<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786532737055714076</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:41:02.189-06:00</updated><title type='text'>all you need is love.</title><subtitle type='html'>antidotes from the life of a hopeless romantic and a free spirit.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786532737055714076/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15130485785122119899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786532737055714076.post-3317215314600728421</id><published>2011-03-07T20:30:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T20:56:32.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>books.budget.babies.</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to get back into reading because I've lost sight of what it's like to have down time. So, I just started reading a new book called "Summer at Tiffany." It's a great book but boy has it made me really want to start shopping and that's not good because I just started a new budget. Keith and I are trying REALLY hard to save money towards a down payment, vaca's, retirement, etc. It only seems to get harder and harder to save because the older we get the more things require our money. Because of this, we decided to start a budget and really keep track of how much we're spending by putting everything on our credit card and then paying the balance in full at the end of the month. Seems to be working but this book is making me want to shop, shop, and shop some more!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing on my mind right now is babies! I have really thought long and hard about it and I want to adopt for sure. I need to start looking into it more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel there are a lot of social issues that are prevalent in today's society and one in particular surfaces frequently in my line of work. Parents are constantly being poor parents and leave much of the responsibility of raising their children to teachers. Parents are acting selfishly and do not want to dedicate the necessary amount of time and effort to raise their own children, so they rely on others. It drives me nuts! Why have kids if you're not going to spend time with them and raise them properly? Then the other side of the coin is that people are having babies, realizing that they can't handle the responsibility too late in the game, and giving them up for adoption. This is leading to an overwhelming amount of children in government care, which breaks my heart in an entirely different way. Everyone needs and deserves LOVE and we need to start giving it to those that are already on Earth, especially innocent children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that leads me to the issue of our current society; we're all too selfish! This is why I want to adopt. I want to adopt because that's one of the main ways that I can break the cycle of selfishness in my own life. People always say, "Well, I want my kids to look like me." I think that's incredibly selfish if we take a step back and really think about it. At that moment we have the possibility to help a child (that's already born and in this cruel world, all alone) and yet we chose to reproduce just because we want them to look like us. Why has that become so important? We're too vain as a society (which is another issue in and of itself)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786532737055714076-3317215314600728421?l=myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/feeds/3317215314600728421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/2011/03/booksbudgetbabies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786532737055714076/posts/default/3317215314600728421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786532737055714076/posts/default/3317215314600728421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/2011/03/booksbudgetbabies.html' title='books.budget.babies.'/><author><name>Just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15130485785122119899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786532737055714076.post-5085124148379265945</id><published>2011-02-17T21:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T21:48:22.952-06:00</updated><title type='text'>appreciations.</title><content type='html'>Are you ever in need of a little pat on the back to help lift your mood? I feel like that's the one thing that is really missing at my job. Compliments and encouragement from the administration is few and far between. Therefore, I've taken on a new mission. I'm going to try my best to spread love, encouragement, and peace throughout the halls at school. Today, I had all of the kids write one nice thing about all the employees at school. Then, I typed them all up and emailed them to each employee. I have charged myself with the task of doing something uplifting at least once a week. If you have any suggestions, please feel free to share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786532737055714076-5085124148379265945?l=myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/feeds/5085124148379265945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/2011/02/appreciations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786532737055714076/posts/default/5085124148379265945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786532737055714076/posts/default/5085124148379265945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/2011/02/appreciations.html' title='appreciations.'/><author><name>Just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15130485785122119899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786532737055714076.post-1450567052286405964</id><published>2011-02-16T21:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T21:30:31.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>pondering.</title><content type='html'>I just started thinking about how I got started blogging. I started with a list of questions and statements about myself/what I believed and felt. I thought I was going to finish the questions throughout the year and share more and more about myself. I got busy and/or lazy and never finished. Well, I found these light hearted questions that provoked a little thought but gave some insight into my less serious side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What makes you smile? Almost anything, but especially joking about dirty humor (I know, real mature, right?). I love to smile and I think I have a great one. I'm not shy about sharing my strengths and weaknesses. Sunny days and long walks make me feel good and usually relieve all of my stress. If that fails to bring a smile to my face, there's always sex as a stress reliever (there I go being dirty again). