Monthly Archives: March 2013

First Time – Meeting D, Officially


The first time I met D, he was coming out of a camel……

I have never been a “math person”.  Numbers almost literally swim before my eyes, so as the end of my junior year of high was coming to a close and I was half-way through an advanced algebra class I decided to drop out and do something that I might actually enjoy.  I quit math and started drama class!  Freedom!

One of my favorite teachers was teaching the class, it was definitely more in my comfort zone and it was EASY.  On the first day, I walked into the class and (this is going to sound so mean, and I apologize but I was 17) I had the choice of sitting next to “The Smelly Girl” or  “The Popular Boy Who Had Previously Thrown A Binder At My Head”.  I chose the former.

Drama did not seem like much fun now.  Sitting next to a “preppy” for the next six weeks being forced to work together, but at least I didn’t have to sit directly next to “The Smelly Girl”.

The class started and my teacher began it with an improve routine. She called on volunteers and Preppy went up.  Now, I don’t remember the exact premise of this skit, but somehow or another Preppy a.k.a. D was being birthed out of a camel.  Yuck, but hilarious in the moment.  I started to feel an inkling of actual tolerance towards this preppy kid.

Needless to say, drama class became my favorite class of the day.  First thing in the morning I got to hang out with this guy and he was proving all of my previous judgments wrong.  He was kind.  Funny.  Still very cute.  We began to partner up for things to work on outside of school.  I began to notice that my teacher was pairing us together and I certainly wasn’t objecting.

I started to spend more time with him then with my actual boyfriend.  “Uh oh”, high school dramatics about to ensue.  After much thought, and being seen by my boyfriends best friend outside of D’s house, I was finally true to my heart.  I liked D.  I liked him a lot, and I wanted to spend as much time with him that I could.  I remember calling D one day after school and saying “I’ll be over in a couple of minutes, I have to go break up with my boyfriend”.  Ha!  Scandalous!  In less then 20 minutes I had driven from my house to dump my boyfriend and back to D’s house to begin the most wonderful friendship turned romance ever.

The rest of that school year was a whirlwind.  I spent as much time with D as I could.  He was leaving for college in the fall and I knew I wanted to keep the relationship strong.  Most of my friends weren’t very supportive stating that “All long distance and college-high school relationships fail”.  I wasn’t going to let that happen and I lost some friends from that choice.  However, I knew this was worth it.  D was the real deal and I was quickly falling for him.   Who would have guessed we could later claim the title of “High School Sweethearts”


The hallowed halls of our first meeting – “Midwest High school”


The First Time I Saw D AND Terrific Tuesday


I have decided today will be terrific.  It is all about maintaining a positive attitude! WOOT!

Any way…on to the first time I met D.  

[cue dramatic swirls of color taking you back in time to 1998]

I am an awkward 7th grader in a big pool of equally awkward pre-teens.  Cool things were baggy jeans and chokers, Hanson and Backstreet Boys, bleached hair and gel.  Image

Here’s me (on the left) circa 1998ish and my beautiful cousin!  

The news on the street was that there was a new 8th grade boy at our school.  This was headline news for me and my friends as we were just a tad boy-crazy.  And as the year went by we heard about him, had brushes with him, heard that one of the “popular” girls was “dating” him.  And, as luck would have it he rode my bus.  Now, I would never actually talk to this boy but just to set eyes on the new boy was enough to make a 12 year old girl’s heart skip a beat.  

I entered our large, yellow, and smelly bus #91, said “Hi” to Carl, the best bus driver ever ,and found my seat next to my best friend.  Now, I don’t know about you all, but middle school is complex environment full of social do’s and don’ts, and for us one of these was the back of the bus was reserved for “way cooler” 8th graders, including the new boy.  

We had a prime viewing spot to watch New Boy walk by everyday.  

My 7th grade year came to a close.  New Boy’s romance with Popular Girl was “over”.  Summer was setting in and this was the last day to see New Boy walk by on his way to the back of the bus.  

I remember that moment like it was yesterday.  He was so cute, with his bleach blond tips and gel, over sized T-shirt and shorts.  everything a 7th grade girl could dream of.  

