Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Weigh-In Wednesday
Hello 21 Days Sisters!
I started my challenge yesterday- challenging myself to work out at least 30 minutes a day and to take a daily vitamin. Well, I worked out yesterday and today, woo! Today was not fun either- I did it in the evening and I find exercise to be more difficult in the evenings.
And how about my vitamins? That's the easy part of this challenge, right? WELL. I had this lovely bottle of vitamins sitting in my medicine cabinet, and when I went to go get it last night it was EXPIRED. In March! Yep, that's how long it's been, haha. Today there was tons of drama with work, so I'll make it to the store to buy some more vitamins tomorrow. So it will be 20 (19? I'm unclear about when this started?) days of vitamins. I supposed I can forgive myself.
My weight was down A LOT this week! down from 255.2 to 251.6 in less than a week (since I got home from my cruise)! I don't know if my metabolism finally decided to kick in or what! I was so shocked that I got on the scale four times to make sure it was right! Hopefully the loss will stick and I will be down even more last week! :)
I started my challenge yesterday- challenging myself to work out at least 30 minutes a day and to take a daily vitamin. Well, I worked out yesterday and today, woo! Today was not fun either- I did it in the evening and I find exercise to be more difficult in the evenings.
And how about my vitamins? That's the easy part of this challenge, right? WELL. I had this lovely bottle of vitamins sitting in my medicine cabinet, and when I went to go get it last night it was EXPIRED. In March! Yep, that's how long it's been, haha. Today there was tons of drama with work, so I'll make it to the store to buy some more vitamins tomorrow. So it will be 20 (19? I'm unclear about when this started?) days of vitamins. I supposed I can forgive myself.
My weight was down A LOT this week! down from 255.2 to 251.6 in less than a week (since I got home from my cruise)! I don't know if my metabolism finally decided to kick in or what! I was so shocked that I got on the scale four times to make sure it was right! Hopefully the loss will stick and I will be down even more last week! :)
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Twenty One
No, I'm not quite that young, though I may look it (I have a story aout that for another day). The twenty one days challenge (look at the button over there! -->)is another challenge put up by the Sisterhood of the Shrinking Jeans. These wise women say that it takes twenty one days to create habits (I've heard a few other numbers as well, but 21 sounds good), so we're challenging ourselves to commit to being healthier for twenty one days.
In this challenge, you can choose what to commit to. I've decided to commit to thirty minutes of exercise daily. BOOOOORING! I know, I know, but for real- it's good for you (unfortunately). The idea is that after 21 days you'll be all "I'm used to this! This is easy!" but I'm thinking I'm actually going to be counting down the days....
I'm also committing to taking a daily multivitamin. I know, boring again but I have a very nice, moderately expensive bottle of multivitamins sitting in my cabinet that go un-taken because their owner is muy forgetful.
So after twenty one days, I'll be more fit and full of essential vitamins and minerals, right? Something like that. I did work out today, but I don't think it technically starts until tomorrow. I'll be checking in weekly on Wednesdays and updating on my progress.
Until then...I must go unearth my vitamins.
In this challenge, you can choose what to commit to. I've decided to commit to thirty minutes of exercise daily. BOOOOORING! I know, I know, but for real- it's good for you (unfortunately). The idea is that after 21 days you'll be all "I'm used to this! This is easy!" but I'm thinking I'm actually going to be counting down the days....
I'm also committing to taking a daily multivitamin. I know, boring again but I have a very nice, moderately expensive bottle of multivitamins sitting in my cabinet that go un-taken because their owner is muy forgetful.
So after twenty one days, I'll be more fit and full of essential vitamins and minerals, right? Something like that. I did work out today, but I don't think it technically starts until tomorrow. I'll be checking in weekly on Wednesdays and updating on my progress.
Until then...I must go unearth my vitamins.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
House Party
So, this week about half of the people I follow on Twitter are in Chicago. There's a little thing called the BlogHer conference going on there, and I am sure all those people are having THE BEST TIME OF THEIR LIVES.
Yes, I am jealous. Not so much about the blogger stuff (as you can see, I'm not the world's *best* blogger), but I am jealous that all of those awesome people that I'd love to meet get to hang out with each other alllll weekend while I have to be content with reading their tweets from the comfort of my home. It is seriously a current life goal to meet some of the amazing women whose words I read every day. And all of them together at once? Must be fantastically ridiculous.
Fortunately for people like me who are home this weekend, there is BlogHer@Home. I was immediately on board for this (HELLO! GIVEAWAYS!), but wasn't sure how it was going to play out. Tonight was the first night of festivities and it was (except for the annoying spammers) amazing! A few of the ladies used their webcams to talk with and it was fun to put voices and faces with the twitter avatars. Some of my friends won the some sweet giveaways, and there are now plans of a trip to Austin to twitpic while Magda gets her ears pierced. All in all a very eventful Thursday night at home.
Okay, for real. Twitter? Webcams? Avatars? Twitpic? We sound like a bunch of freaks, but BlogHer@Home girls? I love us.
Yes, I am jealous. Not so much about the blogger stuff (as you can see, I'm not the world's *best* blogger), but I am jealous that all of those awesome people that I'd love to meet get to hang out with each other alllll weekend while I have to be content with reading their tweets from the comfort of my home. It is seriously a current life goal to meet some of the amazing women whose words I read every day. And all of them together at once? Must be fantastically ridiculous.
Fortunately for people like me who are home this weekend, there is BlogHer@Home. I was immediately on board for this (HELLO! GIVEAWAYS!), but wasn't sure how it was going to play out. Tonight was the first night of festivities and it was (except for the annoying spammers) amazing! A few of the ladies used their webcams to talk with and it was fun to put voices and faces with the twitter avatars. Some of my friends won the some sweet giveaways, and there are now plans of a trip to Austin to twitpic while Magda gets her ears pierced. All in all a very eventful Thursday night at home.
Okay, for real. Twitter? Webcams? Avatars? Twitpic? We sound like a bunch of freaks, but BlogHer@Home girls? I love us.
Monday, July 13, 2009
I Heart Faces - Pets Challenge
This is my first time to enter the "I Heart Faces" challenge, and I am entering a photo of my parents' kitten, Jack. He was about seven months old when this was taken. He is sweet as can be, but he is a MESS!
He has a really pointy face and huge ears, but is cute in his own way. Make sure and head over to iHeartFaces and check out other entries for this and other challenges!
