things that matter.

things that matter.

     Love                                                          Happiness

                Health

                                 Family

Relationships

Education

        Birthdays

                                                        Traditions

                          Enough Money to Survive

                                                        Religion

   Freedom              Passion

Basic Needs

                    Environment 

Improvement

Animals

feelings                           Nature

things that don't.

            Celebrity Gossip                                

Past Mistakes

Exes 

  Petty Arguments

                       Things You Can't Change

                            Drama

Body Fat Percentage

      Small Details-- people don't actually notice

                      Test Scores

teaching.

My job is by far the most challenging but one of the best things I have ever done.

Each day I am exhausted from trying to control/teach/praise/help over 30 crazy three and four year olds.  How did this happen? I mean me... a preschool teacher? nah! But somehow it did... which for many reasons- some spiritual, some convenience, some perfection, I took it.

I see so many things on a daily basis.  I have kids running around, hitting each other, throwing things, having accidents, trying to escape, flooding the bathroom, yelling inappropriate things, etc. that makes me just want to scream sometimes!
But then... I have kids who interrupt me right before I get mad and say "Miss Rachelle, I love you!" and who hug me every time they see me in the morning and always before they leave.  Kids who wake up at 6 am because they can't WAIT to come back to school! It really is special.

Things have been extremely difficult these first few weeks.  My very first week I had the struggle of teaching a classroom with LITERALLY no furniture.  I tried to explain rules and regulations and tried to make the most out of nothing.  Sitting on the floor, reading books, and playing with a kitchen set I brought from home was what filled up our first week.  On a weekly basis we get lots of new kids (7 new kids this week) and it's hard starting back at square one trying to re-teach the classroom rules.

Luckily I have a lot of help on my awesome team! It's just unfortunate that they can't always be there-- when things get a little rowdy, I have to be the one taking full responsibility.

I never thought I would see myself LESSON PLANNING.  This isn't babysitting... this is full on teaching and preparing kids for kindergarten.  No pressure... just shaping children's futures basically.

One of my two classes has been extremely difficult this week and I have left work in tears on a regular basis, wondering HOW I am going to continue with this job if I can't control the class-- no one listens, and I can hardly teach a lesson long enough to keep any students engaged.  On top of that, majority of my class are students with English as a second language!! You try teaching kids who have no clue what you are saying.. I dare you.  Its some tough stuff. It's exhausting and I am tired 100% of my life.

When people ask me how work is going it's hard to explain.  It's been an extremely difficult week, but I'm sticking it out.  I can't traumatize these kids and abandon them at such a crucial time in their lives (early development, come on!) This job requires much more work than I had intended.  I am constantly referring back to my social work skills I developed in school and am trying to develop the teaching skills I was never given.

No really-- I do love my job. I love my kids.  I am extremely fortunate. but it's just really, really hard.

but like I always say... "is it Thursday yet?"

the happiest.

I do just have to say... 

that the best part about being engaged is having everyone tell me how happy I look since Bryan. 

and they are right. sometimes I feel like I'm floating. or glowing. 

and I am 100% convinced that there really is no love like our love. 

Happy 7 weeks from today, babe.

September Fourteenth

Let me just start by saying that September 14 was the best day of my life...

Something that started out as a little secret has become my entire life.  

I have known Bryan since high school.  Coincidently, he dated all 4 of my high school friends before he got to me. We have been decent friends for 7 years (although I never wrote him on his mission... sorry about that)and we started dating my last semester at USU.  Because of the bitterness of the situation of him dating one of my friends, even though deep down I knew I had a crush on him I could NEVER admit it.  All of my friends would ask why we WEREN'T dating because "we would be the best couple" and "had so much chemistry", and I would always respond "oh, I never could because of Lexi..." and never thought that we actually would. 

It all started when I worked for a little internship called SAAVI.  I had a big event coming up called Walk a Mile in Her Shoes-- and if I didn't bug the crap out of you about it, you must not know me at all.  It turned out I needed a male to walk around campus with me to hang up flyers in all of the restrooms to help promote the event.  I'm not exactly sure why, but he agreed to do it. twice. 
The first time we did it I heard ALL the details to his love life and I gave him advice.  I told him ALL the details of this crush I had at work.  I was had a bit of a rough time last year and Bryan was always there helping motive me and giving me support.  We started hanging out more, and one night somehow we kissed...  The rest is history.  

We really never left each others side at that point until he left me for Texas to go do summer sales (a contract he signed before we started hanging out). Before he left he told me he was going to put everything he had into us, but then we would see what would happen when he left.  When he left that night I cried a little bit and told him to call me when he got there.  It was funny because we didn't stop texting basically the whole drive down there.  We had FaceTime date nights and I had a strict schedule of being home by 10 pm every night so that we could talk for a few hours before bed.  I seriously cherished those phone calls because I learned so much about him while he was gone this summer.  Not two days into him being in Texas he told me I should visit him, and I did.  
That trip to Texas literally changed my life. I knew I loved him, but it kinda freaked me out because it all happened so fast, but it was so natural and so right. Things started to get really hard the end of July with the distance, and summer sales weren't working out as he had expected.  He and his boss decided it would be better for him if he just went home early.  30 hours later I was picking him up from the airport. 
Since then, everything has changed for the better.  I was offered a job as a Preschool teacher the day he got home and we had to decide what would be best since the job is a 1 year commitment.  He told me he would go to USU and we could do long distance.  A week later he dropped all of his classes at USU, sold his contract and decided to stay at home. During all these big changes we had so much fun, fell more in love, and decided we should marry each other (as if it was SO average).  

