Too Perfect

OK... so I don't normally watch the Bachelor or the Bachelorette. And that really is the truth not just me being afraid to admit that I secretly love it. However when I do get into it, I get into it. Of course I don't believe in the premise. There is no way that it can work out since these days people have the commitment level of 3 year old playing soccer. Anyway... so the bachelorette got rid of Jake this week. JAKE!! He's an adorable pilot from Dallas with a rock hard body and a great personality. He also happens to be super sweet. Jillian (the bachelorette) thinks this makes him "too perfect". Umm... hello... no such thing. If he's perfect KEEP HIM. I wish she would have just said, "I'm letting you go because I like to be treated like crap". I feel that would have been more accurate.

Side Note... if anyone happens to know this "jake" guy who lives in Dallas and flies planes... I know of a great available girl who is looking for a perfectly nice guy!

Facebook Announces its New Recycling Program

So I've been thinking how nifty facebook is lately. While my friend Angie was away in England it allowed me to see what she was up to and check out her pictures. I've been able to send out event invitations super easy, I've connected with old friends etc. Its been pretty great.

Here's what hasn't been great.... the recycling program.

There's somewhat of a phenomenon that maybe only occurs after you get past the age of 25. It generally happens after you break up with someone, someone close to you gets married, or your back up plan finds love. Its called contacting all the people that you might have had a chance with and testing the waters. This might not be such a bad thing if things had ended between you and these people amicably. If it ended in any other way.. DO NOT CONTACT these lost loves... here are a few examples.

1. If it ended by you just vanishing one day with no explanation of why...
2. If it ended with her finding out you are secretly married with children and you might have an abusive past...
3. If it ended because you were soliciting sex off the internet...

These are just a few examples, I'm sure there are many many more. I'm all for recycling in the environment, but let's recycle with caution in matters of the heart.

My Court Date

Yesterday I went to court. Here is the conversation I had with one short, bleach blond, sweaty, tatted up guy.

Guy: So what'd they get you for? Speeding?

Me: No, expired registration and inspection.

Guy: Why'd you let that happen?

Me: I don't like to deal with anything related to my car

Guy: Surely you have a boyfriend or husband that does that for you.

Me: I don't like to deal with those either.

Guy: Ah c'mon it can't be that bad.

Me: Its about 50-50 and right now is proving to be pretty bad

Guy: (not noticing that I just insulted him) I like to make new friends, maybe we could hang out and be friends?

Me: That is possible, but not really probable.

Guy: (still not noticing that I have insulted him)well maybe I can get your number or you can get mine

Me: Oh my phone just died

Guy: Well I'll get yours

Me: (reluctantly, and looking for a way out of this) ok mine is...(insert fake number)

Guy: And your name?

Me: Carrie, spelled like the movie (evil grin)

Guy: You probably just gave me the number for Jack in the Box

Me: Yes I did

Guy: (still not realizing what I have said) So what do you do for a living?

This talk went on for awhile. I was doing everything I could to avoid eye contact with him and get away from him without losing my place in line. He was standing so close to me and he touched me a couple of times. Ewww... during the course of this time, he implied that we would go out and I would beat him up, that we would have kids together, and that I need to branch out on what I watch on TV. I kept looking for someone to help me out but there was no one there that cared. One guy I think was definitely laughing, and one guy (who turned out to be someone that I knew) was laughing watching the whole thing. My only saving grace was that I was in line two people ahead of him so I took care of my stuff and RAN to my car to get out of there.

I heart the Weepies

If you haven't listened to the Weepies... do it.. do it now...

I've been listening to this song over and over... LOVE IT!!


"Take It From Me"

What can I compare you to, a favorite pair of shoes?
Maybe my bright red boots if they had wings
Funny how we animate colorful objects saved
Funny how it's hard to take a love with no sting.

But come on take it, come on take it, take it from me
But come on take it, come on take it, take it from me (we`ve got a good life).

