Saturday, September 17, 2011

The big 30....



So as my birthday approaches, I can't help but think what a milestone year this is. Thirty. 30. Three 10's. Six 5's. You get it. So it has brought up a few questions:
1. Am I where I thought I'd be at 30?
2. Have I accomplished all I'd hoped by 30?
3. What else do I want to do with my life?
4. Should I feel more pressure for this birthday?


I don't have major plans this year, and I feel like I should. But a big shindig just isn't me. And I don't want to make a big fuss when I don't know what I should be celebrating. For instance, (be patient, I'm thinking as I type) here are some answers to the above questions.

1. I never honestly set any goals for my life years.....I have never said that by 30 I needed to accomplish certain things. So I can't really answer this question. I am glad, and very fortunate, to be living in my grandparents house and keeping that memory alive. I am so lucky to have two adorable nieces (ABBY AND KAYLA, THAT'S YOU!!!) and amazing friends. In this way, I am so happy with life. And almost being the big 3-0!
2. I am proud of myself. I was surprised to graduate high school, so to continue on and be where I am today is a shock in many ways. I am proud I have furthered my education (as far as I can, pretty much!!) and proven to myself that I can do it.
3. I want to eventually (maybe 5 or 10 years) move into special education. Right now, I am so happy with my teaching position and I don't want to change a thing.
4. I feel like other people "want" a big party for me, but I have kind of already answered this question above.

So, biggest question? What will I do to celebrate this year. I have decided. And for those who know me, it has taken a long time to actually decide. But it's official. I am getting a tattoo. On my foot. And yes, the little sentences and pauses are necessary to enhance the fact! Once I get it, I will post a picture and describe why it's so important to me....until then....you must wait :)

So torn....

I was so lucky to find an amazing puppy in Lambeau. Since she came into my life, it has been nothing but love and fun (even during those hard puppy years!!). When GB came into our lives, everything was great. For months they've played, ran, and enjoyed being sisters.

This past week everything changed. GB's food aggression came out, and poor Lambeau had to suffer. It came out of nowhere; there weren't any real signs (little fights that didn't amount to anything over toys)...but these past two (yes, two) fights were so bad I had to take Lambeau to my parents' to give her time to heal. And boy, have I missed the little rugrat running around and her burst of puppy energy!

Yesterday I picked Lambeau up and brought her home. I was so happy. I kept her and GB separate until this morning, to give them time to adjust. Meg came over, and we tried having the two dogs together. It didn't go well. In fact, it didn't go well at all. Lambeau only wanted to fight. So after a day of tears, talking, re-hashing the situation, it's been decided to have Lambeau go back to my parents for a while. Let her heal (she still has some nasty cuts on her legs, and her heart needs to heal....). I will keep GB here.

I know it sounds terrible-sending my first pup away. I'm absolutely torn. At my parents she has two other dogs to play with, and my dad can keep an eye on her since he is home all day. And my mom can help her injuries heal. Right now, having both dogs at home I have to keep them apart at all times. One in a kennel, one outside and then switch. It's do-able, but not fair to any of the dogs.

My fear is that I will have to get rid of GB. She may not sound like a great dog (from earlier comments on here) but she is an absolute sweet heart. She loves to put her head on my lap. When I get home she is so happy to see me she runs in circles. Abby spent the night last night and GB joined us in bed-and was so gentle and sweet with Abby!

I just pray that, in time, we can go back to our happy little family....

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Ten Years.....

Ten years ago, today, 9/11 happened. I remember it, like most Americans, as if it were yesterday. Everyone always says "I will remember where I was....." and it's so true. I was in my first year at ASU, and attended the Willaims AFB (aka ASU East) campus. From this day on, the campus changed, policies changed, and all American's had changed.

My little blog cannot tell all those who have sacrificed their life thank you. It cannot bring back those who gave everything for my freedom. It cannot heal hearts of those who have gong through this. I can only say two words....thank you.

As I sit at my house watching tv, thinking about family and friends, I remember the importance of this day. Thank you to everyone out there who has fought for me.