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Wednesday's Weigh-In
Last week I lost over three pounds and helped the Peach Team be the Shrinkingest Team at The Sisterhood of The Shrinking Jeans' Summer Challenge. GO TEAM PEACH!
This week included a four day teaching workshop, where we went out to lunch each day, and a holiday weekend that included a party and a day spent relaxing poolside with some friends.
So how did I fare this week? I lost 1.4 pounds! It's not a lot (especially for my weight), but with all the extra stuff going on, I don't think it was bad. I'm slowly learning how to make healthy choices- at home and out at restaurants. I've exercised every day and really thought about the things I eat before I eat them. Look at me, I'm growing (and I'm NOT talking about my waistline)!
This week included a four day teaching workshop, where we went out to lunch each day, and a holiday weekend that included a party and a day spent relaxing poolside with some friends.
So how did I fare this week? I lost 1.4 pounds! It's not a lot (especially for my weight), but with all the extra stuff going on, I don't think it was bad. I'm slowly learning how to make healthy choices- at home and out at restaurants. I've exercised every day and really thought about the things I eat before I eat them. Look at me, I'm growing (and I'm NOT talking about my waistline)!
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
If This Happened When I was Nine, This Would Have Been My Favorite Part of the Trip
One thing you need to know about me is that I love animals. And not just puppies and kittens, but all animals (well, not snakes, but who DOES love snakes?? Crazy people, that's who). So the highlight of my trip to Yellowstone in June was all the wildlife sightings. A later post will be dedicated more to the wildlife I saw in the park, but this post is about a kind that's a little more...close to home.
Let me preface this story by saying that we stayed in an historic hotel. The Old Faithful Inn was built in 1904. It remains true to form and the rooms in the older part of the hotel (we stayed in the section that was added in 1914) don't even have private bathrooms in the rooms. You have to walk down the hall to use the restroom or take a shower. There was NO WAY I was re-living that part of college life, so I insisted on staying in the newer addition. It's really cool that the inside and outside of the hotel is made of real logs, so it's very rustic.
We stayed at this hotel for three nights, and on the third night we had a delicious late dinner at the restaurant in the hotel. Afterwards, we went up to the terrace to watch Old Faithful go off one last time before bed. Sounds blissfully peaceful, right? Really it was because this hotel DID NOT HAVE TV. At all. No television! Crazy, huh? So I had to resort to enjoying nature and crap.
My mom got to the room first, and when I walked in I heard my mom shriek about some creature moving around on the floor. Figuring it was a roach or something, I was pretty disgusted. Then I laid eyes on the fuzzy gray creature and realized that it was a mouse.
I am from Texas. We don't get mouses in our houses (or mice in our hice). We get ants, roaches and spiders in our homes, but no mice. We had a squirrel in our wall once, and that had previously been my closest encounter with the rodent kind.
My first reaction was to GET IT OUT OF MY HOTEL ROOM! But then I looked it again and the little vermin melted my heart with his itty bitty ears and shiny, beady eyes. I couldn't call the hotel staff and let them kill it. I knew we had to capture him and set him free, so we got some cheerios and a plastic cup and lured the adorable little rodent into our trap.
Cute huh? It was actually my mom who thought of the cup, so I let her claim credit for the capture.
I, on the other hand, got the honor of carrying the little mouse (who I named Chester) downstairs. In a clear plastic cup. Past fellow hotel patrons. To let him outside. I freed Chester near a nice little tree so that he might life a full and happy life, frolicking in the shade with his little mouse friends. I'm SURE he didn't get eaten by a hawk or anything.
Let me preface this story by saying that we stayed in an historic hotel. The Old Faithful Inn was built in 1904. It remains true to form and the rooms in the older part of the hotel (we stayed in the section that was added in 1914) don't even have private bathrooms in the rooms. You have to walk down the hall to use the restroom or take a shower. There was NO WAY I was re-living that part of college life, so I insisted on staying in the newer addition. It's really cool that the inside and outside of the hotel is made of real logs, so it's very rustic.
We stayed at this hotel for three nights, and on the third night we had a delicious late dinner at the restaurant in the hotel. Afterwards, we went up to the terrace to watch Old Faithful go off one last time before bed. Sounds blissfully peaceful, right? Really it was because this hotel DID NOT HAVE TV. At all. No television! Crazy, huh? So I had to resort to enjoying nature and crap.
My mom got to the room first, and when I walked in I heard my mom shriek about some creature moving around on the floor. Figuring it was a roach or something, I was pretty disgusted. Then I laid eyes on the fuzzy gray creature and realized that it was a mouse.
I am from Texas. We don't get mouses in our houses (or mice in our hice). We get ants, roaches and spiders in our homes, but no mice. We had a squirrel in our wall once, and that had previously been my closest encounter with the rodent kind.
My first reaction was to GET IT OUT OF MY HOTEL ROOM! But then I looked it again and the little vermin melted my heart with his itty bitty ears and shiny, beady eyes. I couldn't call the hotel staff and let them kill it. I knew we had to capture him and set him free, so we got some cheerios and a plastic cup and lured the adorable little rodent into our trap.
Cute huh? It was actually my mom who thought of the cup, so I let her claim credit for the capture.
I, on the other hand, got the honor of carrying the little mouse (who I named Chester) downstairs. In a clear plastic cup. Past fellow hotel patrons. To let him outside. I freed Chester near a nice little tree so that he might life a full and happy life, frolicking in the shade with his little mouse friends. I'm SURE he didn't get eaten by a hawk or anything.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Wednesday's Weigh-In
Last week I signed up to participate in the Sisterhood of the Shrinking Jeans' Shrinking Days of Summer challenge. I'm on team peach --------->
My starting weight for this challenge (and my Weight Watchers stuff in general) was 264.4, and today I am down to 261.2. This is a loss of 3.2 pounds. WOO!
That is all. Now I'm off to Chili's for dinner with a friend. What I used to get IS MORE THAN MY POINTS FOR ALL DAY. Yeah, "Guiltless Grill" here I come!
My starting weight for this challenge (and my Weight Watchers stuff in general) was 264.4, and today I am down to 261.2. This is a loss of 3.2 pounds. WOO!
That is all. Now I'm off to Chili's for dinner with a friend. What I used to get IS MORE THAN MY POINTS FOR ALL DAY. Yeah, "Guiltless Grill" here I come!
