It's funny how much of your life can fit into boxes. Packing paper from our first move to Alabama is strewn about the floor. Sharpie markers in various colors litter the counters. The sound of tape stretching across a cardboard box signals the end of something. And it signifies the beginning of something.
I never thought we'd stay here or that I could fall in love. But moving day is almost here, and I really just couldn't be more thrilled to begin another journey in our new home.
Monday, May 18, 2015
Thursday, May 7, 2015
April Favorites
April was blown away by the storms and the fast pace of life, but a few favorite remain.
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| L'Oreal Lip Creme | Comes in beautiful shades and isn't tacky and sticky. I've got a few in my purse and in my vanity. |
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| Penguin Pillow Pet | I'm 25 years old, but I ride a bus. A lot. This pillow is no joke. |
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| Zillow App | So we bought a house, but I don't have many good pictures. This app allows me to look and dream at what we purchased until we close. |
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| ZipGrade | An app that grades like a scantron but with automatic results and is so inexpensive! A win for the teaching world. |
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
Just Keep Swimming
It's the last few of weeks of school. My time on here has been sparse as track meet after track meet rolled in. And now that the track season is officially finished (for spring), and summer is almost upon us, I can finally take a deep breath.
But I need to take a few deep breaths then dive back in. Because Husband and I have purchased a home. A real home. A home with cabinets, an office, and bathtub, and a porch. And I've never been more excited or more frightened by something. But I'm eagerly awaiting back porch sitting.
But I need to take a few deep breaths then dive back in. Because Husband and I have purchased a home. A real home. A home with cabinets, an office, and bathtub, and a porch. And I've never been more excited or more frightened by something. But I'm eagerly awaiting back porch sitting.
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