The good die young...

Wyatt Ellyson Flory
7/31/1995-4/25/2010


Loved his big brother


Always there behind you, making you laugh


In everything he did, he found joy.. and always had a smile on his face


Just this past Easter, I began to see the man he was to become. Here, at the ODH races making fun of the big bro...


Philip (my brother), Will (Philip's BF and Wyatt's big brother), and Wyatt

Though he will be utterly and unbearably missed, I know this sweet young boy is in a good place. I have known him since the day he was born, changed his diapers, made him more PB&J sandwiches than I could ever imagine. He was the "little brother" of my little brother; the younger brother of my little brother's best friend since Kindergarten. He was an ever present laugh, a hug, a smile, a sweetheart. He was an angel here on Earth, but God must have needed someone to make him laugh for him to take him so soon. RIP Wyatt, you are so loved.

just got caught in a thunderstorm in pouring down rain while running with Millie our neighbors dog.. LOVED IT

Summer I am so ready!!!

Kindergarten and Skirts

My entire life I have wanted to be a teacher. Even to this day, almost at the end of my 3rd year of teaching Kindergarten, I marvel that I was lucky enough to fall into this position and realize exactly what I wanted to teach. I am walking around, sitting on the floor, squatting, bending, pacing the entire day. One day I really want to wear a pedometer to see exactly how far I walk. Due to this type of movement all day, it's difficult or just plain inconvenient to wear a skirt. Now, I wore a long flowy skir the other day that was perfect for squatting, sitting criss-cross applesauce, and hiding 2 children under the excess fabric while still being completely clothed. But I have so many cute things in my closet that I just can't bring myself to wear. I look at the 1st grade teachers and they wear cute things and sometimes short (well, teacher short) skirts. But they do not get on the ground, pick children up, or do Kindergarten level things nearly as often. I'm straight up jealous sometimes. I woke up this morning, sun is shining, and it's absolutely wonderful outside. I love spring. So I said, Ms. T, suck it up, wear a dress, look cute, feel great. So I did. And I love it. So here is to not letting the job stop me from wearing what I want. Below is a dress similar to the one I'm wearing. Paired with a little white cardigan and my white "tori burch" flats, I think I look darn cute :)

BYOB

It truly feels like spring today and everyone is pining away for their already long lost winter clothes. This is what it's supposed to feel like!!! I don't mind it though I have LOVED getting a good start on a tan. In honor of spring and yet still trying to embrace summer, it's BYOB at the Bungalow this evening. Throw some stuff on the grill, play some yard games, and hopefully have a relaxing evening in the comfort of my own home.

Now, what beer do I feel like this evening? I bought a 12 pack of Corona for the races this past weekend because it was 85 degress, but I did not have a single one of them (hooray for younger brothers and his underage friends). So do I try that again since I still have all the limes. Or hmmm, go for economics here and stick to some Miller light action.

Any suggestions for a cheap yet fun beer I should give a chance to?

A new era... Go Tribe

Frankly, just happy to have the Green and Gold.. feathers :)

"work day"

Today is our last day of "spring break". It is technically a workday but seeing how I am still sitting here at home and it's almost 10:30AM, I'm not breaking my neck to get into school this morning.

When I first started this blog, I used it as a sounding board, a place to vent, to let it out, to get feedback. A few minutes ago, the reason I logged into the computer was to come here and write about my weekend and everything that happened. When it comes down to it though, I'm just over it. Everyone has their problems, personally, romantically, and of course with their family. So why would you want to come here and hear me whine and complain. For those of you that do read me from time to time, thank you for all my previous whine sessions.

I watched a movie last night when I couldn't sleep called "Mister 11". I needed a mindless stupid (what I thought to be a) rom-com. It was not so much. It's about a woman so obsessed with numbers and statistics, that on her wedding day she throws everything away because she finds out that the man she just married was not actually her number 11. How stupid. But me not letting things just be as simple as they are and needing to make it all that much more deep and complicated, let my mind run away with it. It just shows how we take stupid little inane things and let them screw up the big picture. We are all so scared. OK, maybe not all of us, but I sure am. I look at my time here in Raleigh; 4 years in August. I have not had a single legit relationship. I've had things that I longed to be real, prayed one day would be everything I imagined. I wasted time with guys being exactly what they wanted and nothing that I did. It took a coworker of mine, a married woman with 3 children, 30 seconds to tell me how messed up in the head I was after me whining about my (lack of a) romantic life. It's not their fault I fall for guys that are emotionally unavailable at the time. I did it so I knew I was safe and it would end on it's own. I don't know if I'm ready for something real now, but I don't want to end up looking back and be able to say I didn't try. I'm ready to try and open up and let someone in. And I know, that if it doesn't work out, I have people in my life that love me and support me and I'll be OK.

So, long story now short: I think I met someone. We've hung out a grand total of 3 times, only 1 official date, but he's a sweetheart. Nothing like I ever really looked for, but sometimes, that's what you need to get things jump started. So I'm trying to play it cool, if he likes me he likes me, if not, we move on. BUT, here's to the man friend. Thanks for coming around at the perfect time.