Do you ever feel TOO loved?

I have been teaching at the small, Christian school from which i graduated. I teach second grade there.
I wanted to teach in the public school system (shocker, i know) because i want to get married sometime, and was havin a hard time dealing with how that could happen considering my current income.
I informed my supervisors and those i work with of my decision to seek employment elsewhere, and continued on my merry way (to the graons of those around me.)
Recently, I have decided that where I am is where I belong (for now at least.) Today i go into the office to make copies, and one of the secretaries asks if i am coming back next year. When i replied "Yes." the following short conversation ensued:
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Just so you know, you were ganged up on by prayer. We were all praying you wouldn't get a job!"
"Yeah, when Pastor ******* handed me your reference to mail he said he was praying you wouldn't get a job."
"Gee. Thanks. At least i feel loved....." (exit office)
Now, I know that they were joking, kinda. But there may be some grain of truth to it.
At any rate, their prayers obviously are working. I have not received another job offer, and am content to stay where I am, for at least one more year. At least I know I'm loved...

Yes it's that time of year again.....

Yes it's that time of year again. The children are nestled all snug in their beds.........oh wait, this is the Mason household. Let's start again.

The children are dancing, and fighting, hooray!
The parents jump in, forget time to play.
Tempers flare as the toilet paper holder falls,
I really wish it could stay on the wall!
Nerves are worn thin, this wonderful season
Would you like to know why? I've forgotten the reason!

Warnings are given, threats are made,
Feelings are hurt, what a parade!
So let's try again, this Christmas Eve's eve,
Come on now, let's go, ho heave, ho heave!

....The children are nestled, er, winding down, um oh forget it!
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night! (I figure someone should get some rest tonight......might as well be you!)

"They'll think I'm Stupid!!!"

I recently went on a lil trip to the mountains north of here with my sis and her two kids. We went in her newly acquired Monte Carlo. During our trip up there, it began to rain. She had not used her wipers before, so did not know until the moment it began raining that she needed new ones. Thus began our short lived comedy of errors.
The first place we stopped at was an AutoZone. She went in, purchased A windshield wiper, and returned to the car. I said, ok, let's try to put it on. She didn't want to look like an idiot, so she not only refused to ask for help, she also refused to go back in and buy another wiper and to put on the one she bought in the store parking lot. So we drove down the road about a block or so, pulled over at a closed carpet store, and pulled under their covered area. I got out of the car and attemped to attach the ONE wiper to the drivers side. I couln't even get the wiper off to put a new one on, so we decided to continue on down the road.
Eventually, we came to an Advance auto parts store. We stopped there and, once again not wanting to look the fool, my sister went in and bought TWO wipers this time, instead of just one to accompany the one she had already bought. Fortunately there was a sign near the wipers that said "Free installation with purchase of new windshield wipers!" Unfortunately, by this time it was pouring down rain. The store did not have an outside covered area, so the salesman was SOAKED in the process of replacing her much worn wipers. Though he repeatedly refused, my sister finally talked him into taking a tip, and we were on our way to the mountains once again, ending the saga of the worn windshield wipers.

Clothing Sizes: A Federal Coverup

While shopping this evening, I came to the unsettling conclusion that my inability to find anything that fit and was remotely stylish is nothing short of a government conspiracy. Our government has decided to depress people into buying all of the low-carb, low-fat, no-fat, no taste, "healthy" food that is now on the market. The plot: no clothing sizes over a 12 will be created, and the clothing items marked "X-Large" have the number 15 next to them (since when is 15 extra large???). In this way, women of my constitution are made to feel as if they are the abnormal ones. These depressed women will then, in a vain attempt to fit into those x-large size 15's will go out and spend money on whatever the "it" diet is.
Well, I have news for the government: I refuse to comply with their coy plot. I refuse to become depressed because I can find nothing my size that I like. I refuse to jump on the latest diet bandwagon. In fact, just to show my defiance, I am now going to get a bowl of fat-full, carb-loaded, sugar-laden rocky road ice cream. Isn't life sweet?

Frustration: What can I do?

