Troy

Troy is my husband. My husband of almost seven years. The love of my life for more than a decade. We met in 6th grade. How many people marry their Junior High Sweetheart and actually stay happily married? Not many I would guess. He truly is wonderful. Here lately I don't feel nearly as wonderful as him. I worry that he is not happy sometimes and that we are finding less and less that we have in common but then something happens that makes me realize how perfect we are for each other. We both laugh at the same Seinfeld jokes. The thing I love about Troy is that he gets me so much better than anyone else in the world. And I am not talking about some cheesy thing like he knows when to buy me flowers but more than that. He can tell if I have cried in the last day even when I have done everything in my power to hide it. With one word, he can feel the emotion in my voice. He knows how to make me feel better no matter what. Unless he wants me to feel bad and sometimes I need to feel bad because sometimes, I am not the great spouse that he is. I love that I never have to pretend with him. I do pretend sometimes but I don't have to. He loves me for me. Even when I don't want him to see me, he does and he still loves me. I hope he is happy. I hope he knows how much I love him. Do I say that enough? Sometimes I wish he would say it more. But he says it without saying it. I love that we still kiss each other good night and that we never leave the house without a kiss goodbye. I say still because while 7 years isn't forever, it is a very long time in the world of marriage in America. I still have fun with him. Isn't that the important thing?

My Very First Blog

Okay, so I love the thought of a blog. The idea of a journal thing I can type that others can read if they so choose and a place for me to vent, detail, and describe but many things that I love the idea of don't translate well into reality so this may be a very short lived blog. I don't even know what I will write about and I certainly have no idea when I will write but it's worth a shot.
Okay, so I am sitting in my class room watching my 7th grade pre ap class write fervishly in their journals. I am just praying, praying, that it will suddenly begin to snow like crazy so that we can have early release and get out before my 6th period class from hell arrives. They really aren't that bad, really. I just don't want to be here. I haven't wanted to be here since Christmas break. It's not that work is so bad. I just would rather be elsewhere. Okay, so far, my blog totally sucks. Oh, well. Really, I should write for me not whoever may read this, right.
What am I doing? What should I be doing? I don't like teaching. No, let me rephrase that, I do like teaching when I don't have to grade and the kids are perfect. You know what I like about teaching - the lesson creating. I love coming up with fun ways to teach things. So that again leaves me to think that I really just like being creative.