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Day One
Today I started a new (hah!) exercise regimen. After hearing TONS of people talk about the 30 Day Shred on twitter, I decided that 20 minutes a day totally sounded like my kind of exercise and joined in.
I must say. IT'S HARD. I'm proud of myself for being able to do most of it but MAN by the end I am T-I-R-E-D. Like, huffing and puffing, nobody-better-see-me-this-pathetic tired. It's not pretty, people.
BUT, I gave myself a while to cool down, drank some water, ate something and I felt terrific. So good that I later decided to go wash my car! By hand! Which I haven't done in Idontknowhowlong. If you've seen my car, you know what I'm talking about. If you haven't seen it? Good. Your eyes are better that way. I gave up on my car being cute a loooong time ago. Anyway, back to me.
I decided it would be awesome! to go wash my car in the driveway. And it was, for about 15 minutes. Then, with the sweat dripping down my face into my eyes and off my chin, I realized, "Wow! It's 101 degrees!" Then I promptly doused my head with water from the hose. That made things better.
So all in all, yes the Shred was HARD. But it felt really good to be active. I don't even mind the sore muscles I have! (We'll see how I feel about them tomorrow). I've been staying UNDER!!! my points allotment each day, so hopefully I'll see results when I weigh in this week.
On a related note...a freaking banana is two points? B.S. Other fruit that is no points = way tastier. Less filling, but still.
I must say. IT'S HARD. I'm proud of myself for being able to do most of it but MAN by the end I am T-I-R-E-D. Like, huffing and puffing, nobody-better-see-me-this-pathetic tired. It's not pretty, people.
BUT, I gave myself a while to cool down, drank some water, ate something and I felt terrific. So good that I later decided to go wash my car! By hand! Which I haven't done in Idontknowhowlong. If you've seen my car, you know what I'm talking about. If you haven't seen it? Good. Your eyes are better that way. I gave up on my car being cute a loooong time ago. Anyway, back to me.
I decided it would be awesome! to go wash my car in the driveway. And it was, for about 15 minutes. Then, with the sweat dripping down my face into my eyes and off my chin, I realized, "Wow! It's 101 degrees!" Then I promptly doused my head with water from the hose. That made things better.
So all in all, yes the Shred was HARD. But it felt really good to be active. I don't even mind the sore muscles I have! (We'll see how I feel about them tomorrow). I've been staying UNDER!!! my points allotment each day, so hopefully I'll see results when I weigh in this week.
On a related note...a freaking banana is two points? B.S. Other fruit that is no points = way tastier. Less filling, but still.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
I'm Back!
I got back from my vacation in Utah, Wyoming, Montana and Idaho on Sunday. I was gone for eight days and did NOT kill my parents, which should be noted. It was actually a nice trip (mostly), but I was very glad to come home. I have multiple posts brewing about this trip- LOTS of pictures to share and anecdotes to tell. I'm sure you will WAIT WITH BATED BREATH.
Also, I'd like to think I'm back to blogging. I haven't been at it for long and I'm already sucking at it. I don't post often because a lot of the time I feel like I don't have anything to share. Or I don't really have anyone who will read it, which is true. I like recording my thoughts to go back to later, though, so on I will go.
I started Weight Watchers yesterday! Well, really, I joined a few days before we went on vacation, which was STUPID. Who is going to diet on vacation?? So I used the time before my trip to figure out the online recording stuff and such, then began the program in full force yesterday. It's going well so far! I do have to say this. I LOVE FOOD. It sucks to have to watch what I eat. I realize that I have to do it, but seriously? Zero fun.
On a related note, I need to exercise. Unfortunately it is a MILLION DEGREES here in Texas so I am not venturing to the great outdoors for this. After hearing about it online, I decided to try the 30 Day Shred. My main reservation about it was that I wouldn't be able to DO it. I tried some clips of it last night on YouTube and I can tell it will be tough, but I'm going to do my best. I'll write tomorrow to tell you how Day One goes.
Wish me luck!
Also, I'd like to think I'm back to blogging. I haven't been at it for long and I'm already sucking at it. I don't post often because a lot of the time I feel like I don't have anything to share. Or I don't really have anyone who will read it, which is true. I like recording my thoughts to go back to later, though, so on I will go.
I started Weight Watchers yesterday! Well, really, I joined a few days before we went on vacation, which was STUPID. Who is going to diet on vacation?? So I used the time before my trip to figure out the online recording stuff and such, then began the program in full force yesterday. It's going well so far! I do have to say this. I LOVE FOOD. It sucks to have to watch what I eat. I realize that I have to do it, but seriously? Zero fun.
On a related note, I need to exercise. Unfortunately it is a MILLION DEGREES here in Texas so I am not venturing to the great outdoors for this. After hearing about it online, I decided to try the 30 Day Shred. My main reservation about it was that I wouldn't be able to DO it. I tried some clips of it last night on YouTube and I can tell it will be tough, but I'm going to do my best. I'll write tomorrow to tell you how Day One goes.
Wish me luck!
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Six by Six
I got tagged for my first meme! (I honestly have NO idea what meme stands for/means, but I know they're fun to do). I was tagged by Greis, who I am glad I have gotten to know in the past few months. Here goes!
This photo was taken at my cousin Katie's wedding two summers ago. She was marrying a very nice man from Africa and it was so cool to see his family in their traditional African dress. This is my mom and I during the reception. The wedding was in Austin, so my parents had driven up from Austin that morning to attend. It was a nice wedding and I love the photos the photographers took.
The rules of this meme:
1) Go to your photo files
2) Pick the sixth folder (open)
3) Pick the 6th photo
4) Write a story about the photo
5) Tag six people
I don't think I have even six READERS, so I'll just give an open invite to all to participate. It's fun to see what picture you'll end up with!
I'll be around more often lately...SCHOOL'S OUT!:)
This photo was taken at my cousin Katie's wedding two summers ago. She was marrying a very nice man from Africa and it was so cool to see his family in their traditional African dress. This is my mom and I during the reception. The wedding was in Austin, so my parents had driven up from Austin that morning to attend. It was a nice wedding and I love the photos the photographers took.
The rules of this meme:
1) Go to your photo files
2) Pick the sixth folder (open)
3) Pick the 6th photo
4) Write a story about the photo
5) Tag six people
I don't think I have even six READERS, so I'll just give an open invite to all to participate. It's fun to see what picture you'll end up with!