Well, as the bus pulled away, somebody yelled to Carl, “Can we have a paper fight?” After all, it was the last day of school and Carl was the coolest bus driver so of course the answer was “yes”.  Paper throwing chaos ensued; crumpled algebra and colored maps of Europe were tossed around the humid bus as we drove towards summer vacation.  And as I was enjoying the freedom to be a complete fool, I got hit in the head by something hard.  OUCH!

I grabbed the light blue, plastic binder that hit me in my head. We were all required to carry these while at school.  I searched the cover for a name to see what annoying 8th grader had chucked it at my head and low and behold HIS name was there.  New Boy had thrown a binder at my head.  

I slumped into my seat.  Confided in my best friend that New Boy was a jerk/dork/nerd and I couldn’t wait for summer.  

And this was my first encounter with D, New Boy, my fantastic husband! Who would have guessed that this 8th grader would turn out to be my husband.  Stay tuned for the first time we officially met. 

(D of course has no recollection of hitting a poor 7th grade girl in the head with his binder, though he does remember the paper fight and throwing his binder. )


Two Happiest Places on Earth!


It is Show Us Your Life Friday on Kelly’s blog and the theme is favorite vacation spots!

I don’t know about all of you guys, but I need a vacation! March is the toughest month of the year!


I have two favorites.  One is Michigan and the other Disneyworld.  BOTH ARE SUPER HAPPY PLACES!  I can’t help but smile when I pass over the Michigan border and I can’t help but get butterflies when I see the EPCOT ball!  Ha!  

Michigan – I love everything about Michigan.  I love the seasons, I love the people, I love the  Upper Peninsula and the Lower.  I grew up in South West Michigan within a 20 minute drive of beach days at Lake Michigan.  People are polite drivers (which is something I took for granted until I moved away).  I love the accents (“Oh, yeah, ey?!) My mom is from the U.P. (Upper Peninsula) and we spent A LOT of time up there when I was young.  Michigan is beautiful and rustic.  It’s my home.  I love vacationing at home.  We spend holidays there and usually a week or two every summer.  LOVE THE MITTEN STATE!



This is Dagny (the dog), D, me and little Pea Pod this past summer.  We are in near the “pinky” of the mitten on vacation at my parents place.  



This is D and I with Dagny on top of Hog’s Back mountain in the Upper Peninsula (my brother is the camera guy).  GORGEOUS! 

Disney World – If you aren’t happy when you go to Disney you are not human.  Disney is the best destination ever.  Granted, I have not been to Europe or anywhere non-American besides Canada, which doesn’t count, but…still!  HAPPIEST PLACE!  D and I went there for our honeymoon (so much fun).  We like to go places and do things.  We are not the types who enjoy sitting everyday for a vacation (though that may change as Pea Pod gets older). We like to do things and Disney is totally the place to do things.  We are Disney planners and doers.  We like to do everything in the park.  We have a tour plan that we stick to to the minute and we train with our “theme park walk” (think speed walking while dodging slower park-goers, ha!)  We love Disney.  We went for our first wedding anniversary and we are headed there this summer to celebrate our fifth wedding anniversary (and Pea Pod is headed to Grandma Camp)!  We have already decided the restaurants and the exact entrees we are ordering. Yep…Disney freaks and proud of it!   Image

Disney World – 2009 for our first anniversary

ImageMy dream is to spend the night in that castle….Cinderella’s Suite…someday, when I am a millionaire.  


I love vacation!  (Oh, and did I mention we are going to retire in Kissimee, FL and work at Disney part time?!) Ha!


The First Time – Being a Teacher


I became a teacher.  I swore I never would.  Over and over when I was little people would tell me what a great teacher I would become.  I was in total denial.  

I chose my college, signed up for the nursing program, and then as I arrived for freshman orientation I was told that they had dropped the program.  Well, gee!  I wasn’t going to leave the school; I wanted to be there! So, instead I just went “undeclared”.  Ha!  Undeclared, as far as God was concerned I was a declared education student from the time I was born!  

I started working at the campus child care center “just for money”.  Still in denial, I continued through my first year.  And as if it couldn’t get any more obvious, I was placed in charge of teaching a class of kindergartners for a small portion of my job.  Slowly, the “just for money” job became my favorite part of the day.   

