Confessional.

I love cokes. Remember that Weight Loss 101 post I wrote a while back? Yeah? Remember how I advised yall to give up cokes because they were empty calories? Yeah... I did give them up for a year. Then I re-discovered them. Oh boy. I love each and every one of those 150 calories. Liquid gold. Absolutely. Dr Pepper is good in the morning at work, with a Healthy Choice lunch, with an afternoon snack, or at suppertime! It's horrible. and I KNOW they're awful for me. I just can't stop. While I'm confessing, I'll admit the truth: I don't care. They taste good, and that's all that matters.


I don't care what your advice is concerning when M and I should start our family. Please don't give it to me. Whether you're up for us starting our family now or waiting until my eggs have cobwebs, I don't want your advice. Really. Maybe I don't want to go skydiving, travel to the depths of an exotic rain forest, or climb Mount Everest. Maybe my dreams are to be a Proverbs 31 Woman, which includes being a mommy! Just maybe. Also, being a career-driven woman is not in my priorities. Work does not drive me. It never has, and it never will. There are more important things in life than getting a big, fat paycheck. Investing in lives, for example, ranks higher on my list.


I strive to be the best in my class. This is one I'm embarrassed to admit. I love outdoing everyone in class. It's horrible. It's not so much that I-want-an-A-and-I'll-do-whatever-it-takes-to-get-it. It's more of an I-want-the-HIGHEST-grade-in-the-class. Honestly, it all boils down to the fact that I thrive off of praise. Some kids are like that. I'm one of them. You know, the kind that don't need a sucker for doing well on a test, but a good, honest "GREAT JOB!!" makes me beam.. ? That's me. I was like that as a kid, and I'm still like that today. I won't go into details of how I painted an entire poster of the water cycle for a teeny, tiny project. That would be absurd. But you get the idea. I'm an overachiever, and I love it. On a side note: I was NOT like this when I was a nursing major. I was the opposite, in fact. It was so hard - I would be thankful for a C! But now that I'm in special ed, and it's INSANELY easy, I love to be over-the-top. And, yes, that does include buying $8 cartoon school paper from Staples to make projects stand out. Ahem.


I am constantly thinking about my blog. I'm sure a lot of you struggle with this as well. I'm going about my day like a regular, sane adult. But in the back of my mind, I'm thinking "Is this blog material?" I'm also constantly scanning my short term memory for Not Me moments. Sometimes I live my life through blog moments. Each time I see my nephews, I generally have my camera out. This equals a lot of pictures. As yall know. I'm waiting for the PERFECT moment, the PERFECT picture, or the PERFECT story to post on my blog. Obsession? Why, yes... It is!



The other day, I accidentally called my nephew C. In real life. He was watching Max & "Ruvy" (Ruby). Glued to the television. Who can blame him? It was the Easter special. I was behind him & waiting to get him into the car. That's when I accidently shouted "C!!" ... Obviously, he didn't turn around. His name ISN'T a letter. Oopsie. I'll try to not let that happen again... A good aunt calls her nephews by their names, not by a letter.



I'm doing a lot better now that I can talk to M - pretty much whenever I want. Did you know that M and I text practically the whole day? Hallelujah for unlimited text!! We can also send pictures! While *I* think he is looking rather malnourished, he thinks he hasn't changed one bit! It's such a luxury for us to talk to one another. We really think it's the coolest thing ever that we can talk to our spouse! Let me tell you, nightly dates online really keep the romance alive! If you want to spice up your marriage, be separated for a while. That'll really get things rockin! ..You may thank me later for this little piece of advice!



I love eating fattening food. Since M left in January, I have re-discovered calories. I love them. Mexican calories. Japanese calories. Fast food calories... you name it! The good news is: You don't/can't gain weight if you're depressed. Didja know? I guess it's God's little way of compensating for yucky situations. Ha. Just kidding. But really. I've been eating like a little piglet, but I haven't gained an ounce.


I wish I could temporarily quit school. For serious. I am sooo over school. You have no idea. Unless you're in my block at school, then you understand. The only thing I've learned all year is how to administer the Woodcock Johnson. That's it. I really need a break. a LONG break. I'm not looking forward to transferring colleges. It will be terrible. It's a long story, but my current college is the only college in the state that certifies in ALL areas and ALL ages of special ed with ONE degree. What does this mean? I'm going to be in trouble when I transfer - my next college will probably only certify in ONE area, such as Learning Disability. Yuck. It's going to be a mess.



But I know that all of you can't wait to follow me through that mess.
It will be a fun journey.
I promise.