Saturday, April 18, 2009

You're gana miss this....

That's the song that's playing right now so I figured it appropriate for a blog title. Why not, right? Potato Patato... or something like that.


No, I don't have a good excuse for not blogging...

So want to hear what I've been up to? I know you're very interested. For starters it's been a little over a month since Sgt. and I made the big leap into living together and it's going so great! It's so wonderful to feel like it was the right thing to do, that we made the right decision, and that it was the right time. Things completely fell into place once I moved down here, I see him every night (sans this weekend while he's in the field), I got my dream job (more to come soon), and I'm just downright HAPPY!

There is certainly something to say for spending most of the first two years together, apart. We don't bicker about petty things, it's not really us anyway, but the bottom line is, what's the point? We're together.... after everything we've been through, the little stuff is not something to argue about, it's something to be treasured. Sure, we have our moments of annoyance or frustration, but nothing that's not overcome within the hour. And let me tell you, it is SOOOOOOO much easier (unbelievably so) to handle bad moods or bad days when you live together (for us anyway). Before, if Sgt. called and had a bad day he was snappy and I in turn would feel a little hurt blah blah blah, you know how it goes. Now, if he's snappy I just give him some space.... start dinner, whatever, and 10 times out of 10 he will realize how he reacted and apologize and tell me about his bad day or he will get his time he needed and walk up behind me to give me a hug. Nothing to fret over. When I am frustrated it's a million times easier to talk to him about it face to face rather than through the phone. I can see his reaction and read his body language... I don't get nearly as worked up or freaked out about it, which I'm sure is a relief to him :). We have FUN together. We're homebody's but some of our best times are just laying on the couch watching TV together and getting into a huge tickle fight (which I inevitably lose...) and goofing off. He's incredibly thoughtful and will start dinner when I have a long day at work, or make me coffee and time it so it's exactly perfect when I walk in the door. He's appreciative. I tend to do a lot of the house work, but not because he won't... I just get around to it quicker, and he's always telling me thank you. Life is good. It's goooood :). I'm very happy with where we are.

As far as work is concerned - awesome. Want to hear the really really good news? I'm officially a teacher!! They finally gave me my own classroom. My own pre-k class first door on the right when you walk up the stairs :) In fact there are a few bee hives and butterflies that are calling to be cut out as we speak for my new bulletin board. It came out of nowhere. My first few weeks they were kind of vague about where they were going to put me. I was expecting that to last but my director came to talk to me one day and Monday I started in my own room! I love love love love love it. The only downside is sometimes it can make for a long day for me. I wake up at 3:30am to get to the school by 6:00am (it's about a 40 min. commute and I don't like being rushed) and if I stay until all the kids go home (it's a day care/early childhood school so longer days) I leave by about 5:15 and get home after 6:00. On Wednesday night I was dead set on making us chicken and dumplins for dinner before he left for the field on Thursday and I also had lesson plans due on Thursday afternoon. Well, I ended up not finishing dinner until almost 10pm (sad, I know. I got a late start) and I fell asleep sitting up on the couch trying to finish lesson plans. The UP side is that most days I get off earlier than that... I should only have two days a week that are over 8.

So out of all the goals I had upon moving here I have just one left to cross off. Friends. Don't get me wrong, I love spending time with Sgt. but a girl needs someone to shop with or grab a margarita with should she so choose. In fact, SGT. probably needs a girl to have a girl to go shopping with ;). You'd think that living in a college town and close to a major city it wouldn't be hard... but on the contrary. First, major city (and work) is at least 40 minutes away, so if I make a friend up there, it would be very hard for us to hang out often what with the trip and all. Living in the college town, everyone who does anything "clubby" (volunteering or sports or whatever) all do it through the university so I have very little to no contact with them. If Sgt. had a bff who had a great girlfriend that would be ideal but right now, no go. Plus, I know he's tired of me asking every single time we run into some guy he knows from one class he took last semester (i.e. not really a friend) we promptly get in the car and I ask about said guys dating history and relationship status. I need help lol. Maybe I'll put an add in the paper:

"Just moved to town. Outgoing, bubbly, talkative, enjoys chick flicks, shopping, tasty drinks, cooking, movies, decorating and double dates. Seeking like minded female who can appreciate good gossip and sarcasm, has a penchant for road trips and a good listening ear. If this sounds like you and you're in the market for a friend as I am, please call or e-mail. "

What. A. Loser. Who ever thought it'd be so hard finding a friend as a grown up? School made it much too easy. Friends were always accessible. Of course I still talk to all my friends from Texas, but I can't hang out with them. Don't get me wrong, I'm not unhappy at all. I love my evenings and weekends with Sgt. or alone relaxing and cleaning and window shopping while he's at work. I don't really feel this void or anything... I just think I need some friends, ya know? Any suggestions?

Hope you're all having a great weekend!

Friday, April 3, 2009

Thank you Sam.

My blogging is sporadic. I know, but mostly it's because I do not get on a computer at work anymore. Not once, the entire day. When I get home in the evenings, I like to spend time with this guy I know :) so... basically moral of the story is I haven't checked my e-mail in 4 days. Ooops!

However, I couldn't pass this one up.

I am now working as a teacher at a day school/learning center/fancy schmancy day care center - whatever you call it where you are. It's younger age kids, but set up in a classroom, with a curriculum, and lesson plans, and circle time too. Ya know, that sort of thing. Anyway... today is about Sam. You see, Sam is getting ready to move up to the "big boy room" (3 year old class) soon. But the trick is that before he can move up, he has to go two weeks accident free. Yes, we are in the potty training stage my friends. So it was no surprise when during center time, Mr. Sam walks past me....

Scene: classroom. Young blonde, two year old boy who resembles Spanky from the little rascals.

Sam: drops toys and stiffens his hands by his sides "Ms. KJ!! I need to poop! THE POOP! It's coming out of my butt!!"

Me: looks down at Sam "Then go! Hurry buddy!"

We then run to the bathroom where he promptly pulls down his pants and goes poo-poo in the potty! Whoo hooo Sam!!

And guess what else? No accidents today. :)