Finally, I saw the road signs.  God had once again been setting me up to become what I always was meant to be, a teacher.  I still find myself struggling against it at times and wondering “What if?” but I am trying to abide and stop chasing happiness.  God has placed me in this career for a reason and it may not be clear to me on a daily basis, but I am learning to trust in Him.  

Everyday is an adventure as a teacher.  Every day is the first time again.  Wondering what moods the kids will be in, what will and won’t be accomplished and so much more…but the best part is the unknown.  The wonder and as I like to call them, the “Praise the Lord!” moments when my kindergartners and 1st graders finally get it! 

-The Formerly In-Denial Kindergarten Teacher a.k.a. The Midwest Mom 

Encourage – Bringing Faith to Life


Even though this is only my second post on Midwest Mom, I have already felt the tug to come here and complain.  I have resisted the urge and today as I sit down, I am so excited!  Why? Well, because some other blogger moms (Kelly’s Korner and Blue Eyed Bride) have tagged this day as a day to encourage each other and turn outward instead of inward.  

Today’s topic…faith. I am the first to say that my faith is a bumpy, stumbly road with way too many potholes.  I feel like a failure at faith sometimes…okay almost all the time.  I know, I know, a bit of a downer, especially when this is supposed to be encouraging (just stick with me). 

I lost my faith when I was really young. I grew up in the Catholic church, went to church every Sunday and mid-week catechism.  But, it was just going through the motions.  I said my prayers every night and always would pray about my grandparents, with a selfish child-like little add on of “Please let my Grandma be the last one to die, because I love her the most”.  I didn’t own my faith.  God didn’t seem real to me.  I figured he was out there but I didn’t think he was…present. And then my faith took a dive.

My grandma died.

As far as I was concerned, God killed my grandma. How could he?! How could he specifically kill my grandma after I prayed he would let her die last!?!

I was mad.  I was sad.  I just couldn’t justify this in my brain.  My parents tried to help me understand but it just didn’t help.  God was dead to me.  I hated him.

Years passed. We stopped going to church as a family.  I prayed out of habit but with no gumption or belief behind it.

Then my junior year of high school came and I met my now husband.  We started talking etc…(I’ll post more about meeting D later) and he asked me to come to church with him. I wasn’t sure about it.  Church seemed fake and God wasn’t going to listen to me anyway, so what was the point?

The point was that God had been with me everyday since the day my grandma died. He had been placing every person in my life to get me to that Sunday when I walked in with D and felt Him again.  I literally felt Him. I walked into that sanctuary and knew immediately that  He was there with open arms and always had been, waiting for me to run into them again.  

So, when I hit those bumps, those doubts, those “Why me? What’s the point?” moments, I remember the feeling of open arms and how God is right there ready to give me the biggest bear hug ever.  

So, whats your stumbly, bumbly, doubt-filled story that brings your faith to life and gives you an anchor to God? 


The First Time


Welcome to The Midwest Mom!  This is the first post and it’ll be a cliff hanger! Hop over to the About Me to learn more…about me! 

For as long as I can remember, I have loved journal-ing.  I remember my purple diary with a lock, and the key that I wore around my neck, as if the name of the boy I had a crush on was as precious as the gold in Ft. Knox. Journal-ing became my release.  It’s a place where I can let it go. I can write and let my heart spill out.  It started with childhood crushes, progressed to deep reflections and…. now I have officially started a blog.  

A blog you say?  Seems like a natural step for a chronic journaler. And I have a confession for the blog universe….this is not my first time blogging.  I have tried numerous times and then sputtered out.  But after reading more blogs lately I think I may have found my niche…MOMMY BLOGGING! I have loved reading other mommy blogs, Kelly’s Korner, The Pioneer Woman, Bring the Rain, The Blue Eyed Bride, to name a few.  But, along with those being mom blogs, they are woman blogs, real women with real lives and I want to have a place to spew my feelings. Even if nobody ever comes her.  I am going to truly try to get this blog up and moving.  

In an effort to keep this blog moving, I am going to begin with a series of posts all about firsts. Stay tuned!