Monday, December 14, 2009

Last week of school

This week is going to be soooo long. I have so much going on. The snow day really threw a curve in most of my classes so I have a TON of work to do. I have 3 tests, a comp. problem, a paper, and a take home test to get done. I also have to work 8 shifts this week between the three jobs and go out of town this weekend for Matt's family Christmas. uggghhhh.....yikes. As my dad says..."you're blessed to be stressed". I am just very blessed right now.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

"Don't Cry Over Spilt Milk"

If there is one thing I have learned in my short twenty two years, it's "Don't Cry over Spilt Milk". I remember family members and friends saying this to me when I was younger, but I don't think it ever really clicked in my head. I used to get so worked up all the time and get cery upset about little things that never really seemed to matter. It seemed to important to me what I looked like, if my hair was perfect, or if my oufit matched just right. I would take everything so personally and become very emotional and care too much about what other people thought. One could say I in fact did, "cry over spilt milk".

It sounds like such an easy thing to do. "Don't cry over spilt milk". Don't worry about things that aren't really important. How does one know what is important to worry over and what isn't? It takes life lessons and maturity to learn what is really important and what isn't.

Don't cry over spilt milk means that I shouldn't get upset over things that aren't improtant or don't really matter in the long run. One shouldn't worry abotu stuff they have no control over, or probably will never even happen. As I've gotten older, I have realized the things are are important to strress over, such as family, good friends, and health. What people think, if the house is totally clean, if the dishes are done, these things are not worth getting upset about, or "crying over spilt milk".

The first time I understood what this statement really meant was when my dad, a 43 year old marathong runner, in the prime of his life, nearly dropped dead of a heart attack while trotting along on his morning run. He felt great pressure in his chest and was rushed to the hospital, not returning home for 11 days. In these 11 days, seeming like 11 years, doctors discovered a "Widow's Block" in the main artery to his heart, causing him to have emergency open heart bypass surgery. My dad was in excellent health, a non smoker, with an excellent diet. It seemd the impossible was indeed possible.

So how did his happen? My dad agreed, he had in fact been one to "cry over spilt milk". My dad has a stressful job and he always seemed to bring his work home with him. Growing up, I coudl always tell when he had a bad day. He seemd grouchy, or as if he had waken up on the wrong side of the bed. I was always terrifed to tell my dad si I had done soemthing not to be so proud of, or if I made a bad mistake.

If there is one thing my dad lives his life by after his scare, it would be Don't cry over spilt milk. I can never tell if my dad had a bad day, or if he is stressed. He is always upbeat and in a great mood. He leaves his work at work, and appreciates the little things in life, keeping his eye set on waht really matters and is worth stressing his heart over. As for me, I am no longer the girl to "cry over spilt milk".

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Snowed in

I am totally snowed in my house today. I can't believe Matt made it to work at 6 am this morning. I am so glad we didn't have school, it would have been so dangerous to make the morning commute this morning. I attempted to shovel but we are so plowed in!!!! Failure!

Monday, December 7, 2009


I still have not gotten my computer back. I am VERY upset by this. WHY must this happen to me when we only have 2 weeks of school left?!?!?!?!?! I had to redue my entire research paper at my parents house...which was a nightmare because I have had it done for almost a month!!!!!!!!!! baaaah!!!!!!! The woman told me it would be done Wednesday at the latest, so when I went to pick it up Wednesday after school the lady seemed puzzled as to why I was there. She told me it was not done and that SHE would call me...probably Thursday morning she said. SHE STILL HAS NOT CALLED ME!!!!!!!!!!! It is MONDAY!!!!!!!


I have absolutely no clue what I am going to get anyone for Christmas. I have two teenage brothers and they never like what I get them...I know they probably just want money but it not gonna fly with me. I don't know what to get my mom and dad, or even my boyfriend. I just got him a tree stand so that was supposed to be his Christmas gift, but I have to get him something! We draw names on my mom's side of the family, but luckily my mom and aunt, who are the only two sisters, just buy all the gifts anyways. My mom starts shopping for my Aunt jane super early, we always make fun of her. They always pretend to be on a budget for Christmas gifts....they have no idea what a budget is. We were shopping on black Friday when I picked out a dress I really liked, and my Aunt asked how much it was, and it was a little pricey, and she told me she would get it for me but it might be my only gift! What a joke...they crack me up

Monday, November 30, 2009

Virus taking over..........

Last night I started doing homework around 5, and when I was finally finishing up around 10 with my last computer was over taken by a VIRUS!!!!!!!
I don't know what to do...I don't know anything about viruses or anything...and I was looking up a case for my civil litigation class. I really hope I can take it to the computer doctor man to fix it...hopefully it isn't that bad...I am just really worried! Do not need the added stress this week!!! GRRRRRRRR

Sunday, November 29, 2009

What I want for Christmas...

This adorable puppy is unfortunately not my puppy. I just really really want one like this for Christmas!!! Its called a morkie poo. I think it is a maltese, yorkie, and poodle cross. All I know is that it is adorable and I really want a puppy. I really miss my dog Molly. She is at my parents house and my dad will not let her come stay with me! His exact words were, "Pup is my pup! She goes where I go!"