I hate when my sister yells at her kids. I love my sister, I would do anything for her kids, but when she yells at them, telling them that she hopes that she does scare them, she's glad they're crying, I know that there is nothing I can do without making it worse on the kids.
Why does she do that? Does she REALLY THINK that yelling at her kids, making threats that are never carried though, is going to make them respect her and behave? Does she? How can she? What can I do to help?
I just left one yelling scene. I got up from the dinner table (yes, the dinner table) look right at my sister and said, very calmly, "I don't have to listen to yelling." Now she is probably mad at me, but I don't really care. I DO NOT have to listen to her yell. Though I do, since she lives with us and our walls aren't exactly sound proof.
Most mornings I wake up to the sound of her screaming at her children, for whatever reason. It can be anything from them leaving a cup somewhere to the fact that they can't find their shoes.
As I type this, I hear my niece (who was the recent victim of yelling) laughing. I guess it's a good thing that children really do know how to forgive and forget.

To move or not to move....

I have been feeling very restless with my life the way it is right now. I am so close to being able to be out on my own, that I absolutely cannot wait. There is the question, though, of whether or not I should actually move out just because I will be able to.

My first response is "Yahoo! I can live on my own!!!" I mean, I love my family, but I am almost 23 years old, and feel that I am ready to be out on my own. It would be so nice, so quiet, so peaceful. So hard?

Then there is the second, more mundane response: "What's a few more months living at home? I could save money for a down payment on a house, get a new car, not have to worry about paying bills....Sounds nice." But there is a down side to living at home: I really do not relish in the thought of teaching while still living at home. I don't know why really, the thought just doesn't appeal to me at all. Maybe because of how many people are living in this house right now, but hopefully by the time I'm actually teaching as a job then that situation will have changed.

Oh what to do, what to do??

Frustrated

I just typed a very nice, rather long post. Unfortunatly, when I published it, it disappeared. Now I'm feeling even more frustrated than I was when I wrote it to help relieve frustration!!!!!

My Website

I am so excited!! My website has finally been published, thanks largely in part to my wonderful boyfriend who knows more about computers and the internet than I ever will.
The site is: http://students.reinhardt.edu/PSOE/MediaTechnologies/masonm

It still needs some work, but I am very proud of it!

Canned Spanish Rice

Yesterday evening my boyfriend and I were at the grocery store. We were looking for rice, I said that I definitely did NOT want canned Spanish rice to go with our burritos because I do not like canned Spanish rice. That's when it all started.
My boyfriend, though he may have been joking, said there was no such thing as canned Spanish rice. I swore up and down that there was, and proceeded to spend the next thirty minutes looking through this major grocery store chain trying to find canned Spanish rice. I failed to find any.
I have since spent quite some time looking online for canned Spanish rice. I cannot find any ANYWHERE!!!!
I know that it exists. I know that I am not crazy. I know that canned Spanish rice is NOT a figment of my imagination. I'm going to try looking at more stores around here. I will find canned Spanish rice!!!!!

My Life Right Now

I have decided to begin this blog as a way to express myself without having to bore those around me with my daily aggravations, ups, and downs. Granted, my boyfriend will most likely still hear about everything that goes on in my day, but I hope that this blog will be another outlet for my thoughts and feelings on my life.
Just a little bit about myself....
I am 22 years old. I am a senior at a local college, majoring in Early Childhood Education. I am doing my student teaching (internship) this fall, then I will be finished with school. I currently still live at home with my parents, as the job that I have right now would not support my living on my own. Hopefully I will get a job upon completion of my studies and be able to move out.
One major source of frustration for me has been the fact that my sister and her two kids moved back in with us last summer. I love my sister, and I adore her children, but our house is small. My things that I have (though I realize that they are just things) are mine and I really do not like to come home from work and find them scattered across my room or all throughout the house.
Another source of frustration is work. I like where I work, I've been there for almost three and a half years, and will quit only when it is time for me to move on with my life (i.e. in one month). I work at an ice cream shop with mostly teenagers. While I have nothing against teenagers in general, I have learned, finally, to detach myself from them and not to take their immature actions personally. I have learned that they are not attacking me as a person, but simply showing normal teenage behavior toward those in authority (namely, myself).
I've heard that no one likes to read a long blog, so I won't type anymore for right now. I'll write more later tonight or tomorrow maybe.