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What are your favorite things to do in the past? What about now? In the past, I loved to go out with friends to the bar or dinner. I also like to have them over for a night in, a good movie, and a sleepover. Now that "sleepovers" aren't exactly something that adults do, I still enjoy going out to dinner with friends. I also like reading and watching movies with Keith. There really isn't anything that I don't like to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What activities make you lose track of time? Working and surfing the web. Facebook is a little addicting and I definitely cannot stay away from my email. Crafts, if it's the right one, can also drag me away from reality for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What makes you feel great about yourself? To be honest, I'm really driven by external motivation. I need to really focus on making myself intrinsically happy but it's a hard thing to change and although I try to work on it, it's just easier to let other people do the work. But, what happens when they don't fulfill that need? Trust me, I see the issue with my logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who inspires you most? (Anyone you know or do not know. Family, friends, authors, artists, leaders, etc.) Which qualities inspire you, in each person? I'm inspired by a lot of people, which would take me forever to write up, so here are the top few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father inspires me to work hard and do whatever it takes to provide for your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother inspires me to love (no matter how backwards you show that love) everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith inspires me to better myself and love who I've become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What are you naturally good at? (Skills, abilities, gifts etc.) I'm naturally good at sports, crafts, cooking, and learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do people typically ask you for help in? People usually ask for my help in planning or organizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you had to teach something, what would you teach? I teach math, so that's a no brainer! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What would you regret not fully doing, being or having in your life? I would regret not having loved ones: friends, family, children,etc. Whatever form the loved ones come in, I'll embrace but life without significant interpersonal relationships would really bring me down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786532737055714076-1450567052286405964?l=myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/feeds/1450567052286405964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/2011/02/pondering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786532737055714076/posts/default/1450567052286405964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786532737055714076/posts/default/1450567052286405964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/2011/02/pondering.html' title='pondering.'/><author><name>Just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15130485785122119899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786532737055714076.post-1597362483720207915</id><published>2011-02-16T20:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T21:00:29.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>long time. busy year.</title><content type='html'>It has been a remarkably long time since I've posted. My goal is to get back into posting regularly, however, time is always an issue. There is so much to cover over the past year, that I'm not sure where to begin. I need to write about Keith's graduation, our vacation, Keith's new job, the continuation of my job, moving again, wedding planning, family developments (cousin's baby, getting a puppy, family relationships, etc.), and the list goes on. However, my primary focus for today's blog is to vent; to share feelings that have built up over time and are about to explode, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with the dysfunction of Keith's family... his father spent Christmas day through the 30th of December at our house. During this time, we filled it with family dinners and other activities that brought him closer to our world. Quality time was spent together throughout the visit, granted it was all with my family because his father doesn't have any family left, but it was still quality time. After the visit, I hear from his sister that he was upset because he didn't get any time alone with Keith (keep in mind that they spent one-whole day of his four day trip going to the city and attending a Bulls game without me). Despite my best efforts to make him feel like part of a family it just wasn't enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, just today, Keith was speaking with his mother and again she mentioned that she would like to go on a date, alone. She constantly specifies that she would appreciate quality time alone (which really just means without me, because I'm always the only one there). So, needless to say, it makes me mad that they try to exclude me. My family is incredibly accepting and never excludes anyone. Also, in my family it's an excepted fact that Keith and I are a team and we do things together. Not saying that we can't do things apart but we enjoy being together and there's just no logical reason to exclude someone, if they have nothing else to do. The invitations in my family are always open-ended and extended to everyone (as evidenced by Ken's invitation to our Christmas). