I Am 29!

29...what is the significance of being 29? So many people revert back to that age when asked how old they are. I mean what 50 year old says they are 33 when asked their age? So what is it about 29?

Is it the the 20's are the link between childhood and adulthood. 29 being the last year would be important in your life.

Or is it that the 20's are quit possibly the biggest character defining decade of you whole life? Most people go into their 20's ready to party, become legal, and...well follow what comes. By the end of your 20's most seem to be on a path in the direction that they will follow for most of their life.

Whatever the significance is I hope that 29 is a year to remember, full of the best memories of my life. I mean if I am going to use that age for the rest of my life, I want it to be the best year ever!

My Semester

Now that I am in the third week of school I am hoping to have more time to blog. I think I have a flow and I guess only time will tell. So here is the scoop on my classes so far.

I am taking Speech this semester, probably one of the least desired classes ever, but it is required for my degree. The teacher is awesome. She is probably in her mid thirties and a total smart ass so we laugh a lot in class. I have to give my first 2 minute speech already, about something that represents me. Well what would i speak about??? My children of course. I talked about each one and traits about them that are so much like their mommy. I think I did well, but I am waiting for my grade.

Then there is Advanced Criminal Law. The teacher is amazing. I have had him before and I love him. The class is all about learning the Penal Code, but we laugh, make smart ass comments, and jokes throughout the whole class. I am excited to say there is no homework in this class because he feels the content is so tough we need time to study. I have one assignment that requires I go to court and write a paper, but that typically comes easy to me.

World Humanities is next...this is a tough class. The teacher is a total hippie and though she is very blunt, but she can be funny. Just don't be late to her class or she will make it known what time you should have arrived. This class seems to focus a lot on Africa, but the hard part for me is that I have not taken history and a lot of discussion focus on history. She was very understanding to my learning disability so I think I will do well.

My Literacy class is lame, taught by a librarian about how to use the library. Need i say more???

The last two classes are weight training and cardio kickboxing so I can get my butt in shape this year. Seems to be working well so far.

So there you have it my whole semester. The rest of my life seems to be going well, the kids are all good, my husband seems to have a lot of bids out for jobs and for the most part work it really fun. Best of all my birthday is on Sunday...and those who know me know how much I love my birthday.

Diving Right In

Well it's official I have survived my first week of school. As you can see my blog has been the thing in my life to suffer. Although the week has been packed full of going to class, doing homework and spending time with my family, I have had no time to update the rest of you on my life. Just in one week of class I can barely walk from P.E., I have to write a speech, color and fill in a map of Africa, take a tour on the library and do 2 pages of assignments and write a biography. Oh but wait that doesn't even touch on what I have to read. So yes I have been busy.

Yesterday I went to the Asian Art Museum in San Francisco with the husband to visit the Afghanistan Exhibit. This was yet another assignment for a class, World Humanities. We took a tour through the packed full of people exhibit and experienced some of the culture. Not pictures were allowed in the exhibit so the only picture I have is the one below take on the second story. I then came home and had to write a one page paper about my experience. So I went, I saw and I wrote. And I will try my best to update you a little more often.

Standing At The Starting Line

You know that feeling where you are standing at the start line waiting for the shot to be fired so you can sprint your way to the finish line. The anticipation that builds and builds. Then just before the race starts, that point where you are not just standing there but you are actually in position ready to go. Your heart is pounding and it is almost hard to breathe. You know you will do well, confidence is not the problem, you just wanna do it. It's not the finish you long for, it's the race itself. The competitive side that longs for the run, seeing the person next to you coming close, then just before you cross the finish you pull ahead.

That is where I am right now. Last spring I took 3 units, then 6 in the fall. Now I am taking 12 units at the JC. I am so ready to take on the semester and up until today I have just been standing around at the start line waiting for them to say it's time for my race. But tonight is my first class, I am in position and ready to face the challenge head on. I just can't wait to actually be in school. Only a few more hours and I will be complaining about the hardest semester yet.

5 Years and Counting

Well we did it, today marks 5 years since the day we said our vows. The day my little boy, now almost 10 years old, walked me down the aisle and said to the preacher when asked who gives this women away, "Me and Dakota do!" 5 years since the day my best friend sang the most beautiful song as we lit candles. 5 years since we kissed our way into the commitment that makes us husband and wife. And 5 years since we surprised most of our guest with the crazy lake song we left the alter to as Mr. and Mrs. Dave Sklavos. Our greek last name means slave, yes I am a lucky, lucky girl.

In the last 5 years we have had 2 beautiful babies together, moved 4 times, started a business that has allowed to to be a stay home mommy, made some of the most amazing memories of my life and survived one of the hardest years. I look at the man I married and I smile today. He is funny, handsome, there when I need a shoulder, but boy can he take my crap and give it right back. Sometimes that makes the perfect balance and sometimes makes us wonder how we got to where we are. Regardless of anything I can't wait to share the next hundred years with the man I said I do to 5 years ago!!

Thank you to Becky from Becka Lynn Photography for these amazing anniversary pictures.

Zoo Day

Today was a great day. We had a chance to go to the zoo with one of my best friends that I never get to see anymore. Between her job and my life our schedules never seen to match up. So today it finally worked. I packed the little ones while the big boys were in school and she brought her munchkin and we went to visit some animals. So here are a few pics of the animals and of course a group shot.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

The Hole

I finally figured it out. You know when you go to the beach and dig a hole then run to the water with your bucket. You fill you bucket and come back to the hole, dump your water in and run back for more...just to fill that hole. Sadly when you back with the second bucket of water you find that all of the first bucket has absorbed into the ground and you are back at square one again. So you dump that second bucket in and run even faster for the third, sure that this time working harder will pay off. You come back and there is about 1/4 of that second bucket left in the hole. You dump the third bucket in, run even faster for the fourth, cause now you have it figured out. But on the way to the water to get the fourth bucket you trip and your face lands in the sand. By the time you get back the hole is empty yet again, ultimately never catching up or filling that hole to the top.

Welcome to my life! Every time I think I have a solution that is going to get me all caught up...I trip and fall on my face only to come back to an empty hole. Maybe if I just moved the hole closer to the water...I might actually get somewhere.

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