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Thursday, December 25, 2014

First Christmas In Heaven

Christmas Eve, 2014



MY FIRST CHRISTMAS IN HEAVEN

My First Christmas in Heaven, 
I see the countless Christmas Trees
Around the world below, with tiny lights, like Heaven’s Stars, reflecting on the snow
The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away the tear,
For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear,
But the sounds of music can’t compare with the Christmas choir up here
I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring.
For it is beyond description to hear the angels sing.
I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart,
but I am not so far away, we really aren’t apart.
So be happy for me, dear ones, you know I hold you dear
and be glad I’m spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year--Unknown Author 

I share this poem for anyone who will share this experience with me for the first time this year or who has been sharing this experience for quite sometime. I thank each and everyone of you who have reached out to me during the course of the year and around the holiday season. May you all have a blessed Christmas remembering those who can't be with us on Earth this year at the holidays and beyond ❤️


Tuesday, December 23, 2014

29 and Counting...

Today is the last day in my twenties.  29 years and counting in this body, in this mind.  I began to think about what I've done (or NOT done) in 29 years.  And it's amazing what can happen in 29 years!  Now, on to a numbers post (some repeating, my apologies), but with 29 as the end result (well 30, really and then some...but SHHH! we won't say that toooo loud ;)

22: Years I spent in education as an enrolled student of some sort or another.  It's hard to believe that only 7  years of my life I really haven't been sitting in a classroom, writing a paper or reviewing peer work. 

3: The number of cars I've driven in my life.  From the high school days of good ol' Bertha the Chevy Lumina to my tiny red Chevy Cavalier and now to the Chevy Trailblazer.  We were a Chevy family through-and-through, can't you tell?

13: Speaking of cars, I've been fully licensed to drive for 13 years!  Geeze, how times flies.  I went to get my driver's license name changed just this week and it amazes me the awe and angst new drivers face to get their licenses.

11: Years that I've spent with Cruz.  Yeah, I know that's a LONG time, but it's been the BEST time.

2: Number of degrees that I've earned from ASU!  Go Mountaineers!

5: Number of cell phones that I've had since I was 18.  So yes, my young friends, it is totally okay to have a cell phone after you are 18 and can afford it ;)

1: Cell phone number that I've had since I purchased my first cell phone.  I don't know what I would do if I had to change from my cell number!

8: The number of different jobs I've held since I was 14!  From office work to daycare teacher or music-operator at Tweetsie Railroad, my job selection has been rather random.

7: Number of years that I've been in education as a professional.  Oh only 21 more years until I can retire!

1: Number of siblings that I was blessed with.  I love my brother...he's hilarious and the very best.

7: The number of times I've flown on an airplane.  The first time was when I was 21.

1: Number of houses that I've built.  And as all of you know that took 3+ years of my life.  Never again friends, never again.

3+: Didn't I just mention that we built a house?  Oh YEAH, well it took quite a long amount of time to complete due to the self-contracting piece.  An experience that I will never forget.

4: Months that I've been married to the most amazing person.  I am so pleased with my decision to wait to get married later in my twenties.  We both have changed so much, and we see our lives and futures in different ways now, rather than as early twenty-somethings.

7.5: The shoe size that I stopped growing at.  I've been in a 7.5 for around 15 years.  I guess that's why I still have sneakers from high school days!

0: The number of times I've tried green beans and liked them.  Well, if we're really talking specifics, I would imagine 0 would be the number of times I've ever liked anything green.  No green veggies, please.

5: The number of years that I was a full-time classroom teacher.  I taught 5th grade all 5 years and I wouldn't trade it for the world.  There's something about 10 and 11 year olds that keep you on the edge of your seat at all times.

1: Number of legit surprise birthday parties that I've had.  My parents worked to throw me a surprise 17th birthday party in their garage!  I spent the morning ice skating and came home to a house full of people.

28: The number of Christmases I was able to spend with my Daddy.  How I wish I could ask for more of those.

1: The number of International trips I have been on.  Cruz and I visited the Dominican Republic for our Honeymoon in early December.  I swear, I love looking at my Passport and seeing Visas stamped for a different country

3: The number of years I played tennis in high school.  I have never enjoyed a sport more than tennis!  Ripping through a serve and slicing a tennis ball to an opponent is quite entertaining.

6: The number of car accidents I've managed to get myself in.  From a small fender-bender to a full on collision to a rear-ending (none of which were my fault, OF COURSE) I've torn through some accidents.  Thank GOODNESS for insurance, and my Daddy and Cruz.

3: The number of dogs I've had throughout the years.  We had a dog when I was a little girl and then went dog-less until 4 years ago.  Now Boone and Lizzie take over our house all of the time and I love it.

1: The number of times I've shot a gun.  Freshman PE at Forbush, shotgun and skeet.  I did horrible and don't care AT ALL for shooting now.  At all.


