Dying Easter Eggs

Saturday night, after my dad's birthday party, I was sitting on the couch vegging. I was thinking how tired I was and almost about to call it a night. I began thinking about Easter morning, and then all the sudden I am in PANIC mode.

I FORGOT ABOUT DYING EASTER EGGS!

Let me reword...I didn't forget up until this point, I had thought about it here and there, but had so many other things going on, Easter Eggs kept being put on the back burner. So, as I am beginning to relax, to have the thought come barreling in that my Little Man wouldn't have an Easter Egg Hunt in the morning unless I got up and dyed eggs was just one more thing.



I quickly turned on the stove, boiled the eggs, and setup the dye packets.Carter was so excited to spend some time playing in the colors and dying his eggs. I am glad that we made sure we had some time as a family dying these eggs.



I must say, it was a fairly short and sweet dying job, but none the less, it was a lot of fun and Carter still loved it.

Dad Turns The Big 60!

Last Saturday we celebrated my dad's 60th birthday.



Due to his stay earlier in the week, we had debated how much to do. However, with his recovery going MUCH better than the last, we decided to continue with the original plan.



We met at Stacy's for breakfast and presents Saturday morning. Then we all headed over to the bowling alley for a quick game with the grandkids. They LOVE to bowl, and are so cute giving one another a "high five" after each ball was thrown.

Carter and I then left because we had some last minute preparations to finish. Kel, Stac, and I through dad a birthday barbecue. It was originally supposed to be a surprise, but again, due to the fact of earlier events dad knew who would be there, except for the Cannon's, they were a surprise. We decided to do a "Tiki" theme and tried to make it as cheerful as possible.





We enjoyed chicken, beans, spinach salad, and hummingbird cake, which was delicious! The company was great, and I know my dad really enjoyed the time with his family and dearest friends. It was a great way to celebrate my dad. After the past couple weeks, Lord knows it was time to come together and celebrate the big things.





I love you Daddy and am so glad you are here and doing well. Happy 60th birthday and I promise, I'll see you at your 80th!

I'm Done Complaining About The Little Things

On Tuesday I received a phone call from a very close person, for security reasons the name cannot be said publicly, telling me my dad was in the hospital. They told me he was in the Emergency Room and had been for several hours and they would be keeping him overnight.

I was not supposed to know and my dad did not want us there, but for those of you who know me well, there is no way in hell you could keep me away from my daddy. So, I immediately hopped in my truck and headed towards the hospital. On my way there I called Stac to let her know, but she was in class.

When I got there my dad was NOT a happy camper. He did not want me to know he was not feeling well because he doesn't want me stressing. Once I finally got him calmed down, we sat and just chatted. It was the first time I had seen my dad in several months and it was REALLY good to just have some time with him.

I stayed with him for several hours and promised him I would be back the next day for the procedure. I left the hospital at 12:30 that night and went home.

The next day my dad had another procedure. Fortunately, after a few hours, we learned my dad was okay. He has somethings to work on, but he will be fine.

So, I will stop complaining about the little things and continue to be extremely grateful for what I have now!

It Was Just One Of Those Weeks

Monday night I was at Nathan's helping him with homework. We were in the middle of a test when my daddy called. I had Nathan answer and talk with my dad for a minute. It was then my turn. My dad and I were just chatting and then a few minutes later he told me some very sad news. My Uncle Bob had passed away that morning. At first I was at peace with this, but as details unveiled I realized I was upset. I asked if my dad was okay and then hung up.

On my way home that night I called my Aunt Tammy to see how she was holding up. She was in Moab already and started putting things together. I could tell it had been a long day for her and decided we would catch up later.

Tuesday morning, I awakened in a major funk. I was so sad about my Uncle and worried about how my family would be handling his death. I called my Aunt again that morning and had another chat. We cried together and talked about different stories. I then explained my internal conflict of attending the funeral. There was not a way for Dustin to get the weekend off and I felt like it might be to much to have Carter go to Moab and then attempt a service. She agreed and between her and my dad asking me to stay home, I decided I would. I spoke with my sisters Tuesday afternoon, and it turns out all three of us had a rough day.

