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Archive for the month “February, 2012”

I want a sandwich. And my birthday is in 3 days

Not that I want a sandwich for my birthday, I would like one now….

Now that I’ve had my sandwich, I am much more content and I’m actually a bit tired now. Does grape jelly expire? I hope not…

Anyways, since my birthday is coming up in a few days, I’ve found myself wondering what I’m going to do with the rest of my life. I know that’s a bit ridiculous, but it has been a constant fear this past week. In my mind, my only focus is being able to provide for my family, that is, the family I don’t have yet. But I already know that there are some things that I want for them. I want them to live in a nice are, and a good home. I want my kids to go to Catholic school. I want a circle driveway and a large backyard for my kids to play around in. I don’t want anything terribly fancy, cause I don’t really need it, I just really want a sense of security but I worry how I will get it. I ran into Caroline today, and she talked me through my worries, basically telling me that these feelings were normal and I had every right to be concern. But I’m not even 20 yet. I shouldn’t be dead set worried about these things now. I also have to remind myself that I can’t try to plan my life. No matter how much I would like to think that my life is my own, it isn’t. I am a child of God and I have to remind myself that He will lead me where I am supposed to be, doing whatever I’m supposed to be doing, at the right time.

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I think I have an attention disorder…

Or not, as Kelly just pointed out, seeing as how it is extremely over-diagnosed  But I think I do have issues with paying attention to stuff. And silence. I don’t do silence. At all.

Even now, I should be working on an actual blog that is homework and stuff. But no. I’m writing a blog for no reason. I guess mostly to vent and avoid my homework…. and I have the strangest craving for macaroni.

I think the only thing that’s getting me through this week is seeing the Dirty River Boys on Friday. Yes. It’s been like 3 months. I can’t wait to see them, and at Gruene, how I love Gruene! Yup. Ok now I think I’ll work on my stuff.

IHOP International Husband Option Place

I have to say that I love my friends. They are the funniest people ever. We are all so very different, but also very similar. We all have secrets we share, it’s basically like a constant sleepover all the time. There’s always a SVU marathon, and we constantly share food and gossip. We make up our own words, run around like crazy kids, I’m sure our downstairs neighbors must hate us. We spend too much time at Cabo Bob’s and Chik-fil-a, however our favorite late night hang out however is IHOP.  Angela is our favorite waitress there, she treats us as if we’re the best, and I love her for that. She jokes with us and puts up with our long waiting periods of us being unsure what we’re going to eat. I swear some of the greatest things that we say often occur here. These are relationships that I want to last forever. And years now when you’re the first of us to have a baby with a brilliant and impressive man, I want to be there so your future baby can call me Auntie Amanda…

Hey There

I’m writing a blog. This is all Allison’s fault. She’s the one that suggested I do this. It’s not like I really have anything terribly interesting to say. But whatever. I was supposed to start this blog for a class on Hispanic Catholicism, however I haven’t really jumped on that yet.  We’re sitting in my room watching Baby Mama with 4 other girls. This is totally normal and happens all the time. It makes for good bonding. We joke that we’re all 1 person anyways. I think that’s because we can all relate to each other in different ways. I really lucked out in roommates and what not. I’m still not so sure about how well this blog thing is going to work, but I guess I’m willing to give it a try. This one is for you Allison, and all my interesting (not) opinions.

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