I'll be around more often lately...SCHOOL'S OUT!:)
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Flying Solo
On Friday, I'll be taking my first all-by-myself plane trip. I am flying to Minneapolis to attend my childhood best friend's baby shower. I'm really excited, but a little anxious for the trip.
I've flown many times before- LA, Denver, Orlando, New York, Atlanta, Albuquerque, and many of these multiple times, but I've never taken a plane trip solo. I graduated and got my first teaching job this time last year. I've spent the year working and earning money for myself, but I really feel like this summer will cement my status in the adult world. This summer I am flying to Minnesota on my own, flying to Miami and going on a cruise by myself for work (I know, my life is hard!), and hopefully buying a house. YIKES responsibility alert!
(It's been my plan for a while to try and buy a house this summer, and we'll see how that goes. Now that I'm more in tune with financial realities, I'm unsure of what kind of loan I'll be able to get, but keep your fingers and toes crossed for me).
Buying a house is a BIG deal, but really I'm feeling more anxious about going on these trips on my own. I have the world's WORST sense of direction and I'm nervous about finding my way in the airports and such. Also, I get car/airsick, so I don't know how I'll do on a boat. The bad part will be- who will take care of me if I do get sick? No mom, no friends, no boyfriend to take care of me in case I need them. I'll have to rely on myself and the kindness of strangers. AHHH!! LACK OF CONTROL!! Scary stuff.
This will be a big and busy summer for me. I'm taking my first (or maybe second or third but it's a significant one nonetheless) step toward adulthood independence with my trip to Minnesota this coming weekend. If I don't get lost or end up on the wrong flight, it'll be I can practically do Anything! Look out world! And also, look out person-who-has-to-sit-next-to-me-on-the-plane. I might just be having an anxiety attack.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Stressed
Man oh man. The stress? I'm feeling it these days. We have two more weeks of school and LOTS to do in that short period of time. Also, we're now looking toward next year and it looks like it's going to be different. We will have a (much needed) new team leader, and she's looking to jumble us all around. My team this year may be a tad dysfunctional, but still, we look out for each other. None of us are happy about being moved without our consent/approval/whatnot. Just annoying. And I'm NOT a fan of change, so I currently am living in Anxiety City.
This is a three day weekend, but with so much left to do, I'm having trouble relaxing and enjoying it.
Oh, but I almost forgot. I teach third grade, as you know, and I like to attend some of my students' extracurricular events when I can. Last night, David had a ballroom dancing match. Yes, you read that correctly; my nine year old football-and-baseball-playing male student does BALLROOM DANCING. And boy, was it adorable. He and his little sister did the cha cha together, and then he did some dances with his instructor. It was the single cutest thing I have ever seen. You people with children: make your kids take ballroom dancing lessons. You will not be disappointed.
Okay, so this was a short, scattered post, but that's kind of how my mind is these days. Hopefully everything will settle down soon. In the meantime, I'm going to go read a book in a hot bath...sounds like the perfect antidote to a stressful few days!
This is a three day weekend, but with so much left to do, I'm having trouble relaxing and enjoying it.
Oh, but I almost forgot. I teach third grade, as you know, and I like to attend some of my students' extracurricular events when I can. Last night, David had a ballroom dancing match. Yes, you read that correctly; my nine year old football-and-baseball-playing male student does BALLROOM DANCING. And boy, was it adorable. He and his little sister did the cha cha together, and then he did some dances with his instructor. It was the single cutest thing I have ever seen. You people with children: make your kids take ballroom dancing lessons. You will not be disappointed.
Okay, so this was a short, scattered post, but that's kind of how my mind is these days. Hopefully everything will settle down soon. In the meantime, I'm going to go read a book in a hot bath...sounds like the perfect antidote to a stressful few days!
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Countdown
My first year as a teacher will conclude in three weeks. Three short weeks including a Monday off for Memorial Day, a Friday that I'll be in Minnesota for a friend's baby shower and a half day on the last day of school. I'm thrilled. And why shouldn't I be?
Well, sometimes I start panicking...have I prepared my students well enough? I will be the first to tell you that I did not have it all together like I wanted this year. Stations and guided reading were inconsistent. Writing could have been better. I could have done a few fun things in social studies that I never got to. All of my kids passed the state standardized reading test. They know their stuff, but I could have always done more.
I'm sure this is a "I'm a first-year teacher and I'm not so jaded yet" type of thing, but I'm already starting to miss my kids. Yes, they give me fits sometimes, but overall, they're awesome. How lucky am I that I got to be a big part of these little people's lives this year? I know their brothers, sisters, pets, hobbies, dreams, nightmares, favorite foods, best friends, and favorite colors. I have been very blessed to be able to know these little people and to help shape their lives. Come June 5th, they'll be gone and I won't be able to remind them to use an apostrophe if a word is possessive or how to politely ask for something they want. I'll have to trust that I have taught them and now they know.
I am a perfectionist and always think about how I could have done something better. I will always feel like I could have done more. I got to know and love forty third graders this year and I just pray that I have done right by my kids. I will try and enjoy these next few weeks because my kids don't get to be my kids for much longer.
Well, sometimes I start panicking...have I prepared my students well enough? I will be the first to tell you that I did not have it all together like I wanted this year. Stations and guided reading were inconsistent. Writing could have been better. I could have done a few fun things in social studies that I never got to. All of my kids passed the state standardized reading test. They know their stuff, but I could have always done more.
I'm sure this is a "I'm a first-year teacher and I'm not so jaded yet" type of thing, but I'm already starting to miss my kids. Yes, they give me fits sometimes, but overall, they're awesome. How lucky am I that I got to be a big part of these little people's lives this year? I know their brothers, sisters, pets, hobbies, dreams, nightmares, favorite foods, best friends, and favorite colors. I have been very blessed to be able to know these little people and to help shape their lives. Come June 5th, they'll be gone and I won't be able to remind them to use an apostrophe if a word is possessive or how to politely ask for something they want. I'll have to trust that I have taught them and now they know.
I am a perfectionist and always think about how I could have done something better. I will always feel like I could have done more. I got to know and love forty third graders this year and I just pray that I have done right by my kids. I will try and enjoy these next few weeks because my kids don't get to be my kids for much longer.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Walk
I've written before about Mike and Heather's beautiful Maddie, who passed away unexpectedly a little over a month ago. Maddie was just 17 months old and was lost far too soon.
