O.K. So, I just laughed until the point of tears reading the below blog post. Check it out! I was reading a friend's blog and she suggested.
Thanks Nanette!
Honestly, I was crying and laughing quite hard. I'm not sure why I found it so ridiculously funny, but I did. I'm also pretty sure that both Fenix and Ken think I've completely lost it as they were hanging out in the other room as I was all by myself laughing hysterically at my computer.
http://thebloggess.com/2011/06/and-thats-why-you-should-learn-to-pick-your-battles/
Be warned, there may be a few bad words.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
We Don't Really Know
So I hopped over to my friend Sharlee's blog to read some words of wisdom by her mother Elise this morning. (She posts a little something every Friday.) The link is here: http://believinginsomething.wordpress.com/ if you'd like to check her blog out for yourself, and her mother's recent post is titled "The Good Stuff", although if you're stopping by, you should probably just stay a while and check out what else both Sharlee and her mom have to say.
Nonetheless, I read Elise's post, "The Good Stuff", this morning, and I can honestly say that I'm going to make more of an effort to break out the "good stuff". :) Why wait? I'm not much of a hoarder in the way that Sharlee is (hoarder sounds funny, but you know what I mean:), but there are certain things that I'm afraid to use in case I want to use them at a later date (or outfits for Grace for that matter:)
These are actually the lines that struck me the most:
"I have been aware of that most of the time my kids were growing up but this was for me a big wake up call. I got to thinking”well my next BIG Anniversary would be 50 really- and then I went to how my Mother in law didn’t make it to her 50th and that my mom lasted just a few months past hers. Not that I am planning to be gone… Just we don’t really know."
And then after reading them, I cried. I'm not sure why. It just kind of made me hurt. I don't like to think of anyone's mortality at all, let alone Elise's or her mother, or her mother in law. But after reading those lines I did.
And, then I thought of my mother. "Not that I am planning to be gone...Just we don't really know." It's the truth, we don't, and it's terrifying and crazy all at the same time. The weeks leading up to my mother's diagnoses and inevitable passing were normal. I had just accepted my first teaching position. My niece and nephew were nearing summer break. My sister adjusting to a new job. Our mother calling us constantly throughout the day:) Trips to Lowe's and Wal-mart; a movie night watching "In Her Shoes"; a lunch at Applebees on my last full day of work at St. Lukes (when she dropped me back off at St. Lukes because I still had a few hours left of my shift, I cried. I didn't want to get out of her car. I didn't want it to be our last full day of working together, or our last lunch shared together on a work day.); breakfast in the St. Lukes cafeteria and my mother saying, "Well, this will be the last breakfast I buy you," because the next week I'd be spending my mornings teaching summer school.
We had no clue. It still amazes me how life shifted. All it took was a trip to a doctor's office, a cat scan, a phone call, and life changed. It's cliche, but it changed in the blink of an eye, it changed with the ring of a phone, with a doctor's sigh. It has been over two years since my mother passed away, and I am still wrapping my head around it. How she was able to do it in a span of five and a half weeks is beyond me, but I suppose that she had no choice. I still think about how terrified she must have been. I wonder if she felt cheated. I know that she felt scared, sad, worried about the daughters and grandchildren she was leaving behind. She must have felt surprised, shocked, because "we don't really know."
Isn't it crazy that thing we have the most control of is our life? But we have no control over when we leave it? "Just we don't really know."
Nonetheless, I read Elise's post, "The Good Stuff", this morning, and I can honestly say that I'm going to make more of an effort to break out the "good stuff". :) Why wait? I'm not much of a hoarder in the way that Sharlee is (hoarder sounds funny, but you know what I mean:), but there are certain things that I'm afraid to use in case I want to use them at a later date (or outfits for Grace for that matter:)
These are actually the lines that struck me the most:
"I have been aware of that most of the time my kids were growing up but this was for me a big wake up call. I got to thinking”well my next BIG Anniversary would be 50 really- and then I went to how my Mother in law didn’t make it to her 50th and that my mom lasted just a few months past hers. Not that I am planning to be gone… Just we don’t really know."
And then after reading them, I cried. I'm not sure why. It just kind of made me hurt. I don't like to think of anyone's mortality at all, let alone Elise's or her mother, or her mother in law. But after reading those lines I did.