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith's sister has also mentioned that she doesn't want me to attend all family events because she wasn't to spend time with Keith alone. I've never done anything to anyone in their family and I've always been respectful. I'm not sure what their problem is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I being too sensitive? Is there a logical reason that I should not be invited to a dinner with Keith's mother? Is there a logical reason that his sister doesn't invite me to come see her new apartment? Is there a logical reason that his father doesn't enjoy coming to stay at our house? If there is, I just don't see it and I always end up hurt because yet again, I'm not being accepted into his family. Everything his family does is centered around secrets, excluding people, and overall just being a little deceitful. It makes me uncomfortable and I don't understand it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I will share the events over the year as quickly and in as much vivid detail as I can over the coming weeks. I have been incredibly neglectful with writing because of the time I spend working on a daily basis. Isn't that truly pathetic? Work takes over and I don't even have 30 minutes to write in a night. We'll see what the weeks bring, but I'll try to catch up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786532737055714076-1597362483720207915?l=myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/feeds/1597362483720207915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/2011/02/long-time-busy-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786532737055714076/posts/default/1597362483720207915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786532737055714076/posts/default/1597362483720207915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/2011/02/long-time-busy-year.html' title='long time. busy year.'/><author><name>Just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15130485785122119899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786532737055714076.post-727254365096832996</id><published>2010-05-03T12:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T12:18:25.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy week ahead.</title><content type='html'>This week is going to be totally busy! Keith's dad is flying in for his graduation on Friday and staying until Monday. Keith's graduation is Saturday and then we're hosting a party at our house after. Sunday is Mother's Day and my crazy aunt it making it a big deal that I might not make the two hour trip to see my mom (even though she knows that I'm going to see my mom on Saturday for the grad/party). Errr! I will definitely take time to write tonight and post either today or tomorrow. Sorry I've been so neglectful, I can't blame it on anything besides laziness. I have been completely wrapped up with Entourage and have gotten all of the episodes for NetFlix. I have been trying to catch up to the current season, but that's a lot of watching to do. I love the show because I feel like I know the characters... it's really sad but I am obsessed. I NEVER watch TV but since discovering this show on Hulu, I can't seem to stop watching it. I just want to know what happens to them! Like I said, I'll write more later tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786532737055714076-727254365096832996?l=myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/feeds/727254365096832996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/2010/05/crazy-week-ahead.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786532737055714076/posts/default/727254365096832996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786532737055714076/posts/default/727254365096832996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/2010/05/crazy-week-ahead.html' title='crazy week ahead.'/><author><name>Just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15130485785122119899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786532737055714076.post-4672805352435729617</id><published>2010-04-25T17:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T17:52:56.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mother and mother-in-law.</title><content type='html'>I have always had a hard time with relationships because I’m not very tolerant. I want things done my way, I don’t want to be told what to do, and I don’t like unsolicited advice. That last point is the main reason that I have problems with my future mother-in-law. I feel like she’s always trying to give me advice and I can’t stand it. I can’t stand it for a really horrible reason, I’m a cocky bitch and I don’t want to take advice from anyone who isn’t “perfect” because I feel like I’m doing very well for myself. So, why would I listen to someone who isn’t “up to my standards?” Now, let me clarify for you, I don’t mean that in an “I’m not going to take advice from anyone in any area” but my mother-in-law seems to have advice about everything. I don’t mind taking advice in one area or another, in which that person excels, however, she is divorced and incredibly insecure. She doesn’t love her job and she really does not have any quality friends. Her family doesn’t like her much and despite all of this, she constantly gives advice to everyone! I’m not sure why she does it but would you really take relationship advice from someone who divorced their husband because he didn’t make enough money? That’s not to say that I don’t ever get along with her nor have fun with her, when I can put aside the fact that I’m clearly doing everything wrong in my life and need to be told the correct way of doing things (in her eyes). I’m sure Keith is going to read this and kill me but I felt like I needed to give you insight, so when I write more later you know where I’m coming from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the mother: I have a hot and cold relationship with my mother, just as I do with my future mother-in-law. I feel like my mom has taught me a great deal, but there are a lot of things that I have realized as I’ve grown up and one of them is that my mom is crazy and she’s not always right. My mom has some very neurotic behavior and often times starts fights, just to have something to say. She is incredibly pessimistic and always thinks she knows how I can be doing something better. My main issue with my mother is that again, she doesn’t have a lot of things in her life that I envy or even strive to achieve. I find it very hard to look up to someone that you don’t see a lot in their personality or way of life, that you want to become. That again might make me sound like a bitch but it’s the truth. I hold myself to EXTREMELY high standards and those that I look up to are held to the same standards. Unfortunately, my mom doesn’t meet them and I don’t like to hear about how I’m not doing something right, when I feel like she’s made so many mistakes and isn’t doing a lot “right”. But, I can’t tell her that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question that Keith and I ponder is “how can you be close with your family if you know that if they weren’t family, they would have nothing to offer your relationship?” That sounds cold and shallow, and of course everyone has something to offer, but really can’t you think of one person that you could probably be happy in life without? I mean I can name a few people that friends or not, my life would be pretty much the same and I could find someone else to learn from and enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Perfect” and “right” are quoted because I am a realist in the sense that I know that no one is perfect and I believe that what is right is relative to the situation, person, and belief system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786532737055714076-4672805352435729617?l=myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/feeds/4672805352435729617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/2010/04/mother-and-mother-in-law.