Saturday, January 29, 2011

Photo Friday 2011- Week 4

So, yes, technically it's Saturday.

Yesterday was so busy for me that I completely forgot to post a picture for this week! This week's theme is "tired." I don't know about you but nothing makes me more tired that a hot summer day of swimming and playing in the sun.

This photo was taken with my iPhone during the summer of 2010. I took my niece and nephew swimming, and neither of them stayed awake on the ride home.

This is the face of a tired boy!

Check out Trina's blog for more Photo Friday posts!

Thursday, January 27, 2011

How Do You Sleep?

Lately, I find myself thinking, dwelling on all the things wrong with the world. I read the New York Times and find an article about the latest suicide bombing or watch the local news and hear about a another man murdering his own father. My initial thought is, "That's terrible...killing innocent people. How do they sleep at night?"

It's so easy to find faults in others. In fact, it seems that I've spent 25 years perfecting the habit.

I read a quote today that made me think a little deeper, a little more personal.

“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel”. -Maya Angelou

Are there people who are sitting at home right now, brooding over how I've treated them in the past. Is there someone less than 5 miles away holding in bitterness because of something I've done? 

GASP! Could there soon be a scathing blog post about moi

The older I get, the more comfortable I am with myself. I know that I'm not perfect (I know, I's shocking!), but I know that I am a work in progress. I am slightly anti-social, practical, and hopelessly obsessive-compulsive, but I'm living in the present.

 The past is behind me, and it can't be changed. All that matters is that I handle things the best way I can; I must make the most of the life I have before me. 

 "For Attractive lips, speak words of kindness. 

 For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people. 
 For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry. 
 For beautiful hair, let a child run their fingers through it once a day. 
 For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone. 
 People, more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed. Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms. 
 As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself and the other for helping others." 

For those of you wondering, "How does she sleep at night?"

On my side, curled up with my dog, and the duvet pulled up over my head.       :)

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

What's in a Name?

Blog challenge, Day 2

Where did the name "Sweet May" come from?

Lots of places!

The hubs and I were married on May 5, 2007.

Our dog's name is Maggie May.

And our first home was on a street called May.

Also, I love the newness of spring. May is a beautiful time of gets warmer, flowers bloom, and birds fly. The reference to May is something that reminds me of many happy things in my life. 

Monday, January 24, 2011

10 Facts About Me

Blog Challenge- Day 1

As part of the blog challenge, I've been charged with listing 10 interesting facts about myself. I'm not very interesting, but here goes nothing...

1. I love snow. Seriously...most people are longing for summer by the middle of January, but I'm still relishing winter. I should probably move to the Northeast to enjoy a real winter.

2. I was born 2 1/2 months early. As a result, I only weighed 2 pounds and 5 ounces.

3. I'm a little bit OCD, but you wouldn't know it from looking at my house. I've usually got books lying around everywhere, but my work papers and school junk are impeccable.

4. When eating a sandwich, I hold my pinky up in the air.

5. I have never been able to do a cartwheel.

6. I really like birds and all the things they represent, but I'm a little scared of them.

7. I'm a complete homebody. It makes me very happy to relax at home with the hubs and the pets. Throw in a good book or a movie, and I'm in heaven.

8. I went to the same school district from kindergarten through graduation. I am very thankful for the consistency!

9. I have wanted to be a teacher since I was a child. (Although, when I was 5, I did tell my parents I wanted to be a Sonic car-hop. I mean, how cool are the skates?!)

10. I love, Love, LOVE hot tea. In fact, I think a good cup of tea could cure almost anything. I could definitely be British.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Photo Friday 2011- Week 3

So...this week's theme for Photo Friday is "Macro." For those of you (like me!) who don't know what macro means, the gist of it is "up close." I had a really hard time trying to decide what I wanted to photograph. I tried to snap a picture of the cat, but he kind of hates me and wouldn't cooperate. Then I tried taking a shot of my "just arrived" teacher license (yay!), but it just wasn't coming together like I wanted. Finally, I decided to put my wedding rings with some sand and seashells from my honeymoon. I loved the results!

Check out Trina's blog for more Photo Friday fun!

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Why Can't We Be Friends? I'll Tell Ya...

 Mama's Losin' It
Mama Kat posted an amazing prompt this week...10 Reasons I Could Never Be Friends With...Insert Name Here. I couldn't really think of just one person, so I decided to do a few reasons for a few people.

I don't really like anything about her, but for the sake of the prompt, I'll be more specific. 

 She was only a child but managed to dress like a 30 year old hooker. 

She's shorter than me (which is freakishly short), but she's taller than me due to the hair that undoubtedly will survive the apocalypse. 

He wears more make-up than I do. Enough said.

I just can't escape the couch-jumping. 

I love Will Ferrell movies. I couldn't be friends with him, though.

1. Every time we were together, I would request "more cowbell."

2. I would mistake him for the creepy hobo down the street.

3. He's got some stomach issues...

4. He wears tights...unapologetically.

5. His mustache intimidates me. 

These people are all DYING to meet me, though. I'm just that irresistible. 

Winter on May

Most of the winters here are mild. Last winter, though, was a dream come true. For me, anyway. While a lot of people long for warm sunshine and 80 degree temps, I am perfectly happy with the winter chill. Christmas 2009 was the first Christmas I can remember with snow. The hubs and I enjoyed every second!

Yes, the sunlight was blinding!

