Spelling Tuesday

My hubby just got offered a position on a tactical team (SWAT)! I am so proud of him. He had to work really hard just to be considered, and then he has trained with them on various days off for two years now! He will do such a good job for them. People always ask me if him being on the team makes me nervous. I say, not more nervous than what he is doing now. At least when he is on the team he will sort of know what he is going into on a call, and he will have a plan, and he will be HEAVILY armed, and he will have a bunch of other guys going in there with him. As apposed to what he does now- pulling over random cars, sometimes all by himself. He could be pulling over a car full of armed felons! You just never know with car stops. The only thing I am not too excited about is that they work nights occasionally, and I hate that. But I will sacarafice that to watch my honey get his dream! Go Caleb!

Okay, so I was working the Bri dal Fair yesterday, and of course, it got me to thinking all about when I first got engaged, and I realised I had never blogged that particular story, so here goes. Let's travel back in time- November of 2001. Caleb and I had been dating on and off for about two and a half years. We had talked about getting married some, but not enough that I was all that suspicious when he said that he was comming to Kansas City to visit me over Thanksgiving Break. He spent that friday morning playing pool with my Dad, which I didn't find out of the ordinary, cause they do that, but apparently he was asking if he could marry me. My dad said, "Are you sure you want to do that? She is really high maintience." Thanks dad. Anyways, when they emerged from the basement, Caleb told me that he had our whole day planned, and he wanted to take me out to lunch. He wanted me to get all dressed up, but I told him that all my dresses were at college! All I had brough...

I finished reading throught the bible yesterday (although you are never REALLY finished, are you?) It took me one year this time. The bible is the only book you can study your whole life, and still feel like it is different every time you read it. I have beening going to church since I was an infant, and I have read the bible completely through many times, but I still come across stories every now and then, where I am like "WHAT? Where did that come from?" For example, a few weeks ago I was reading the story about these bad guys who were trying to quickly bury a body of a guy they killed. Unfortunatley for them, they picked the wrong place to dig- where the prophet Elisha was buried. As soon as they threw the corpse into the hole and it touched to bones of Elisha, it sprung to life! Wow, I bet those guys were surprised. And it kind of makes you think, what was the point of that miracle? There was really no warning, no message. I think God and Elisha were just screwing with th...

Caleb and I went to take maternity pictures today. Yesterday I went out and bought two new outfits, that I think looked as good as can be expected. And then today, I went to Kohls to have my makeup done. It looked a little hookery, but photographed pretty well. Overall, I think the pictures turned out pretty good, and the package we got had TONS of them, so be prepared to recieve one. Ha.

Why is it that when you are just trying to relax at the pool, tread water, get some exercise, all the children in the pool are drawn to you like a magnet? I try to go to the quiet end of the pool- no kids are around, and instantly, they get out, and run to the part of the pool I am in and jump right on my head! Ahh well. It is still better than teaching summer school! He he.

A day in the life... Current mood: content 6:00 am- Eyes fly open and heart races, as I look over at the clock. Then I remember, there is NOTHING I have to do today! Woo Hoo! Roll over and go back to sleep. 9:00 am- Guess I better get up, eat breakfast, spend some time reading my bible. 10:00 Head for the pool. On a great day, I am the only person there. Most days there are a few families, which is ok. I try to exercise, but I am really a terrible swimmer, so I mostly jog/walk back and forth, tread water, and hold on to the edge of the pool and kick. Swimming is the only exercise I can do these days that doesn't a) make me have to pee b) make me totally out of breath or c) make me look totally rediculous (until I get out of the pool of course!) 11:00-12:00 work on the tan. Read a book by the pool. I may be fat, but at least I will be brown! 12:00-1:00 go home and eat lunch. 1:00-2:00 clean the house. This has it's own set of preggo challenges. For example, getting clothes out o...

HELLS TO THE NO!!!! Haha. Summer school is over, and I am doing the happy dance! Teaching has taught me a lot. Hopefully it will make me a better parent, more patient, with eyes in the back of my head. Hopefully it will make me more sympathic to my own children's teachers, and cut them some slack every now and then. But mostly it has taught me that this job SUCKS. You have to be completely mental to want to teach Kindergarten for the rest of your life! So now I can kick back, relax, and grow a human in peace. Poor kid is probably scared to come out ("My mom sounds grouchy, and I have WAY too many brothers and sisters!!!) And when people ask me what I do for a living, I can say "I own my own business, and work as an event planner", to which NO ONE will reply "oh, that sounds so fun! You must just play play dough and finger paint all day long!"