Sunday.

30 Oct

I’m a firm believer in “work hard and play hard”, so I live my life by this. During the week I dart around from one location to the next. I go to work in the morning where I bust my bum to make sure that every client that day leaves pleased. At the end of the work day I scurry home to get stuff done around the house so that I have a home I can be proud of and enjoy all the many hours I spend within it’s walls. I even find time to squeeze in friends and family in our crazy busy schedules that rarely seem to match up. This is what I do Monday-Saturday. Thursday is another of my days off but that day is dedicated to spending time with my husband cleaning the house top to bottom and getting the rest of the necessary errands completed. The only true relaxation day that I get comes on Sunday. This day is set apart for going to church and starting off the day and week with worshipping our amazing God and being thankful for all the blessings He has given us. This renews my soul and mind, and prepares me for another week of running in thousands of different directions. After church Scott and I usually go out to eat at one of our favorite lunch time restaurants. I love this time I get with my husband. We have time to just sit and talk about all the things going on and just joke around with each other without worrying about the other stresses in our life. From there we sometimes rent a movie or just go home and lounge around. I enjoy most when we spend the afternoon or early evenings walking around the park near our house. I love walking our dog and holding hands with Scott as we stroll around in the sunshine. Gives me flash backs of being a little girl and dreaming of moments like these that would someday be in my future. Crazy to look back and remember just how excited I was to be living the life I am now. Makes me feel like I’ve really made it! In reality I have, I have an amazing man to spend the rest of my life with, God has provided an amazing home for us to feel secure in, a cute dog that adds such joy to our daily life, we never go hungry, we both have jobs that support us, a great family and friends, and we’re comfortable. It would truly be selfish to want more. Someday we pray to be blessed with children and a home of our own but for now we are so very content and blessed. Now, to get off this rabit trail and back to Sundays. [haha] We usually finish the night off with a home cooked meal and cuddling up in our bed. Scott reads the news and I prefer to cozy up with a great book. Then we fall asleep and are ready for the week that awaits us in the morning. I adore Sundays, hope you’re enjoying yours!

Sick. Tired. Bored.

18 Oct

The worst thing to mix with work is being the combination of sick, tired, and bored. I’m a fan of working. I enjoy my job because of the people I get to interact with and also the love of what I do. Creating a whole new look for someone in a 20 minute session is so invigorating . I love the rush of knowing someone will be leaving feeling 100x better than when they first walked in. I enjoy making people look and feel good about themselves! I feel like if I can be a little ray of sunshine in their otherwise lame day then I’ve done my job correctly. Sadly, on days like today I have a harder time being the sunny person that I usually try to be. When you feel so sick it’s really hard to focus on someone else and making small talk seems impossible. I’m able to overcome this but when you mix tiredness in there then you really have yourself a challenge. Luckily today is a slower day at work [hence why I’m able to blog]. It’s hard to be thankful for a slow day because it means the whole day is going to DRAGGGGGG, but when you feel like this…that’s the only way you’ll survive the day is knowing that you won’t be busting your butt with lots and lots of clients. Hopefully tomorrow I’ll wake up rested, well, and the day will be busy! Here’s to looking forward to a new day and a fresh start in the morning!

 

Written on a plane about a plane.

3 Oct

Sitting on an airplane is not an enjoyable experience. It’s not really from the fear of dropping from the clouds but because of being anxious for the destination. My idea of fun is not being smashed into a small space with a 100 or more strangers, 6 of which are screaming children. The people you’re crammed into are either smelly or cranky usually both. Don’t get me wrong I love traveling to new places and meeting new friends, I just prefer not to do it on a plane. You never have anything in common besides the fact that you were both dumb enough to pay for the same overpriced form of torture. Luckily there’s a light at the end of the tunnel knowing that soonishly(yes, I just created a word) you will arrive and an awesome adventure is probably around the corner! Your stay may be amazing and grand and be the happy ending to all you’ve endured but you’re sadly to return to the terminal in only a few days to do it all over again. You’ll have to wake up at an ungodly hour, be violated in a strip search(exaggerated), your belongings weighed and scrutinized, you’ll pray you don’t get judged for packing 8 pairs of shoes for a 4 day trip(not an exaggeration), asked for a books worth of identification(also an exaggeration), treated rudely, eat crappy airport food, eventually to be crammed again against all new cranky stinky strangers. Well, happy travels! :]

A true loss.

