I have sincerely neglected my blog. I don't really have time to be updating now, but since I do love a good procrastination, here goes.
I'm currently taking the hardest course I have ever taken in my life. And I have a 90 in it. I'm under no illusions that my final grade will be that high, but at least I can say that I made it to mid-semester with an A in this class with one of the most difficult professors in this program.
Work has been picking up steadily - I asked for more projects and I got them. I'm busier and enjoy it more, but I'm also very certain this isn't where I want to be long term.
Brad and I hit the 2 year mark a few weeks ago. Some days it seems like it should be WAY longer than 2 years and some days it seems like we've just been married a month or two. Either way, I'm very happy and grateful to report that I still love him just as much as I did the day I married him. Maybe even a smidge more :) We haven't had it easy - I'm forever stressed between school and work...and every other week I see him for maybe half an hour per day. But maybe it's true what they say - absence makes the heart grow fonder. We don't waste our time together fighting or bickering. We just enjoy being with each other.
In less than a year I'm hoping to be able to knock another bucket list item off - reading the entire Bible. I've been doing pretty good with it, considering it takes me about half an hour to 45 minutes per day on top of all my school stuff. But even if it takes me just over a year (it's a year devotional), at least I'm getting through it.
I've started really running again. I've said that before, but I'm actually staying with it and making an effort to be in shape without getting hurt. I haven't lost any weight - I'm still 125, but I've dropped down to a size 0 in AE jeans - that's 2 sizes smaller than I was at the beginning of the summer. I guess muscle really does weigh more than fat! I'm running 4-6 miles regularly now. I'm running a 7 mile trail race on Saturday (hoping to just survive, the 5 mile version killed me last year!), a 5 mile race on Thanksgiving (hoping to beat my time from last year, then stuff my face with turkey!) and a 15k in DC in December with some friends (sponsored by Ghiradelli with all the hot chocolate and chocolate fondue I can consumer afterwards. Yes pleasee!!). After all that, I'm going to start training to run 5k's fast again. I feel like I might could get into the prime of my life - I want to be under 20 minutes again and maybe even 19 minutes. Lofty goals, but this is the longest I've stuck with solid training since college. I really think I can do it!
I've also started doing yoga fairly obsessively. I usually run in the mornings and then do yoga after a quick jog with the dogs after work (I've learned that the dogs aren't conducive to really training - stopping for pee and poop breaks really cramps my style!). I've never done it this regularly and I'm becoming a believer.
Still trying to figure out what to be for Halloween this weekend. For the first time in my life, I am TRIPLE BOOKED for Halloween parties! Maybe there is a social life to be found here after all...
Monday, October 24, 2011
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Gotta slow it down.
There's such a fine line in wanting to speed up to a particular time in your life...and wanting life to slow down because you know it goes by too fast already.
So much has happened lately in my quest to get back to Charlotte. I was actually offered an incredible job to start on August 15...except it was a part time gig. A part time gig that might turn into a secure, exciting full time career...but part time isn't going to get us down there. I've had a few other nibbles in the form of interview requests and meetings and after applying to 80+ jobs...it's nice to know it's not all for nothing. The good news is, this part time gig offered to keep my name on the list and they're going to call me back in a few months to see if I'm down there yet. So hopefully I haven't lost my shot.
As a result of that, I'm house-hunting nearly every day. I want down there sooooo badly because sometimes I feel like I'm just wasting my life away up here. I'm in a job that's just that - a job. There's not really anything about this area that I'll miss once we leave. I didn't grow up here, so I don't have the ties that Brad does. It really means nothing to me. I'm almost counting down the days until I get my master's. This summer semester is almost over and then it's just one more class plus thesis. SO close. Yet still so far away.
Then again, I don't want to wish my life away. Soon enough, I'll wake up with teenagers in the house and my two beloved puppies won't be following me around the house while I do chores. Every day I speed through is one less day I'll spend with my loved ones. One less day of being young and energetic. I've got to do a better job of looking on the bright side of things. God will get me where I need to be when I'm supposed to be there. It's not my timing, it's His.