Now, here's to 30 more years.  My list will surely grow by then, and maybe I'll get around to eating some veggies by then and maybe travel Internationally more often =)


Sunday, November 16, 2014

It's NASCAR Sprint Cup Championship Day 2014--a letter to my Husband

Cruz,

Today is day that I am sure you'll never forget throughout your NASCAR career.  You've been here three times before, but the pressure doesn't bother you, it fuels you.  The long weeks away, the travels, the planning, the prep...it all ends for the 2014 season today.  This is the moment that you've been looking for all year, the time that you and your team have prepared for since the season started.  Today is your day to do the best that you can, the best that your team can.  There's no regrets, no looking back...just 12 seconds or less for every stop =)

Today is the day that the media has built up, (or torn down, depending on who you listen to).  But the reality is, it's just you, your team and your focus out there.  No matter what's tweeted, what's posted on Facebook or what the ESPN ticker displays up until the final lap, you do what you do, because you do it so well. 

So, no matter what the outcome is when the first car of the pack crosses know that I am proud of you.  I am proud of your hard work, your dedication and your team.  You are a lucky man to truly enjoy your job every single day.  I am a lucky woman to call you my husband.










Best wishes, my Bebe, and know that "A lifetime isn't long enough to love you"--Ziggy Marley

Sunday, November 2, 2014

Marriage

As you all of my 6.3333 readers know, Cruz and I said "I do" about a month ago!  Throughout the entire wedding planning experience, the engagement period and the years (yes, I said years) preceding our day of wedded bliss, all I heard was about how wonderful life will be after you are married, about why I haven't pushed him to go ring shopping way before more and about "You were really together for 11 years?!

In my experience of watching couples get engaged early, majority live in the moment with a limited or no vision for a future and a hefty load of debt hanging in front of their eyes, I realized that I had as much time as I felt I wanted or needed to get married.  Not that those folks were crazy or foolish for making their choices to get married when they did, but it helped me to solidify my choice to wait until a little later in my life.

Now that I'm a "newlywed" and Cruz and I share a legit last name (WAHOO, thank you hour-and-a-half creepy Social Security office wait experience) I can honestly say there are days that things "feel" different.  We still share the same financial responsibilities, we still follow the same morning routines and I still fall asleep on the couch at night after supper leaving him to clean up the dishes from supper.  But what has changed is the way we look forward to our future.  Not that building a house, getting and financing a graduate degree and working a high-travel, high-stress job aren't all decisions that we didn't talk about, but there's something a little different about the way we discuss certain topics. 

Marriage is a compromise.  It's give and take.  It's accepting each other for your faults, your prosperities and your unconditional love for each other.  Marriage is what I am glad I waited for and what I hold close to my heart.  I sure am a fortunate soul to have been blessed with the love of a strong man, raised by two of the best parents there are out there and to share a vision for the future.

Now, if I could only get used to keying and signing "Gonzalez" as quickly as I can "Hennings" =)

Friday, September 26, 2014

Today's the Day

I mean, THE day. The day that every girl dreams of. The day that I've waited for over 11 years to finally take place. Today is my wedding day.

It has been a feat. We decided to take this challenge on by having the ceremony in our front yard and the reception in a barn behind our house. The house prep was really no big deal. What was tough was the barn. There were things of aaaaalllllllll sorts in that place. But, with the help and grace of so many people, I am awaited by an absolutely beautiful reception site.


I know this day is supposed to be about me, about Cruz and about us. But, y'all, it's about our families. It's about the hard working fruits of our labor. It's about some BBQ, hush puppies and some keg beer. It's about spending some time together, laughing, crying, and staying up too late. If it weren't for family, this day would have NEVER come.  So I want to say thank you. No matter how this day goes, whether I trip on my dress or goof my vows, it's not really going to matter.  What's important is family.

Today, I wake up a Hennings but lay my head down a Gonzalez....HOLY COW! 😄


Stay tuned for photos!

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Three Weeks!

We’re at that three week mark and counting from TODAY!  There are times that I feel almost overwhelmed, like this wedding will be the end of me, while at other times, I feel like I can handle it and three other big projects at school.  The reality is, that no matter what happens, no matter the weather and no matter what everyone else thinks, I have everything and everyone there who will make our day 110% special.  So, for a good  ‘ol by-the-numbers post, here we go!

2-number of golf carts that we will rent to help bus some of our guests from one area to another (THANKS to my bridesmaid Jess Joyce and her hubby for this hook up!)

300- number of chairs that I need to call and request and reserve for our guests (here’s to hoping they won’t ALL be full! ;)

6- gallons of coleslaw (either plain or BBQ) that we discussed with our caterer this week.  I really didn’t know that coleslaw was that popular, as I’m not a fan

10- sets of the Ivory and Blue Fiestaware that some of my closest family members and friends have given to us as wedding gifts.  Their products are phenomenal…HIGHLY suggest!

5-sets of bamboo utensils that we received as gifts as well.  One can never have enough =)
 
250--foot of lights that my awesome bridesmaid Jess Lind and her hubby Jake will be letting us borrow for our reception site.

