these are the things

Sad thing:

Last night our flag football team, Hammer Time, was devoured by the Chico Chavets. 

"Man you guys got spanked," as Ty liked put it. {with extra emphasis on that last word}

The score was like 30something to 0, but really who's counting?

We were just this close [ ] to the championships.

Stressful thing:

Midterms. 'Nuff said.

Weird thing:

House smells. Or apartment smells, rather. Just ask Ty...I came home literally green the other night after having to visit some people in our complex. Just one breath of that warm, stale, been cookin' for three days and never open a window, dirty laundry, college student kind of smell can make you dry heave. {Someone puhleeeze tell me if my house smell is bad. Really, if you care about your friends, you tell them stuff like that.}

Scary thing:

Getting closer to graduation. Sometimes I just want to throw a tantrum and pound my feet on the floor and say "but what if we're not ready to grow up yet?!"

 But I don't. Most of the time I keep my composure.

Most of the time.

Annoying thing:

Doing homework with noise.
I pour myself a diet pepsi. I sit down to do homework. I hear: washer throwing itself through the closet, dishwasher that sounds like it might blow, sports center, tv of neighbors below us, tv of neighbors across from us, the little sound effects of Angry Birds, my conscience telling me not to look in the back of the book for the answers, and so on and so forth. What I wouldn't give for an hour of silence this week.

Thing I realized:

That all of these things that could literally send me to the crazy house sometimes are the same exact things I know I will look back on fondly someday.

 And definitely the things we will giggle over when telling our children about how we started out. And things we probably won't be sad to leave behind, but we might have a moment or two of longing when we are in the reminiscing type of mood.

Those things.

The things I care about, but won't admit. Not yet anyway.

Life with you makes perfect sense

Dear husband,

 This week has been a little blegghghhh. A lot like that actually. I hate weeks like this. They are tiring and stressful and hard...you know, the kind when you forget to breathe 'cause you're so dang busy? That's how I feel right now. Just a tad overwhelmed.

Anyway, I promise to do a little better.  

And I just wanted to tell you that I love you....and that I fall in love all over again every time I look at you. I don't know where I would be without you here with me. Life with you makes perfect sense. Wow, I think I am quoting this directly from the Tim McGraw song that I am listening to right now. But it's quite possible that he is reading my mind or something, because that is truly how I feel. Also, sometimes you have to steal other people's lovey words when you're tired.

But these words are mine:

I wanted to tell you thanks for being my rock. And how much I appreciate you wiping my silly tears away. And for making us grilled cheese sandwiches for late night dinners and tickling my back till I fall asleep. And that I couldn't live without you. 

And that you're my best friend. ♥

That's all.

xoxo,

Me.

You musn't be afraid...

Sometimes I wonder if this old blog is still surviving.

'Cause I hardly am...

Sad thing is, no one reads it anymore. 

And why would they, because all of the posts are lame and pictureless and whiny.

Just like all of the books I am reading for school right now.

Lame. Pictureless. Whiny.

Tell ya what, I don't know how people do it...

this college thing is

kickin. my. butt.

I have this dream where I sit home and make beautiful things and have beautiful children who never get dirty and Ty makes millions of dollars and I just pin and blog until my little heart is content. And I have perfect lesson plans for my AP Senior English class and they all get A's and they can't wait to come to class each day. Oh, also all of my best friends live in the same town as me and there is a never ending supply of Diet Pepsi and dinner just makes itself each night.

Except, I hardly even have time to dream that at the moment because it would appear that intransitive verbs and post-modern novels and lesson plans and writing columns are currently occupying every ounce of my being.

Anyway.

Someone please shut me up because this is depressing.

But this here quote is not. 'Cause it kind of ties back into my dream thing from before.

In fact, it's rather cheery.
Also, kind of reminds me of something my mother would say. And something I need to hear this week. I think I will hang it in my house someday.

Don'tcha think? ♥