And, then I thought of my mother. "Not that I am planning to be gone...Just we don't really know." It's the truth, we don't, and it's terrifying and crazy all at the same time. The weeks leading up to my mother's diagnoses and inevitable passing were normal. I had just accepted my first teaching position. My niece and nephew were nearing summer break. My sister adjusting to a new job. Our mother calling us constantly throughout the day:) Trips to Lowe's and Wal-mart; a movie night watching "In Her Shoes"; a lunch at Applebees on my last full day of work at St. Lukes (when she dropped me back off at St. Lukes because I still had a few hours left of my shift, I cried. I didn't want to get out of her car. I didn't want it to be our last full day of working together, or our last lunch shared together on a work day.); breakfast in the St. Lukes cafeteria and my mother saying, "Well, this will be the last breakfast I buy you," because the next week I'd be spending my mornings teaching summer school.
We had no clue. It still amazes me how life shifted. All it took was a trip to a doctor's office, a cat scan, a phone call, and life changed. It's cliche, but it changed in the blink of an eye, it changed with the ring of a phone, with a doctor's sigh. It has been over two years since my mother passed away, and I am still wrapping my head around it. How she was able to do it in a span of five and a half weeks is beyond me, but I suppose that she had no choice. I still think about how terrified she must have been. I wonder if she felt cheated. I know that she felt scared, sad, worried about the daughters and grandchildren she was leaving behind. She must have felt surprised, shocked, because "we don't really know."
Isn't it crazy that thing we have the most control of is our life? But we have no control over when we leave it? "Just we don't really know."
Thursday, August 25, 2011
You Is...
I LOVED this book! I would like to put this on my door so that my students see it each day as they leave. I may have to correct the grammar though...:)
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Pretty Sure...
...I'm exhausted. Yup, I am. And, I'm not sure that this exhaustion will be dissipating any time in the near future.
School started last Wednesday, so as of this point, we've gotten one whole week under our belts. I'm already looking forward to Labor Day and a three day weekend. Don't get me wrong, because I really do love my job, LOVE my job, but I have had the hardest time being away from Grace during the day. She is being incredibly well taken care of, so I don't have to worry about her while I'm at school (huge relief), but it doesn't stop me from missing her non stop. By the time we get home in the evenings, we usually only have a few hours until she's ready for bed. I knew I would miss her. I knew that it would be hard. I'm just not sure that I knew it would be this bad. I thought for sure as the days went by, that it would get easier. In some ways it has. Leaving in the morning this last Friday was much easier than on the first Monday (when I sat in my bathroom and cried for 20 minutes before getting ready), but I found as the week progressed I just missed her more, until I found myself bawling when I picked her up Thursday afternoon. I never imagined myself as a stay at home mom (possible because my mother had to work, and when I was in high school, worked two jobs), but if we had the means, I would definitely be home with her hands down. I've been having this fantasy that we'll win the lottery and that I'll be able to stop working to stay home with Grace. Of course, I'd still somehow get to teach, at least a little. This is my fantasy, so really anything goes, right? Some ideas that I had is that I'd get to stay home, however, I'd still get to teach my advisory class. Or, I'd get to teach my advisory class and maybe one block of literacy, and while I'm teaching literacy Grace could hang out with one of our more responsible 8th graders. It could be an elective. Or, maybe I'd just take the year off, or possibly 6, and then once Grace was in school, I'd magically get my position back. With this being my fantasy, I'd somehow make Marsing just a tad bit closer to Meridian. It's a long shot, I know. But if you can't get everything you want in your fantasy, then when can you?
Bottom line is, I miss my daughter. I hear this will get easier, so we'll see.
On another note, school is going well. I'm excited for this year. I can tell I've got some really great kids and I'm looking forward to mixing some of my lesson up and hopefully continuing to grow and improve as a teacher.
I'm in some what of a debate with myself on whether or not I'll teach "The Hunger Games" again. I absolutely love the book and my kids ate it up last year. I got some amazing discussions out of it and some really good writing. It's hard to pass up a book that produces the interest and the results that "The Hunger Games" did. However, I'm a little concerned about some parents' reaction to their student reading it, let alone in school. It's a YA book, and I definitely feel that 7th graders can handle it, but I also understand that some parents may not be comfortable with it. So, we'll see.
Well, this entry has gone nowhere and the baby's starting to wake up. If you're reading this, I hope you're doing well!