After her passing, teams for the upcoming March of Dimes March for Babies walks came up all over the country in honor of Maddie. Houston had a team organized by Greis. I quickly signed up, only to later discover that I had a prior commitment that I could not get out of - I was not going to be able to walk with the Houston Maddie Team.
I had already raised some money for the March of Dimes thanks to generous donations from friends, so I was determined to meet my goal. I may not have been able to March for Maddie downtown, but I wanted to support the March of Dimes. I decided I would go on my own walk in honor of Maddie.
That Sunday afternoon, after Greis, Natalie and the rest of the Houston team had finished their walk downtown, I set out on a three mile walk at my local park.
During my walk, I thought about and prayed for the Spohrs. I reflected on what I had learned from Heather, Mike and Maddie... I want to live each day fully, like Maddie did. During my walk, I saw many things that reminded me of the beautiful girl with the bright eyes. Purple, the March of Dimes color, and the color chosen by the Spohrs to honor Maddie, popped up in unexpected places.
(forgive the awful quality- it was taken with my iPhone)
I also spotted a rock in the shape of a heart, that reminded my reason for doing all of this: Heather and Mike's love for their girl, my love for Maddie and the Spohrs, and Maddie's love for life.
Man, it was hot in Houston that Sunday, but it meant a lot to me to walk to remember and honor Maddie. I had a good reason to get this hot and sweaty!
I'm a few weeks late posting this, but the sentiments remain the same. My heart aches for Heather and Mike's loss. My heart smiles with the memories of the little girl with the bright eyes.
Remembering Maddie. xoxo
After her passing, teams for the upcoming March of Dimes March for Babies walks came up all over the country in honor of Maddie. Houston had a team organized by Greis. I quickly signed up, only to later discover that I had a prior commitment that I could not get out of - I was not going to be able to walk with the Houston Maddie Team.
I had already raised some money for the March of Dimes thanks to generous donations from friends, so I was determined to meet my goal. I may not have been able to March for Maddie downtown, but I wanted to support the March of Dimes. I decided I would go on my own walk in honor of Maddie.
That Sunday afternoon, after Greis, Natalie and the rest of the Houston team had finished their walk downtown, I set out on a three mile walk at my local park.
During my walk, I thought about and prayed for the Spohrs. I reflected on what I had learned from Heather, Mike and Maddie... I want to live each day fully, like Maddie did. During my walk, I saw many things that reminded me of the beautiful girl with the bright eyes. Purple, the March of Dimes color, and the color chosen by the Spohrs to honor Maddie, popped up in unexpected places.
(forgive the awful quality- it was taken with my iPhone)
I also spotted a rock in the shape of a heart, that reminded my reason for doing all of this: Heather and Mike's love for their girl, my love for Maddie and the Spohrs, and Maddie's love for life.
Man, it was hot in Houston that Sunday, but it meant a lot to me to walk to remember and honor Maddie. I had a good reason to get this hot and sweaty!
I'm a few weeks late posting this, but the sentiments remain the same. My heart aches for Heather and Mike's loss. My heart smiles with the memories of the little girl with the bright eyes.
Remembering Maddie. xoxo
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Miss you!
Oh, blog. I haven't had you very long, but alas, I am already neglecting you.
I will be writing more soon. It was on my to-do list today, but I didn't get to-do it. I was too busy writing lesson plans, shopping and catching up with some friends. BUT, on the bright side, this is my birthday week! My birthday is on Wednesday and it will be the first birthday of my life that I have to work. Fortunately, my "co-workers" are cute 9 year olds that are more excited about my birthday than I am!
I need to blog about my Walk for Maddie. About the discovery of new good friends at work. About the cool cactus in my yard (seriously). And soon, about life as a 23 year old.
Stay tuned, internet.
I will be writing more soon. It was on my to-do list today, but I didn't get to-do it. I was too busy writing lesson plans, shopping and catching up with some friends. BUT, on the bright side, this is my birthday week! My birthday is on Wednesday and it will be the first birthday of my life that I have to work. Fortunately, my "co-workers" are cute 9 year olds that are more excited about my birthday than I am!
I need to blog about my Walk for Maddie. About the discovery of new good friends at work. About the cool cactus in my yard (seriously). And soon, about life as a 23 year old.
Stay tuned, internet.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
My Boys
I teach third grade, and in my class I have eleven boys and eight girls. Some teachers can't stand boys - they're wild, gross, silly and inattentive. I have always loved working with little boys because they're wild, silly, gross, and excited about whatever they're doing. When I was younger, my favorite families to babysit for each had two boys.
I have mostly boys in my class, and while I won't say that they are not a handful, I love them. I have bossy boys, talkative boys, athletic boys, musical boys, silly boys, brash boys and wimpy boys. My boys don't always get along, but when they do, they make me proud. We've all worked hard to create harmony among my boys and that peace is a fragile thing.
I have one boy, David* who tends to be a bit of a bully. He is incredibly smart and sometimes uses that against others. He can be very funny and does have a promising desire to succeed. He is sometimes very mean to his fellow classmates, but he and I have bonded through a common love for animals. I get daily updates on how his dog is doing.
A few months go, we got an aquarium for our classroom. Our first two fish (Navvy and Gator) were named after out school mascot, the Navigator. David was thrilled. One week when he had had great behavior, he got to be our class ichthyologist. He loved feeding and caring for our fishy friends.
Last week I noticed that one of our fish's tail was faded and pale. I told our ichthyologist for the week to go observe him to see how he was doing. After hearing that one of the fish might be sick, David immediately dropped his backpack and ran to the back counter where our aquarium resides. On his way there, he said "What? I gotta check on them. Man, Navvy and Gator - they my boys!"
No, I can't say I'm proud of his brand of English there, but it was hilarious. At least SOMEONE is his "boy," even if it is a tiny fish.
I have mostly boys in my class, and while I won't say that they are not a handful, I love them. I have bossy boys, talkative boys, athletic boys, musical boys, silly boys, brash boys and wimpy boys. My boys don't always get along, but when they do, they make me proud. We've all worked hard to create harmony among my boys and that peace is a fragile thing.