The thing I love about this is that I really just had this idea of what I thought love was; I was wrong.  I thought I had a pretty good idea of what my life was going to look like; I was wrong.  And I am so happy I was.  I had no idea that someone could make me weirder and SO much happier. I am so completely in love with him I just wish I could scream it at the top of my lungs, because I feel like no one understands.  

On Saturday morning, Bryan asked if he could take me to breakfast and surprised me with a bouquet of my favorite flowers, and a small box labeled "not a bomb"-- (inside joke we have had since we were "just friends") but told me it wasn't what I thought (i literally said "I know" because who proposes at 11 am on a Saturday?) and inside was this necklace. 

It had so much significance to it because when he was away in Texas I told him I just wished I could shrink him like Honey I Shrunk the Kids and carry him around in a jar with me so that I could just take him around with me (yeah, I'm partially psycho).  and he actually found a tiny jar so I actually COULD have him with me.  When I saw the words in the necklace I saw Bryan get down on one knee and ask me if I would marry him.  I was basically in shock and I think I even asked him if I was serious and put on my dream ring-- yes, a simple but perfect round solitaire ring. He did a good job. 

Since that week we have majority of our wedding booked and just got our week honeymoon in Cancun finalized.  

I just didn't see myself as someone who would be so excited to get married and be in love, but I have never been more excited for anything in my whole life.  

I just feel sorry for everyone who isn't me and isn't marrying Bryan.  That's all. 

I love him. and November 21 could not come soon enough.

Just Because I Do.

Things I love

In no particular order

Whales

Corn Bread

Diet Coke

This Human

Harmonicas

Nature, specifically the Ocean.

but like I always say... "Choose your love, love your choice"

Show Me the True Blooded Aggie From Utah

An Ode to the Best Four Years of my Life. 

I'm not going to lie... Today is a really strange day for me.  In fact, its been a weird week.  With being social media friends with all 1000 of my sorority sisters comes the constant reminder that I'm not up there this year.  Although I am quite thrilled that I didn't have to go to Spirit Weekend this year (it was fun while it lasted... just glad its over), it is a really strange feeling knowing that I'm not going back. And that Logan is no longer my home.

 There I am at an Aggie Basketball Game my Freshman Year

I keep seeing so many tweets and pictures of "Oh it's SO AMAZING to be back in Logan" while I'm just saying "Oh good, I'm SO happy for you" while I slam my computer shut. No really, I'm not bitter... Just a little bummed.  

Going to USU was the best decision I made in my whole life.  I grew so much as a person being able to live out on my own.  I met my best friends through my sorority and lifelong friends through roommates, my Social Work program, and through my jobs.  

No really, it is a huge relief to know that I'm not going to have to cram study and spend 12 hours in the library studying for exams and writing multiple 20+ page papers and going more group projects than I could ever count... But I do miss Logan. I miss the environment.  I miss the people.  And I am bummed out that ALL my friends that are still up there (and I could not be more grateful that Bryan felt sorry enough for me, he thought he'd stay here and keep me company).

SHOUT OUT  to the Basketball Games, Dorms, Quick Stop, SAAVI, Old Main, the Quad, Fraternity Dance Parties, The Howl & Mardi Gras, End of the Year Bash, PoBev, Guest Speakers, Logan Canyon, First Dam, Texas Roadhouse, 12 hour sessions in the Library, amazing Social Work professors, Monday night meetings, All Greek, Pin Attire, Elections, Socials, Exchanges, Formals, and just creeping out the KD window.

I absolutely loved my life up there and I would never change my experience for anything.

  Keep that Aggie Pride alive! 

But like I always say... "Show me the True Blooded Aggie from Utah, Who Doesn't Love the Spot-- Where the Sagebrush Grows"

Check THAT off my "to do" list.

My whole life, I have always wanted to go on a hot air balloon ride! I'm not sure why, but I just always thought there was something so cute about them.  
However, when I was probably only 6 years old, my demon older sister Krista told me that hot air balloons take kids to the middle of the ocean where the basket drops off so sharks can eat them! I lit'rally was scared for life until one day I actually sat and thought about it and realized she was definitely just being the tool-ish older sister just trying to scare me as always.

It all started a few months ago-- There I was, sitting in class with only a few short weeks until my big graduation day when I got a text from my mom that asked me if I wanted to go on a hot air balloon ride with her! It was like all my dreams came true because I didn't even have to beg!!!  It worked out perfectly because my mom wasn't able to make it to only the biggest day of my life thus far, my COLLEGE GRADUATION because she was busy helping children in Africa.  Luckily we were able to go on this ride together so I was able to find forgiveness for her in my tall dark soul (just kidding... but seriously).  

It really was all I dreamed of! It was so fun and peaceful just floating around the sky.  There is nothing quite like standing in a wicker basket hundreds of feet up in the air where you can see for miles.  I am proud of young Ann and I for being so brave and not even crying once! Anyways, I would highly recommend it if you like to enjoy life.

It really does feel like a huge accomplishment-- flying on a Hot Air Balloon since I've been talking about them and how "it's been my dream" for my whole entire life. Thanks mom!

But like I always say... "Nothing says 'Sorry I missed your college graduation  like a Hot Air Balloon ride!"