packing up.

I will forever remember the day I found out I got the job in Arizona. My principal called me at 4:00pm, asking if I would accept the job. As soon as I got off the phone, Aaron and I went around to every grocery store in town, asking for boxes. By 10:00pm that night, we had all of our books and board games packed and ready to go. We were more than ready to get out of there.

Eight months later, we are packing it all up again. Yep, we’re moving!

Just a few miles away. (Did I trick you? I was trying…;)

Since Aaron and I moved into this apartment, we have been dreaming of the day when we would move to a place that didn’t have scorpions, that had hardwood floors, and had a real kitchen that wasn’t a hallway. And yesterday that day finally came! After lots of prayer, driving around neighborhoods, and searching the newspaper every weekend, we found the sweetest little home and it has everything we want (except the hardwood floors…but we’ll take the brand-spanking-new carpet).

So, this morning, we once again drove around town to all the grocery stores and begged for boxes. When we got home, we packed up our books and our board games. Once again, I realize how moving sucks. I thought maybe having an entire month to pack up would be better, but it doesn’t really help. I’m only on day one of packing and I already hate it. I don’t know how my mother did it all those times we went back and forth to Australia.

I will post pictures, but probably not for another month or so, as we don’t really move in until May.

I can’t believe the time has come for us to live in a real house. We are moving up in the world!

cashier love.

I found THE ONE. See, I shop at Walmart. I don’t know what it is about this particular Walmart, but they have the worst cashiers/baggers. I even specifically place items on the counter so that they all go together, and the cashiers still mess everything up and put the craziest items together. I just don’t get it.

Well, tonight I went grocery shopping and Aaron picked line 12 to check out. The cashier was an older woman wearing six multi-colored earrings per ear, several brooches made from plastic canvas and yarn (one in the shape of a bunny), and a striped button up wool vest. Her name tag said ‘Yulanda.’

I was really questioning Aaron’s judgement.

But there she was, trekking along, looking at all of our produce, talking about how she can’t stand to waste bags, but she doesn’t want to overfill them. We had a great chat, actually. She mentioned about how I was buying tofu, and it reminded her of this man who bought chicken feet because his daughters always complained about their mom’s cooking. And then, when she saw him again a couple weeks later, she asked him how the chicken feet went over.

She mentioned how she hated her bifocals because they make her feel old, but she figures she should have decent glasses since she finally has a decent job. She talked about her migraine. You know, just chit-chatty sort of things. I could just tell that she was a keeper. Finally, as Aaron and I were walking away, she said, “Well, you have a happy Easter if I don’t see you before then!”

And that was it. I was sold. If she is going to wish me a happy Easter and remember me the next time I come in, I will go to her line every single time. And you know, she wasn’t nosy and annoying. It was just really pleasant. I always try to be pleasant to the cashiers when I go through their line, but sometimes they are so grumpy. Not, Yulanda. She was friendly and colorful…I have a feeling we will become great friends.


Well, I said I would let you know how my menu/budget went the last time I went grocery shopping. I am happy to report that I spent $143! Only three bucks over budget. So, I have learned a lesson: it’s better to cook awesome meals than crappy meals, because awesome meals cost just as much.

This next two weeks, I am going with the same philosophy and asking myself, “What am I craving?” Also, Aaron’s parents are coming next week for spring break! And so I’m thinking about them as well. My next menu is….

(holy moly, I made this two weeks ago, and it was so good!)

We are going camping at the Grand Canyon, and my momma-in-law is going to be heading up that department, so our menu is pretty small. Check out the links for the recipes!

I hope you have a lovely weekend! I will be deep cleaning my apartment and resting up from my millionth cold since teaching….


Tonight, I am thankful that God created mangos.

Have you had one recently?

Tonight I was making dinner and the recipe called for a mango. I have always assumed that I don’t like mangos because whenever mango is in a smoothie, it just doesn’t sit right with me. Anyways, I was peeling and cutting up this mango, thinking to myself, “Why bother taste it? I don’t really like mangos…I hope I like it mixed in with this recipe, though. How much did this mango cost, again? Probably a waste, shipped over from who knows where…” But I kept looking at this mango, and it smelled so sweet and the juice was running all over the cutting board. It was…tempting. So I took the smallest sliver off my knife and put it on my tongue.

