Sunday, January 30, 2011

The Warrior Within

So my resolve to write at least three times a week has been...ahem...a little on the anemic side. That is, unless you count writing notes on peoples' papers that read along the general lines of "once more, with feeling...." Sadly, I am suffering from the same writing issues as the kids I teach; I am woefully tired of working on anything. And yet I shall muster up the strength to go on....

*cue the Rocky theme song*

But I am not here to write about the grammatical horrors I face on a daily basis. Oh no! I'm not here to tell you about the time I fended off over fifty comma splices and various misuses of the word "their", "there", and "they're" armed with just a purple-inked pen (I say "purple-inked" because in today's society, apparently grading with the red pen and proverbially "bleeding" all over papers is said to give our dear children anxiety--*eye roll*)!

I am here to tell you about the Warrior Dash. Yes, friends, I have been conned into participating in a Warrior Dash up in Conroe, Texas in March, and after allowing myself to get pep-talked into it by my friends and husband, I will be suiting up in my nastiest clothes I can possibly dredge out of the closet and ruining a pair of Nikes all in an insane attempt to be deemed fit to be called a "warrior."

Allow me to explain how stupid I am.

I have agreed to run a 3 mile obstacle course which is so challenging that almost every part is named after the devil, hell, or some cutesy reference to Texas. First, I will run through the "Texas Tornado". Sounds adorable, doesn't it? Next up? "Knee High Hell". Oh fabulous.

Get a load of these names: Hay Fever, Rio Run, Sand Trap, Hell's Hill, Satan's Slope, Cargo Climb, Muddy Mayhem, Deadweight Drifter, and my personal favorite--the "Warrior Roast", where we run (do NOT walk!) through fire. I'm particularly nervous about the fire part, having lived through a traumatic dormitory experience involving a candle and a hunk of my hair. I will forever remember the smell of my own singed eyebrows.

Nevertheless, I have agreed to try to prove myself worthy. The lure? Not the approval of my friends, as one might think. Though I am a prime candidate for peer pressure based on an inherent need to be included in almost everything. Not even for bragging rights--even though I will most definitely brag a bit if I can finish this thing. No no no.

I'm in for the fuzzy warrior helmet.

So come March, be looking for the picture of me in this little beauty.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

The Newest Addition to the Nest



My brother, Ryan, and his wife Ashley officially embarked upon parenthood January 4, at 2:31 p.m. He was 5 lbs 11 oz, and all of them are doing well.

Welcome to the Cuckoo's Nest, Baby Blaise! I hope they are prepared for the lumpy, poorly crocheted creations I intend to lovingly send them thorughout the coming years.

Oh yeah, and the doody diapers, and the crying. I hope they are prepared for those things, too.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

This New Year...

I have a student name by the name of "Nguyen" who is, quite frankly, pretty awesome. One of those kids who is focused, well-rounded, and is respected and well-liked by all of her teachers as well as peers. At the beginning of the year, each student had to do a project in which they identified their personal theme, or motto. Hers was "In it to Nguyen it." How awesome is that?

I was relating this to some friends at a New Year's get together last night, when the hostess said, "I love that. I love mottos. Like mine, 'Go big or go home.' What would yours be?"

And that's when I realized (yet another) one of my flaws. I have never identified my own personal motto. I still can't. When confronted with the question I realized how quickly I had passed this assignment on to others, but had never deemed it worthy of my own personal consideration. And not because I don't think it worthy, but really because it is just too hard to commit myself to one motto. I just haven't figured it out.

So that's one of my resolutions this year. By the end of 2011 I will determine what my motto for life is. I'm not in a hurry, but I do want to give it some serious consideration.

As for the rest of my new year, I have reflected on what I need to accomplish for myself. I will resolve to do the following in order to be a better person, wife, a friend:

1) I will work out three times a week.
2) I will pick myself up and dust myself off EVERY TIME I NEED TO with as much humor and grace that I can possibly muster.
3) I will make time to write at least three times a week.
4) I will show Joe how much I love him on a daily basis (besides just telling him).
5) I will be more positive, and complain less. Let's face it, it's time to make the best of whatever bad circumstances I perceive, and make all efforts to move forward from them.

And ULTIMATELY I will figure out my personal motto.