The point is: I haven't posted anything since October. Typical. But as you can see from my previous paragraph, life is a little busy. And I actually LOVE it busy. But it's hard work. But rewarding work. And I'm excited for Christmas break. Expect a blog or two then. :) Promise.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Typical Tara
Yup. Not good at blogging. Or maybe it's that I'm trying to work full time as a teacher and I'm really smart and have decided to completely re-do my curriculum at school. Oh and I also was assigned a new class this year that I've never taught before. OR maybe it's cuz I'm also getting my masters. And did I mention that I have TWO kids. Both under three. My husband has an amazing job that gives him the privilege to travel all over the country. So I also do a little cooking, some laundry, tidy up the house...you know those everyday kinds of things of a wife and mother. And everyone now and then I dabble in a little card-making, crafting, bow-making...to round out the stereotypical-ness of being an LDS woman in Utah County. Good thing my high school health students don't have access to my blog. They may think that I'm pretty hypocritical if they thought I was doing things just to fit in. I'm not. I really do enjoy it.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
NO BLOGGING FRIENDS!
Okay, peeps. I know I have more than just two friends who are "following" me. (I'm new at this whole blogging world, but you should be so proud of that sentence).
However, I need help. When it comes to "how to" do whatever on blogs, I'm still a newby. SOooo, how do I get a lil list of my blogger friends on my page here so I can easily click on YOUR blogs to stalk you like I know you do me? haha That was a little arrogant- as if EVERYONE wants to read my blog and stalk me all the time! HA But seriously, I need to know how!! And if that means I somehow need your email, then send it so I can start compiling a lil list here!
Who wants to be my teacher????? Don't all jump at once... :P
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Dancing Queen
Not me. Yes I love to dance, but apparently so does my daughter. Even for 2 straight hours. I really don't think she stopped! Jumping, running, twirling, shimmying, and hula hooping, alone or with complete strangers! At least there wasn't a whole lotta booty-shakin' going on, but I guarantee if she would've seen more of it, then I would've seen more of it (from her) since she was a MIRROR to any and every dance move that she saw! It was probably the most entertaining thing about my sister's wedding!Tuesday, October 5, 2010
My Dad
So, not to be a debbie-downer, but it seems like one of the whole points of blogs is to post "happenings" in your life, whether good or bad, happy or sad. I guess it's okay to 'out' the news now that my Grandma Swift knows and won't be blind-sided by a big ol' Warren Sap with it all.
My dad has cancer. Just that small sentence brings a lot of emotions, as simple and trite, and UNemotional as it is for anyone ELSE to read it. I've never really known anyone personally close to me to have the horrible disease. Yeah, parents of friends have had it and we've KNOWN people who have had cancer, but no one really that I've had a personal or more intimate relationship with. And now it's my DAD.
I remember in high school there was a high profile family in our district and one of their sons hung out with the big group of friends I ran around with. He was a class older than me, but was a really good athlete- football, basketball and baseball. His mom was diagnosed with breast cancer and I remember when she ended up passing away. His little sister was friends with my little sister. Even though it was sad, I remember the saddest thing was when I put myself into their shoes and tried to imagine how I would feel if it was MY mom. THAT's what was the saddest part. But it's not my mom. It's my Dad.
I've been distracted lately by lots of things--my sister's wedding, grad school, doctor's appointments for the kids, teaching, Mike traveling and getting used to his new job, keeping the house somwhat acceptable and liveable...you know, the everyday jobs of a mom/wife/full-time teacher/student. But now that some of these things are over or under control, the reality of my Dad's situation is more in the forefront of my thoughts instead of just floating in the background.
He had his PET scan and the cancer hasn't metastisized outside of his lymph nodes...great news. But just the small bruises on his arms from IV's during his exploratory surgery to find the tumors, the radiation mask fitting, and the scheduling of the first date of his chemo and radiation therapies (October 18th) make this whole situation tangible and scary. I can't see the strong, intelligent, successful, independent, masculine, tough man that I've grown up idolizing with a feeding tube. I can't imagine the guy that was always telling us to toughen up and be brave in a situation where he will completely be at the mercy of the cancer treatments, in pain, and probably hiding it. And the worse part is I'm 1,000 miles away and can't do anything about it.