245—number of songs that I’ve looked up, listened to and added to our wedding day playlist on Spotify.  FYI to tech lovers and smartphone users.  Spotify gives you access to virtually ANY song with their paid premium account.  HELLO CHEAP DJ. HELLO MONEY SAVER.
1-precious burlap flower girl basket that my wonderful bridesmaid, Emily's daughter Addi will carry down the aisle...CANNOT WAIT!
1--handsome little fella  named  Slayt that our wedding party members Rachel and Landon are going to share with us to carry those rings down the aisle for us!  GET EXCITED!

4- number of outdoor speakers that we’ve bought and will have installed on our top and bottom porches to provide music for our ceremony.

2- number of church pews we’re going to use for our family reserved seating for the ceremony.

4-number of items that I have already accumulated that include the embroidery or monogram of Gonzalez…and I.Love.It. =)

5—number of days my aunt, uncle and cousin will stay with us as house guests!  I am pumped to finally be able to return the favor as they’ve let Bobby and I crash at their spot in San Diego before.

12- number of bridesmaids and groomsmen in our wedding party.  We are so thankful and lucky to have such wonderful and caring people to share our special day with.  We wouldn’t have it any other way!

2—rooms in my home that are taken over by wedding crafts or storage.  I am real excited to each on my dining room table again soon, sans placecards, RSVP cards and thank you notes
 
3—number of days I plan to take off of work to execute this event!  Anymore and I would be a wreck, worrying about getting behind at work and not doing my job.  Although, I have this strong feeling that the two days I will work will seem like foooorrreeevvveeerrr long!

16—the day in September when my awesome Moore School friends will be showering Cruz and I at school!

200ish—RSVP’s returned!  Let’s just say postage for that many stamps was pretty much out-of-control.  Ya’ll, like $150 worth.  Future brides, take note, please!

11—o’clock is my new bedtime these days.  To get work and wedding done each night, you can find me by my laptop or at the table just working away!

2—the number of beautiful wooden rockers that grace our front porch at this time.

5—predicted number of posts that I will throw out on my little space of the web before the actual wedding day….we shall see!

And, here we go!

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Hennings-Gonzalez Wedding in 3...2...1...COUNTDOWN!


 
 
It’s official: The Hennings-Gonzalez Wedding Countdown is ON!  It’s surreal to believe that the time is almost here.  Only three more weekends to go as a single woman.  Only three more Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays & Thursdays before I’ll no longer be a Hennings.  Three more races to watch Cruz on Sundays before I can change my Twitter and Instagram info from Mrs. JCG to be to Mrs. JCG.  Beyond the silly social media aspect, it really is crazy to think that all of the planning, the work, the parties, the showers, the FUN is about to unfold, right before my very eyes.

Many ask me, “How many more days?!” or “Aren’t you getting excited!?”  Yes, I have a countdown app on my phone to remind me, and yes I am totally stoked that my special day is about to be here.  I guess naturally, though, I am going through a phase where I’m missing my daddy.  It’s so tough to pick out ceremony music knowing that he just won’t be here to give me one of his “Old Dad” hugs and approve of what I’ve selected.  It sucks to know that his picture is the only recognition that I feel like I have to offer respects to him.  I dread having to look across the congregation the evening of our ceremony and see a vacant seat where he should be.  But I hope that this is all just “jitters” and that the day of the ceremony, I know he’ll be there.  He’ll be a breeze that blows around us all as we take time to remember him.  He’ll be evident through the sun’s setting rays that will warm our hearts as Cruz and I exchange our vows.  Daddy will make his appearance; it just won’t be the way I had always envisioned.

So, if I look at little down here and there when you ask me about the wedding day, know that I am thrilled.  I just am swallowing the pill that I’ll be short one very important man in my life.
 
 

Sunday, June 15, 2014

I Will, I Will, I Will.


Dear Daddy,
Happy  1st Father’s Day in Heaven.  I went by your final resting place at 7:00 this morning.  I carried over some flowers that Rosa and I worked together to make.  I wrote you a card and placed it in the galvanized tub in a baggie, so that you or others could enjoy it as they go to visit their daddies today after church.  I sat and talked to you about anything and everything.  I felt so very at peace, but still so very troubled at the same time.

Call me selfish, but I wish I could see you again.  I wish I could wrap my arms around your neck and give you the biggest bear hug possible.  I wish we could sit down together with your tablet and search for the quickest route to our beach house this summer in OKI.  I wish I could call on you to help me wash and wax my car.  I wish I could load you up with me in two weeks and take you to Kentucky to see Cruz work.  That was going to be your Father’s Day gift.  I wish I could have taken you to see a WS Dash game.  I wish we could have taken another mini road trip to Martinsville in March. I wish, I wish, I wish.

