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

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

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 :)