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786532737055714076/posts/default/4672805352435729617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786532737055714076/posts/default/4672805352435729617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/2010/04/mother-and-mother-in-law.html' title='mother and mother-in-law.'/><author><name>Just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15130485785122119899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786532737055714076.post-7715729820724435191</id><published>2010-04-21T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T18:57:46.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>life reflection question #2.</title><content type='html'>If a student (or child) came up to you and asked what "real-life" is going be like, what would you tell them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a college student asked what life will be like, I would tell them that it’s only as hard as you make it. You can pick your battles in life – that’s a hard lesson to learn but a very important one! I have also learned that no matter how much you try to not let money influence your life, it does. I’ve heard time and time again that “you don’t need money to be happy.” That’s true, but it sure does help! I never really thought about it until this point because I always had what I wanted – I could ask my parents for clothes or CD or spending money or whatever and we always went on vacations. I never really reflected on the items that I had and what it would be like if I had to choose between paying the rent or going on vacation. Not that I’m poor now, but I’m just not as established as my parents are and in the adult work there are a lot of needs that must come before the wants. ** I must say that I sound like a brat when you read what I’ve written about my childhood but honestly, I was always grateful for my upbringing. I just never connected the dots and realized that my parents were probably making significant sacrifices to give me the things that I wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my previous statement “life is only as hard as you make it.” I have learned three valuable lessons: pick your battles, choose good partners (friends, family, and business), and don’t procrastinate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick your battles – A prime example of this happened yesterday, when Comcast decided to change our channels over from analog to digital. Because of this, we lost numerous channels and are stuck with either 10 high definition channels or 30 regular channels, after we bought a high def television! I called them up in a huff and what did they say, “Well we can’t help you because that’s in our policy that we can change viewing stations and no, you can’t cancel unless you pay a $150 cancellation fee.” WTF! So I decided that instead of fighting a battle that I can’t win and being emotionally upset about it, I would decide not to care and would not use Comcast once I moved. There are multiple examples of “pick your battles” but this one still pisses me off, so I thought I’d share. I don’t think I know one person who actually likes Comcast by the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose good partners – I don’t mean like “life partners” although I’m not opposed to homosexuality at all. I just want to be clear that when I say partners, I talking friends, family (whomever you choose to bring into your already existing family), and business partners, pretty much anyone you have in your life by choice. This is the one area in life where you really have the opportunity to be picky and make sure that your choices affect you in a positive way. I feel like I have had many different opportunities to choose a person who would be a positive addition to my life and a person who would be a negative addition. In the past, especially high school, I picked the person who would be a negative influence for the simple reason that they always seemed to be having more fun. They had access to items that I shouldn’t have had access to and they were willing to share. Now, looking back I regret those decisions. I wish I had more friends and people who really cared about me, in a way I realize that I lost my chance with the positive people and I feel isolated and alone. I once had this friend named Jenna who lived on the wild side a bit and another friend named Nicole who was a little quieter and always cared what people thought. I felt had to decided (another big mistake, why can’t you be friends with more than one person?) who I wanted to be friends with; I picked Jenna. She had older guy friends, drank a bit, and had unlimited amounts of pot. She was a lot of fun to hang out with but I somehow knew that we would move past the surface fun and realize that we didn’t have a true friendship. Sure enough, we did and I ended up friendless. This happened so many times in my life at this point that I can’t even count them all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t Procrastinate – This lesson was very simple; I figured out early on that if you don’t procrastinate then you have more time to fix mistakes if you should make them! I always try to get my work done early because then if I hear that I need to add, change, or redo something, I have time and I still meet the “due dates.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786532737055714076-7715729820724435191?l=myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/feeds/7715729820724435191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-reflection-question-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786532737055714076/posts/default/7715729820724435191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786532737055714076/posts/default/7715729820724435191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-reflection-question-2.html' title='life reflection question #2.'/><author><name>Just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15130485785122119899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786532737055714076.post-2310631500912354182</id><published>2010-04-21T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T18:53:36.