I have one boy, David* who tends to be a bit of a bully. He is incredibly smart and sometimes uses that against others. He can be very funny and does have a promising desire to succeed. He is sometimes very mean to his fellow classmates, but he and I have bonded through a common love for animals. I get daily updates on how his dog is doing.
A few months go, we got an aquarium for our classroom. Our first two fish (Navvy and Gator) were named after out school mascot, the Navigator. David was thrilled. One week when he had had great behavior, he got to be our class ichthyologist. He loved feeding and caring for our fishy friends.
Last week I noticed that one of our fish's tail was faded and pale. I told our ichthyologist for the week to go observe him to see how he was doing. After hearing that one of the fish might be sick, David immediately dropped his backpack and ran to the back counter where our aquarium resides. On his way there, he said "What? I gotta check on them. Man, Navvy and Gator - they my boys!"
No, I can't say I'm proud of his brand of English there, but it was hilarious. At least SOMEONE is his "boy," even if it is a tiny fish.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Thwack!
This morning was a terrible morning. It was a no-good, awful, horrible start to my day. What was so tortuous, you may ask? Well, I'd be GLAD to tell you.
Set the scene. It's 1:00am. I'm sound asleep, dreaming, when I awaken to the sound of cats fighting. We have a cat that lives outside, and this happens from time to time, so I ignored it. The awful noise sounded a few more times followed by a long, groaning moan. Concerned, I rush downstairs and turn on the porch light to see two strange cats having some sort of showdown on the patio. They run off when I bang on the door so I go outside to check on Suzie the outside cat, who has survived unscathed. I stick around for a few minutes to make sure those rapscallions don't return, then retreat indoors to down some nyquil and go back to bed.
6:30am. Alarm, snooze. 6:45am. Alarm, snooze. 7:18. CRAP. Yes, I woke up at 7:18. And I normally leave for work at 7:15. I rush to get dressed, go to get a Diet Dr. Pepper to drink on my way to work (healthy, I know!) and I had forgotten to put them in the fridge the night before. Mmm, warm soda. This morning keeps getting better.
I hop in my car with my makeup in my bag, to be applied at my desk, and race to get to work before 7:40. See, we are supposed to be at work at 7:40. I'm normally there on time. I'm normally EARLY, but not today. Here's the kicker: I'm "teacher of the month" this month, so I have a fancy schmancy parking spot at the front of the school. In front of the office. Where my boss resides. So when I'm late, I get to walk by the front office on my way in. Not exactly "teacher of the month" behavior.
I ended up getting there at 7:42 so my walk of shame was only a tiny bit shameful, but I was still frazzled from my late start. I was grouchy at our third grade team meeting and crabby with my kids when they first came in. Grouch grouch. Whine whine. Crab crab. I did NOT want to be at school today.
About a half an hour into class, one of my friends that teaches first grade sent a student to "think it out" in my room. Apparently she had been throwing a fit in her classroom so she got to come reflect on that in my room. I let her sit there for a while, but before I let her go back to her class, I wanted to talk her through her thoughts. I asked her why it was that she needed to come think it out in my room:
"I just didn't want to be at school today."
Hmm, sound familiar? We talked about how much attitude affects our day and the days of those around us. Also about how sometimes we have to do things we don't want to do. I gave her permission to go back to her class and she went on her way. I was left thinking about what I had learned from our conversation. I adjusted my attitude and had a better day.
Thank you universe for a big figurative thwack in the back of the head courtesy of a pouting little six year old girl.
Set the scene. It's 1:00am. I'm sound asleep, dreaming, when I awaken to the sound of cats fighting. We have a cat that lives outside, and this happens from time to time, so I ignored it. The awful noise sounded a few more times followed by a long, groaning moan. Concerned, I rush downstairs and turn on the porch light to see two strange cats having some sort of showdown on the patio. They run off when I bang on the door so I go outside to check on Suzie the outside cat, who has survived unscathed. I stick around for a few minutes to make sure those rapscallions don't return, then retreat indoors to down some nyquil and go back to bed.
6:30am. Alarm, snooze. 6:45am. Alarm, snooze. 7:18. CRAP. Yes, I woke up at 7:18. And I normally leave for work at 7:15. I rush to get dressed, go to get a Diet Dr. Pepper to drink on my way to work (healthy, I know!) and I had forgotten to put them in the fridge the night before. Mmm, warm soda. This morning keeps getting better.
I hop in my car with my makeup in my bag, to be applied at my desk, and race to get to work before 7:40. See, we are supposed to be at work at 7:40. I'm normally there on time. I'm normally EARLY, but not today. Here's the kicker: I'm "teacher of the month" this month, so I have a fancy schmancy parking spot at the front of the school. In front of the office. Where my boss resides. So when I'm late, I get to walk by the front office on my way in. Not exactly "teacher of the month" behavior.
I ended up getting there at 7:42 so my walk of shame was only a tiny bit shameful, but I was still frazzled from my late start. I was grouchy at our third grade team meeting and crabby with my kids when they first came in. Grouch grouch. Whine whine. Crab crab. I did NOT want to be at school today.
About a half an hour into class, one of my friends that teaches first grade sent a student to "think it out" in my room. Apparently she had been throwing a fit in her classroom so she got to come reflect on that in my room. I let her sit there for a while, but before I let her go back to her class, I wanted to talk her through her thoughts. I asked her why it was that she needed to come think it out in my room:
"I just didn't want to be at school today."
Hmm, sound familiar? We talked about how much attitude affects our day and the days of those around us. Also about how sometimes we have to do things we don't want to do. I gave her permission to go back to her class and she went on her way. I was left thinking about what I had learned from our conversation. I adjusted my attitude and had a better day.
Thank you universe for a big figurative thwack in the back of the head courtesy of a pouting little six year old girl.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Calvin
Internet, meet Calvin. He is pleased to meet you.
Calvin is my three year old giant grumpy cat. To put it more nicely, he "has lots of personality." He fairly often chooses to express his "personality" with his claws and teeth.
Calvin often expresses displeasure with people petting him, talking to him, picking him up and *gasp* sitting on the same piece of furniture as him. He is a cat that is not afraid to play favorites. To Calvin, I am not Amy, I am HIS PERSON.
I got Calvin at the end of my sophomore year of college as a gift from my childhood best friend, Michelle. She knew I was looking to get a kitten and decided that she was going to get me one for my birthday that May. One afternoon, Michelle called saying that she saw an ad in her college's newspaper (Texas A&M, about an hour and a half away from my college, UT) for FREE KITTENS. I drove down that very evening. Calvin came back to Austin with me in a cardboard box made into a carrier and the rest was history. BFF 4 Lyfe.