But Daddy, you taught me differently.  You taught me to go for things, and to work hard to obtain what I want. So, I visit you, I talk to you and I keep in touch.  I pray for you every Sunday in church with Rosa and Ronnie and I think about you daily, knowing that every sun ray through the clouds is truly a sign you are saying “Hello Young Lady, I’m okay  Don’t worry about your “Old Dad!”  I drive your truck once a week, and Cruz drives it the other days.  I hop on the old ‘89 Honda 300 Fourtrax fourwheeler and run my poor dogs ragged going back and forth from the house to the pond…just like we used to.  I keep going, because that’s what you’d want me to do.  You’d want me to do my best and to make you proud, and I will always do that for you and in your honor.

So keep on the lookout, Daddy.  Today, I take my bridal portraits.  I’m using some of your belongings to keep your memory close to me and close to my heart.  I hope that’s okay.  I am still loading up for Kentucky in a few weeks.  I get to spend the weekend with Bobby and we get to go to the pits to see Cruz gas the car.  I will use the summer to take care of your house, because I know you worked as hard as you could while you were here on Earth to make it a home for Bobby and I to live and grow up in.  I will, I will, I will.

I love you.
 

Thursday, June 5, 2014

2 months. 60 days.

Since my Daddy left this Earth.

Some days are hard.

Some days are bearable.

Some days I feel lost, empty and afraid.

Some days I feel complete, full of life and carry a smile on my face.

As most of my 2 readers know, this past week has been the epitome of my job...the BIGGEST, most important week...EOG week.

I realized that after Daddy passed, he was the one that I and shared my happiness with.  He was the one I called and shared my defeats with.  He was the one who would say "Hello young Lady!" when I would call and would just make me feel better, no matter my concern.

Yesterday morning, I knew that no matter what happened, the last day of the EOG ...everything was going to be okay. Daddy was there.


I love you.

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Debts

Today is a day that most people celebrate.  I imagine someone laughing allll the way to the post office.  To the person who pays off their student loans, this would be a day to jump for joy.  To rejoice that their education is paid in full and to feel comfortable being debt free.  I have pictured this day for as long as I have been in college (both undergraduate and graduate).  I have made monthly payments with ridiculous interest attached for over 7 years!

And today, I am one to join those lucky few.  I no longer have that student loan payment each month staring me in the face.  I should be jumping for joy.  I should be totally pumped, but I’ll have to say, I’m not.  It's more of a bittersweet celebration.  You see, the way that I am no longer stuck in the student loan debt cycle is because of my Daddy. 

For as long as I can remember, Daddy always said he wanted to pay off my students loans for me. He promised that he would help me in any way possible.  And, in the worst way I could possibly imagine, he did.  Writing a check to pay off my loans was so raw this morning.  Sealing that envelope and addressing the College Foundation of North Carolina and American Education Success was enough to pull my heart right out of my chest.  There is not enough money in the entire world that any one person could give me to have my Daddy back here with me.  I would give my entire pay check every month if I could just have one more hug.

In a few days, months, years I know that I will be able to look back and see this day as a happy one, and know that Daddy is smiling down on me and is proud of what all I’ve done and accomplished. Today, it’s just hard.

Monday, May 5, 2014

One Month. 30 Days.


Most months comes and go. When a new one starts, I eagerly open my glittery polka-dot planner to the month’s events, make my check list for the week in my glittery striped notebook and highlight the dates, times and locations.  I go through the motions, trying to weigh out what’s more important for that week, thinking about what needs to come first in efforts to address what comes next.  I realized that I do this routine, if you will, 4 times a month.  Just four times…that’s all.  As I sat down this morning to work on my weekly notes, I realized, it’s been one month.  30 days.  One calendar month from April 5th to May 5th.  I have to say, those were the 30 longest days of my life.  Those were the most painful 30 days of my life.  Those were the most unreal 30 days of my life.  But, 30 days have come and gone.

 So,  in honor of those 30 days, I’ve made a list of 30 ways that life has changed or will change since my Daddy’s passing on April 5th, 2014:

1)      I have a new found respect for customer service representatives.  Not ONE person has been the least bit disrespectful or disheartening in the events of contacting vendors regarding my Daddy’s passing.

2)      Sunrises have a new meaning.  Daddy loved a good sunrise.  For the first two weeks after he passed, I found myself up looking at the sunrise and breaking down daily.  For now, I can usually make it through the sunrise, and can appreciate the majestic colors of a new day.

3)      The administrator of an estate is a tough job.   I agreed to take on this responsibility myself, but it is nice to bounce ideas off of my brother before I make financial decisions on my Daddy’s behalf.

4)      Speaking of brothers, mine is freakin’ awesome.  Just sayin’.  He deserves his own countdown =)

5)      Cell phones are a necessity.  As much time as I have spent on the phone over the last 30 days, I don’t know how someone could rely on a landline anymore?

6)      Email is a necessity.  Fax machines are a necessity.  Technology, how I need you, so. Please don’t fail me now!

7)      Closing on a new house and taking over another household is a challenge.  It takes lots of patience and organized record keeping. 

