30 Day Do It. AKA: One Month to Fit Into All My Work Clothes Before School Starts

I went to a seminar recently that included some Ted Talk Videos. Have you seen this?  You can basically get a Ted Talk on anything at anytime.  The internet is limitless!


One of the videos really struck home.  Matt Cutts - 30 Day Do It  I think he sums it up best by saying, the next thirty days are going to pass whether we want them to or not. Basically, I can waste my next thirty days away with some TLC reruns, or I can change something.  Since I've spent the last three days in my PJs with no shower, I guess I'll decide to take Matt up on the 30 Day Do It Challenge.


My Challenge: Make Jillian Michaels My Bitch. I'm going to own the 30 Day Shred like no one else.

Basically, I'm going to spend the next thirty days working my butt off. Literally.  If you love Pinterest (if you don't then stop reading this) then you have seen some before and after pictures circulating. I refuse to photograph my before pictures, but I'll be sure and show you my after in thirty days. 

Since I'm facing back surgery, Dr. Uncle Brent has informed me that it will be better for my husband recovery if I'm skinny healthy. In other words, the next thirty days are all about my health fitting into the ridiculous amount of clothes in my closet that no longer zip. 

Let's Make Better Mistakes Tomorrow...

Tomorrow I will be twenty-eight years old. Today, I finally went and had my license changed to my married name. (Don't lecture me. I know it's been over a year.)  As I turned in my license (just in case I planned to give it to an eighteen year old who could use it to buy alcohol) the DDS lady commented, "Wow, your hair has grown so much since this picture."  I replied, "Well, that picture was taken ten years ago."  Just a comment, and yet at that moment it hit me like a ton of bricks. Ten years from now, I may be saying the same thing only I will be turning thirty-eight! Geez, I'll be old like my parents. I'll have kids of my own. I'll have been teaching for sixteen years and married for eleven. Whoa. Crazy stuff.  So, before I leap into the next ten years of my life, play along while I become nostalgic about the last ten.


May 2002 - I graduated high school. End of an era. Beginning of another.

December 2007 - I graduated college. For those of you doing the math, yes, it did take me longer than four years. No, I am not a doctor.

January 2007 - My first teaching job. I have a career.

May 2010 - Engaged. I win.

April 2011 - Best. Day. Of. My. Life.

October 2012 - Susan G. Komen 3-Day. My legs have never hurt so much. My heart has never been so full.


January 2012 - Teacher of the Year. See, that extra year in college DID pay off. 













May 2012 - My niece. I had to add her because she's awesome, and now I'm Aunt Weezie. Double Woot! 

So, even though it seems like just yesterday that Hubby and I were making out in a deserted parking lot and sipping warm tequila, I really have accomplished a lot in my past ten years. Cheers to me.

Daddy's Girl

My Daddy has always been one of my biggest fans. He knows my flaws and loves me anyway.  He supports me unconditionally.  He was never too busy to get on the floor and play. 

He was never too mature for silly hairstyles in the bathtub.  He was never too tired for one last bedtime story.  You can't sleep without knowing who stole the golden arm, duh. He escorted me to every father/daughter dance. And treated me to an amazing steakhouse dinner at Ryan's afterwards, where he let me have too many cookies, because Mom wasn't there.   

He knew when the boy was wrong, and he knew when the boy was right. He gave that boy permission to marry me. 

That boy takes care of me.  He knows my flaws and loves me anyway. He supports me unconditionally. He even knows how to fix a broken car....but maybe I'll still call my Daddy anyway.  Just to see what he thinks. ;-)

Happy Father's Day to the #1 Dad!   (No t-shirt or coffee mug included.)

Love,

Mrs. Clower

Story of My Life

Just had to share.

P.S. The teacher in me would also like to point out that the comma should go inside the quotation marks. Just sayin'.

Real Housewives of Summer Break

Typical Day.

Woke up around 9:00. Checked Facebook from bed. (Doesn't everyone do that first thing?!) Snuggled with the dog. Put on my exercise clothes and headed to the gym.  That's right, people! I was present at the 10:00 am spin class this morning. Third day IN A ROW that I've been to the gym. (insert cheering here)

Consulted my To-Do list. First up, clean and organize both inside and outside freezers. I LOVE when Kroger has their frozen veggies 10 for $10.  You just never know when a recipe is going to need a pepper and onion blend.


I didn't stop there. I was on a cleaning frenzy, so I went ahead and decided to clean the entire house, add clean the entire house to my To-Do list, and check it off.







Next, I showered and curled my hair in anticipation of my hubby getting home from work put on my pajamas and scrolled through Pinterest.

Love,
Mrs. Clower

You is kind. You is smart. You is important.

As I was doing my daily (okay...hourly) scroll through Pinterest, I came upon this picture.

It's so true, and so easy to forget.


*Disclaimer: Those are not my feet. This is not my cool idea. If I knew where it originally came from, I would totally give them credit. 






I have struggled with weight my entire life; lose ten pounds, gain ten pounds, lose fifteen pounds, gain five pounds, and the cycle continues.  But, what is the number really? Who decided that the number should define me?  When I find that person, I'm going to punch them in the face.


So, being the teacher I am, I decided to create a little wordle for myself of all the WORDS that make me who I am. 

No, a number does not define me. 




Love,
Mrs. Clower