Turning 30 kind of means I'm roughly 1/3 completed with my life and of the three decades I've lived, this last one has been the most monumental (in my opinion).
In 10 years, this is what's happened:
1. completed undergrad at ASU
2. started my first career in teaching
3. met, dated, and married my husband
4. had my first daughter
5. had my first daughter taken away by CPS (never could have anticipated that)
6. First time being a bridesmaid and maid of honor
7. completed my first master's degree
I'm sure there are more events I forgot but looking back on this, I cannot possibly anticipate anything that might happen in my 30's. Since I spent most of my 20's looking like I was 17, maybe I'll spend most of my 30's looking like I am 27?
7.07.2012
Bucketlist updates...excited!
100 Things to do before I Die
Academics/Career:- Be a principal
- Be either a superintendent/district administrator
- sing/
speak at a public event8th grade promotion May 2012 - Be a grade level team leader
- Get my master's degree (so close I can taste it)
- Get a doctorate degree
- Teach a college class
Start my own business/support my husband starting a businessEpic fail with Mary Kay but at least I tried
- take my daughter to get a pedicure
- Make baby books every two months for the first year of my children(s)' lives.
- attend a mother/daughter sleepover
- go to grandparent's day
- have ALL my children and grandchildren come home for Christmas
- french braid my daughter's hair
- Be a mother-of-the-bride
- watch Mike walk our daughter down the aisle
hold my baby in my home in her Aunt's blanket- offer my engagement/wedding rings to my grandson/granddaughter
- serve on a Tres Dias weekend with my husband
- speak to my grandfather about his experience in the Holocaust
Dedicate Kenzie at church5/13/12- Adopt a baby with down syndrome
- weigh less than 140 lbs
- Have no need for contacts or glasses
- come up with 100 items for my list
- VBAC
- Rectora/Head Cha
- Own a black pug
- Own a MAC/Ipad
get married6/19/09have a baby10/14/11- buy a home
- see someone accept Christ
- become a member of my church
- Host a bible study at my home
- Write and publish a children's book
- Write and publish a novel
- Complete a pull up
- Do a hanging sit up
- Cruise to Alaska
- Live in England for a year
- Take the Lord of the Rings tour of "the Shire" in New Zealand
- See my husband baptized in the Jordan River
- Meet a president
- Go on the Disneyland Cruise
- vow renewal in the church Mike's parents were married in
- Visit the tribes of my Native American heritage
- Live in a "Stars Hollow" town
- Collect all the Cinderella stores from around the world
- Have an entire room in my home with floor to ceiling libraries
- Own all the Caldecott winning books
- take a drifting class
- Make the hair bows for my daughter's sport's team (volleyball, cheer etc)
- learn to hip hop dance
- solve the rubic's cube in under 4 minutes
- Read all of Jane Austen's book
- Go to the midnight release of the final Breaking Dawn movie the date is set 11.16.12
- Complete a parallel study of the Gospels
Take a ride on the light rail-Thanks Joann!- learn to use a sewing machine
- trash the dress in water
- relearn and "speak' sign language fluently
Shoot a gunHappy Birthday to David!- Learn to ride a sport bike
- Learn how to do a fish tail braid
- Run a 5K 11.17.12 Dirty Girl!
- Eliminate all debt
- Pay off all student loans
- Learn how to invest
Completed:8
Can I really do this?
My friend Kathy (total rockstar when it comes to getting me motivated by the way) mentioned her love/hate relationship with running (she is planning a half marathon in November). I don't have a love/hate relationship with running; I have a hate/could care less relationship with running. I also have a hate/could care less relationship with my weight right now too.
In a random rummage (yes, alliteration!) through some pictures last week, I came across a collage I made of my 2010/2012 weight loss journey with weight watchers. I lost a total of 47 lbs over 14 months and went down 4 dress sizes! Yes, I actually had a pair of size 8 skinny jeans...what?! When I got pregnant with the best thing that has ever happened to me and somehow gained 74 lbs. Yes, 74, there it is. I'm sure you're thinking, "wow, that's more than anyone I know." Yes, it probably is. Anyway, I saw what I looked like in February 2011 and it wasn't just the number on the scale that I mourn. My neck and face were thinner. My pants didn't leave painful creases in my belly. I did not perpetually pull my shirt down over my butt hoping to make it look smaller. I did not have constant rashes and chaffing in multiple places. I did not worry if the yucky sweaty smell was coming from me. I wanted to go swimming. My wardrobe was larger simply because I had more shopping options. I didn't get that look from Mike or anyone else every time I treated myself to a cinnamon roll...mostly because I had no desire to eat them. My back did not hurt every time I walked, sat down, or stood up.