8)      I have the best co-workers. There’s nothing else to say about it.  They have stuck by me and my sense of absent-mindedness in the past 30 days.  Not one has complained, or whined.  It’s been smooth sailing.  For that, I am grateful.

9)      I have the best SIL to be.  Rosa, you don’t know what you mean to me.  From your visit to the hospital, to the assistance of the service arrangements, to the offering of your bedroom to my brother.  I.am.the.luckiest.sis.to.be.

10)   I have the best MIL to be.  Beth, if you could only see yourself from my eyes.  If you could see how special you are to me.  You have taken care of me when I couldn’t take care of myself.  You are full of wonderful advice, a helping hand and a baking queen.  Words cannot express how much Cruz and I love you and Nicolas for all you’ve done for us. 

11)   My dogs have been there for me.  Yes, they stink.  Yes, they are pains in my ass sometimes. But there’s nothing like a snuggle from a dog that you love to make all of the hurt go away…at least for a few minutes.

12)   My dad’s brothers, sisters, mom and nieces and nephews are the most supportive people that I know.  They have offered me advice, loaned me tools, written thank you notes and just have been there for me to call if I need be.  I am so lucky to have such a loving family.

13)   I have the BEST aunt that resides in San Diego, Califronia.  She’s been a rock for Cruz and I as I’ve been faced with hard decisions.  I don’t know what I did to deserve Sharon, but she’s a “good egg” and everyone needs an Aunt Sharon.  Everyone.

14)   My bride “crew” if you will have been amazing.  The girls that I chose to assist me in my big day have stuck by me as I knew that they would.  They have brought gifts of prayers, dinners, alcohol and most importantly, gifts of love.  The sincerity of these wonderful ladies has been hands-down, the best. Thank you Jess, Jess, Mary, Rachel, Rosa, Rose and Emily.  I love you all more than you’ll ever know.

15)   I like having Facebook.  I mean, not as if I didn’t like it before, but to see the “Likes” on my photos and the messages on my wall make me feel less alone.  They encourage me to keep on keeping on. (No Joe Dirt pun intended) ;)

16)   My Daddy’s truck is an outlet for a good, long, drive.  His belongings in his truck make me feel secure.  Knowing he set his own radio stations help me to remember his love for music.  Snuggling into his bucket seats remind me of his warm embrace.  As long as I can, I’ll forever cherish his truck.

17)   Closing Daddy’s accounts has been hard.  Closing checking accounts, mailboxes and other pieces make it seem so solidified, so real.  I know in my heart it is true, but seeing it on paper is a little tougher to stomach.

18)   I look forward to seeing a picture of Daddy’s helmet each week at Cruz’s races.  NASCAR was something that my dad LOVED.  Seeing his sticker on Cruz’s helmet and the helmets of other pit crew members is something that makes me smile on Sundays.  I am sure he’s smiling down too, and he’s watching over them each week.  He’s cheering on that old #31, Ryan Newman

19)   Wednesdays are hard.  Wednesday was the day each week that I would call Daddy to see if he was going to work the weekend.  If he wasn’t, I’d always try to invite him to our house to help us to work.  If so, I’d tell him to take it easy, and that I loved him.

20)   I refuse to delete old voicemails from Daddy.  I don’t have the guts to listen yet, because the sound of his voice would be too painful to hear.  But I will not delete anything.  I’m sure there will be a time that it will all make sense.  In the last 30 days, I haven’t found that time quite yet.

21)   I take the long way home to stop by his final resting place.  I stop by and talk to him.  I tell him about what’s going on in my life.  I sometimes sit by his flowers and cry.  Sometimes I just pray.  Either way, it’s helpful to be there with him.  I feel more connected to him when I’m near where he is.

22)   Getting groceries is hard. As absurd as it sounds, I have a hard time walking by the boxes of Cheerios, his favorite cereal.  I tear up at the sight of Pepsi Cola in a can.  Those were pieces I used to identify my Daddy.

23)   We have moved his couch into our new home.  I sometimes curl up in “his” spot and nap.  I picture him in that same seat, napping in front of ESPN.  It’s comforting to know that’s where he spent his down time.  I’m trying to do more of that myself.

24)   Direct TV is amazing.  I never knew how awesome it was to actually record and show and watch it later.  Again, thank you technology.

25)   WIFI is amazing.  We lived without it for about 2 ½ weeks and AT&T got about $30.00 worth of additional GB from our account.  Now, we have our WIFI and MAN I am thankful!

26)   Finding out that we passed our final inspection was one of the most amazing days of my life.  I hate that Daddy wasn’t here to experience that feeling of elation with us, but when we found out, it felt like I had 100lbs of sand lifted off of my shoulders.  I am 100% determined he pulled a few strings too.

27)   Moving our dogs in with us a couple of weeks after we moved was the best move that I could have made.  Although I missed them dearly, I knew I needed to get my life in order before I too them out of their element.  Now, I feel better about how I plan to train them.