What can I compare you to, a window the sun shines through?
Maybe the silver moon, a smile rising
The magic of the fading day, satellites on parade
A toast to the plans we've made to live like kings.

I lose my breath despite the air
When the rain falls down I give in to despair
Pink magnolia in winter she doesn't care
if you don't show up to have another cup.

What can I compare you to, when everything looks like you?
I get a bit confused with every Spring
Flowers that bloom your eyes, hummingbirds side by side
My heart won't stay entirely in this rib caging

I am proud of all my friends today...

My best friend Angie had one of her essays published online... read it... I know you'll love it.

Angie's Essay

This one is for the Moore's

Ok so I was told that I don't blog enough... so here's some interesting information.

After school I go and run on the treadmill in the gym at my apartment. Its small and there are only two treadmills. The space is kind of cramped. Its almost as if you are running on top of the person running next to you.

The past couple of times there has been a guy in there running... wearing the same red shirt every time. The first time he was in there I thought "wow I don't want to run right next to him I'll use the elliptical". So I get on the elliptical and turn it on. It asks me for my weight which I put in, then it asked for my age. Now... don't get me wrong, I love being 29, so far its been the best year ever. But, I knew this guy was watching what I'm putting in, there's a freaking mirror right in front of us. So I lied... I lied about my age on the elliptical machine. And it wasn't even a good one. I put that I was 28... whoa big difference.

So yesterday I go in to run again, and again, he's there in the SAME red shirt. So I decide to just run on the treadmill next to him. So I'm running, listening to music, running, running. I get finished, he's still running. I pick up my phone and start to walk and text at the same time and BAM I run smack into the door right in front of red-shirt guy. I hit the door so hard that my nose is actually bruised.

This leads to two questions, (1) how many people has he told about this incident? (2) does my nose stick out so far that it actually hit the door before I did?

My Marathon!!

I ran a marathon!! I RAN A MARATHON!! I just keep saying it over and over again... me, Carrie, the person who hadn't run more than a mile since probably 7th grade. It feels so great to have actually trained and had the discipline to do something that I really never thought I would do. Even during my training I had questioned whether or not I would actually do it.

So here's how my marathon week went...

Saturday before the marathon - I ran my last long run, it was just 6 miles and it felt great. I actually have started enjoying my runs... let me tell you, its all in the shoes

Sunday before the marathon - Marilee and I volunteered at the USAFit marathon. It was a great marathon deemed "Everyone's Marathon". This marathon was specially created for those that couldn't get into the Houston Marathon or couldn't finish in the six hours. it was a great day for the marathon, nice weather and great location. It was also great to see people actually finishing it really helped me start to visualize how my finish was going to be. After the marathon, Marilee and I drove the marathon route. It took FOREVER and started to make me a little nervous for this weekend.

The rest of the week I completed my timed runs and tried to calm my nerves by picturing what it would be like to finish the marathon. I pictured it over and over again.

On Wednesday, Marilee and I went to the Fort Bend Fit Pasta dinner. Time to start loading up on Carbs! Jeff Galloway was the guest speaker and after listening to him Marilee and I came up with the plan to divide the course in to 4 parts and start with 2-1 intervals then increase to 3-1, 4-1, and 5-1. The last two miles were going to be a free for all, just finish however you can.

Saturday I spent the day just getting things ready and going over the plan over and over. Hub came down at about 6pm. She came into town to watch me and Liz in the marathon. So Saturday night we watched "Run Fat Boy Run" (which wasn't as great as people said it was) and went to bed. I had a hard time sleeping. I couldn't decide if I was nervous or excited. But either way, come Sunday morning I was running :)

Hebrews 12:1 – “Let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.