At this time, I was in the process of moving from an apartment with three roommates to an apartment with zero roommates. This process was expedited by my procurement of the world's cutest creature. To which my roommate was allergic. Yes, this is a longer, more painful story than I am caring to record here right now. Perhaps for another day. But yes, I did move to my new apartment THAT NIGHT. And, yes, I slept on the floor. But I had MY OWN kitten!
So for my last two years of college, it was just Calvin and me in the apartment. More than I'd like, it was just Calvin because I had Very Important College Things to do, like study. And get drunk. Calvin was always so sweet to me, though, and would follow me from room to room. He spent many an hour sleeping by my feet while I was on my computer, and sometimes he had to get creative about how to stay warm.
Here are some other pictures of Calvin as a baby that are just too adorable NOT to post:
(This was before I went Mac).And then there was the time that Calvin either tried to off the computer or himself. I'm not sure which.
The point is, now that I'm living with people again, it has become very obvious how fiercely Calvin loves me. He is always by my side and sits on me almost exclusively. He sleeps on my bed and races to see me when I get home from work. He may be a grump, but he is MY grump.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
So Sweet
Just a quick post... I'm having a hard time finding the energy/inspiration to post during the week! One of my students said the sweetest thing today, though, and I had to share.
Kayla* is one of my students. She has struggled with reading, so she has been in after-school tutoring, recess tutoring, specialized reading programs...the works. She's made a lot of progress this year, but I'm keeping her in these programs so we can see even more growth. She's a hard worker and a sweet girl.
Today, the kids' prompt for writing was, "Write about a time that someone was kind to you." (Our life principle of the week is kindness). I have the kids write, then I call on a few lucky ones to come sit in the author's chair and share with the class. Kayla got to share today. In her story, she was talking about another boy in the class, James*. He had been in tutoring with Kayla earlier in the year, but tested out a month or so ago.. Kayla said:
"James was my tutoring buddy. I still have friends in tutoring, but it's different now. When James was in tutoring, the room just popped! I miss having him there."
Seriously, nine year old? Did you just describe something as abstract as the emotion and aura a person brings to a setting?? I was amazed and my eyes filled with tears. It makes me so proud when my babies are supportive of each other. I love those darn kids.
*The names of my students have been changed to protect their identities.
Kayla* is one of my students. She has struggled with reading, so she has been in after-school tutoring, recess tutoring, specialized reading programs...the works. She's made a lot of progress this year, but I'm keeping her in these programs so we can see even more growth. She's a hard worker and a sweet girl.
Today, the kids' prompt for writing was, "Write about a time that someone was kind to you." (Our life principle of the week is kindness). I have the kids write, then I call on a few lucky ones to come sit in the author's chair and share with the class. Kayla got to share today. In her story, she was talking about another boy in the class, James*. He had been in tutoring with Kayla earlier in the year, but tested out a month or so ago.. Kayla said:
"James was my tutoring buddy. I still have friends in tutoring, but it's different now. When James was in tutoring, the room just popped! I miss having him there."
Seriously, nine year old? Did you just describe something as abstract as the emotion and aura a person brings to a setting?? I was amazed and my eyes filled with tears. It makes me so proud when my babies are supportive of each other. I love those darn kids.
*The names of my students have been changed to protect their identities.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
The Price of Beauty
I was out shopping around yesterday and was feeling guilty as I passed my favorite nail salon. Suddenly, I could FEEL how bushy my eyebrows had become. It had been months since my last wax. I love the feeling AFTER having my nails/brows/hair done, but I hate the process. All the socially required idle chatter with the person I don't know/can't understand/don't really care to know. Go ahead, call me a snob, but you know you hate it too. Somewhere deep down inside, your inner hermit hates talking about your hairdresser's daughter's prom dress as much as I do.
And did I mention the JUDGEMENT that occurs at one of these appointments? Oh my! I have gray hairs!!! At the age of...how old am I???? Yes, woman, I am twenty two. I have gray hair. Believe me, it sucks, I get it. Also, I have sucky nails. And don't get them started on my dry knuckles. How I have lived to the age of twenty two with such terrible hair and nails, no one will ever know.
So I bit the bullet and went in. The first thing they want you to do is sign in and write down what "service" you are having done that day. I hate this part because, secret: whenever I have my brows waxed, I get my upper lip done too. Glamorous, I know. I realize that a lot of other women have to have this done as well (and a couple handfulls more SHOULD have this done) but that doesn't mean that I want to write it down. On a PUBLIC paper for everyone else to read! So I just write "brow wax." (As I'm re-reading this, I notice that I don't mind publishing this on my blog for everyone to read...funny how that works out).
After waiting for a few minutes, I get called back to the back room where they have the wax pots. I kindly ask the woman to do my brows ("I know they're just atrocious, embarassed giggle") and please also do my upper lip. After a few painful rips and snide comments ("Who did your eyebrows last?? They're so uneven.") she says the most hilarious and horrifying things I had heard in a dew days.
"Hmm, you want me to do your chin too? I see some hair down there." ...WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY TO THAT?? I can't say, "No, I like my chin hairy - I keep it like that on purpose," so, what the hell, the lady waxes my chin. In my defense, I come from a long line of hairy people - my mother before me and her mother before her. I'm pretty sure when my mom found out she was having a girl, she prayed each night that I would inherit someone else's genes for body hair. The cards were stacked against me from the start.
After all the ripping and tearing at my whole face, the lovely waxologist finally lets me out the door, but not before she can comment on how dry!! my!! skin!! is!!! I end up paying twenty five bucks to be ripped apart and insulted. In the end, I take the woman's card and tell her I'll be back in three weeks, because if I don't return soon, who else would I find to knock down my ballooning self-esteem? I guess I'd have to get a personal trainer.
And did I mention the JUDGEMENT that occurs at one of these appointments? Oh my! I have gray hairs!!! At the age of...how old am I???? Yes, woman, I am twenty two. I have gray hair. Believe me, it sucks, I get it. Also, I have sucky nails. And don't get them started on my dry knuckles. How I have lived to the age of twenty two with such terrible hair and nails, no one will ever know.