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Like a Child

I have a confession...I hold grudges. There, I said it. (Insert sigh of relief.) Without going into a lot of detail, here are some of the things I'm having a tough time with right now:

  • People are verbally attacking my family. Whether it's in the name of "friendship" or the "Christian spirit," I don't know. The point is, there are better ways to address someone's shortcomings.
  • I'm struggling to find friends who are real rather than looking out for themselves. 
  • A man I went to church with has been arrested for crimes against a child. Enough said.
As a Christian, I know well that the world is filled with evil and meanness. That doesn't make it any easier. I'm struggling with how to forgive, how to love, how to trust. Is it possible to move on from changes that are so devastating? In a book that I've been reading, I came across a passage that just clicked

"But a child, so recently come into the world from the void of creation, can be more resilient than the strongest man, more strong willed than the hardiest woman. A child is like an early spring bulb that carries all the resources needed within its skin for the fist push through soil towards the sun. And just as a little bit of water can start the bulb to grow, even through fissured rock, so can a little kindness give a child the ability to push through the dark."
-Kathleen Kent, The Heretic's Daughter

I need to be more childlike. I need to trust intelligently, forgive endlessly, and love unconditionally. It's easier said than done, but my goal is to get to the sun. If you're a praying person, say a prayer for me. I need all the help I can get!

Friday, January 14, 2011

Photo Friday 2011- Week 2

Last October, the hubs and I spent a weekend in Hot Springs. It was beautiful there! The best part was that we stayed at a bed and breakfast, so our mornings were really relaxed. I just love that feeling! Both days we stayed at the Williams House Inn, the service was amazing, the bed was comfy, and the food was yummy.

This week's theme for the Photo Friday Project is "breakfast." I'm not much of a morning person, so I'm not a breakfast-y person either. Sometimes, though, it's nice to sit back and enjoy a warm breakfast with the morning light creeping in through the window.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

He Surprises Me

This guy makes me smile. He's super sweet and considerate. Sometimes...he's surprises me. Without letting me in on it, he bought be a complete set of the Harry Potter books...HARDCOVER! (I know, I know...I'm nerdy!)

At that moment, my heart melted, and I turned into a big pile of mush. I always joke about the hubs being predictable, but sometimes he surprises me.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

The Call

This morning...the phone rang. Early (and by early, I mean before 9 AM). I managed to grab the phone in my sleepy stupor and quickly shook off the early-morning raspy voice when I saw who was calling. It was the number of a local middle school. 

The assistant principal called to ask if I would be interested in subbing for 3 (three! trois! tres!) weeks. One of the 8th grade teachers had to have an emergency appendectomy and will not be able to work for three more weeks. Enter Mrs. Trent. 

I start tomorrow morning, and I could not be happier! Say a little prayer for me!

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Photo Friday 2011- Week 1

This year, I'm going to try a new project! I'll be posting a photo each Friday that fits a certain theme. I'm linking up with Trina...stop by sometime and check out her blog!

This week's theme is "cold," so I'm posting a picture from last winter. Enjoy!

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Practical Dreams

“If you want to make your dreams come true, the first thing you have to do is wake up.” ~J.M. Power

I'm linking up with Mama Kat again. Sigh. She makes me think too much sometimes. 
Mama's Losin' It

As a teenager, I had dreams. As I dreamt, those dreams transformed into plans. There was never any question of whether or not they would come true. I would go on with my business, and everything would fall into place. My life was just that magical. 

It was all decided, by myself, of course. I would be the first person in my family to graduate college. My parents would be proud of me, and I would be proud of me. The dreams continued. I would go to college, where I would have a full scholarship, quickly become best friends with my roommates, and charm all of my professors with my intelligence and wit, while still achieving top marks. This is what I had imagined since junior high. 

By my senior year of high school, those dreams were about to become a reality. I had accepted a full scholarship to a college two hours from home. Even better, they wanted me to be a part of the Honors College! I was off to a great start before even walking onto the campus. Graduation came and went, and I began to get everything ready for the big move. By August, I was set to conquer the university. 

My roommates and I got along, and my professors didn't hate me. Not bad, but not up to the standards I had set for myself. I was not the girl who would throw herself into the typical college lifestyle of partying. I didn't skip classes. I didn't spend my nights getting drunk. Instead, I went to class and rushed back to the safety of my dorm when class was over. I spent my nights on the phone with my parents, boyfriend, or anyone who reminded me of home. By the end of my first year, I was relieved. I knew it wasn't my best effort, but I would be ready to conquer everyone and everything during my sophomore year. Then I got the letter. My grades had slipped below the requirements to keep my Honor's College scholarship. They didn't want me anymore. Dread consumed me. I could have gone back...but I would have been in a different house, with new roommates, apart from my Honor's buddies. Instead of facing everyone who deserved an explanation, I ran. My dreams were shattered, and I was a failure. I closed my eyes and ran in an entirely different direction. 

I returned home, all the while pretending I was fine and cursing myself, the judgmental professors, the ridiculous requirements, and even the disgusting dorm shower. I spent the next 3 years being a nanny and working at a bank. I even got married, and we bought our first home. Something was still missing. I realized that my dreams hadn't died just because I was still sulking. There was still something I had to do. The hubs (God love him!) supported me (literally and figuratively) when I decided to go back to school. It took 3 very long years of odd jobs and cranky customers and 3 more years of college, but in December, I graduated with a degree in history. 

I accomplished my goal...I graduated from college, just not quite like I had imagined. There was no weeping or shedding of tears when I left. No professors ran to me to declare their admiration for my many accomplishments. And that's okay.  

"Dream in a pragmatic way."
-Aldous Huxley

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Happy New Year!

I have my first gray hair.

Nice start, 2011. Looks like I need a hair appointment...soon!

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