Wow, so its been a long time since I've really really posted. I'm sure some of you have been missing me :)

My marathon training is coming to an end this week. On Sunday I will get up, lace up my shoes, put my hair in a ponytail and head down town with Marilee. Its been an interesting journey and I'm excited to see how it will end. Last night I sat at a dinner where THE JEFF GALLOWAY spoke about running. It was motivational to know that even he hadn't started out as a runner. These past few days every time I say "I'm not really a runner" people correct me. I guess I officially am a runner. (not a very fast one, but a runner just the same). I never would have thought that I could do this... I thought that same thing before my half marathon, before my 25k and before the 30k. I have had pain like I've never experienced before, and conversation and accountability that I can never express enough gratitude for.

So on Sunday, I will run, not because I have to or because I have something to prove, but because I can and I want to run the race marked out for me.

Thanks to Lindsy I'm blogging again!

8 Things about Me

8 TV Shows I Watch
1. 90210-new
2. The Office
3. Food Network- cake wars
4. America's Next Top Model
5. American Idol
6. Pushing Daisies
7. Friends (reruns)
8. Gossip Girl (I can't believe I'm admitting that)

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8 Favorite Restaurants
1. Ninfas
2. Campari's
3. Taco Bueno
4. Soliz
5. On The Border
6. Texas Roadhouse
7. Massa's
8. New York Pizzeria
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8 Things That Happened Today
1. I was late getting to work
2. Watched kids taking finals
3. Ate gifts brought by my students (yum)
4. Talked on Facebook ALOT
5. Planned my lessons for next semester
6. Shopped for gits online
7. Worked some actuary problems ( I was bored)
8. Partied with my cheerleaders!!!!
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8 Things I Look Forward To
1. Christmas Break!
2. Baking later tonight
3. Seeing my nieces and nephews
4. Heaven
5. Growing old with someone
6. Retirement
7. Being finished with the marathon
8. Being finished with my invisalign
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8 Things I Wish For
1. A healthy and happy family.
2. Everyone I know and don’t know to be in heaven.
3. A vacation
4. My students to do well in class
5. A million bucks
6. A date
7. Write a book
8. To develop a group for girls that travels and speaks and really reaches the heart of teenage girls
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8 People I Tag
1. Hub
2. My Brother-in-law
3. Riz
4. Krista
5. Marilee
6. Matt
7. Matt
8. Rick

Turtle Power

So I posed this question on Saturday and I had a great explanation from a friend who related it to the power rangers...

Why, on Saturday morning basic TV, do we need two episodes of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles running at the same time? Is one just not enough?

Green Day songs and Sunscreen

So my first year of teaching is almost officially over. Its crazy how fast its gone by. I am one fingerprint away from being officially certified to teach in the state of Texas (woohoo!!). So I had told my friend Joel that I would blog the whole year about my experiences... well I didn't. You have no idea what its like being a first year teacher. So in exchange for a whole year's worth of post here are the top 10 things I've learned this year.



1. I have way more patience than I thought I had.



2. All kids are great but I really like teenagers a lot more than little kids. Or maybe I can handle larger quantities of teenagers than I can little kids.



3. God is awesome. When He leads you some where He will also provide for you. I have never been so scared in my life as when I took this job but God has been with me through all of it and I've had more strength, more energy and more resources than I ever thought possible.



4. Never ask kids why they didn't do something. They didn't do it, they should apologize, end of story. Asking why just opens the door for lying and excuses.



5. Adults are just as bad as kids. We don't get our stuff in on time, we talk during meetings, and we love to be in the know about all the gossip. Apparantly you never grow out of stuff.



6. Being a coach is hard work, especially for cheerleading. I have loved being a cheerleading coach but its definitely not easy. Getting 10 girls to do the same thing at the same time is not an easy task, plus throw in some emotions, boy drama, and mood swings and it makes it that much more fun.



7. You can always do what you're doing better. I feel like I screwed up my first round of students (apparantly this is a common feeling). I do feel like I should apologize though. I know my math really well, but I didn't always convey my concepts that well... amazingly your good ideas come after you've already taught that section.



