It's Thursday again, y'all. The second Thursday in November and right now that's a little bittersweet. On one hand, I'm pretty pumped to be linking up with my blogger-buddy Julia and being thankful and all; but, it just hit me that this is only my 3rd post this month. I guess I'm still suffering a bit from my 31 Days hangover. At any rate, I've had tons to be thankful for this week. So, let's get this party started...
feelin' all prettified 'n stuff
Very little makes me feel prettier than looking down at my hands when they are painted pretty. Usually, Tuesday night is my nail 'n Hart of Dixie night. Monday night, however, it became clear that my nails just could not make it to Tuesday {honestly, they shouldn't have even made it to Monday}. I treated myself to a new color and painted away. I'm still smiling at the cute new color and polka dots :)
repeating numbers
Some time ago, I decided that 11:11 was not enough. The way I figure it, whenever a number is repeated three or more times, something special is happening. In my world, it's a little love note from God to remind me that either I'm on the right track or that everything is gonna be okay. Sunday, I received a phone call that came unexpectedly and answered a little prayer I've been praying lately. When I hung up the phone, the time read 2:22. I do not think this was a coincidence. at. all.
chivalry
I'm a strong, independent woman who believes enough in her own invincibility to occasionally attempt to break up fights between students. Yesterday was one of those occasions. Luckily, two male teachers saved me from myself and intervened, thus saving my fragile notion of invincibility and the bag of M&M's I was eating.
more chivalry
Upon the retelling of the incident to my principal, two Army recruiters, who happened to be in checking up with another student, overheard my peril and jointly offered their assistance. They even volunteered to teach a class for me. Complete with PowerPoints. I love PowerPoints. They are men after my sweet little heart {at least in my mind, anyway}.
running ridiculous distances and the cheering squad
I ran my fifth half-marathon with my super-duper running buddy on Sunday. Last week was horrible. Not only was I able to leave the nonsense on the course, but I had an amazing and humbling outpour of support wishing me luck, cheering me on, and congratulating my finish.
Happy Thursday lovelies,
Very little makes me feel prettier than looking down at my hands when they are painted pretty. Usually, Tuesday night is my nail 'n Hart of Dixie night. Monday night, however, it became clear that my nails just could not make it to Tuesday {honestly, they shouldn't have even made it to Monday}. I treated myself to a new color and painted away. I'm still smiling at the cute new color and polka dots :)
repeating numbers
Some time ago, I decided that 11:11 was not enough. The way I figure it, whenever a number is repeated three or more times, something special is happening. In my world, it's a little love note from God to remind me that either I'm on the right track or that everything is gonna be okay. Sunday, I received a phone call that came unexpectedly and answered a little prayer I've been praying lately. When I hung up the phone, the time read 2:22. I do not think this was a coincidence. at. all.
chivalry
I'm a strong, independent woman who believes enough in her own invincibility to occasionally attempt to break up fights between students. Yesterday was one of those occasions. Luckily, two male teachers saved me from myself and intervened, thus saving my fragile notion of invincibility and the bag of M&M's I was eating.
more chivalry
Upon the retelling of the incident to my principal, two Army recruiters, who happened to be in checking up with another student, overheard my peril and jointly offered their assistance. They even volunteered to teach a class for me. Complete with PowerPoints. I love PowerPoints. They are men after my sweet little heart {at least in my mind, anyway}.
running ridiculous distances and the cheering squad
I ran my fifth half-marathon with my super-duper running buddy on Sunday. Last week was horrible. Not only was I able to leave the nonsense on the course, but I had an amazing and humbling outpour of support wishing me luck, cheering me on, and congratulating my finish.
Happy Thursday lovelies,
Glad you're ok from the fight. Military men teaching your class? Do tell!
ReplyDeleteThanks! I will absolutely tell when I figure out when they can come and do their thing!!
Deletei totally feel you on the 31-day hangover. i'm still feeling it and we're already into mid-november! christmas will be here before we know it! thanks laura for your kind comment on adoption this morning... GREATLY appreciated.
ReplyDeleteOh No! Don't say mid-November just yet! And no problem, I'm glad to know that it brightened your morning even if just for a bit :)
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