One of the only glimpses of hope that I have is my knowledge that Heavenly Father is completely aware of my family, and even me. I'm not the one that has cancer, but He knows that I too am hurting and he has put people in my path that have already given me so much comfort and strength. It is truly amazing to know that seemingly unrelated events in my life, are completely related to this terrible cancer and are helping me and my family to get through it. I am anxious to witness miracles and experience the power of prayer and priesthood.
Life truly is a gift that I think we take for granted at times. I'm so grateful for mine-for the relationship I have been privileged to have with my Dad, because I know there are some people who have never had the opportunity to have a dad, and especially not one who is as great as mine. I am also hopeful for all the future experiences I will continue to have with my Dad.
My dad has cancer. Just that small sentence brings a lot of emotions, as simple and trite, and UNemotional as it is for anyone ELSE to read it. I've never really known anyone personally close to me to have the horrible disease. Yeah, parents of friends have had it and we've KNOWN people who have had cancer, but no one really that I've had a personal or more intimate relationship with. And now it's my DAD.
I remember in high school there was a high profile family in our district and one of their sons hung out with the big group of friends I ran around with. He was a class older than me, but was a really good athlete- football, basketball and baseball. His mom was diagnosed with breast cancer and I remember when she ended up passing away. His little sister was friends with my little sister. Even though it was sad, I remember the saddest thing was when I put myself into their shoes and tried to imagine how I would feel if it was MY mom. THAT's what was the saddest part. But it's not my mom. It's my Dad.
I've been distracted lately by lots of things--my sister's wedding, grad school, doctor's appointments for the kids, teaching, Mike traveling and getting used to his new job, keeping the house somwhat acceptable and liveable...you know, the everyday jobs of a mom/wife/full-time teacher/student. But now that some of these things are over or under control, the reality of my Dad's situation is more in the forefront of my thoughts instead of just floating in the background.
He had his PET scan and the cancer hasn't metastisized outside of his lymph nodes...great news. But just the small bruises on his arms from IV's during his exploratory surgery to find the tumors, the radiation mask fitting, and the scheduling of the first date of his chemo and radiation therapies (October 18th) make this whole situation tangible and scary. I can't see the strong, intelligent, successful, independent, masculine, tough man that I've grown up idolizing with a feeding tube. I can't imagine the guy that was always telling us to toughen up and be brave in a situation where he will completely be at the mercy of the cancer treatments, in pain, and probably hiding it. And the worse part is I'm 1,000 miles away and can't do anything about it.
One of the only glimpses of hope that I have is my knowledge that Heavenly Father is completely aware of my family, and even me. I'm not the one that has cancer, but He knows that I too am hurting and he has put people in my path that have already given me so much comfort and strength. It is truly amazing to know that seemingly unrelated events in my life, are completely related to this terrible cancer and are helping me and my family to get through it. I am anxious to witness miracles and experience the power of prayer and priesthood.
Life truly is a gift that I think we take for granted at times. I'm so grateful for mine-for the relationship I have been privileged to have with my Dad, because I know there are some people who have never had the opportunity to have a dad, and especially not one who is as great as mine. I am also hopeful for all the future experiences I will continue to have with my Dad.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
FINALLY I MADE IT!
Yes, folks, you are seeing with your own two eyes! I finally have officially stepped into the blogging world! I tried to do this literally 2 years ago, but trying to make cute little headings the way that I saw my friend do it and FAILING every time I tried held me back. UNTIL NOW! With a Mac, photoshop, and some digital scrapbooking kits, I guess anything is possible! And the cute lil heading at the top?? Yep, I did it. All by myself.
I have to somewhat thank my technology class that I'm taking for grad school right now for forcing my foot through the door. And blogspot for making the design process so much more user friendly. I really promise I'm NOT a computer/technology idiot! I'm just a perfectionist and I wanted this done right, or not done at all! So I obviously have a lot of catching up to do. Two years, two kids, new jobs, grad school, and lots of little things in between have made life for our family quite busy. But we're happy.
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