8. I work longer and harder now than I did at my last job. This can be proven by the 10 lbs I lost in my first semester of teaching as well as the fact that I can't sit down in the evenings without falling asleep (this used to not be the case). Consequently I have tried to watch Harry Potter 3 times and have never made it past the first 15 minutes (Sorry Sean)



9. I have an incredibly supportive friends. My friends came to so many scoreless football games and overhyped basketball games just to support me.

10. Its great to love what you do. I really liked being an actuary. It was ok most of the time. But I know LOVE what I do. I get up and go to work earlier than I ever did before. I feel like I get to play all day long. And now when I sit in an office for even 10 minutes, I am BORED to tears. I encourage everyone to find what they love and do it!!

Laws of gift giving for men

Some of these are great ideas. Some are a little degrading to men (i.e. the one that says "fetch" at the end) so read, enjoy and don't be offended (we as women recognize that it is somewhat offensive) :)

1. Newspaper is not wrapping paper. Neither is a plastic bag from HMV. Neither is hiding the gift behind your back.
2. Best wrapping paper: katespaperie.com.
3. When you must give gifts: anniversary, birthday, Valentine's Day, Christmas/Hanukkah.
4. When she would also like you to give gifts: Arbor Day, Flag Day, Kazakhstan Independence Day (December 16), Chester A. Arthur's birthday (October 5).
5. Flowers are not gifts. They're a garnish.
6. If you are going to buy said garnishes: roses minus the baby's breath, monochromatic tulips, orchids on the stems, eremuri, calla lilies in colors.
7. Carnations and chrysanthemums are the floral equivalent of T.G.I. Friday's.
8. A blue box from Tiffany's is the ultimate packaging, because it will make the Gift Givee squeal, " Oohh! A blue box!"
9. Addendum: Gift Giver understands that contents of said blue box must also be from Tiffany's or risk serious injury to lower part of body.
10. Practical gifts are a federal offense. You are better off giving a single leg warmer than any of the following: coffeemaker, paper shred-der, vacuum cleaner, computer, fancy pen, smoke alarm, or forklift.
11. Acronym gifts are likewise violations: CD, DVD, BSE.
12. If you don't trust your taste, buy her a service: a massage, facial, or mani-pedi. Prepay the tip.
13. You shall not willfully ignore this obvious but crucially important shortcut: Ask Gift Givee's friends and family for suggestions.
14. If you must buy your girlfriend a dress or skirt, you shall not supersize. Size down, not up. Banana Republic's size 2 is really more like a size 6 these days.
15. Pay attention to the fine print. She says: "I loved that bracelet Rachel was wearing." Your translation: "Let's have a threesome with her." Actual translation: "Buy me that bracelet."
16. Most coveted shoe brands, in descending order: Manolo Blahnik, Jimmy Choo, Via Spiga, Charles David, Nine West.
17. Giver can never go wrong with cashmere.
18. Surf and ye shall find. A few good shopping sites: uncommongoods.com, sephora.com, girlshop.com, blissworld.com, bluefly.com.
19. Try giving six wrapped wine bottles, each labeled with a watershed relationship moment: first anniversary, first baby, first house, et cetera. Open and drink when you arrive at said moments.
20. Addendum: Do not include first affair, first arrest, first divorce.
21. Avoid self-improvement gifts, even if the Givee asks for them. A book on the South Beach Diet will not get you laid.
22. When buying clothes, it's safest to stick to things that will not lead to further self-esteem issues involving the size of her body parts. Examples: hats, gloves, scarves, sarongs.
23. Don't buy lessons. Yoga sessions and pottery classes put the onus on the Givee, and no one likes an onus.
24. Snooping is not a violation; snooping is encouraged. When Givee is not home, look in her closet to see if she likes Club Monaco, J.Crew, or Chanel. If it's Chanel, quietly close the closet door and back away. You were never there.
25. Find item Gift Givee is most proud of and buy a newer, better, more expensive version of identical item. Consider: You're a basketball fan. She buys you tickets to a lacrosse game, citing the logic that it's also a game with a ball and a net. Or else she comes home with NBA playoff tickets, courtside. Which makes you happier?
26. Regarding cards: Avoid ones with jokes about her age, weight, or sexual shortcomings. Try making a card, using a color Xerox of your favorite photo of the two of you … oh, forget it. Fredflare.com or papyrusonline.com.
27. Perform due diligence. Next time your girlfriend is paging through a magazine, listen to her instead of nodding vacantly. Ask to see the item she's drooling over. Make a mental note. Fetch.

