A Busted Can of Biscuits

Have you ever seen a busted can of biscuits?  You know like the ones where the biscuits are trying to stay in the can,but because of the pressure they are slowly seeping out?!?!  Yep. That is my life right now.  Well...really just this past week.

Let's recap:
Monday I nearly had a mental break down because my husbands schedule changed at work.  I know that freedom and America doesn't revolve around me and junk, but heck can his schedule STOP be ever-changing.  I literally had a diva fit and thrown a crying tantrum for 5 hours. Poor Adam.  I am convinced that because I didn't throw many tantrums as a child that it is coming back to haunt me.  No I didn't lay down and kick my feet, but don't you dare think that I did not ponder the idea of doings so.

Tuesday-Thursday I don't really remember. Except that lately, I have realized that I am started to really, I mean REALLY dislike some friends and family from home.  After I have been away from them for so long and realized what kind of people they are, it really makes me wonder why I liked them to being with. Maybe it's just me growing up and having my own family, or maybe it is the separation. Who knows.

Friday- I hosted a parent involvement for my class and my kids showed their badonk-a-donks so bad that I was ready to blow a gasket.  I mean I bought all the decorations, bought goody bag stuff and everything and how do they repay me?! My acting like fools.  Needless to say, tomorrows circle time is not going to be rainbows and sunshine.

Saturday was relaxing.

Well then here comes Mr. Sunday.  I go to start my truck and it starts acting dumb.  Well after I let it run for a minute it seemed fine so off to the commissary I go then I am about to pass McDonalds and decide I want a sausage biscuit. WRONG. I knew I should have had a cereal bar, but I have't had a sausage biscuit in awhile and I had cash (I shouldn't make excuses, but oh well).  In any case, as I pull into the parking lot and KADOOSH my truck cuts off.  So what do I do...I sit there. I freaking sit there and start singing Amazing Grace at my truck.  I prayed and told God I would not have McDonalds this morning if he just let my truck start and let me get home.   Well that worked. (Thanks God for helping me cut calories. Appreciate it.) I got home. Played with the truck for a minute (even though I have no earthly clue what I was doing) then it was running fine.  So off I went to the commissary which frankly is uber stupid of me because it pay day weekend.  Luckily I got there early enough to where it wasn't that bad.  However that is when all the "I hate Americans even though I live in America" people are there. Seriously, it is fight or flight usually. So I am shopping, wondering around aimlessly, minding my own business.  While in the cheese aisle, I am behind this old man I am patiently waiting because I literally have NOTHING else to do with my day and he looks at me, I smile then he comes over to say something.  In my head I am coaching myself, "Jessie don't be a redneck even if he is mean to you. Be nice.  Be nice. Don't be a smart elec".  Here is the conversation:

Man: "Yu know where de putta is?"
Me: "The pasta?!?!"
Man: "No de putta!"
Me: "What?!"
Man: He starts doing hand motions.
Me:Somehow I comprehend. "Oh de butter."
Man: "Yes. Yes."

He walked away after I pointed him to the butter.  I was glad to help him and I was also glad he didn't have any stank remarks to make because honestly I don't know if coaching myself was helping.

So luckily I was somewhat able to hold my self together, like a busted can of biscuits.  I only lost it for a little bit, and only a little bit of me "seeped out". (More like weeped out.)

So now I am sitting here procrastinating on doing laundry, and cleaning.  Sitting here eating my candy gummy sweet tarts that Adam bought me the other day. I am pretty sure they are going to end up being my anniversary present.  Oh well, I don't care if he forgets every anniversary, or if the military takes him away for all of them.  All that matters to me was that he was there on the day we got married, and he was.
Blah. Blah. Blah.
Here's to hoping this coming week is not another busted can of biscuits. Cheers.

Must be doin' somethin' right.

This conversation happened while I was sitting with a student doing an art project.
Kid: "Ms. Jessie?!"
Me: "Yes dear?"
Kid: "I saw a man on the side of the street the other day sleeping.  He was sleeping on the sidewalk with trash."
Me: "Well, that is a very common thing to see.  Do you want to talk about how it made you feel?"
Kid: "It made me feel sad.  He had no home or family."
Me:"Yes.  He was probably homeless."
Kid: "Yeah he was.  Well, I can't give him a home, but I can make him a bed."
Me: "Oh really...out of what?!"
Kid: "You know...legos."

    I'm not going to lie...I get a lot of grief being a preschool teacher.  I have literally had people look at me and be like, "Oh so you wipe butts?!".  Actually yes...I do wipe butts, but didn't someone wipe yours?  Didn't someone lay the foundation of your whole education career?  Didn't someone take the time to listen to you and help you develop social-emotional, cognitive, language, and physical skills?

    There are plenty of days were I just want to give up and quit.  However, days like Friday, where my kids got to preform sign language and songs for their parents...just to see my students faces was priceless.  I choose to work.  I don't have too.  But I do have more good days than bad and to know what I am doing for these children means the world to me. 

