the search for antique-y treasures.

Saturday, Ty and I ventured out in search of some new decorations for the house.
We've adopted a sort of county/rustic/antique-y look for our house.

We went to about 5 local places in search of some treasures.
One of the places was insane.
It had to be the craziest place I've ever been.
It would be a hoarder's nightmare.

Everywhere we walked, we had to walk sideways.
I was scared to death that I was going to knock something off a shelf with my purse and break it.
And then be forced to buy something really weird, just because I broke it.

I'm also very claustrophobic.

Which means I was having a rough time in here.

 

I mean seriously...there were drawers of pens and pencils from hotels and stuff!

Who would buy those?!

There were just TONS of things there.

Salt and pepper shakers. Jewelry. Books. Watches. Old photgraphs. Pamphlets.

Tea cups. Bottle caps. Buttons. EMPTY boxes...

 

And clearly, we all need nasty bed pans...right?

Amazingly, we did find some stuff we liked...and plan on going back someday.

We'd have to have about 5 hours to kill though!

 

Luckily, the rest of the places we went were easier to manuever through. 

 

 

And we ended up with some pretty neat stuff.

Of couse I bought the owls.

Duh.

And they are now currently sitting on top of our new antique scale.

 

It was such a fun day date!

 

xoxo, wife.

 

 

while the husband is away...

On Tuesdays, Ty plays basketball with a group of guys from church.
How do I spend that time alone, you ask?
Well, I start by catching up on some blog reading and other social media.
After that I typically look up educational things on Pinterest for awhile.

And then...I do this.

Yep...I put on a facial mask.

And then participate in a very attractive photo shoot.

Side ponytail and all.

There may or may not be music involved.

I know, I know...

I'm bringing sexy back.

Too bad the Hubs has to miss out on all this fun.

Stupid basketball.

 

xoxo, wife.

 

 

on being a better wife.

 

 

I like to think I'm a pretty good wife.

But there are times, like right now, when I know I could do better.

Unfortunately, I'm still a "work-in-progress" as a wife.

But I AM working.

Working to be a better, more grateful wife.

 

Like:

Not rolling my eyes when he wants to watch ESPN or play Xbox.

Actually cooking a real dinner once in awhile.

Going to see a movie he'd like to see.

Going to a restaraunt he'd like to go to.

Not complaining when he says he's almost out of underwear, even if I feel like I've just finished all the laundry.

Pulling up my big-girl panties and actually taking out the trash/recycling on my own once in awhile.

Being more encouraging when he talks about losing weight.

Not grumbling if he asks me to stop at the store to pick something up on my way home from work.

 

These things should just be second nature to me.

And sometimes they are.

But sometimes they're not.

Sometimes I have to work really hard to turn those thoughts into actions.

 

But it's the least I can do.

Especially after all the things he does for me.

 

Like:

Always letting me choose the restaraunt.

Going to see a million chick flicks.

Changing my oil on his own.

Listening to countless (and probably boring) stories about my students.

Handling all the bills, because it was getting to be too much of a hassle for me to keep up with that and planning lessons.

Offering to help with laundry/dishes.

Bringing home flowers or some other small treat when he knows I've had a bad day.

 

And you know what?

He does those things without eye rolls or heavy sighs.

He does those things without expecting anything in return.

Because he loves me.

And because those things make me happy.

And my happiness makes him happy as well.

 

 

And I'm learning that putting your spouse's happiness before your own...well that's what helps us stay in love. And I intend on being in love with this guy for the rest of my life.

 

xoxo, wife.

 

bullet point updates.

• Hunting season is officially over. I am now allowed to use regular laundry detergeant again, so all seems right with the world.
• At school, we are now officially over halfway through the school year. My students are doing really well, and I am working my butt off to receive a bonus in June.
• Ty has geared up for another weight loss competition at work. Last time he lost 40 or 50 pounds, so he doesn't have a ton left to lose, but is still working hard.
• I am officially addicted to Netflix. I think I have a problem. I use to rarely watch tv, and now I'm watching it all the time. I'm currently going back to my high school days and watching Dawson's Creek. I will not admit how many hours I watched on MLK day...but I will say it was a lot.
• Recently, we decided we need to play games more often. So we sat down the other day and played Trouble. You know...the game for kids? And the competition was pretty fierce.
• We are still sleeping with the fan on at night. In January. With temps outside in the negatives. Ty puts off an insane amount of body heat at night, and I would die if there wasn't a breeze in the room.
• We've been going through incredible amounts of tiny marshmallows lately. I buy them for hot chocolate...but somehow, every time I go to make a cup, there are mysteriously no tiny marshmallows. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that I caught Ty eating them out of the container with a SPOON the other day.

