Friday, May 29, 2009

Memories of School Days past.

I watched them turn around and walk away. The little feet running towards their parents, their little hands filled with their works, their gifts, their little reminders that they were in school for 8 months of the last year. Of course 2 weeks in to summer they won't care who was their teacher last year, they probably wont even remember me! But I will remember them, and I will remember the things that THEY taught me. I've learned that patience is gained through experience. I've learned that everything a child has to say is VERY important to them. I've learned that a hug can heal everything. I've learned that when they win, I win! I've learned that God gives each one of us a place in life, and each child has so much potential to make that place so much brighter.

Another school year is over. Teachers wipe silent tears away as they watch their students go. Students smile as they remember that that teacher allowed them the access to knowledge that made them who they are.

The bond between a teacher and their student is forever, long after the graduation, the job after that, the reunion. I will forever take my students in my heart. And I thank God for the marvelous opportunity to be a helping hand to the little hands that grip mine at the beginning of a new school year.

Here's to the 2009 Fall School year!

Thank you God for a marvelous year, and for the wisdom I have gained.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

My Dearest.

The english translation to the song Somos Novios by Andrea Bocceli and Christina Aguilera.


We are a couple
because, we both feel mutual profound
loveAnd with that
We have won the biggest thing
of this world
We love, we kiss each other
Like a couple, We desire each other
And some times without reasons,without motive
We get angryWe are a couple
We maintain a clean and pure affection
Like everyone
We look for the darkest moment
To speak to each other,To give each other the sweetest of the kisses
To remember what color are the cherry trees
Without making further comments
We are a couple
It's just impossible
We love, we kiss each other
Like a couple, We desire each other
And some times without reasons,without motive!
We get angry
without reasons, without motive
We are a couple
We maintain a clean and pure affection
Like everyone, like everyone
We look for the darkest moment To speak to each other,
To give each other the sweetest of the kisses
To remember what color are the cherry trees
Without making further comments
We are a couple
We are a couple
Always a couple
We are a couple


That's for my husband to be. I love you honey.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

I'm an optomistic failure.

Sometimes, when I am watching the televsion, I evaluate the people I see doing things and i judge them on it. Now, I don't know these people, nor do I know who they conduct their business, their lives, their... anything. Yet, I pre-judge them and I feel better about myself for it, because I was sooo "cool" for pointing something negative out. You know, like when you watch some weight loss show and you laugh about how the overweight person can't finish running up the hill. I don't think I would do that, due to the fact that I used to BE that person..so..yeah.
Any how, do you get my point? People pre-judge by the appearance of a person.
Now it's your turn to judge me.
I am a normal woman , with a very normal life. I get up, go to work, come home, and go to bed. Sounds like a boring lifestyle. I mean, don't get me wrong, I have friends over and such, just not that often. And people judge me every day. I am judged for my age in the workplace.
I don't see a problem with being the youngest assistant, because I do my job to my best ability and I shouldn't be teased about my age just because some older woman is jealous of my youth.
I am judged for my relatioship with God. I love God, I turn to him for everything..I smile when I think of him, I pray as much as I can.. yet I have people in my life who would frown upon me for my God.
I am judged for my weight. I am not small, nor am I huge, but I am not at a comfortable weight for myself and I feel a little...un-attractive.
I am judged for my relationship. I have a finace who lives in Missouri. Yes I've met him, we've known each other for 2 years...IN PERSON. He just happens to be in college and I just happen to love my job here. He will be here soon. :)
I can overcome all of those things. I can forget what people say and let go and let God handle all of that stuff. It isn't that hard. BUT...I have difficulty overcoming this one huge mess up in my life.
I cheated.
And I cheated horribly. I was a wimpy, ignorant, silly girl who thought physical intimacy would make up for the gap in my relationship with my finace. It didn't help. I fell flat on my face, and told my mn as soon as he got here on his break from college. Of course he was upset..in fact..he was going to leave. But for some odd reason..he did not leave. He kissed me and told me I needed to make it up to him by being his and only his for the rest of his life. I agreed and things are better, but you can never shake this feeling of regret. Oh the irony. The title of my blog is NO REGRETS. HMM?! I messed up. But I realized that I can't regret this mess up in my life. If it had not happened I would not have grown stronger from it, and I wouldn't be writing this for other people to hear.

I fought my self about writing this down for all the internet, or at least a few bloggers, to read and gasp and judge me about.But I realized I have already been judged by God, and I have no one else to convince. I have been forgiven, I have let go, and I am happy to say that I can love MYSELF again.
So smile and remember that even the bad things in life have positive outcomes, whether it be experience, or self-forgiveness, or self-love, knowledge, or appreciation.

I thank God for my flaws, for my mess ups, for my failures. They made me strong in my faith and in my life.

May all of you learn from your failures, and your trials. God Bless you all, and have a wonderful week discovering what a wonderful person you really are.