But Lord, if you could get me back to Charlotte by Christmas, you can tell Santa he doesn't have to bring me a thing :)
So much has happened lately in my quest to get back to Charlotte. I was actually offered an incredible job to start on August 15...except it was a part time gig. A part time gig that might turn into a secure, exciting full time career...but part time isn't going to get us down there. I've had a few other nibbles in the form of interview requests and meetings and after applying to 80+ jobs...it's nice to know it's not all for nothing. The good news is, this part time gig offered to keep my name on the list and they're going to call me back in a few months to see if I'm down there yet. So hopefully I haven't lost my shot.
As a result of that, I'm house-hunting nearly every day. I want down there sooooo badly because sometimes I feel like I'm just wasting my life away up here. I'm in a job that's just that - a job. There's not really anything about this area that I'll miss once we leave. I didn't grow up here, so I don't have the ties that Brad does. It really means nothing to me. I'm almost counting down the days until I get my master's. This summer semester is almost over and then it's just one more class plus thesis. SO close. Yet still so far away.
Then again, I don't want to wish my life away. Soon enough, I'll wake up with teenagers in the house and my two beloved puppies won't be following me around the house while I do chores. Every day I speed through is one less day I'll spend with my loved ones. One less day of being young and energetic. I've got to do a better job of looking on the bright side of things. God will get me where I need to be when I'm supposed to be there. It's not my timing, it's His.
But Lord, if you could get me back to Charlotte by Christmas, you can tell Santa he doesn't have to bring me a thing :)
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Just read it.
My cousin posted this on Facebook this morning. It's incredible. In so many ways, it's incredible.
And the Journey Finally Began...
And the Journey Finally Began...
Monday, July 18, 2011
Hodge Podge
I went back to church yesterday. That’s a big step for me. Don’t get me wrong…I haven’t been mad at God or anything. I’ve probably talked to Him more. But I was just done with church drama and always being pushed from my faith by going to church.
My parents understood why – they’ve watched me always be on the losing end of a fight. But it didn’t stop them from encouraging me to try it again. It’s just hard to relax and enjoy a church family when I always end up getting screwed by them in the end.
But sometimes, church is the only place that I can just feel at peace with life. It was a long week – work all day, volunteer at a pizza stand (raising money for the volunteer fire company) after work until 9-10 every night. My running, which was going SO well, had to be curbed indefinitely as we figure out what the heck happened with my hip. When I can’t work out, my head is fuzzy and I’m just not as happy. It’s like my drug.
In other news, Brad got a promotion. At 25 years old, he was promoted to Supervisor. Essentially, he’s in control of the campus, answering only to the Superintendant and one other employee. It’s awesome that he got such a great promotion at such a young age. It sucks that they’re changing his schedule and he’ll be working 2pm-10pm Sunday-Thursday. It’s almost the same schedule he was on when I first moved up here. The difference is, then I wasn’t working so I’d still see him all morning/early afternoon before he leaves. Now, I leave at 7:40 (before he would be waking up), come home for a 45 minute lunch (which I’ll be able to spend with him) and that’s all the interaction I will have with my husband. Him getting off work at 10:00 means he’s home between 10:30-11:00 (I’m in bed) and that’s on a good day. He can’t leave until the next shift supervisor comes on duty…so if that third shift supervisor calls out sick…he’s there until 6am. The other day he was on that shift and got home around 3:30am. If we had kids right now, I don’t know what we’d do.
I’m still trying to get back to Charlotte. I’ve applied for over 60 jobs (rejected for 25), but I think the fact that I’m out of state is working against me. I keep telling myself that something will come along eventually. In the meantime, since we lived off Brad’s salary before I took a job, everything I make is going into savings. So the longer we stay here, the more money that goes into savings. Can’t complain with that. I’m okay with staying until I graduate, it’s just hard because I’ve been so independent and had my own place before…and I don’t have that anymore. I’m dying to have “our” place where we can paint and do whatever we want. I’m still hoping to successfully defend my thesis in one semester and graduate in May. They say it’s rare to get through it in one semester, but I’ve already talked with my adviser and narrowed down a topic and started researching it. Next semester I’ll take Qualitative Research Methods and write my methods section. After that, it’s just the actual content analysis and literature reviews and the actual defense. And no, I’m not mixing it up with a dissertation. This program makes you defend your thesis in front of a panel. Not excited about it.