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my body is sore.</title><content type='html'>I just wrote a whole entry and lost it... so here it goes again. I have been crazy busy and will write more this weekend. Don't you hate it when you feel like you don't even have time in your day to go to the bathroom?? It's been one of those weeks for me. Keith and I went home to visit our parents this weekend. It was my mom's birthday and Keith's mom just wanted to see us. I will explain the bizarre relationship that we have with our families another time. On Saturday night, we went to my friend's aunt's house to have a bomb fire and then we spent the night. In writing this, I realized that I’ll have to explain the complexity of my relationships to you. Maybe that is what I’ll share this weekend when I have more time, I explain to you all the crazy people and relationships I have in my life. Anyway, on Sunday we drove home and I bought a bike. We rode all day! Monday started Earth Week and I took 2 long hikes with my students. Then we did a four mile running scavenger hunt and I almost died! Yesterday, we did one more long hike and today we are taking a 13 mile bike trip with the 7th grade… wish me luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786532737055714076-2310631500912354182?l=myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/feeds/2310631500912354182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-body-is-sore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786532737055714076/posts/default/2310631500912354182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786532737055714076/posts/default/2310631500912354182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-body-is-sore.html' title='my body is sore.'/><author><name>Just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15130485785122119899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786532737055714076.post-9090167625759782235</id><published>2010-04-13T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T19:57:54.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>morning mishap and self-reflection.</title><content type='html'>After the excitement of two very busy days at work and a crazy alarm clock mishap this morning, I’ve decided that I have to write tonight to settle down a bit. First off, I set my alarm last night for 5:00 (which gets me up and out of the house by 5:30) and I arrive at work a few minutes before 7:30. I haven’t shared this before, but I drive two hours each way to work. That’s a total of 4 hours, which contributes to the insanity in my life. Anyway, I set my alarm and fell asleep exhausted last night because I had a meeting with parents until 7:00 pm yesterday. When I woke up this morning, to the sound of the garbage truck, I was shocked that the garbage man was there so early and that it was light out… I rolled over to check the clock and noticed that it was 7:00 am -- I had set my alarm for 5:00 pm!!! I raced out of bed and into the shower, in less than three minutes I was out and throwing on clothes. In the haste, I forgot my lunch but managed to get into my car by 7:15 am, not bad for a woman, but not a good way to start the day. :) I then started my trek to work, starving and looking like crap! One day, I’ll write about all the funny things that I see when I drive but today I have to do something to get my mind off of the bad morning (although the day turned out ok).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to start answering some reflection questions that we give to our 7th graders at the end of the year but are actually really good self-reflection questions for anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 1: What incredible things do you feel you have accomplished? How did you get there? (Did someone help you, did you finally get serious and take care of things, etc.) Consider the starting of a good habit, the end of a bad habit, showing signs of maturity, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, and last, has been two of the more eventful and amazing years of my life. I graduated college with an Elementary Education degree and Mathematics minor. Keith, my fiancé, and I got engaged in Europe (which was my graduation present to myself). We traveled all around Europe for about a month and then when we returned, I pursued a teaching job and love my school. I found my first little apartment to live on my own (not with my parents but with Keith and my kitty, of course). That is a small synopsis of my life at this point and a snapshot of where I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I get there? Well, that’s a long story, to be exact a 23 year long story, because everyone and everything in my life up to this point helped me to get to the place that I am now. But, I can say that I have always had a drive and determination that has kept me going, no matter what problems I encounter. I feel that there are two types of people in this world, doers and followers. I’ve always been a doer; I got that from my dad. I work very hard to achieve my goals but I’m not afraid to ask for help or guidance along the way. I have many influential people in my life and I really wouldn’t be where I’m at without their support. Keith has been one of the most powerful forces in my life over the last few years. He is forever encouraging and accepts me for me. As my best friend stated, “He loves you but doesn’t take your bullshit.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also ended a bad habit and I feel that it has brought me a lot of harmony. I used to not care about what other people thought and I still don’t to some degree, but I look at it differently than I did a few years ago. I used to feel that I could say anything or do anything because if someone found out that I was gossiping about them and didn’t like it, well I didn’t need them anyway. I now realize how precious relationships are and I work very hard to keep them. I try not to gossip or to talk about others, except to Keith. I’ll admit it, I still tell him pretty much everything and I definitely have my bitch sessions. Overall, however, I really treasure my friends, family, and coworkers and understand that their feelings are important and delicate. That’s a huge revelation for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786532737055714076-9090167625759782235?l=myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/feeds/9090167625759782235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/2010/04/morning-mishap-and-self-reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786532737055714076/posts/default/9090167625759782235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786532737055714076/posts/default/9090167625759782235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/2010/04/morning-mishap-and-self-reflection.html' title='morning mishap and self-reflection.'