Please find me at my new (old) blog!

I keep jumping around…but the more I try to figure out this blog thing, the more I find better ways to make it happen. So, I’m back at blogger! 

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Hump Day Pizza!

Yesterday I made my first attempt at semi-homemade pizza. By semi homemade, I mean I didn’t make the dough, but I did have to shape it! I was proud of the lovely looking outcome and, even better, it was delicious! The recipe is pretty simple, so I’m going to share it because it’s too good to keep to myself!

(Also- I am an extremely imperfect chef, so my recipes will probably be imperfect, too. You should see my kitchen after I cook a meal…and you should see me as I cook it. It’s honestly a mess, but I love it! I’m learning each day!) Continue reading

Because it was LIFE, and I decided to live it.

Today I had this moment that I thought would take a lot longer to happen.

I had a busy day. Typically, I have to think hard to figure out something to do with my day (currently unemployed until the school year starts with a husband that is currently working 10 hours a day). 

But today was different. Today I had to do laundry, go to the gym, go to an interview,and go grocery shopping all before 2pm. Let me explain why that would be hard for me- doing laundry actually means that I have to leave my house and go to a laundromat, my interview was at 11:30, and I wanted to grocery shop but knew I couldn’t anytime after 1pm just in case I cut close to getting home past 2pm which is when my husband would need the car. I also really wanted to go to the gym.  Continue reading

To the amazing teachers who can’t get a job.

(This post might apply to you most if you are a PA teacher, or if you’re me, and you moved to hopefully find a job, but unknowingly moved to another area where it’s hard to find a teaching job.)

I went to school to learn to teach because I am excited about the opportunity to make a difference. I want to teach because I have hope for the age group that not many see hope in. I believe in middle school and high school students, I believe that they can make a difference, they can be motivated, they can be great, and more importantly, they can do great things. 

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Apartment Warming Life.

I say “Apartment Warming Life” because my life has literally consisted of fixing up this new little apartment every day. There are a few things I’ve learned in the process:

1. Bed Bath and Beyond is the worst store to try to push a cart through (I may have hit into people/ objects more than a few times).

2. HomeGoods is one of God’s greatest creations in the apartment/ home realm. I got some of the cutest things there (and will most likely continue to), and will include pictures of them.

3. Redecorating and reorganizing hurts my back. Ouch. 

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Getting Creative with Fitness.

Through a little bit of searching I have quickly found that the gyms around here aren’t very affordable. I have never actually joined a gym in my life- other than Slippery Rock’s ARC, though that wasn’t by choice. I always was able to have access to my Dad’s awesome home gym in my parents’ basement. Anyways, I was pretty excited about joining a gym once we got here, so needless to say I was a bit bummed when I heard some of the prices.


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It has been just over one week since we’ve moved, our apartment is (almost) set up completely, and most days I don’t even know what I feel!

Moving is a strange thing- leaving everything you know for this brand new place- it’s all exciting and at the same time it feels like your being ripped away from what you love, and put in this position where you really can’t get back to it, at least not on a regular basis. At least that’s what it feels like for me.

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On boxes and change (a first post).

There are boxes everywhere and the place looks a bit unlivable. That’s probably pretty dramatic, and one of those “first world problems” type of phrases, because in reality, it’s probably not that bad. But to me, it’s a true mess, and I’m not your typical neat freak.

I guess there is just something about a room full of boxes that makes a room feel so un-homey. So cold. And at times, these past few days have felt like that. Like I’m living in the only place that I’ve ever belonged, but I don’t actually belong anymore. I am in transition. Change is happening. Continue reading