This wasn’t the most exciting blog entry ever, but some of the fuzz is lifting at least. Whew.
My parents understood why – they’ve watched me always be on the losing end of a fight. But it didn’t stop them from encouraging me to try it again. It’s just hard to relax and enjoy a church family when I always end up getting screwed by them in the end.
But sometimes, church is the only place that I can just feel at peace with life. It was a long week – work all day, volunteer at a pizza stand (raising money for the volunteer fire company) after work until 9-10 every night. My running, which was going SO well, had to be curbed indefinitely as we figure out what the heck happened with my hip. When I can’t work out, my head is fuzzy and I’m just not as happy. It’s like my drug.
In other news, Brad got a promotion. At 25 years old, he was promoted to Supervisor. Essentially, he’s in control of the campus, answering only to the Superintendant and one other employee. It’s awesome that he got such a great promotion at such a young age. It sucks that they’re changing his schedule and he’ll be working 2pm-10pm Sunday-Thursday. It’s almost the same schedule he was on when I first moved up here. The difference is, then I wasn’t working so I’d still see him all morning/early afternoon before he leaves. Now, I leave at 7:40 (before he would be waking up), come home for a 45 minute lunch (which I’ll be able to spend with him) and that’s all the interaction I will have with my husband. Him getting off work at 10:00 means he’s home between 10:30-11:00 (I’m in bed) and that’s on a good day. He can’t leave until the next shift supervisor comes on duty…so if that third shift supervisor calls out sick…he’s there until 6am. The other day he was on that shift and got home around 3:30am. If we had kids right now, I don’t know what we’d do.
I’m still trying to get back to Charlotte. I’ve applied for over 60 jobs (rejected for 25), but I think the fact that I’m out of state is working against me. I keep telling myself that something will come along eventually. In the meantime, since we lived off Brad’s salary before I took a job, everything I make is going into savings. So the longer we stay here, the more money that goes into savings. Can’t complain with that. I’m okay with staying until I graduate, it’s just hard because I’ve been so independent and had my own place before…and I don’t have that anymore. I’m dying to have “our” place where we can paint and do whatever we want. I’m still hoping to successfully defend my thesis in one semester and graduate in May. They say it’s rare to get through it in one semester, but I’ve already talked with my adviser and narrowed down a topic and started researching it. Next semester I’ll take Qualitative Research Methods and write my methods section. After that, it’s just the actual content analysis and literature reviews and the actual defense. And no, I’m not mixing it up with a dissertation. This program makes you defend your thesis in front of a panel. Not excited about it.
This wasn’t the most exciting blog entry ever, but some of the fuzz is lifting at least. Whew.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Best. Phrase. Ever.
"As soon as you get a job in Charlotte, we can pack up and go."
I've applied to over 40 jobs in the past month and a half. Not that I'm super excited about going back to Charlotte or anything :) If anyone has any good communication leads, let me know!!!
Bribing him with a boat if we move down there probably didn't hurt :)
I've applied to over 40 jobs in the past month and a half. Not that I'm super excited about going back to Charlotte or anything :) If anyone has any good communication leads, let me know!!!
Bribing him with a boat if we move down there probably didn't hurt :)
Monday, May 23, 2011
Melting...
Brad and I won some money this weekend.
Last night the ice cream truck man came around. He stops at our house (okay, close to our house, it's not like we get ice cream every week!) before he continues down the road to where all the little kids live. Brad ran out last night to get some ice cream. He gave the driver way more than his ice cream cone was. He told the driver to give the little kids whatever they wanted that night.
Such a sweetie. It was like Christmas morning to those kids.
Last night the ice cream truck man came around. He stops at our house (okay, close to our house, it's not like we get ice cream every week!) before he continues down the road to where all the little kids live. Brad ran out last night to get some ice cream. He gave the driver way more than his ice cream cone was. He told the driver to give the little kids whatever they wanted that night.
Such a sweetie. It was like Christmas morning to those kids.
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