28)   I have a wedding that goes off in 4 months.  During the last 30 days, not a whole lot has been done to get that ball rolling.  It’ll happen.  I know it.  And if not, we’ll be okay.

29)   There is cleaning to be done.  There are photos to be hung.  There are closets that need organizing.  There is a garage that needs to be cleaned out.  However, I feel more inclined to write.  It’s helpful, and help is what I need right now.

30)   This blog continues to be an outlet.  I’m not looking for a pat on the back, or a shout out.  I just need somewhere to get it all out.  I appreciate you, the reader.  I appreciate your time.  And I appreciate your concern. 

Thursday, May 1, 2014

A New Normal


You know, it’s just human nature that the world changes.  In time, we all experience change but until that change happens abruptly, and unplanned, it’s almost like we don’t see that change sneaking into our lives.  I can recall that when I was in the classroom, each new year I’d receive a brand new crop of kiddos.  All summer long, I’d enjoy my summer “off” and then at the beginning of August, my excitement would build.  I’d look forward to a new group of 5th grade babies, labeling their name tags, scrubbing their desktops and putting up décor to welcome them and their families into my class.  Open-house night would come and go and students would get settled into their routines.  At some point within the first couple of months there would be a transition period to where that “new” wore off, and those students because “my kids”.  When a subtle change that sneaks up on you, it’s fairly easy to deal with.  But when life throws you a quick change, it is a lot harder.  Trust me.

April 5th, 2014.  This is a day that I know that I will never forget.  That day was the day that changed my life forever.  It was the day that my Daddy, my rock, my all, went to be with the Lord. 

I will say that from this point on, my post could be considered a little raw, and I apologize ahead of time.  It’s just how the events of that day continue to play out in my head.  It’s part of my healing process to share.  Just to get it down.  Just to try and make sense of it all.

That day was a day that my life changed.  It wasn’t a pleasant new-student change.  It was a slap-in-the-face, what-the-hell just happened change?  It was a change that I still sometimes weeks later find it hard to believe.  It’s a change that has reshaped me, my outlook on life and has created what I have learned to reference to as my new normal.

My daddy was an active man.  He worked his heart out day-in and day-out.  He was known to be one of the most helpful people you’d ever meet.  He had a heart of gold, and would give you the shirt off of his back if he knew you would benefit.   He loved my brother and I more than anything in this world and getting the news that he had passed away from a massive heart attack was hands-down the hardest thing I have ever dealt with in my life.

April 5th was the day that we were going to sew our front yard.  We were going to get BBQ chicken supper tickets and enjoy supper together.  We were going to spend a Saturday off together and we were going to work on getting Cruz and I closer into moving into our new home. 

But, we didn’t.  Instead, I got a phone call early Saturday morning that my dad had suffered from a heart attack and I needed to get to Forsyth as soon as I could.  I went by our new house where Cruz was, already working and we literally flew toward Forsyth.  My phone rang off and on multiple times, nurses calling me to let me know his status.  The call that changed it all came while we were on 421.  I found out that he had passed.

To be totally honest, I don’t remember much.  I remember thinking to myself that my entire world literally crumbled in front of me.  I remember Cruz putting my hazard lights on my car and driving speeds of 80+ mph and then I remember calling a few folks to let them know.  The next thing I realized was that I was walking into Forsyth, with my ID in hand and a ripped piece of paper in my pocket with my Daddy’s room number on it.  Ya’ll, the ride up that elevator to his floor was probably the longest of my life.  I felt like I had a ton of bricks on my shoulders, like it took every bit of my being to move and to speak with the desk attendant that my “father had passed”.

A wonderful nurse walked with Cruz and I to my daddy’s room.  She opened the door and there he lay.  He was in a hospital gown, under a sheet with his eyes closed, his rescue tube still intact.  I wailed.  I screamed.  I couldn’t believe that my love, my daddy, my rock lay there on a bed, gone.  I wanted nothing more than to see him sit up, see him give me one of his “Ol Dad” hugs and for him to snuggle me.  But, he didn’t.  He couldn’t.  He had been called Home, and I had missed it. 

I must have collapsed, because I realized that Cruz had me in a tight hold.  I broke free and just tried to make sense of it all.  How could this be?  How could the man that raised me, that took care of me and that always made time for me not be there anymore? 

It wasn’t long after Cruz and I were in Daddy’s room that the Doctor came in who worked with Daddy, and who worked on Daddy.  He was speaking so much medical terminology that I didn’t know what he was saying.  I was trying my best to stomach it, to receive it, but I didn’t know what really was going on besides the fact that Daddy was gone.  The nurse came in and out, offering help, offering assistance and offering her own words of love and compassion.  Many of my family members came to visit my Daddy, to see for themselves that he was gone.  We gathered together in his hospital room and prayed with a wonderful Chaplain from RCR.  I continued to swallow a pill that was the size of a goose egg and realized that I had to grow up and make some serious decisions, and really fast.