    I have had parents act superior than me.  I have had DOE (Department of Education) teachers look down on me.  I have had other people just assume I have to work and this is the only job I could get while in college.  Well, let me tell you something, everyone is equal and you really shouldn't look down on people.  So parents and grade school teachers, listen up...I have spent over $1,000 (of my own money) easily in the past year ON YOUR CHILDREN.  Yes, I willingly do it and yes I am still buying things for my students because I want too.  I'm not complaining, but I teach your children a lot more than what you may think.  You may not realize this but I have a lot of control of how your child turns out educationally, socially, and as an all around person.  I am with them more than you are and I am molding them into honorable human beings.  Well, I'm trying. I (as well at most other preschool teachers) are setting the foundation for your child for the rest of their life.  I teach my students to take pride in themselves, to have confidence and to be a respectable human beings.  

    The reason I put the conversation between the student and I at the beginning of this post is because it melted my heart.  I teach my students to care and help people if they are able too.  I teach them to love people and accept people even if they are different than them.  But not only did it warm my heart, it made me realize that I must be doin' somethin' right.  


Of course I couldn't do this without my PIC (partner in crime) ;)

My awesome classroom. Excuse the mess on the counter.  

I didn't choose this life, I chose my husband.

    This morning, I got the privilege of going to Aulani Disney Resort in Kapolei to the Disney breakfast there.  It was pretty cool.  I went with two of my students and their moms (they are also friends).  While this boys were playing I was talking with the girls (one of which is active duty Navy) about how I don't believe there should even be a military spouse appreciation day.  Let's be for real, what we do is hard and no, not all of us chose this lifestyle, we chose our spouse.  It is hard to learn 48 hours in advance that your husband is going to be going to war for 8 months.  It is hard to have to do everything by your self.  It is hard to be alone.  It is hard to up and move after only a couple of months of living somewhere just because the military needs you somewhere else.  It is hard missing holidays, birthdays, and special moments with family and friends.  But do you know what would be harder?  It would be so much harder to not know the love that I know.  It would be so much harder to not be a wife to my best friend.

    Don't get me wrong...being a military spouse isn't easy, nor is it for everyone, but do I think we need a special day to honor it....heck no!  Calm your tits ladies.  Doctor's spouse's don't get a day dedicated to them and their spouses also work insane hours and are often on call a majority of the time.  What really set me off about this "Military Appreciation Day" was the fact that some of the spouses thought that they deserved a discount, or medal or something.  Like be for real, yes I get lonely when Adam is gone but at least I don't have to work 72 hours straight, and I get to sleep in my own bed as well as eat whatever type of food my little heart desires.  What my husband and all of his fellow bothers and sisters in arms should be getting the praise and honor.  Not "us".  I don't do the hard work, my husband does.  Oh and by the way, military spouses are CIVILIANS NOT ENLISTED.  They are not in the military, they are dependents of a person that is.
 

(This is so dumb!)

    All in all, I am a military wife.  Yes, I keep down the home front while my husband and the rest of the U.S. military are fighting for our freedom...what little freedom we do have left.  However, my "job" is relatively easy compared to theirs.  So don't recognize me, recognize the men and women that put their lives on hold for you and the children that don't get to have their daddy or mommy home for the holidays, or birthdays.  Most of all, recognize that someone was so selfless and laid their life down, or missed very important things and put their life on hold so that you can enjoy what you love.

    -On a side note, if you ever hear a spouse of a person that is in the military complaining, or upset because they miss their spouse please do not ever look at them and say, "Well you chose this life.".  First of all, unless the person is a tag chaser (someone that seeks military people out so that they can reap the benefits) we chose our spouse, not their occupation.

Well...hello there ;)

I am not sure how these things work but I got inspired by a friend from high school, so I am going to give this blogging thing a try.

I am the type a girl that has a lot to say and lately I have been feeling like I need to document my life, not necessarily share it with the world (even though I clearly am now), but so that one day I can reflect on my life and remember the little things.

As for my blog name, it is simple.  Throughout my life, I want to "keep faith". Yes, in God (no I am not going to preach at you by any means), but also in myself, my marriage, in my career and in my relationships.  

For starters, I am a military wife, Navy to be exact.  I married my sailor on July 16, 2011 in Pickens, South Carolina (home).  We now live in Honolulu, Hawaii with our dog, Jake.  I am a full-time preschool teacher at the base CDC, as well as a full- time student.  

My life has always been crazy, but lately it has been even more crazy.  Within the past few months I was diagnosed with PCOS (Polysistic Ovary Syndrome).  There is a lot that happens to you when you have this, but the main thing is weight.  I have literally gained 15 pounds.  Considering I have been the same size since 9th grade, I was kind of pissed when I started gaining all of this weight and didn't know why.  Well, now I know.  So for the few of you that commented on my weight, (you haven't a lick of class, tact, and you are very rude)here is your explanation  not that I even owed you one. well there isn't much I can do about it. Before you start...yes, I do work out and yes I try to eat the best I can but this is different.  

Since school has let out, I have been trying to deep clean parts of the house and craft. We live in base housing and our downstairs bathroom gets on my nerves.  The tile is old (you can tell, even though they "renovated" this house) and it has grout between the lines.  I have literally tried everything to get this junk out.  The other day while on Pinterest I saw a blog about cleaning, while I scanning through, I saw that it recommended that you use Clorox Toilet Cleaner.  I did and IT WORKED! FINALLY!  I wish that I took a before and after, but oh well. 

Speaking of crafting, I recalled my idea for my door the other day at my friend Lynda's house.  I am so in love with it...I won't explain it...I will just show you the picture. :)

Mahaler/Mahalo (Thank you in Hawaiian) for reading my first blog.