Best Six Weeks Ever

I received "Teacher of the Six Weeks"!!! I am still a little in shock and still really uncomfortable with public praise. I really honestly didn't expect it. I have to say that it seems like there are so many other people here that work way harder than I do... or maybe I just don't feel like what I do is work. Here's what I do on a given day. I get here early in the morning, get my room ready to go (feel like I'm never organized) and begin teaching people about math. My job has instant rewards... just last week a girl who was failing received an A on a test probably for the first time ever. Its nothing I did... she has a tutor now, but I was the one who got to see her face when she turned her paper over and saw her grade. My biggest issue at this school has been boys hitting on me and me having to make them go talk to the administrator to stop it. We have some good kids here at Westbury... sure they're lazy sometimes and whine sometimes but who doesn't? And I get to work with my friends. I see my good friends everyday and they are people with the same values as me that hold me accountable and spur me on to be a better person... I've never regretted quitting my job... not once. God is good and had a good plan in mind for me... I'm not sure why I ever doubted. So here's to you Westbury Christian.... you're having the best week ever.

How Long has it been?

Its been forever since I've posted a blog. Well not forever but you get the picture. So here's what's going on with me. (If anyone still reads this). I started teaching. I'm in the middle of my first year of teaching. Its been great so far. I'm finished with my certification class, and I feel so blessed to be at a christian school. Its great to be able to openly talk about God in your classes. I feel like we are able to hold our students to a higher standard and we have documentation to back us up. Also my students are great. They are genuinely good kids. Oh they talk and are late and still try to get out of their homework, but they really do show respect when its needed and they try, which is more than I can say for a lot of places. There are definitely things I don't understand here, such as how kids can just quit sports in the middle of the season without thinking about it. My parents would have never allowed that, but all in all its been good so far. Football season is about to kill. I had forgotten how much I just loved football and when kids that you love are playing it makes it all the worse. They will win, and if they don't, they have given it all they have without backing down and that makes me proud.

In other news, I'm burned out. I'm burned out on people not caring. Adults really. The singles ministry has gotten stale for me. People feel no commitment to it. People make commitments to do things and then drop them for their new boyfriend or girlfriend. And its starting to get to me. I'm starting to get bitter towards people and their choices. Consequently I'm thinking of stopping being involved in singles ministry. No one really feels likes its important so I'm not sure why I do. I really think it might be time to give it up.

So what's new with you??

The Best Laid Plans

So ... in case you didn't know, we're back in Houston. We landed from L.A. on Friday evening and slept in our own beds this past weekend. God did not have it in His plans for us to go to the Philippines. Although God did protect us the whole way. And some awesome people in the L.A. area rearranged their lives so that we could spend a day at the beach.

Yesterday the youth minister pointed out that in addition to satan attacking us as a group, he is attacking us each individually. I feel that, there is a spiritual battle going on here amongst our people. Please pray for the strength and courage to allow God to fight that for us.

Thank you all for your prayers and support. Know without a doubt that your prayers have been answered, we were safe and the will of the Father was accomplished.