Friends, this mango was like a gift. Like, God blessed me with the only good mango in the world, just so I could have a silver lining in this week. God made mangos! And I picked the very best one out of the five that were sitting under the bright Walmart lights. So, I finished cutting it up, but I could tell there was still some good bits stuck to the pit…friends, I ate that mango, all the way down to the stringy, tough bits. There is nothing left of it.

Now, I have lots of friends who live or have lived overseas where they grow mangos and probably pick them up off the street because mango trees are just chillin’ out everywhere. I have no doubt that your mangos from wherever you are taste ten times better than my Walmart mango. But that’s the thing: knowing that my little mango was probably picked too soon, shipped over the ocean, packaged up in a box, sent on a truck, and arrived in the-middle-of-nowhere, Arizona and it still tasted so delightful, only makes me even more thankful that God created mangos. When He does something, He does it well.

little girl

Mama comes home from a long day of work
hits her baby, makes her hurt.
Then little girl, youngest of five,
comes to school and cries and sighs.
“My stomach hurts,
my tooth, it bleeds,
I have a fever,
please, Please, PLEASE! 
just let me lie down…”
Naive teacher doesn’t know
the problem really lies at home.
‘Cause Mama’s been working so hard all day
and little girl’s just in the way.
So little girl gets hit and blamed,
then comes to school, heart-bruised and ashamed.
Feels sick to her stomach
just thinking about going back.
Who cares about books and how to subtract?
This is a matter of LIFE!
…or pain.
Finally, naive teacher reads the signs
and asks what happens behind the closed blinds?
And little girl says,
“When Mama comes home from a long day of work,
she hits me all over, makes me hurt.”

-Janel Westerfield

a few things.

1.) I have been seeing a chiropractor for two weeks now. Holy cow. It has been amazing. If you have never seen a chiropractor before, even if you feel like there is nothing wrong with you, I highly recommend you go. Your back and neck will feel so amazing. They did this scan thing on me to see how tense my muscles are, and mine were off the charts tense. Literally, the nurse thought the machine was broken until she started going all down my back and realized that I am just that tense.

2.) I also started going to Zumba this week. Actually, I only went once. But once was seriously enough to make me feel every other muscle in my body that the chiro didn’t get. Have you ever been to Zumba before? I always thought that I was a pretty good dancer, but going to Zumba made me realize that I actually can’t dance. Anyways, I really encourage anyone out there to go to a gym, even if you feel like you are so out of shape, everyone would stare at you and you would feel really dumb. While I was not the best Zumba-er out there on the floor, I guarantee I wasn’t the worst! And I’m sure you will find that about yourself as well.

3.) Aaron is gone for drill this weekend and I am really going to miss him. However, last night I slept 14 hours. That would seriously never happen if the love of my life had been with me. See, Aaron and I have different philosophies about sleep. For me, if I am tired, it doesn’t matter how early it is. I feel no shame about going to bed at 7:00, 8:00 at night. And I have no shame about sleeping in as long as it takes for me to feel fully rested. Normally, about 10 hours. But if I have had a week where I have not slept enough, it could go much longer. Aaron, on the other hand, has very clear sleep boundaries. 7 hours, tops. When his subconscious hears that first birdie chirping out the window, he is up, ready to start the day. One thing about Aaron is that he hates feeling like his day is wasted (whereas I do not feel like sleep is wasteful, especially if you are tired). So, as you can see, our sleep patterns are rather conflicting. I know Aaron works hard to be patient and let me sleep in on the weekends, but let’s face it: when you are married, it’s just not the same.

And so, when Aaron is at drill, it’s the one weekend a month where I sleep. And sleep. And sleep. And it feels so amazing. While I miss having my best friend around, I choose to focus on the positive, and for me the positive is 14 hours of sleep.

4.) Finally, I will leave you with this lovely exchange I overheard in the cafeteria this week:
Girl: I wish Mrs. Westerfield were my teacher. She’s so nice!
Boy: I don’t! She’s mean!

And there you have it, folks. Have a lovely weekend!