A momentous occasion, obviously. Dear Menomonie - Thank you for not calling me to sub today, and therefore giving me the time to sleep in & power through these applications. Dear Raw Deal - Thank you for providing my caffeine for the day. For free. Also, thank you for the free smells of your fresh roasting beans. Dear good morning breakfast bowl - You gave me the energy to make it through.You also made me feel like a legit hippie because you included chia, flax, and my homemade yogurt. #veganlife #eatingburgerstonight. Dear Sam - Even though I make fun of your English nerdiness on the daily, I appreciate that you correct my verb tenses. #hashave #whocares I also feel the need to thank Jared for the espresso candies & Sriracha chickpeas. GOTTA HAVE MORE.
P.S. Shoutout to mah girls Adele, Florence, Neko, and (as much as I hate to admit it) Selena. Y'all have gotten me through it all this winter. #winners
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Dear succulents - I'm sorry I killed you again, but this does happen every winter. You think I'd be prepared, but yet you have broken my heart once again. Dear Holland - You had a nice big "O" on your face when we walked into the Coffee Grounds today. It was nice to feel so loved like that. Your Charlie Brown Christmas shirt was the absolute shiz, rock it gurl. Dear Neighbors Downstairs - Your music has kept me awake not only past 10:00pm, but past 11:00pm. If this sickness ends up being a thing, I will smash your speakers with a hammer. Only kidding! At least your noise gave me the motivation to get out of bed and write a four-page paper during the night. It's like I'm a real live college student! (T-minus 1 week until official gradumacation.) Dear Hubband - Tonight I failed at: letting you know what was upsetting me, keeping my freezing cold feet to myself, and snuggling you as we went to bed. Thanks for choosing me and loving me anyway. You are my favorite.
P.S. Today I had spidey mom-senses and knew one of my kiddos had a fever without even touching his forehead. I'm a ninja-teacher. Dear Blog - As you continue to looker shinier and more hip-like, I never want to forget my roots. I love where this blog started, and I never want to stray from my original intent. I am here to provide a simple and sincere account of MY life. This isn't about the awesome blogger who got me started or the cool moms who teach me that the solution to everything is always baking soda. (It actually isn't always... so, maybe just follow the recipes and that'd be safer.) This is about who I am, what I am learning, what I love to pursue, and who I am growing to be. Dear Self - You are twenty-two years old and a 4-month-old wife. Stop expecting yourself to be more. 4-month-old babies are just learning how to roll over, so don't expect yourself to be walking, talking, and cutting out paper Santas like the 5-year-olds. Dear Day Off - Thank you for giving me an excuse to sit in my jammies past 9am, apply for substitute teaching for 2 districts in 1 day, and still have time to eat bacon wrapped venison with my Habibi. Dear Shmu - Come home soon, love. I miss you squashing my ribs in the middle of the night as you pull me towards your side of the bed. T-minus one more day until we are breaking it down gangle-style on the dance floor.
P.S. Expect many more posts about mindfulness to come. Here is an article to get you started. >> How to Slow Down Time. |
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