What if something could change? I'm not making huge claims and stating the "here's where it all changes" promise because it is very likely knowing me and my apathy that I may do nothing. But, what if I could. Kathy's honest and transparent struggle with her weight loss makes me feel like I'm not alone. The difference is that she actually tries to do something about it. Could I actually try running? Could I get off the couch? Could spend more time doing something rather than watching TV?
Here are some things that are motivating me to try (or at least think that I might):
Fat girl Running Blog- yes I am a fat girl but what if I didn't have to be?
Bob Harper is obviously doing something right. I mean look at the results he spurs people towards.
instead of the tire that falls over the pants, creates the gross sweat line, and makes my pants button dig into my belly.
What if I could just get up three times a week (having a baby to take care of isn't an excuse because I am also blessed with a husband who loves spending time with her). How do you dispel that horrible voice that says, "you cannot do this. You've tried before and you failed."
What if I could though....
In a random rummage (yes, alliteration!) through some pictures last week, I came across a collage I made of my 2010/2012 weight loss journey with weight watchers. I lost a total of 47 lbs over 14 months and went down 4 dress sizes! Yes, I actually had a pair of size 8 skinny jeans...what?! When I got pregnant with the best thing that has ever happened to me and somehow gained 74 lbs. Yes, 74, there it is. I'm sure you're thinking, "wow, that's more than anyone I know." Yes, it probably is. Anyway, I saw what I looked like in February 2011 and it wasn't just the number on the scale that I mourn. My neck and face were thinner. My pants didn't leave painful creases in my belly. I did not perpetually pull my shirt down over my butt hoping to make it look smaller. I did not have constant rashes and chaffing in multiple places. I did not worry if the yucky sweaty smell was coming from me. I wanted to go swimming. My wardrobe was larger simply because I had more shopping options. I didn't get that look from Mike or anyone else every time I treated myself to a cinnamon roll...mostly because I had no desire to eat them. My back did not hurt every time I walked, sat down, or stood up.
What if something could change? I'm not making huge claims and stating the "here's where it all changes" promise because it is very likely knowing me and my apathy that I may do nothing. But, what if I could. Kathy's honest and transparent struggle with her weight loss makes me feel like I'm not alone. The difference is that she actually tries to do something about it. Could I actually try running? Could I get off the couch? Could spend more time doing something rather than watching TV?
Here are some things that are motivating me to try (or at least think that I might):
Fat girl Running Blog- yes I am a fat girl but what if I didn't have to be?
Bob Harper is obviously doing something right. I mean look at the results he spurs people towards.
instead of the tire that falls over the pants, creates the gross sweat line, and makes my pants button dig into my belly.
What if I could just get up three times a week (having a baby to take care of isn't an excuse because I am also blessed with a husband who loves spending time with her). How do you dispel that horrible voice that says, "you cannot do this. You've tried before and you failed."
What if I could though....
7.05.2012
7.04.2012
First fourth of July adventures
Today was Kenzie's first Fourth of July. It came complete with 2 patriotic outfit changes, bathtub painting, and her first handprint flag (I say first bc it is likely that she will make another).
Until next year...
Until next year...
Bathtub paints
I totally saw this idea on pinterest bit had to modify the recipe some do here is what I did.
In a bowl combine:
2 tbsp cornstarch
1/2 of a 1/4 cup of baby shampoo (I say that bc I can't guarantee it was really 1/8 cup)
1 tsp water
Mix in a bowl and pour into ice cube tray (or individual bowls)
Add 3 drops of food coloring to each and stir (I used a chopstick)
Since its just shampoo, it is supposed to rinse clean away. I'll post later after Kenzie's bath to see how it goes
In a bowl combine:
2 tbsp cornstarch
1/2 of a 1/4 cup of baby shampoo (I say that bc I can't guarantee it was really 1/8 cup)
1 tsp water
Mix in a bowl and pour into ice cube tray (or individual bowls)
Add 3 drops of food coloring to each and stir (I used a chopstick)
Since its just shampoo, it is supposed to rinse clean away. I'll post later after Kenzie's bath to see how it goes
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