So I bit the bullet and went in. The first thing they want you to do is sign in and write down what "service" you are having done that day. I hate this part because, secret: whenever I have my brows waxed, I get my upper lip done too. Glamorous, I know. I realize that a lot of other women have to have this done as well (and a couple handfulls more SHOULD have this done) but that doesn't mean that I want to write it down. On a PUBLIC paper for everyone else to read! So I just write "brow wax." (As I'm re-reading this, I notice that I don't mind publishing this on my blog for everyone to read...funny how that works out).
After waiting for a few minutes, I get called back to the back room where they have the wax pots. I kindly ask the woman to do my brows ("I know they're just atrocious, embarassed giggle") and please also do my upper lip. After a few painful rips and snide comments ("Who did your eyebrows last?? They're so uneven.") she says the most hilarious and horrifying things I had heard in a dew days.
"Hmm, you want me to do your chin too? I see some hair down there." ...WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY TO THAT?? I can't say, "No, I like my chin hairy - I keep it like that on purpose," so, what the hell, the lady waxes my chin. In my defense, I come from a long line of hairy people - my mother before me and her mother before her. I'm pretty sure when my mom found out she was having a girl, she prayed each night that I would inherit someone else's genes for body hair. The cards were stacked against me from the start.
After all the ripping and tearing at my whole face, the lovely waxologist finally lets me out the door, but not before she can comment on how dry!! my!! skin!! is!!! I end up paying twenty five bucks to be ripped apart and insulted. In the end, I take the woman's card and tell her I'll be back in three weeks, because if I don't return soon, who else would I find to knock down my ballooning self-esteem? I guess I'd have to get a personal trainer.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Angel
Earlier this week, the world became a little darker. Seventeen month old Madeline Alice Spohr passed away. Maddie is the precious daughter of Heather Spohr of The Spohrs are Multiplying. She was born premature and had breathing issues her whole life; because of this, little Maddie logged in more hospital visits than any baby should have to. Regardless of her health issues, Maddie was a child that was full of life. She had big, bright eyes and a grand personality to go along with them. The world mourns for the lovely person lost on April 7, 2009.
I never had the joy of meeting little Maddie, and have only spoken to her mom online, but I feel like I knew Maddie through Heather's blog. She was kind enough to share Maddie with the world and through her beautiful pictures and words, I came to love the sweet little girl. I almost feel guilty mourning the loss of this child. She wasn't mine - I never even "really" knew her. Why should I have the right to feel sad? But that's the beauty of Maddie. So many people grew to love her through this silly thing we call the internet.
The response to Maddie's death has been tremendous. Over twenty thousand dollars have been raised through Heather Spohr's March of Dimes page and many more people have been inspired to walk in their city's March for Babies. I will be walking on April 26th in Houston in remembrance of Maddie. Please donate to the March of Dimes so that one day, all babies will be born healthy and no more families will have to mourn the loss of their lovely child.
I'll miss you, little Maddie but I know up in Heaven smiling your toothy grin over how much good is being done in your name.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Stepping Out into the World
Why, hello there.
I have been an active reader of blogs since last summer. I was in limbo, stuck between college graduation and that great thing called My First Job. So what did I do? Spend hours. And hours. And hours online, basking in my boredom. I don't even remember how it first happened, but I ended up on Dooce and I was sucked in. From there, I saw links to other bloggers, who linked to other bloggers and so I read forever and ever amen. Do you have a blog? I probably read it in the wee hours of July 2008. Twice.
"But Amy, why would you have all of this time on your hands? You seem so smart, beautiful and fun!" Oh, please, stop! I'm blushing. Well, you see, I had just moved back home to the lovely suburbs of Houston. Before, I was living the rock-and-roll lifestyle in Austin, TX while attending the University of Texas (and by "rock and roll lifestyle" I mean student teaching, hanging out with ed major friends and my cat, Calvin). As much as I loved Austin, I just couldn't see myself living there forever. While in Austin, I often longed to be near my childhood home, so I decided to move back. I loved seeing my parents more seeing familiar faces around me, but one problem? Approximately 2.7 twenty somethings live in a five mile radius of my home. So yeah, I had a lot of free time.
Since then, I've met more people and kept much busier, but I've still enjoyed following the lives of some lovely people online (see the links on the right). It seems a little weird, to know so much about these people; to care about their welfare and the welfare of their loved ones, but that's what happens, I guess. I was always a reader, an occasional commenter and recently, a twitter follower. (Oy, twitter is fantastic, but more on that at another time). Recently, I've felt a little tug on me to create one of these blogs for myself. Maybe people would even read it! And comment! And know what kind of food MY cat likes best!
So here we go. Blogworld, I am Amy and these are my thoughts. Please be kind.
I have been an active reader of blogs since last summer. I was in limbo, stuck between college graduation and that great thing called My First Job. So what did I do? Spend hours. And hours. And hours online, basking in my boredom. I don't even remember how it first happened, but I ended up on Dooce and I was sucked in. From there, I saw links to other bloggers, who linked to other bloggers and so I read forever and ever amen. Do you have a blog? I probably read it in the wee hours of July 2008. Twice.
"But Amy, why would you have all of this time on your hands? You seem so smart, beautiful and fun!" Oh, please, stop! I'm blushing. Well, you see, I had just moved back home to the lovely suburbs of Houston. Before, I was living the rock-and-roll lifestyle in Austin, TX while attending the University of Texas (and by "rock and roll lifestyle" I mean student teaching, hanging out with ed major friends and my cat, Calvin). As much as I loved Austin, I just couldn't see myself living there forever. While in Austin, I often longed to be near my childhood home, so I decided to move back. I loved seeing my parents more seeing familiar faces around me, but one problem? Approximately 2.7 twenty somethings live in a five mile radius of my home. So yeah, I had a lot of free time.
Since then, I've met more people and kept much busier, but I've still enjoyed following the lives of some lovely people online (see the links on the right). It seems a little weird, to know so much about these people; to care about their welfare and the welfare of their loved ones, but that's what happens, I guess. I was always a reader, an occasional commenter and recently, a twitter follower. (Oy, twitter is fantastic, but more on that at another time). Recently, I've felt a little tug on me to create one of these blogs for myself. Maybe people would even read it! And comment! And know what kind of food MY cat likes best!
So here we go. Blogworld, I am Amy and these are my thoughts. Please be kind.
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