10 Sep

I’ve been wanting to write a blog on this subject for a few days now but haven’t found the right words to display my feelings. I still don’t have a full grasp on it but I’m willing to give it a whirl. On Tuesday, September 6th the world got a little dimmer, especially in our family. Beloved by all our dear Grandma Jean passed away. It hit us fast and hard, not at all expected. It was quick for her as well meaning less painful. We all believe that this is the way she would have preferred it. Although we’re still standing around in disbelief, wondering if we’re really in reality or if it’s just a bad dream that for some reason we can’t be shaken out of, we have to push forward. We know for a fact that she wouldn’t have wanted us sitting around crying, that’s not who she was, she was joyful and so full of life. She would want us to celebrate her! Everyone who ever met Grandma Jean could see what an amazing lady she was. She was so sweet and caring that you loved her within seconds of meeting her. Shouldn’t we all strive to live like this? Leaving an impact everywhere we go? I think so. What a legacy she lived!!! So many adventures and so many loved ones. That’s what life is about: living and loving and I believe she did both to the fullest. Our hearts feel like we’re missing a huge part to them because she just loved us all so BIG. It’s a difficult feeling of loss, but we have to hold onto the joy of knowing that we will see her again in Heaven. What an amazing family reunion that will be!

Rest in peace Grandma Jean, you are forever remembered and held close to our hearts! Until we meet again, I love you!

 

The video game war.

18 Aug

Video games and I have what you would call a love hate relationship. I love them if it involves games I enjoy and as long as it’s a group activity, I’m a fan of them. Sadly though I more hate them than like them. I hate how they suck the male gender so far into them that they don’t even know up from down and they lose the ability to talk to you while playing. You ask a question and you WILL have to ask a second and sometimes even a third time to get an answer. I don’t enjoy it. Lucky for me I have a husband who no longer plays as much as a 13 year old boy. He plays when I’m at work or if there is absolutely nothing else going on. I’m ok with that. He deserves his un-wind time just as much as I do. We just have different ways of unwinding. I like listening to music and relaxing. He just prefers video games. The thing I most hate about video games though are the war games. They put this idea of glorified war in their minds. Gives them the idea that they should all go and fight in the military and become war heros. Bleh. War is nothing like video games. You don’t get to respawn 10 seconds later and have another shot at the bad guys. One deadly shot and you’re dead for good. Scary. I think video games should be more life-like. Throw a love story in there. Maybe that would make me more interested while watching plus it would show the hardship that the woman goes through with their loved one going off to war. Show all the millions of tears shed, all the empty tissue boxes, the love letters we write, the drinks we share with our girlfriends just to be able to talk to someone about the loneliness we feel. Maybe get us some sympathy. Probably not, but it’s an idea. War is not just a joy stick, good graphics, and an xbox headset it’s a real and hard part of the world we live in. I pray I have the courage to be the support my husband needs when he becomes a real soldier, but for now I choose to be a dead beat video game military wife. No support here. ;]

Recruiting office.

3 Aug

My husband is currently at the Air Force recruiting office. I always hate to hear that he is heading there. Sends chills down my spine. I hate to think of Scott in any kind of danger and the Air Force could put him in constant danger. Although this is terrifying, I am proud of him for considering this line of work. He wants to protect me and our future family and he feels as though joining the military is going to help to ensure OUR safety even if it doesn’t ensure HIS. Somehow that brings him comfort. He’s proud to be an american and feels like he needs to do his part. In a way I feel like accepting the military lifestyle is a way of me serving as well. I’m not sure how I will react to leaving everything I know and picking up a whole other lifestyle but I know that God has His hand on these plans. If this is His will for our lives then He will provide.

“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” -Romans 8:28

Blogging.

30 Jul

Wow.

Blogging takes me WAY back. To a time when I thought I knew everything and my insight of everything would help end world hunger. Ok, maybe not that valuable but I did think I was pretty smart. I was 16 the last time I published a blog and now I’m 22. In the years I’ve been away from blogging I’ve become an adult with my own place, own food, own dog and my own husband. Along with all those amazing things comes lots and lots of responsibility and I look forward to sharing all my many adventures. Whether it’s work, walking the dog, moving to a far off place or just sitting on the couch watching my husband play call of duty[currently] I hope to just give you all a glimpse into my life so that you can  better understand me and what I am about.

Soon my husband Scott will most likely be joining the Air Force and my main point of starting this blog is to have an outlet. A place to put my emotions on the table and be able to see what I’m going through in black and white. Maybe some of you will find this interesting and that’s GREAT but my main focus is to do this for me. This will not be an easy journey but I know that God has a crazy, wonderful, mind blowing plan in store for us and I can’t wait to see what adventure lies around the corner!

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