/><author><name>Just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15130485785122119899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786532737055714076.post-5549269327156162836</id><published>2010-04-11T14:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T14:32:15.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>is this entertaining?</title><content type='html'>I got in an interesting argument with my fiance this weekend about posting information online. His point is that I shouldn't share personal information and that I should keep my feelings confined to the realm of my close friends and family. I, on the other hand, love sharing things about myself to the general public, one, in part because I don't think anyone really reads my blog, and two, because who cares what other people think?! I mean really, it doesn't matter to me if people know that we had an argument or two. We're only human and there we're bound to have a few more before the end of 50, or so, year marriage. Keith feels that I shouldn't open myself (or our relationship) up to public comment. Now, I'm asking how do you feel about it? Why are you a blogger? Because I said who cares what people think and then ask for your opinion, I am aware that I am being slightly contradictory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate note, I know that I said I would answer some reflection questions but I haven't had much time -- I went to a BBQ party to watch the Barcelona vs. Real Madrid soccer game yesterday and then came home and watched a season of Entourage. I don't usually watch T.V. but I just watched an episode and I'm hooked!! I rented the seasons and I'm going to catch myself up. So, If I get to the reflection questions later today, I'll post again but quite frankly, I feel like being lazy! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786532737055714076-5549269327156162836?l=myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/feeds/5549269327156162836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/2010/04/is-this-entertaining.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786532737055714076/posts/default/5549269327156162836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786532737055714076/posts/default/5549269327156162836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/2010/04/is-this-entertaining.html' title='is this entertaining?'/><author><name>Just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15130485785122119899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786532737055714076.post-4714421229685740039</id><published>2010-04-09T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T12:21:57.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>funny story.</title><content type='html'>So, I just have a totally random story to share today that I thought was funny, which I hope that I can easily convey the humor in writing... here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11. I’m gullible – Every morning, I sign on to my email through Google, check the weather, and Facebook. Well, this one particular morning, early in April, I sign on to check my email. I notice that Google has decided to change the heading on their website to Topeka (even if you already know about this, it’s probably still worth hearing) and to accompany the change, there was an article explaining why. I read the whole thing, which stated that Topeka, Kansas changed their name to Google, so Google had graciously changed their name to Topeka. At that point, being someone who absolutely LOVES Google, I was furious. I thought Topeka sounded ridiculous! So, I went on with my morning rituals, signed onto Facebook, and made a post. I ranted about how “I am never going to call Google, Topeka. That’s so stupid… I mean would you walk around saying, “Well, why don’t you Topeka it!?!” and so on. At that point, I wrote a good long paragraph on my status and then signed off in a huff. I then proceeded to the kitchen to make myself breakfast and my mother called to ask what day was my friend’s party. I looked at the calendar and noticed that low and behold, the date that day was April 1st! I was so embarrassed that Google had tricked me but impressed with the prank; I ran back to the computer and deleted my status. I thought that was an excellent April Fools joke and I couldn’t stop smiling about it because I had never gotten tricked before. For the rest of the day my Facebook status was “It’s April Fools Day… and I guess I’m a real fool!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come soon, as I found a bunch of really awesome personal reflection questions that I would like to answer. It's simply more about me but maybe the questions will give you something to ponder and the answers will provide some entertainment, as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786532737055714076-4714421229685740039?l=myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/feeds/4714421229685740039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/2010/04/funny-story.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786532737055714076/posts/default/4714421229685740039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786532737055714076/posts/default/4714421229685740039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/2010/04/funny-story.html' title='funny story.'/><author><name>Just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15130485785122119899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786532737055714076.post-6867094610514774533</id><published>2010-04-07T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T10:43:26.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>opening me up.