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Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Waiting...
Waiting stinks.
I've always thought that I was a fairly patient person. Not the best. Not the worst. A little more than average.
The last few days have been rough for me though. Knowing there is potential for a job, whether it's in a location we wanted or not, is really exciting. I want to know if he is going to get an interview. The man that is in charge of the project they are hiring for said that he was "exactly what we are looking for." I feel like it shouldn't take this long to figure out whether or not they want to fly someone out to interview them. Maybe that's just me. I have no idea how long it takes for this process, but I do know that I don't want to wait anymore.
I've always thought that I was a fairly patient person. Not the best. Not the worst. A little more than average.
The last few days have been rough for me though. Knowing there is potential for a job, whether it's in a location we wanted or not, is really exciting. I want to know if he is going to get an interview. The man that is in charge of the project they are hiring for said that he was "exactly what we are looking for." I feel like it shouldn't take this long to figure out whether or not they want to fly someone out to interview them. Maybe that's just me. I have no idea how long it takes for this process, but I do know that I don't want to wait anymore.
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Learning From Mom
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| Mom, me, Garrett. |
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Things My Sisters Taught Me
As I prepare myself for this baby that's coming, I have been contemplating all the things I have learned as I have worked with kids. Specifically, all the things I have learned from watching my sisters deal with their children over the years. There are many years, refer the All About Me tab.
The first thing that comes to mind, my sister Jess taught me. As a little bit of background, my sister had terrible, and I mean TERRIBLE pregnancies. She was hospitalized at certain points, had IV's in her at home, and had a pump for I believe two of her pregnancies to put medicine into her so she was able to keep some sort of food and water in her system. She's my hero. Compared to her, my pregnancy is a walk in the park and my last post was dedicated to complaining about it. Wimp...I know. If I had pregnancies like her, I'd be adopting any children after this one. Thank goodness the Lord knows I'm a pansy and has graciously given me a normal pregnancy! Anyway, she did this four, yes, FOUR times. Her kids are spaced out so that she had at least one going through the terrible two's when she was at her worst part of the sickness. I was probably 12 at the time and I had gone down to stay with her and help watch her oldest little girl while she was sick.
She was laying on the couch while we talked and her daughter played. She all of a sudden stopped in our conversation and said, "Eliza is too quiet. You should go check on her." I always thought that a quiet kid was a good thing because you hear complain about the noise level of children. I learned that day that, with girls especially, quiet is hardly ever good.
I walked down the hall and checked in her room. She was no where to be found. I checked in my sisters room knowing Eliza had a fondness for playing in there, but the door was locked. The house was small, so there was only one other room in the house that she could be in...my room.
I opened the door slowly and a small lump under the covers on my bed froze. Thinking she was merely hiding from me, I started to play with her saying, "Hmmm....where could Eliza be?" To which I heard a bunch of giggles. I said, "Maybe she's in the closest!" And I opened it, knowing she wasn't there and heard more giggles come from under the blanket. "Maybe she's under the chair!" More giggles. "Oh well, I guess she's not in here." And then I collapsed on the bed, making a big fuss about how there was a lump in my covers, which of course go the most giggles from this not yet 2 year old. As I pulled the covers back, I found she wasn't just hiding herself from me. She was hiding what she was doing from me.
I was only 12 and not really sure what to do with make up. I had it, but didn't use it. Anyway, Eliza loved make up, especially this liquid blue eyeliner that I had (again, I didn't know anything about make up and no I don't use liquid blue eyeliner now). I had foolishly left my make up bag on the dresser where she could easily reach. She had taken the eyeliner out and was using it as lipstick...under the covers...and she's not even 2, so it wasn't just on her lips. It was on her cheeks, her hands, the sheets, her clothes and pretty much anywhere else imaginable.
It was adorable. I couldn't help but laugh. She looked so stinkin' cute with her bright blue eyes, which were now accentuated because of all the blue on her pale skin, and her bright blonde hair.
I love this story. It's probably one of my favorite stories about Eliza. And it taught me a very, very important lesson that I have never forgotten: When kids are too quiet, it's never good.
The first thing that comes to mind, my sister Jess taught me. As a little bit of background, my sister had terrible, and I mean TERRIBLE pregnancies. She was hospitalized at certain points, had IV's in her at home, and had a pump for I believe two of her pregnancies to put medicine into her so she was able to keep some sort of food and water in her system. She's my hero. Compared to her, my pregnancy is a walk in the park and my last post was dedicated to complaining about it. Wimp...I know. If I had pregnancies like her, I'd be adopting any children after this one. Thank goodness the Lord knows I'm a pansy and has graciously given me a normal pregnancy! Anyway, she did this four, yes, FOUR times. Her kids are spaced out so that she had at least one going through the terrible two's when she was at her worst part of the sickness. I was probably 12 at the time and I had gone down to stay with her and help watch her oldest little girl while she was sick.
