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| Who was I kidding? Turning cool? Not in Savannah! It's back to 70 today. I was also wrong about the parents. They want to fight the same fight over and over again. I'm done fighting. Both of us are trying to convince each other that the other one is wrong. Not going to happen. Sometimes parents don't know how to back off.
I just got a new pair of P.J.'s. I LOVE that feeling of getting into a new pair of pajamas. You know a cute pair. Not just some boxer shorts and t-shirt with stains on it. They look like "old man" pajamas, but they have this adorable pattern on them. What fun. I need to go home and take a nap......actually I NEED to go home and go running, but what I will probably do is go home and take a nap.  | | |
| Wow, it has been quite a while since I last wrote. Work can be tough. I teach at two schools. One is located in a lower income section of town while the other is located near the more afluent section of town. I have tough kids over at the first school and come home exhausted after a day of teaching them, but I think I am slowly getting the hang of things.
Dealing with family is alway fun. My parents seem to be okay with things that are going on. I finally just had to become completely independant of them and plan my own wedding.
On a lighter note, I was thrilled this week when it turned cool. This probably won't last long, and I will be back to wearing t-shirts, but it is a welcomed change to our humid days in Savannah. I can think of nothing I like more than the Fall. Fires burning, marshmellows roasting, and pumpkin lattes from Starbuck. I don't patron Starbucks often due to the fact that their coffee now costs more than I usually spend on a lunch, but this Fall I will have to make exceptions.
Ah, I hear the sound of air breaks which means the busses are lining up outside the school. Off to bus duty. | | |
| So much has happened in a month, I would be typing for hours to write it all here. Let's just say I haven't talked to my parents in about two weeks or so. I've lost track. I love being on my own. I got my first full time paycheck yesterday, and who knew that paying bills could give you such a good feeling. The thought of not stressing out over the bills that needed to be paid this month was so incredible. I paid them all early this month to go ahead and get it over with. Click, click, click went the keyboard as I paid all my bills online. I'm sure budgeting for an entire month will be hard, but the check was nice. =)
Live is changing for the better. Money struggles are coming to an end, and Denny and I are doing quite well despite my struggles with my parents. It's always hard to break away from your parents, but this is the only way that they will treat me as an adult and not a 10 year old. For once in my life they don't know where I am and where I am going every second of every day. I can't believe I let this go on for so long. I am 23 and should have dealt with this a while ago. I find joy and peace in knowing that God has given me the opportunity to do the one thing that I love to do. I get to go to work and not feel like I am working. I get paid to do what I love, and I am truly blessed. | | |
| Right now I feel like being like a little kid and telling my fiance, "I don't like you anymore!" It's stupid really, but he wasn't being very nice today for some reason. I started New Teacher Inducation Institute today which is one long week of boring seminars. Yuck! They have me stuck with all the early childhood classroom teachers, and a lot of what they talk about doesn't apply to an Art teacher. There's some good info, but I don't really need to hear about the new Language Arts standards. At any rate Denny acts like that since I'm not helping him anymore this Summer that I'm just not doing anything. HELLO! I'm working here! 8:00 - 3:30! Come on! Boys! You can't live with them you can't live without them! And yet, I still love him. | | |
| My mother has officially gone overboard on the wedding. I feel like she is more consumed with this wedding than I am. If there were a show called Momzillas rather than Bridezillas, she'd be on there. The problem is that she's a teacher and has nothing better to do with her days off right now than to ponder every little detail of my wedding. I'll be quite happy when she goes back to school. At least part of her day will be filled with something constructive! I'd like for one day to go by without a conversation about November 19, 2005. I don't want to turn into the girl who says on her wedding day, "We should have just eloped". I need some space from her planning! She's driving me nuts! | | |
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