The next few days consisted of funeral arrangements, my Daddy’s visitation and his funeral.   I didn’t realize how much work, how much money and how much stress those three days would consist of. The details of those days are way too much to include, but just know that if you haven’t had to deal with those things, I suggest taking wonderful family members like mine to assist you.  It sure makes transitions a whole lot easier.  It also helps to flush out the cloud around your brain.

I think after Daddy’s funeral service, my world shifted into another “new normal”.  My brother and I were now responsible for my Daddy’s estate, his house and all of his belongings.  We decided since he lived so far out, that I would take on the sole responsibility of Administrator, and all of the sudden, the next change took over my life.

So here I am, almost a month later and I am doing okay.  I have good days where I am so busy that I don’t even have the time to think about April 5th.  I have bad days where I can’t get that day to stop replaying through my mind.  And then I have days where I have learned to go through the motions.  I have learned that this is my new normal.  This is life, and although it would be so much sweeter if I could drive to East Bend tomorrow and see my Daddy, sitting in his seat on his couch in his house, I am going to have to settle with sitting in his seat in my own house.  I have all of the photos, all of the memories and all of the responsibility of what my new normal life consists of.

So I close this post by offering you a bit of advice.  I encourage you all to let your loved ones know that they are loved.  Take every opportunity to show them what they mean to you.  Keep them close, and care for them.  Because as cliché as the saying is, “You don’t know what you have until it’s gone”.  I have lost someone who meant the entire world to me.  And I wish that with every ounce of my being that he could be here now.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Happy Spring Break Sunday!

Teachers and administrators across WS/FCS can REJOICE!  It's SPRING BREAK 2014!  I hope that you all are taking some time off for yourselves, because well, we all deserve it.  With all of the random snow days that have hit this year, our students' behavior has been off.the.chain.  Getting out of routines seem to have caused quite a stir among the masses, and I am glad that this last long break will *hopefully* be the end all-be all of the ridic weather of early 2014.

In efforts to utilize ALL of the time off I can, we plan to continue to move forward to get moved into our new home!  Next on the agenda is priming and painting all 400+ porch spindles.  Yes, over 400 of these jokers await me and my newly purchased paint gun.  I REALLY hope that we are able to get majority of these guys primed this week and continue to get them totally painted by the end of the month.  I LOVE the whimsical design that we chose, but man if it isn't a pain to get inside that curly-Q with a brush!  So, with that said, any of ya'll who aren't afraid of gettin' a little Rustoleum on your hands, come on out ;)

Here's a pic of these jokers:


In addition to outside updates, we are working hard inside as well.  Here's a literal DUMP of room-to-room pics.  My disclaimer: ignore the messes, they'll be picked up soon enough =)


Washer/Dryer finally installed on their pedestals

Master Bedroom

Our glorified soaking tub.  There's lights and music on this beauty.  #winning

Our Master Bathroom vanity/storage
 

Upstairs Guest Bathroom

The Kitchen...PS our fridge made ice yesterday and I jumped for joy..it's the litte things =)

Guest Bed downstairs.  The turkey will NOT be here. Just sayin'
 
 
So here's to a week off from our jobs, my teacher and admin friends.  I hope that you enjoy your week doing whatever it is that you choose to do.  I can't wait to see how much we can get done!

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Happy Birthday!


This post is dedicated to the most amazing man in my life.  My hubby-to-be, my rock, my bebe…Cruz.

He’s a strong willed, supportive person with the ability to persevere when the times get tough.  He can let go and have fun when life throws him a happy curve ball. The smile on his face can brighten up a room, and his laugh is absolutely contagious. When he has his mind made up, there’s not a snowball’s chance it’ll change.  He stands up for what he believes in, and is the kindest soul to our pups.  Cruz is known for putting his family first, and being a very loyal friend. 

His job provides him ample opportunities to travel to either end of the USA, and he appreciates it with every ounce of his being.   Cruz uses his “fame” (if you will) for the good, taking his time to raise money for PSFP, and never complains. If you see him constantly on his cell, he’s more than likely on Twitter, promoting the next PSFP event.  Most people in his position could blow the “fame” out of the water, but not Cruz.   I have a feeling he believes that everyone puts their pants on the same each morning, not one person is better than the next.   He uses his networking for a positive way, and I am so very thankful for his alliances with folks from all over the US.  It makes for a well-rounded guy.

 This man spends his “free” time working on our new home, planning for our new home and getting our new home ready for a September wedding.  I’ve watched him research, learn and create beautiful products with his hands.  I envy his knack for measuring things ever so precisely and having the self-confidence that he can make the right cut on a piece of 45 degree trim the very first time.  I love his sense of self-fulfillment and getting a text with a picture attached that asks if I like what he’s done at the house.  I only wish I had the mind to see these works of art before they are created!  We will soon being the process of cleaning up our reception site and sewing grass in our front yard.  I am sure that he will have a brilliant plan in mind to get that complete and just in time for us to get ready for the wedding.