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| Terrible picture of me, adorable picture of Eliza. Growing up did me wonders. haha. This was right around the time of this story. 2001? Maybe? |
I walked down the hall and checked in her room. She was no where to be found. I checked in my sisters room knowing Eliza had a fondness for playing in there, but the door was locked. The house was small, so there was only one other room in the house that she could be in...my room.
I opened the door slowly and a small lump under the covers on my bed froze. Thinking she was merely hiding from me, I started to play with her saying, "Hmmm....where could Eliza be?" To which I heard a bunch of giggles. I said, "Maybe she's in the closest!" And I opened it, knowing she wasn't there and heard more giggles come from under the blanket. "Maybe she's under the chair!" More giggles. "Oh well, I guess she's not in here." And then I collapsed on the bed, making a big fuss about how there was a lump in my covers, which of course go the most giggles from this not yet 2 year old. As I pulled the covers back, I found she wasn't just hiding herself from me. She was hiding what she was doing from me.
I was only 12 and not really sure what to do with make up. I had it, but didn't use it. Anyway, Eliza loved make up, especially this liquid blue eyeliner that I had (again, I didn't know anything about make up and no I don't use liquid blue eyeliner now). I had foolishly left my make up bag on the dresser where she could easily reach. She had taken the eyeliner out and was using it as lipstick...under the covers...and she's not even 2, so it wasn't just on her lips. It was on her cheeks, her hands, the sheets, her clothes and pretty much anywhere else imaginable.
It was adorable. I couldn't help but laugh. She looked so stinkin' cute with her bright blue eyes, which were now accentuated because of all the blue on her pale skin, and her bright blonde hair.
I love this story. It's probably one of my favorite stories about Eliza. And it taught me a very, very important lesson that I have never forgotten: When kids are too quiet, it's never good.
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| A more recent photo of the both of us. 2012. |
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Pregnancy Sucks
Have any of you seen the movie "What to Expect When You're Expecting"? (Spoiler! Don't read further if you plan on seeing it.) At one point of the movie, Wendy (played by Elizabeth Banks) who owns a baby everything store, is asked to give a seminar at a baby convention. She starts off sugar coating pregnancy. Soon, she breaks down and says something along the lines of, "I'm calling it. Bullsh**." She goes on to say that there is no "glow" when you're pregnant. And now, being 17 weeks pregnant, I have to agree.
I always thought that pregnancy would be fantastic for me. I thought I'd be one of the random women that don't get any symptoms. I'm not. It was rather naive thinking honestly. It probably started before I got sick, but knew that I was pregnant.
I have gotten pretty much all of them... nausea, crazy hormones, food aversions, and most of the rather unpleasant ones that I won't mention. Pregnancy sucks. That's all I have come up with.
Hopefully I'll find my "glow" like Wendy did in the movie when I hold this baby for the first time.
Until then, all I have to say is...this baby better be really freakin' cute.
Monday, February 4, 2013
Being healthy
I am trying this new thing. It's called being healthy! Have you heard of it? Haha. I'm terrible at eating healthy. I never know what to cook. I love Dr. Pepper, more so than I should and I hate, and I mean HATE, exercising.
That being said, I have gained weight since getting married. I'm not proud of it, but I have. Dustin and I love being at home, relaxing, watching a movie or something of that nature. And we also like living in the country, which is not where we live. So staying in our little basement apartment gives us the illusion that we aren't surrounded by a bunch of people. :)
On top of this, I also lack the motivation and the accountability of not working out. I would rather sit on my butt than get up and work out. I'm lazy. And I'm a procrastinator which means I'll put off working out until its too late to work out, so then I just won't. My friend is probably just as bad at working out as I am, and I say this in the nicest way possible, but its true. :) We both lack the motivation to do it by ourselves, but we don't want to spend the gas money to go anywhere to workout together. We're cheap, what can I say?
Now that I have explained my issues with being healthy and why I have gained the weight, let me fill you in on my brilliant plan! It plays on two parts of my problem, as well as on my friends, being cheap and not being held accountable. I wrote up a contract that my friend and I both signed. We are to work out Monday through Friday and if we miss a day we have Saturday to make up said day. If we neglect to get our workouts in, at the end of the week, we have to put a dollar in the others jar for each workout we missed. Brilliant, right? I'm most definitely being held accountable and I surely don't want to pay a dollar for not getting off my butt for 20-30 minutes. That's just ridiculous.
Anyway, here is a what our contract says. I tried to make it as legal as I could (which isn't very legal because I know nothing about contracts. Ha!).
Workout Contract
I am hoping this will work for me. Let me know if you have any good ideas that might work for me!