School started last Wednesday, so as of this point, we've gotten one whole week under our belts. I'm already looking forward to Labor Day and a three day weekend. Don't get me wrong, because I really do love my job, LOVE my job, but I have had the hardest time being away from Grace during the day. She is being incredibly well taken care of, so I don't have to worry about her while I'm at school (huge relief), but it doesn't stop me from missing her non stop. By the time we get home in the evenings, we usually only have a few hours until she's ready for bed. I knew I would miss her. I knew that it would be hard. I'm just not sure that I knew it would be this bad. I thought for sure as the days went by, that it would get easier. In some ways it has. Leaving in the morning this last Friday was much easier than on the first Monday (when I sat in my bathroom and cried for 20 minutes before getting ready), but I found as the week progressed I just missed her more, until I found myself bawling when I picked her up Thursday afternoon. I never imagined myself as a stay at home mom (possible because my mother had to work, and when I was in high school, worked two jobs), but if we had the means, I would definitely be home with her hands down. I've been having this fantasy that we'll win the lottery and that I'll be able to stop working to stay home with Grace. Of course, I'd still somehow get to teach, at least a little. This is my fantasy, so really anything goes, right? Some ideas that I had is that I'd get to stay home, however, I'd still get to teach my advisory class. Or, I'd get to teach my advisory class and maybe one block of literacy, and while I'm teaching literacy Grace could hang out with one of our more responsible 8th graders. It could be an elective. Or, maybe I'd just take the year off, or possibly 6, and then once Grace was in school, I'd magically get my position back. With this being my fantasy, I'd somehow make Marsing just a tad bit closer to Meridian. It's a long shot, I know. But if you can't get everything you want in your fantasy, then when can you?
Bottom line is, I miss my daughter. I hear this will get easier, so we'll see.
On another note, school is going well. I'm excited for this year. I can tell I've got some really great kids and I'm looking forward to mixing some of my lesson up and hopefully continuing to grow and improve as a teacher.
I'm in some what of a debate with myself on whether or not I'll teach "The Hunger Games" again. I absolutely love the book and my kids ate it up last year. I got some amazing discussions out of it and some really good writing. It's hard to pass up a book that produces the interest and the results that "The Hunger Games" did. However, I'm a little concerned about some parents' reaction to their student reading it, let alone in school. It's a YA book, and I definitely feel that 7th graders can handle it, but I also understand that some parents may not be comfortable with it. So, we'll see.
Well, this entry has gone nowhere and the baby's starting to wake up. If you're reading this, I hope you're doing well!
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
Dear Blog
Dear Blog,
I apologize for my absence. I am hoping that sometime in the near future (maybe even this weekend) I'll be able to sit down and spend some quality time with you. We will see. In case you've been concerned about the Dietz family, we have been doing well. Grace is getting HUGE! Well, bigger than she was before, huge probably doesn't quite describe her. We've been filling our time visiting with family and starting to prep for the school year. My sincere apologies for neglecting you. I was possibly crazy to think that I'd keep up with you more once I had Grace. As much as I want to spend time blogging about her, I'd rather just spend that time with her, and lately her nap time, has been my work time. But hopefully sometime over these next few days I will squeeze you in. I promise to make more of an effort on our relationship:)
With love,
Misty
I apologize for my absence. I am hoping that sometime in the near future (maybe even this weekend) I'll be able to sit down and spend some quality time with you. We will see. In case you've been concerned about the Dietz family, we have been doing well. Grace is getting HUGE! Well, bigger than she was before, huge probably doesn't quite describe her. We've been filling our time visiting with family and starting to prep for the school year. My sincere apologies for neglecting you. I was possibly crazy to think that I'd keep up with you more once I had Grace. As much as I want to spend time blogging about her, I'd rather just spend that time with her, and lately her nap time, has been my work time. But hopefully sometime over these next few days I will squeeze you in. I promise to make more of an effort on our relationship:)
With love,
Misty
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- Misty
- In a paragraph...I am a mom, wife, step-mom, teacher, daughter, sister, and friend. I am a believer, a daydreamer, a memory keeper, and an avid reader. I love teenagers, animals, bad reality t.v., coffee, and wine. I value my family, my career, my students, and my faith. And, as a warning...I most likely will be horrible at updating this:)