'm deader than an over heated goldfish from the state fair.
When emotions hit me, my brain doesn't do. It pauses and my heart starts to feel. I instantly feel it in my neck. My shoulders become rocks of pain and tension. I can do nothing but sigh. Rage is the last thing on my palette. But it's there. And I can feel it. And I can control it. But I struggle with it. Rather, it struggles over me.
Do you struggle with rage?
I really can't stand when others are affected. I instantly become mother bear.
Is that ok?
Cheers to me. This momma bear is headed to the woods for a bit.
~Amber
When emotions hit me, my brain doesn't do. It pauses and my heart starts to feel. I instantly feel it in my neck. My shoulders become rocks of pain and tension. I can do nothing but sigh. Rage is the last thing on my palette. But it's there. And I can feel it. And I can control it. But I struggle with it. Rather, it struggles over me.
Do you struggle with rage?
I really can't stand when others are affected. I instantly become mother bear.
Is that ok?
Cheers to me. This momma bear is headed to the woods for a bit.
~Amber
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Scholar verbage
I have been hanging out in the Scholars classroom in the afternoons, closing the classroom until a better suit comes along, but I'm really enjoying the age group and the kids. There are only two boys in the class, so usually when 5 o' clock hits, the girls and I color and play in the centers and talk about our likes and dislikes and what they did that day and they talk about everything under the sun. Working with four year olds, I know how you yell at your kids and husbands and wives and what you talk about on the phone and what you think about your mother in law and what she thinks of you and your spouse :) But I also had an epiphany hanging out with those girls. I would love love love to teach at a private girls acadamey one day. Math Science English with young girls has got to be one of the best things I could ever do with my life.
But I'm going to share with you quotes of just today:
B: "Can we play rainbow puppies?"
z: (talking about what they had learned about Presidents this week and which coins they are on): "the one with the spiked up poof hair? He died"
t: I just hit you in the weiner (talking to me)
me: Oh my word sir, what do you think you are doing?
g: what? we are just holding hands....
c: when you have babies, a puppy dog goes inside you to help (lead) the babies to come out and then they just fall out
me; (imagine my face) "yes baby girl. That is exactly what happens" (i continue sweeping bewildered)
s: Don't you think my color(ing) is just fabulous darling?!
Out of the mouth of babes. I really do need to write a book. :)
Love,
Miss Ammer
But I'm going to share with you quotes of just today:
B: "Can we play rainbow puppies?"
z: (talking about what they had learned about Presidents this week and which coins they are on): "the one with the spiked up poof hair? He died"
t: I just hit you in the weiner (talking to me)
me: Oh my word sir, what do you think you are doing?
g: what? we are just holding hands....
c: when you have babies, a puppy dog goes inside you to help (lead) the babies to come out and then they just fall out
me; (imagine my face) "yes baby girl. That is exactly what happens" (i continue sweeping bewildered)
s: Don't you think my color(ing) is just fabulous darling?!
Out of the mouth of babes. I really do need to write a book. :)
Love,
Miss Ammer
Friday, January 11, 2013
This week I.....
This week I
1) started and finished 2 quarts of ice cream by myself.
2) ran over a muffler more than thrice.
3) never made it to work right on time
4) got an MRI
5) had an iv put in the same vein as my blood work
6) somehow didn't contract the flu
7) cleaned up projectile vomit
8) heard my mother pray aloud
9) started a new book
10) ran out of coffee creamer at work
11) ran to McDonald's during my children's 10 minute bible class
12) was told I am "the" mean teacher by a stubborn 4 year old
13) got my oil changed
14) held all but one of my sweet babies
15)watched cake boss and oddities with my family instead of honing in my room
16) laughed til it hurt
And the week's not over yet.
~Amber
1) started and finished 2 quarts of ice cream by myself.
2) ran over a muffler more than thrice.
3) never made it to work right on time
4) got an MRI
5) had an iv put in the same vein as my blood work
6) somehow didn't contract the flu
7) cleaned up projectile vomit
8) heard my mother pray aloud
9) started a new book
10) ran out of coffee creamer at work
11) ran to McDonald's during my children's 10 minute bible class
12) was told I am "the" mean teacher by a stubborn 4 year old
13) got my oil changed
14) held all but one of my sweet babies
15)watched cake boss and oddities with my family instead of honing in my room
16) laughed til it hurt
And the week's not over yet.
~Amber
Monday, January 7, 2013
Monday so far
1) I somehow only shaved one side of my body this weekend. Not even sure how that happened.
2) I did not. I repeat, did not leave my sunroof cracked open overnight.
That was not a chilly ride to work in leather seats.
3) I also did not hit my brothers muffler backing out of the long drive this morning at 6:55. Hope that thing was broken first :/
4) For dinner tonight I had dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets and vanilla icecream.
I'm 7 ok?
Happy Monday!
~Amber
2) I did not. I repeat, did not leave my sunroof cracked open overnight.
That was not a chilly ride to work in leather seats.