</title><content type='html'>Here’s a little about me – not entirely poetic but I thought that I should start somewhere. After all, who wants to read about someone they don’t know!? Or, is that possibly the intrigue? Well either way, I feel responsible or better yet, compelled, to let you into my life by sharing not only commonly know facts but even dark secretes, insecurities, and fears. I’m sure by the end of this blogging adventure I’m going to look back and wonder why I let those things come to light and even feel a little silly, possibly even more than I do now, about dramatizing my existence. Nevertheless, here it goes, 10 facts about me -- just a dreamer, in a world of people who have lost sight of the pleasures of good night’s sleep and a healthy imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I originally started cooking not because of my love for food, which I certainly have, but because I thought that it would make a guy happy. I wanted to have a talent that would make men want me, make other women jealous, and be something that was only achievable to those who had the time to practice and the money to buy the best ingredients that would make others drool, literally! What seems to be a crazy and confused reason for starting such a hobby has turned into a thing of the past and I now cook because I love it. I love the feeling of creating something new, I love the idea that it’s a comfort to most, and I love how relaxed I feel when I cook on the weekends, have a glass of wine, and just enjoy the aroma of a home cooked meal. I love the warmth of a kitchen on a cold winter day and the refreshing feeling a cool ice-cream treat in the summer. No matter what the occasion, the kitchen always feels like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am incredibly insecure about my stomach, even though I’m only 120 lbs and 5’1”. I hate how I look naked or clothed. I often blame it on my last boyfriend who always had something to say about what I was eating and if it was healthy or not. But, to be perfectly honest, I’ve always been insecure about my looks. I feel like my tummy is the first thing people see and it’s what they’re thinking about when they’re talking to me. I’m generally in a happy mood but my perception of how I look, especially my stomach, definitely influences my personality for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I’m actually 5’2” but I think short women are cute – 5’2” is still pretty short but I just like 5’1” better. That’s #1 of my dirty little secretes, I don’t lie often but I do lie about that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My personality shifts constantly but I thinks it’s a good thing. In fact, I feel like it’s one of my biggest strengths. I’m a realist, idealist, and skeptic all in one, if that’s possible. Depending on the situation, I put on whichever hat fits and I wear it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I’m often times VERY self-centered. Not sure if you noticed, but I have no problem talking about myself. I don’t know if this is because I think that I’m wonderful or because it’s just easiest to talk about yourself. I mean, you’re always going to be knowledgeable about the subject, you can always think of something to say, and no one can argue it because, after all, don’t you have the final say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. That leads me to the next fact – I’m afraid of being wrong and I feel like I must be perfect. I don’t like to fail and I believe as though I should for some reason just “know”. If I don’t know something, I feel silly. That’s changing a bit, because like I said it’s been one hell of a year in which I’ve learned a lot about myself, and I feel like I have made a conscious effort to stop trying to be “perfect.” I have met some of the most remarkable young adults this year, most of whom have taught me a lot about life. I teach 7th grade at a school for children who are beyond their years, not simply with intelligence in regards to education, which many are, but socially, emotionally, and kinesthetically. They have taught me oh so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Sweets are my weakness. I cannot say no to chocolate, although I try and often times succeed for a day, I always cave the next. I feel the same way about things with garlic in them. Note however, I’m EXTREMELY picky, so I only like certain foods, certain sweets, etc. So when I say that I love food, it really only pertains to certain things that I have grown accustom to over the years. By stating that I love food and I enjoy cooking, in no way do I wish to imply that I actually eat the items that I make, my fiancée does… it’s another story entirely and I’ll cover that on a different day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I’m a horrible speller. I apologize in advance - enough said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My mouth gets me into trouble. People should not ask for opinions from me unless they want to hear the honest to god truth. I have a hard time holding in what I really feel and I don’t like to lie. This is mainly because I have learned my lesson with it. I was a HUGE liar when I was little and it got me in a lot of trouble. Therefore, I hate it because of my own insecurities in the matter. Also, I hate the feeling of embarrassment and I if you lie, you’re almost guaranteed to be embarrassed regularly -- unless you’re good at it, which I’m certainly not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. GOD? I often question this. Inside my head I want to believe in God for my parent’s sake, and again, because I don’t want people to feel like I’m not perfect. Let’s face it, believing in some sort of religion is socially acceptable. Truth of the matter is that I don’t know what to believe. I feel like the idea of some all knowing god living in the clouds is ridiculous and childish. It seems like such an immature outlook and the stories are so far fetched. I think the idea of Jesus is wonderful and I feel like the principles behind it are wonderful, however, people really don’t live the principles. That’s another reason I have such a problem with organized religion because out of a congregation of 1000, only about 2 of them really actually live what they say, the rest just preach it and then go on treating people and the environment as it is convenient for them. I can’t be crammed into a building, especially in the summer, on a Sunday morning with a bunch of hypocrites, when I could be spending quality time at a homeless shelter or somewhere else actually living my faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786532737055714076-6867094610514774533?l=myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/feeds/6867094610514774533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/2010/04/opening-me-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786532737055714076/posts/default/6867094610514774533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786532737055714076/posts/default/6867094610514774533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperceptionofreality-mew.blogspot.com/2010/04/opening-me-up.html' title='opening me up.'/><author><name>Just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15130485785122119899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