Wednesday was another long day. I was at work until 5:00 then ran home to get dinner fixings and went straight to Nathan's to do more homework. Thursday night I began school myself, and I won't lie. The entire time I was sitting there I kept thinking, what the hell am I doing? I am not ready for this at all!!! But, I didn't get up and leave, so it looks like I am going to do it...at least this first class.

Friday Dustin and I had a date with IKEA. I was so excited to go buy the small items we had discussed and have a night out. I had decided I would stop off and get my face waxed on the way home. I went to a new place for my waxing, and I have NEVER been in more pain then I was from this session. The woman who waxed my face waxed clear up by my eye, tried to wax my forehead, etc. When I left I was in tears and in so much pain. I got in my car, looked in the mirror, and saw the woman had ripped part of my skin off from underneath my eyes.

I called my mom to vent and she told me she had just walked into my Uncle Bob's house. My Aunt was there and again we had the opportunity to talk. When I asked to speak to my mom again, I lost it. I just cried. I am upset with myself for not going to the funeral. I am upset that I didn't get to see my family and be there for them. I am upset that this dumb lady ripped apart my face and now I look like I have been beaten. I came home and just bawled. I went upstairs, but cold on my face and tried to hide as much of the mess as I could. Turned out that was a bad idea, and had to wash back off all the make-up.



Once I had pulled it together, Dustin and I went to IKEA and enjoyed the evening. My face is pretty tender today, and I would say even looks worse, but it is what it is. I went back to talk to the people who waxed and all they could say was that it was probably due to my acne, which I honestly don't have much of, my menstrual cycle, etc. When I asked if the wax may have been to hot, asked why they would ever wax by someones eyes, etc. they blew me off and told me to come back and try again. I told the lady that would not be happening and walked out.



I just got done talking with my mom and she said the service was beautiful. She said the family did a great job for my Uncle and they were all headed to the park for a picnic to celebrate Uncle Bob's life, and I am so glad they are!



Tonight I am looking to do something fun and bring my spirits back up. Happy Saturday all!

Back To School? I Think I am Crazy!

Last week during a meeting, I had the fear rise in my tummy that I might be changing schools. This is due to certification and I was afraid it was going to happen again. See, I have already been moved before because my degree is in Special Education with an endorsement being severe. Well, the majority of what I do these days requires an endoresement in mild/moderate. So, I asked my boss if I needed to go back to school for an my mild/mod and she replied with no, I would focus on math and reading endorsements instead. Okay, I thought. Maybe I will soon.

Tuesday I received an e-mail from somebody at the District Office stating there is a math endorsement class starting Thursday, April 14. I thought for a minute, Sure maybe I will look into that...Wait! That is in TWO SLEEPS! Hmmm...

To go or not to go...that is the question, that lasted a whole two minutes.

I am going. I can't believe it and I am having huge anxiety about it, but I am doing it.

Why? Because if everything I have heard is correct the school district is going to pay for it. This is a 15 month program, that would cost me a few thousand dollars, and right now there is a grant that will cover it. So...I am going back to school. Starting tonight.

I am terrified of the balancing act. Between being mom, wife, teacher, student, and tutor, I am not sure how I am going to manage it all. But, I will! I am going to setup a schedule and hopefully see if that works. I am also going to start praying...A LOT!!!

So...tonight...from 4-8 I will be in class learning about irrational numbers. Jealous?

Feeling Off

For the past few weeks I have felt like something is wrong and I still don't know what it is. I kept just thinking it was exhaustion and that once spring break got here, I would start to feel better.

Spring break came and went and I think it is getting worse. I don't know how to work WebMD, but am going to research and maybe even make a doctors appointment...MAYBE.

I have been extremely tired lately. Like, one day during spring break I didn't even get out of bed until 3. I am exhausted. I try to get energy and it just isn't working. I am sleeping 7-9 hours usually, and still could crawl into bed and sleep at any given time.

About last week, I started getting the shakes. I was holding a drink and the shakes became visible to a friend of mine. Brad asked what was wrong, but I couldn't tell him.

Since then I have continue to feel the shakes, be tired, and just not feel right. I am so frustrated and don't know what it could be.

Then, I have become emotional. My poor husband doesn't know if he is going to get his loving wife or an emotional basketcase at any time.

Anyway...I am having fun. I am praying it is just due to the weather and the need of some sunshine. Until then...I will continue to search and try to figure out what the hell is going on with me!