I vow to eat my fruits, veggies, whole grains, legumes, and protein. and take vitamins. and drink water. And to not eat sweets, or carbs. The bad carbs.
and to exercise.
yes.
(maybe typing my inner monologue will make it valid?)
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
"when I go forward, you go backward
somewhere we will meet."
Give you a dollar if you can guess that song. No cheatsies.
It's funny how things turn out. After graduating with a degree in Art Education from Louisiana Tech, coming back to live in Shreveport was THE LAST thing I wanted to do.
I graduated, said goodbye to my Ruston home for good, and was back in the Turner household in no time.
For a solid two months post graduation I attempted applying with schools in Dallas and the surrounding area. I knew I wanted to leave home, but not be too far away. None of my application attempts ever came to fruition and I luckily* nabbed a job at a local insurance agency. I knew nothing about the business but was certainly willing to learn-it was my first REAL job.
*I say "luckily" because of how it came about. It was almost a fluke and I probably wouldn't have had a job if I didn't answer the phone that fateful day.
Buuut, that's neither here nor there because I'm no longer with that agency and now with the Office of Congressman John Fleming, which I can say is just where I want to be.
Anyway, my point is this: I never ever ever ever thought I would again be making a "home" in the town I was reared. I always imagined Shreveport as the city I would recall in distant memories and think, 'I loved it when I was there, but I'm glad I've moved on.'
Oh, but how things change. I suppose jobs and marriage can make things fall into place and change your perspective.
I'll never pass up an opportunity to move if the conditions are right. And I can't say that I've given up being adventurous in my old age, but I am content here. My husband is here (most of the time), my family is here-and my extended family is close, my friends are here. I couldn't ask for much more to keep me satisfied.
However, it seems one of those dear friends has decided to uproot and plant new ones in New Orleans. I blame her husband for finding an awesome job and taking her away from me, but I do understand. I am oh so excited for them (and a bit jealous). René-I'll be down there for every fest. No worries.
So, I'm STILL trying to convince Chris to take me to Paris again. What would be the best strategy?
Give you a dollar if you can guess that song. No cheatsies.
It's funny how things turn out. After graduating with a degree in Art Education from Louisiana Tech, coming back to live in Shreveport was THE LAST thing I wanted to do.
I graduated, said goodbye to my Ruston home for good, and was back in the Turner household in no time.
For a solid two months post graduation I attempted applying with schools in Dallas and the surrounding area. I knew I wanted to leave home, but not be too far away. None of my application attempts ever came to fruition and I luckily* nabbed a job at a local insurance agency. I knew nothing about the business but was certainly willing to learn-it was my first REAL job.
*I say "luckily" because of how it came about. It was almost a fluke and I probably wouldn't have had a job if I didn't answer the phone that fateful day.
Buuut, that's neither here nor there because I'm no longer with that agency and now with the Office of Congressman John Fleming, which I can say is just where I want to be.
Anyway, my point is this: I never ever ever ever thought I would again be making a "home" in the town I was reared. I always imagined Shreveport as the city I would recall in distant memories and think, 'I loved it when I was there, but I'm glad I've moved on.'
Oh, but how things change. I suppose jobs and marriage can make things fall into place and change your perspective.
I'll never pass up an opportunity to move if the conditions are right. And I can't say that I've given up being adventurous in my old age, but I am content here. My husband is here (most of the time), my family is here-and my extended family is close, my friends are here. I couldn't ask for much more to keep me satisfied.
However, it seems one of those dear friends has decided to uproot and plant new ones in New Orleans. I blame her husband for finding an awesome job and taking her away from me, but I do understand. I am oh so excited for them (and a bit jealous). René-I'll be down there for every fest. No worries.
So, I'm STILL trying to convince Chris to take me to Paris again. What would be the best strategy?
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