24 Hours Later and still in Houston

For all of those who are wondering how our Philippines trip is going... as of now its not. We ran into a snag yesterday as the weather in Dallas wouldn't cooperate. After running to a different terminal, coming back, waiting... and waiting and waiting. We ran out of options for leaving yesterday. Props to our youth minister who did everything he could and still managed to keep everyone in high spirits. So we're going to try all we can to get there. The Holy Spirit was definitely working yesterday!! And the most amazing thing we saw was our teens breaking out in spontaneous prayer for this trip. They've worked so hard and are ready to share the Gospel in the Philippines. So join them in prayer that this trip happens. And if it doesn't, pray that God will open doors for them to share their faith right here or where ever He wants us to be. They've already started that by praying in a public place and praising God no matter what the circumstances. Awesome stuff going on... more updates to follow.

Just Do It

Whatever It Is
are you changing?
do you know it?
do you feel it?
do you know?

but youre waiting
while youre waiting
why are you waiting?
just do it - whatever it is

there are secrets
there are places
there are places you can go to
they might tell youy
eah theyll tell you
that you shouldnt
but do it - whatever it is
go do it - whatever it is
just do it - whatever it is

and youre dancing
and youre looking kinda crazy
and your arms are making little circles
there are reasons
there are reasons
you can find out
so do it - whatever it is
just do it - whatever it is
go do it - whatever it is
whatever it is

its so quiet
and youre dreaming
i turn to you and say
"awake is the new sleep"
so wake up
and do it - whatever it is
just do it - whatever it is
cos awake is the new sleep
awake is the new sleep
so wake upwake up
and do it - whatever it is
just do it - whatever it is
go do it - whatever it is
just do it - whatever it is
whatever it is

I guess its not that I don't know what I want.. its that I want everything

Today I made a decision. I turned down a job. A job that I would have been really good at and really enjoyed. Why did I turn it down? I have no idea. I couldn't make a decision and time was running out so I took the safe way out. As I sit here I'm debating whether or not I did the right thing. Everyone advised me... if its what will make you happy do it.. if you really want to do it, do it... the problem is that I don't know what I want to do. Or probably more accurately, I want to do it all. So instead of doing something, I do nothing. I sit and wait and wonder about things. I'm puzzeled. I want to do what God wants me to do, but how do you know when God is speaking to you. I know how God has spoken to me. I can look back and definitely see the hand of God in my life. But in the moment, I listen for his voice and can't hear it. I'm confused and wondering if I'm too scared to actually be the person that God wants me to be, or if He just has bigger things in mind.

6 White Shirts

So this is not what my closet looks like, however I was reading today about how to organize your closet. As some of you know, I'm an organizational freak. My roommates in college used to move the coffee table an inch just to wait and see when I would move it back. Yeah, I'm a little OCD, but in an orderly fashion (of course). So, I was reading about organization and it kept showing pictures like this. I have to say, this closet looks awesome, and your's can look this great too...IF all you're going to keep in your closet is 6 white shirts. I mean really, who has these contents or anywhere near this in their closet. Me, I have 6 white shirts... plus a million more, plus formals that I will never wear again, PLUS a fabulous USA 2000 dress (you really have to see it to appreciate it), plus... I can't let stuff go, where's the closet picture of that?

Changes

"I thought a lot over the break about how odd it is that family I've loved so much can choose paths that can hurt so much and how it gets to the point where I can't remember what it was like when things were good"

A friend of mine emailed this statement to me after we talked about my Christmas with my family. It might be one of the saddest statements I've ever heard. But it is so true. I love my family. I love them with all my heart. I hate sharing them. I love talking to them and laughing with them and laughing about our craziness. I love each of them for different reasons and for the same reason. My family is crazy and classy. Sometimes I wish I could be one of those people that could move away and just send presents and not ever wonder about my family. But I'm not. I can't be. I want to be around family and I want my family to be joyful and living in accordance to God's will. This Christmas I was reminded that my family is not the same, and won't be the same, and I'm not sure anyone but me really cares. I will continue to fight for my family even when I feel like giving up. I want my legacy to be a good one. I want when I die for people to say that I loved my family and would do anything for them. And above all I loved God.