That being said, I have gained weight since getting married. I'm not proud of it, but I have. Dustin and I love being at home, relaxing, watching a movie or something of that nature. And we also like living in the country, which is not where we live. So staying in our little basement apartment gives us the illusion that we aren't surrounded by a bunch of people. :)
On top of this, I also lack the motivation and the accountability of not working out. I would rather sit on my butt than get up and work out. I'm lazy. And I'm a procrastinator which means I'll put off working out until its too late to work out, so then I just won't. My friend is probably just as bad at working out as I am, and I say this in the nicest way possible, but its true. :) We both lack the motivation to do it by ourselves, but we don't want to spend the gas money to go anywhere to workout together. We're cheap, what can I say?
Now that I have explained my issues with being healthy and why I have gained the weight, let me fill you in on my brilliant plan! It plays on two parts of my problem, as well as on my friends, being cheap and not being held accountable. I wrote up a contract that my friend and I both signed. We are to work out Monday through Friday and if we miss a day we have Saturday to make up said day. If we neglect to get our workouts in, at the end of the week, we have to put a dollar in the others jar for each workout we missed. Brilliant, right? I'm most definitely being held accountable and I surely don't want to pay a dollar for not getting off my butt for 20-30 minutes. That's just ridiculous.
Anyway, here is a what our contract says. I tried to make it as legal as I could (which isn't very legal because I know nothing about contracts. Ha!).
Workout Contract
We, Katharine Marshall and Tiffany Brown, enter into this contract, being of sound mind on February 4th, 2013 to help improve our health and foster a lifetime of healthy choices.
Schedule is as follows-
Monday: 20 minute workout
Tuesday: 30 minute workout
Wednesday: 20 minute workout
Thursday: 30 minute workout
Friday: 20 minute workout
Saturday: Make Up day
Sunday: Rest
Failure to meet this schedule, or the failure to make up the amount of time missed on your make up day that is Saturday, is payable to the other party in the form of one dollar ($1) put into their official workout jar.
Workout is void if,
- an affiliate fails to log their time.
- the time was not made up within the same week.
Each party is exempt of workout of the day for these reasons only, unless discussed and agreed upon by both parties.
- Sickness as serious, but no less than throwing up, fever over 99.8 degrees, or severe cough which limits breathing.
- Debilitating headaches in which working out would be miserable, if not impossible.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Mornings
When my boss asked me to open for her when she was gone on vacation, I thought to myself. Sure, that's easy enough. I am here to tell you that it's not.
The first day that I opened, I couldn't sleep. I was too stressed about not waking up on time and not being able to open the building and then having my boss hate me and causing the whole facility to crumble. Obviously it's not as drastic as I make it sound, but that's what was going through my head.
The next day was a little better. I set my alarm to "Fog Horn" and I was pretty confident that I would wake up, and I did. It was great. By 4:00, however, I was pretty much done for the day. It had already been close to 12 hours since waking up and I was tired. Not the end of the world tired, but just uncomfortably tired.
Now that it is the 4th day that I have opened since she's been gone (mind you there was Thanksgiving break during this, so it wasn't in a row, but nonetheless tiring) I am so happy she will be back tomorrow. I am pretty sure if I had to open every day that I would end up killing someone!
When I woke up, I was angry at my alarm clock. Then I was angry at Dustin, who I shouldn't be angry at just because he gets to sleep. Then I was angry at the fact that I was trying to be quiet because he was sleeping. Then it was because I was cold. Then, on the way to work I realized how hungry I was. I didn't eat dinner last night, so after the rush of getting ready at 4:45 AM, and sitting still, it all of a sudden hit me. I needed food. And guess what? That made me angry! Who get's that upset when they are hungry? I mean, I know people that get grumpy when they are hungry, but literally angry? At themselves? I thought that was pushing it.
I am just not a morning person.
End of Story.
The first day that I opened, I couldn't sleep. I was too stressed about not waking up on time and not being able to open the building and then having my boss hate me and causing the whole facility to crumble. Obviously it's not as drastic as I make it sound, but that's what was going through my head.
The next day was a little better. I set my alarm to "Fog Horn" and I was pretty confident that I would wake up, and I did. It was great. By 4:00, however, I was pretty much done for the day. It had already been close to 12 hours since waking up and I was tired. Not the end of the world tired, but just uncomfortably tired.
Now that it is the 4th day that I have opened since she's been gone (mind you there was Thanksgiving break during this, so it wasn't in a row, but nonetheless tiring) I am so happy she will be back tomorrow. I am pretty sure if I had to open every day that I would end up killing someone!
When I woke up, I was angry at my alarm clock. Then I was angry at Dustin, who I shouldn't be angry at just because he gets to sleep. Then I was angry at the fact that I was trying to be quiet because he was sleeping. Then it was because I was cold. Then, on the way to work I realized how hungry I was. I didn't eat dinner last night, so after the rush of getting ready at 4:45 AM, and sitting still, it all of a sudden hit me. I needed food. And guess what? That made me angry! Who get's that upset when they are hungry? I mean, I know people that get grumpy when they are hungry, but literally angry? At themselves? I thought that was pushing it.
I am just not a morning person.
End of Story.
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