Cruz has seen me at my worst, and has still offered a helping hand, a warm embrace or a thoughtful text or phone call.  He’s seen me at my best, and has supported through my Master’s degree, assisting in paying for most of it.  (Lord knows I couldn’t have afforded that myself!)  He congratulated me when I won Teacher of the Year and beamed when I walked across that stage for the second time, illuminated hat, and all!  I can only imagine the look I will get the day he sees me dressed in my wedding gown.  I truly cannot imagine my life without this amazing man.

So here’s my short snippit to you, my bebe.  Happy 31st birthday. I love you!






 

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Patience


Here's a rhetorical question for you...Have you ever really wanted something?

I mean, like REALLY? That something could be tangible. Perhaps it's a million bucks in your checking account. Maaaybe you'd like to have met Abraham Lincoln or Marie Curie to discuss the inner workings of their brains. You could want the chance to a dream job. You've worked and earned the right credentials, but the perfect opportunity hasn't presented itself just quite yet.

No matter what it is, I'm sure most of us have REALLY wanted something in our lives. I, too feel that way. Right now, I want to.be.in.our.house. Daily, I am asked, "How much more to go?!?" or "Wow, you are on the uphill climb!" On Mondays after a weekend, caring people that I work with stop by my office and say, "How's that house coming along?" On the outside, I share the latest updates. I talk about the trim we added, or the dishes I put away, or the inspection that passed/failed/failed/passed. But on the inside I'm screaming, "I WISH FORSYTH COUNTY WOULD LET US SURVIVE WITHOUT HOT RUNNING WATER, FULL HEAT OR POWER BECAUSE I WANT IN!"

You see, we started this miraculous journey almost three years ago. And although I know I am VERY fortunate to have experienced such a thing, I also know I have been VERY patient throughout the entire time. We've had our shares of ups and downs. There have been some tough times, and there have been some victorious times. The people who we thought would be there for us to help, sometimes haven't showed. The people who we would never expect to have the time to help out, have driven up with smiles on their faces and tools in hand to loan. Cruz and I have learned to work through disagreements, through disappointments and through financial hardships. We have learned to work our asses off in the sweltering heat, in the freezing cold and have lived to tell about it. We've shared beers over paint-stained hoodies, Bojangles' chicken and biscuits over cardboard boxes and flashlights and tears the morning we got engaged.

Now, I want to make memories within the house, while living there! We are indeed, very close. Doing something ourselves with minimal professional help was a choice that we made at the beginning. There are times that I wished we could have afforded painters, floorers or plumbers. There are times that I've woken up, feeling defeated because we didn't pass an inspection. There are times that I have driven away, cussing that I will never EVER do this again. At this point, all we need is some hot water, some heat and a little power, and I'd be the happiest person on the face of this planet. But alas, I will have to continue to wait.

So for those who are asking...we're almost there.

Here's to hoping it happens. And soon.

Saturday, February 15, 2014

Go Move Your Mountain


Yesterday I had lunch at Panera Bread. Old Man Winter decided to DUMP about 8-12inches on us so extended weekend! Nevertheless, I met my brother for a hearty, mouth-watering bread bowl of turkey chili, (with a side of bread, of course!) It was a very special lunch.

We don't typically make it a point to see each other during the day, because as luck would have it, he travels all.of.the.time. You see, my little brother is a traveling engineer and has accepted an offer to move for his job. He'll be the newest resident of Kentucky in a mere 5-10 hours. I've known that he'd be on his way out for about a year, but every time a move opportunity would arise, he'd be delayed.  I guess because of this, I'd not really prepared myself for the fact that it was REALLY happening this time around. 

We sat and chatted about his new endeavor, what he feared, what he expected, what he'd do, not knowing a soul.  We discussed how to cook dinner for one, the best way to set up furniture and where he'd go to get his necessities. As we used up his hour of lunch, I sat and came to the realization, my little brother is growing up. 

Call me a mush, a sap, whatever you wish, but what a proud big-sister moment.  The (big/tall) rail of a kid that used to follow me around at softball games, used to race dirt go-carts with me in the back yard, used to ride with me to Forbush, used to swim with me at East Bend pool, used to play video games until the wee hours of the night, who tailgated with me before Brad Paisley, who spent a beach week with me at Oak Island, helped Cruz and I move into our new home and whose stuck with me when times have been difficult, is growing up.  

I tear up now, because I hope he knows what his loyalty and friendship mean to me. Although its only  5 hours away, it's not just a 15 minute drive down Flint Hill Rd. There won't be any more impromptu lunches at Panera, but maybe we can Skype over a crock-pot dinner. He's planning to come with us to the beach this summer, and of course he'll be around for our wedding. I hear the scenery out there is beautiful, so maybe I can make a trip out to visit Kentucky for a long weekend?

So, here's to you, Bobby. I am proud of you, your accomplishments and your hard work. I leave you with a quote from Dr. Suess, which I've used with my 5th graders many times as they've made their way on to middle school:

“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose.” Kid, you'll move mountains!"

Go move your mountain. I love you.