::holds breath::

So, there is a chance I can go out with my husband to Chico (there's a lot of back story and if you haven't been vented to yet, consider yourself lucky...)!

Because I am the office assistant I might HAVE to go out there. Right now my mgr. is "crunching the numbers" to see what the best plan of action will be. I already know- let me go. He's just lame. Haha.

I hope I can go, I hope I can go, I hope I can go....

(sorry if this left a lot of people confused, I have tried not to complain too much about the situation, so that means... no blogging on it heh.)

It's normal to freak out a little.
It's OK to feel alone.
It's nothing unexpected when you panic and worry.

It's just three weeks until you go home.
There is so much to do but no one to help (or so it feels).
It's OK to be afraid you can't do it yourself.

But you can. I know it.
You really are not alone.
You are not alone.

That is why others aren't reacting.
It's not because they don't care.
It's not because you are over reacting.
It's just because things are alright.

You are good. You are fine.
You are fine.

Breaking Dawn

PERFECT.



the end

Figures...

So, I finished my essay and turned it in (via email). I was definitely proud of myself... even though I wanted it done by the end of July, early August isn't that bad.

Well... I emailed it and instantly received an response. My coordinator is out of the office until the 14th!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhahahahaahAHAHAHAHA

::pants, catches breath::

Got. To. Love. That. Irony.

Here I was all worried I was getting it in too late. Well... screw that, I'm going to play some Ratchet and Clank now. Pffft.

::sigh::

What am I doing writing this blog instead of finishing my essay?

What am I doing instead of getting rid of this plight called school?

I. Am. Procrastinating.


I hate school. It's not even that hard, but I still hate it.

Find a Happy Place

Think of home. Your real home.

Think of comforting futures. Think of diligence, decency, respect.

Sit still for a moment. Close your eyes and take a long deep breath.

Open your eyes. You can still see.

Understand that it will work out for the best. It always does when you keep your head held high. Keep your thoughts half full. Keep the negative in perspective and don't let it overwhelm your senses.

You can see. You can hear. You can taste and smell. Most of all- you can feel.

Feel the wave of change starting slow at first, then building as it gets closer to your shore, and when it breaks you will be ready. You will hold strong against the crash upon your chest. You will not fall.

You will stand.

Take a deep breath.

You will stand.

The End of the World for my Two Year Old

Sibby, Trevor's beloved stuffed dog, lost his mouth string today. It's been dangling off for about 4 months now- and I am surprised it took this long.

I put T down for his nap like usual, and an hour later I heard him yell something and start crying (quite out of the ordinary). I went into the room and there he was, tears filling his eyes, saying, "Sibby mouth trash, Sibby mouth trash throw away...".

He was truly very upset that Sibby had lost his mouth and was devastated by having to throw the string away. I tried my best to comfort him, but the tears kept coming, and he kept saying, "Sibby mouth, Sibby mouth...".

It was sad for me, I didn't know what to do! I tried to explain how we could give him a new mouth when we got home, and how Sibby isn't in pain, but it just seemed to make things worse. I know he will get over it, and right now he is sleeping peacefully in the room- no doubt holding his Sibby as close as he can.

He cares so much. It's awesome.