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Thursday, January 17, 2008

Back to school

Well my 6 month probationary period at the university is almost over and it's time to start thinking about entering a masters program next fall. With tuition paid for, living on campus, and no kids it's the best time work on it.

I have pretty much decided that I want to get an accounting masters. It would mean alot more prerequisite classes which means more time, but I can do it. Here are my reasons....

First...I enjoy accounting
Second...it would further my career at UWG and make me more desirable for any job
Third...it will help with our own personal finances and when/if we both end up working from home and/or running our own businesses, it will be a HUGE help with that.

So there ya go. Now I just need to start studying!

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Illuminate the NO's in their vacancy signs...

So the bed did arrive, and it's amazing! Our bedroom actually looks like a bedroom instead of leftovers from a garage sale. It's unreal what a difference it made. I came home from work yesterday to find books scattered in a semi circle at the foot and suspiciously rumpled covers....Norm apparently likes the new bed as well.

On the down side, along with the bed came 10 boxes of stuff from my childhood, my mom likes to spring this kind of stuff on us without warning. Everything from the band I wore at the hospital to my softball uniform and Awanas stuff. I threw everything away except for one teddy bear that wasn't old and icky, two stuffed pigs, and an engraved silver cup.

It was VERY painful. I cried the whole time. Why is it that even good memories hurt?

Despite the difficulties though I got it all done in 2 and a half hours. I just had to make the decision....do I want to save this stuff for no other purpose than to have my children go through it when I die? okay then, out it goes. It's all just stuff. It took my quite some time to determine that throwing away the things doesn't mean I'm throwing away memories. I'm just tossing out the musty smelly symbols of those memories.

I did find several letters from Rebekah and Elisabeth from when we were all about 10-12...that was pretty fun. Probably my favorite line was from one of Elisabeth's lamenting the end of a beach trip......"Farewell blissful summer holiday!"

She was the coolest 11 year old I've ever know :)

I also love that Rebekah used the word "annually" to indicate something she did every year.

They just don't make 'em like they used to.

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

If heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied

I'm tired and emotional, all of which I blame on jet lag from our "super smith/sosebee family vacation." Therefore and can't be held entirely responsible for the following post.

I feel out of touch. Like I'm living life but not truly feeling, breathing, experiencing it.

Maybe we all go through this. Maybe it's the switch back to 8-5 work mode. Maybe it's the lack of a consistent prayer life. Maybe I need to pull myself together.

New year and the ever present resolutions....

- Make a conscious effort to cultivate my relationship with Christ
- Be able to touch my toes
- Lose these last few pesky pounds
- Stick with and maintain our household budget
- Celebrate one year of marriage....can't believe it's almost been a whole year!

Last year my new years resolutions were.....get married, check. lose weight, check.

I can't remember the other ones which is sure sign that I didn't complete them. It helps to only remember the ones you succeed at I think....as far as I know I achieved all my goals for last year.

We're supposed to be getting a king sized bed today....I am very excited. Don't get me wrong I adore our little plywood queen with the staples in the headboard, and the twisted frame supported by cinder blocks that shudders and quakes if you look at it too harshly and threatens to fall all to pieces if you somersault across it.

Okay that's a lie.....I hate that bed. I have permanent bruises on my leg from running into the sharp foot board corners and I have long since tired of putting king sized sheets on a queen sized bed. Not to mention the cinder blocks invariably scrape up the toes of my dress shoes that live under the bed.

Here's hoping it all goes well!