3) I also did not hit my brothers muffler backing out of the long drive this morning at 6:55. Hope that thing was broken first :/
4) For dinner tonight I had dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets and vanilla icecream.
I'm 7 ok?
Happy Monday!
~Amber
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Another Amber Waves and Rants and Raves
HOla.
As everyone in the planet is going on a social media fast, I've decided to make up for their dissapearance and throw some more unwanted information your way. :)
So maybe some of you have noticed, I've been a crank pot lately! I have not wanted to exchange pleasantries and be all sweet. I know, you are so used to that person. Ha! I'm not a nice person. I just have a warm heart. So I'm sorry for being in a really bad mood. Hopefully my 3 starbucks card and starbucks home kit will kick in and I will be more happy happy happy.
I've been exhausted. I'm sure you have noticed that I sleep more than Lazarus himself. I thought I was just bein a freakin pansy. Turns out, I got some tweakin to do in my innards. Tests to follow. Bills to follow. Prayers and insurance money greatly appreciado.
I've been thinking about using my blogger app on my phone to do some daily quirps from yours truly. Sometimes I get a joke or a nut brained scheme in my head and don't feel like blowing up facebook with all my insanity. Most times twitter gets the brunt of my thoughts, but I'm thinking about just posting to the blog. Hopefully it's in your reader so I don't have to post to fb all the freakin time.
Also, soon I will catch you up on some details of this juggling, and I'm planning a post called "Thou shalt sack up" -about what I think all these freakin boys out on the market that I have to put up with are doing wrong. It's gonna be glorious.
I don't believe in New Year's Resolutions. I think you can just make up your mind on a random Wednesday and change your life. I havfe an everlasting to do list on my phone in my head and in my planner and on post it notes all over my cabinets in my classroom.
I do know that I will be getting back into being studious soon. Every single night I have the same dream- I am stuck at PGHS with my graduating class, trying to catch up on all my classes and deal with my mom being in the hospital. This past week, I've been telling people in my dream that I will be 23 and graduating high school. It's ridiculous. No wonder I need a pot of coffee in the morning.
I think until I actually get enrolled in a random class that will go toward a degree ( I think I want to teach 7th grade math this time and not high school math and physics)(but who knows), I'm going to work out of my old math book. I think I lost a lot of pride in myself when I had to give up.
Now my life is on a path of joy. Every day I build up a joy factor. I leave with more joy than stress in my heart and I am in love with my beautiful, well behaved and SMART babies. A, A, C, J, K, and S, Miss Ambie loves you more than air.
Oh! And. I will update my HOMESPUN blog soon. I've made a bunch of crap ya'll need to buy and I'm selling like half my closet.
Much Love,
Miss Ammer :)
As everyone in the planet is going on a social media fast, I've decided to make up for their dissapearance and throw some more unwanted information your way. :)
So maybe some of you have noticed, I've been a crank pot lately! I have not wanted to exchange pleasantries and be all sweet. I know, you are so used to that person. Ha! I'm not a nice person. I just have a warm heart. So I'm sorry for being in a really bad mood. Hopefully my 3 starbucks card and starbucks home kit will kick in and I will be more happy happy happy.
I've been exhausted. I'm sure you have noticed that I sleep more than Lazarus himself. I thought I was just bein a freakin pansy. Turns out, I got some tweakin to do in my innards. Tests to follow. Bills to follow. Prayers and insurance money greatly appreciado.
I've been thinking about using my blogger app on my phone to do some daily quirps from yours truly. Sometimes I get a joke or a nut brained scheme in my head and don't feel like blowing up facebook with all my insanity. Most times twitter gets the brunt of my thoughts, but I'm thinking about just posting to the blog. Hopefully it's in your reader so I don't have to post to fb all the freakin time.
Also, soon I will catch you up on some details of this juggling, and I'm planning a post called "Thou shalt sack up" -about what I think all these freakin boys out on the market that I have to put up with are doing wrong. It's gonna be glorious.
I don't believe in New Year's Resolutions. I think you can just make up your mind on a random Wednesday and change your life. I havfe an everlasting to do list on my phone in my head and in my planner and on post it notes all over my cabinets in my classroom.
I do know that I will be getting back into being studious soon. Every single night I have the same dream- I am stuck at PGHS with my graduating class, trying to catch up on all my classes and deal with my mom being in the hospital. This past week, I've been telling people in my dream that I will be 23 and graduating high school. It's ridiculous. No wonder I need a pot of coffee in the morning.
I think until I actually get enrolled in a random class that will go toward a degree ( I think I want to teach 7th grade math this time and not high school math and physics)(but who knows), I'm going to work out of my old math book. I think I lost a lot of pride in myself when I had to give up.
Now my life is on a path of joy. Every day I build up a joy factor. I leave with more joy than stress in my heart and I am in love with my beautiful, well behaved and SMART babies. A, A, C, J, K, and S, Miss Ambie loves you more than air.
Oh! And. I will update my HOMESPUN blog soon. I've made a bunch of crap ya'll need to buy and I'm selling like half my closet.
Much Love,
Miss Ammer :)
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