Sunday, March 20, 2011

Spring Break

So this week has been Spring Break at our house. However, it has been  anything but a "break".

In all the wisdom that is Bri, I decided this would be a good week to move into a new house.

During Spring Break. When all of my friends have packed up and left town in search of sandy beaches and tequila shots. Also when children are out of school and therefore underfoot 24 hours a day, saying "I'm boooored" every 15 seconds.

Obviously, this was not well planned.

Too little help from friends + too much help from children = serious moving stress.

However, we have all survived. No one died. (It was touch and go there for a while with my 6 year old, cuz he was driving me INSANE)

I LOVE the new house. It's got tons of room, lots of acreage for the boys to play, and a great neighborhood. Basically, it's everything the other house wasn't. So I'm thrilled.

And tomorrow starts back to school and back to reality.

But the count down until May is on. LESS than 2 months til graduation. I could not possibly be more excited!

And the new house is perfect for throwing the most kick ass graduation party anyone has ever seen!

XOXO

Friday, February 25, 2011

Everyone Has A Past

Life isn't easy...

Everyone struggles. Everyone hurts. Everyone has something in their past that could render them incapable of living a normal, healthy, functioning life.

The girl at the coffee shop this morning, the one with the cute shoes and gorgeous hair? She could have spent her teenage years struggling with an eating disoder.

The jerk who cut you off in traffic? He might have had an absent father or alcoholic mom.

The President of the United States did.

I don't see it stopping him. I don't see him blaming his failures on his messed up childhood.

The only difference between people who succeed and people who fail is that the people who succeed chose to overcome to crap in their past, while the ones that fail chose to let it define them.

Period.

Everyone has crap. Anyone can give you a sob story.

Some people choose to dwell in their crap. They live mediocre or lower lives and blame everyone else for their failures. Their past is their excuse for their failed present. Their mistakes are never theirs. They have someone to blame for everything that goes wrong. And for the most part - they are miserable.

Other people know that they have hurts and hangups from a messed up past. But they figure out how to deal with it and let it go. They vow to overcome their past and make a better future for themselves and the generations that will follow. These people are the ones that run our country, become the heads of companies, and, probably most importantly, raise well adjusted, healthy children.

I think all of us have the potential to be either of these kinds of people. And, sometimes, we are going to be both.

I want to be the kind of person that overcomes and succeeds. I want to let go of my past and look forward to a bright future. I had one hell of a childhood - but I want to find a way to let it go.

What about you? What kind of person are you going to be?

Thursday, February 24, 2011

My Birthday - A Month Late

I turned 27 exactly a month ago. Ssshhhhhh... don't tell. I seriously feel old.

I got a couple of surprises. The first being Ariel and Dustan driving all the way to New Braunfels to have dinner with me on my birthday.


For the record, I have friends that wouldn't have driven 10 minutes for my birthday.
However, this girl (and her hubby) drove over 6 hours round trip to have dinner and drinks.
THAT makes her amazing.

Birthday dinner. I love surprises.



After dinner drinks. Yummy cosmos (bought by strangers)



I got lots of great presents from my fabulous guy. (See my "What I Want" list and basically check everything off. That would be my birthday presents.)




Oh, and there was this other surprise he planned and executed:


MY SISTER!!!!


He flew her in to celebrate for the weekend.

We had a FABULOUS time!



All in all, turning 27 wasn't so bad. At least I got to spend it with some of my favorite people in the world.