Showing posts with label About Me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label About Me. Show all posts

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Get the Pictures

I do what I can to get the picture. Sammie and Charleah like to make fun of me for it, but at least Charleah got the pictures she wanted without ruining her dress.

In this case I had straddled a bridge and was holding on with my leg. 

Sammie documented this to make fun of me. I think it is mostly to show how awesome I am. 



Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Needles

"The Texas Department of State Health Services will be available to administer the flu vaccine to all NISD employees and their families Monday, September 20, from 2:30 to 5:30 p.m. "

The first time I read this email two weeks ago, I freaked out. I could feel my face getting warm and my stomach start to church almost immediately. If they had told me I would have to get a shot to teach, I might have seriously considered it.

As soon as I could calm myself down, I ran into my teach teacher/mentor's room and asked her if we were required to get a flu shot. She assured me that it was not required. Hopefully they don't change their mind. Because I might just freak out.

Last time I got a shot, I fainted. Literally. I was 16 and I was getting my tetnus shot. I always tell myself that I won't watch. When it comes down to it though, I can't tear my eyes away. I watched the needle go in and then come out. Then I turned to my dad sitting next to me and fainted.

So no, I don't think I will be getting the shot. I'll need someone there with me and it is a long drive.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Tired

This is how you know I am extremely tired. Not "it's the middle of the day I want nap" tired.

1. I am a little mean to you.

2. My words don't make sense.

For example, we went to Sonic tonight. I told Chris that I wanted a Reese's Sub. Instead of a Reese's Blast. I also wrote earlier that I put a blog on my button. Instead of a button on my blog.

And that is why I go to bed by 10pm every night. Because if I don't, I just sound silly.

"For like a minute!..."

**Look I added a blog to my button!**--------------------->

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Sleep

I love my sleep. And I make sure that I get it. And I hate being tired. Like, I loathe the feeling.

I have to wake up at 6am every morning. I know that there are some people who have to wake up earlier, but I haven't woken up that early consistently since early morning seminary in high school. The past 6 years, the earliest thing I had was an 8am class or work at 8am. So I woke up at 7:20.

But now, its 6am. Surprisingly I am not extremely tired throughout the day, without a nap! But I attribute that to one thing.

I am in bed by 10pm. Sometimes earlier. I have heard people say that you should just expect to go through life tired.

Um, no. I do not understand that. You are supposed to prioritize the important things and to me, sleep is up there.

Why go through life tired when there is an easy solution? Go to bed earlier.

I get the important stuff done. If that means I sit in my room and not watch TV to finish it, then I can do that. (Thank goodness for DVR.) If that means working on Saturday or a Friday night, then I'll do it.

Maybe in five (or less) years my attitude will change. But you know that if they say "sleep when the baby sleeps" that I will do it. Who cares if the kitchen is dirty.

Trust me, me sleeping is for your benefit. When I am tired, I am not the nicest person. I don't try to be mean, but for some reason if I talk when I am tired I make someone upset.

(**I am aware that some people have circumstances in their life that make it impossible for them to go to bed earlier. Some people may not loathe being tired as much as I do and they prioritize sleep somewhere else. We are all different.)

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Confessions Thursday

I have a difficult time telling my right from my left.

I have a college degree and I can't do it.

Yesterday I was meeting my dad somewhere to give him something. I was on the phone with him trying to figure out where I was going. He sees me pass and tells me to turn right. I turn left.

You see, I have to use my fingers to make an L with each hand and the one that is facing correctly is where I go. But my hand was preoccupied with my cell phone and the wheel and I couldn't do it. So I followed my instinct, and it was wrong.

I don't think it is something that I will ever be able to overcome. My brain is just wired not to tell the difference.