• Even in January, we still occasionally find one of those stink bugs in the house. And Abby is terrified of them. If one flys around and makes a buzzing sound, she will either run from the room and go hide under our bed...or she will come to one of us, shaking uncontrollably for about 15 minutes.
• I have found a V8 drink that I actually like, and have been taking a can to work to have with lunch every day. I'm actually getting some vegetables in, people. This is big news.
• Remember my 1000 Gifts Journal I'm keeping? Well it's the end of January, and I'm over 100 moments I've been thankful for.
• We had our first Code Red (Intruder) drill that my school has ever done, in the light of Sandy Hook. I have to admit, explaining to 5 year olds about why we were hiding in the classroom with the lights off was NOT the most pleasant thing I've ever done, but I am beyond grateful that we will be making this a monthly thing.

Just trying to keep you (and my future self) updated on what's going on.

xoxo, wife.

what would you do??

Answer at age 5: Be the prettiest princess with the most sparkly dresses.
Answer at age 8: Marry Jonathon Taylor Thomas.
Answer at age 11: Compete in gymnastics at the Olympics.
Answer at age 13: Move to Hollywood and become a Disney Channel Star.
Answer at age 16: Be the validictorian, and get a full ride scholarship to an Ivy League School.
Answer at age 19: Become a successful children's author.

My answers today at age 25: run a marathon, cure cancer, build and open my own school with students and teachers who achieve 100% proficiency in math and reading in year one, run my own business, sing and dance in front of other people without being embarrassed, and still be some kind of author.

It's funny how our answers to that very same question change through the years.
But that doesn't make those answers any less true.
And as much as I would love to do all those things without failing...
life without failure wouldn't teach us any lessons, now would it?

What would YOU do?

xoxo, wife.

kinder quotes of the week

Student: Mrs. Miller, Charles told me to go away and leave him alone forever.

Me: Charles, why would you say such a mean thing?

Charles: Because I want her to go away and leave me alone forever.

 

During important individual testing-

Me: You did a really good job!

Little girl: That's because I'm a princess.

Me: Oh, is that right?

Little girl: Yep. I'm a Princess Kitten.

Me: Oh...neat.

 

While sounding out Bossy E words on the board-

Me: Raise your hand if you can sound out this word.

Michael: "Make..." Like you make out with your girlfriend!

Me: Michael!

 

Walking in the gym after the middle-schoolers just left-

Student 1: UGH! It smells like musty armpits in here!

Student 2: The big kids need some deodorant!

 

In the hallway-

Little girl: Mrs. Miller...Michael just pinched my butt.

Michael: No! That was just on askident! I didn't mean to!

Me: How do you accidentally pinch someone's butt?

Michael: Sometimes it just happens!

 

Student: Lily just said the B-word!

Me: What's the B-word?

Student: Booty!

 

Me: Who knows what the president's job is? What does he do all day?

Student: He's kind of like a judge...like Judge Judy!!!

 

Me: And George Washington didn't take good care of his teeth, so they all fell out and he had to have teeth made out of wood.

Majority of class: Ew!

James: That would be tight!

 

Me: Next Tuesday is the 100th day of school! And on that day, you are all allowed to dress up like you are 100 years old!

Student: So we get to dress like you?

Me: NO!

 

 

 



our relationship quirks.

 

(I've always loved this picture because I think it sums up our relationship perfectly.)

 

Today I'm linking up with Ashley over at The Shine Project.

A week or so ago, she wrote about her and her husband's relationship quirks.

While I was reading her post, I thought, "Huh...Ty and I have some quirky qualities ourselves."

 

• We call Abby and Bubba "our kids." I think we tend to think of them as humans.
 
 

• We talk to each other in baby/little kid voices...a LOT. On the phone, at home, at restaraunts...now that I'm actually writing this down, it sounds really odd.




 
• We are terrible at keeping our house clean. Instead of cleaning a little every day, we often wait to clean until people are on their way over, and then we're running around like banshees trying to make the house look presentable. Ty often says we need to host more get-togethers because it will force us to clean. Embarrassing!

 

 
• Ty likes to cuddle way more than I like to cuddle. I need my space. The only time I really like to cuddle is when we're watching tv and I go and snuggle up with him in his chair. Other than that, I want to be left alone. Therefore, we rarely ever cuddle in bed at night. I stay stricly on my side, and he stays on his side...then all is right with the world. This can create some silly/annoying arguments, so we should both probably work together to find a balance between our preferences.
 
 
• Our tastebuds have virtually nothing in common. Most nights we have two totally separate meals. I think I cook us a normal meal probably 10 times a year. Most of this has to do with our differing tastes. Some of it has to do with the different times we get home from work.

 
• I HATE to talk on the phone...Ty loves it. This can make for some really awkward phone convos. They either go one of two ways: A) He talks and talks, and then when it's my turn, I don't ever have anything to say until I get home and can talk to him in person. B) He asks questions and I give him various one word answers until he lets me go.
 
• I typically call Ty by his full name: Tylan. I don't know why I started doing that, but that's normally what I call him. However, Ty rarely ever calls me Lisa. I'm "babe." All the time. If he calls me Lisa, I get concerned.

 

Well, there ya go.

Our relationship quirks in a nutshell.

There's probably more, but I can't think of them right now.

They might be weird or strange to others.

But without those quirks, we wouldn't be the couple we are today.

 

xoxo, wife.