kisxox:

DIY Apple Chips! Dip apple slices in cinnamon, nutmeg, and a dash of brown sugar.

kisxox:

DIY Apple Chips! Dip apple slices in cinnamon, nutmeg, and a dash of brown sugar.

(Source: thebohoblonde, via pudgytoperfect)


I have only heard the story behind this picture once, but it literally brought tears to my eyes. On September 11, 2001, a hijacked plane knifed into the side of the Pentagon. We all know that. What very few people have heard is shortly afterwards, the director of a nursery in the building stood looking at the children in her charge, wondering how to move all of the babies and toddlers to safety.
A marine rushed into the room and asked if she was alright. She needed help and she told him that. He turned and ran out; the woman assumed that he had gone away for good. As she formulated a plan of action, she heard footsteps in the hall.
The man had returned—this time, though, he was not alone. At least forty other Marines followed him. They picked up the babies in their cribs, the toddlers, the helpless infants. They carried them through the halls and to a nearby park, where they arranged the cribs in a circle and set the toddlers in the middle. Then they stood guard outside, never allowing the children to be unattended.
When I first saw this picture, I thought that the man carrying the children was their father. Now I realize that he was not related to them by blood, but by nationality. He is an American. They are American children. He is not their father, he is their protector. He’s a United States Marine.

I have only heard the story behind this picture once, but it literally brought tears to my eyes. On September 11, 2001, a hijacked plane knifed into the side of the Pentagon. We all know that. What very few people have heard is shortly afterwards, the director of a nursery in the building stood looking at the children in her charge, wondering how to move all of the babies and toddlers to safety.

A marine rushed into the room and asked if she was alright. She needed help and she told him that. He turned and ran out; the woman assumed that he had gone away for good. As she formulated a plan of action, she heard footsteps in the hall.

The man had returned—this time, though, he was not alone. At least forty other Marines followed him. They picked up the babies in their cribs, the toddlers, the helpless infants. They carried them through the halls and to a nearby park, where they arranged the cribs in a circle and set the toddlers in the middle. Then they stood guard outside, never allowing the children to be unattended.

When I first saw this picture, I thought that the man carrying the children was their father. Now I realize that he was not related to them by blood, but by nationality. He is an American. They are American children. He is not their father, he is their protector. He’s a United States Marine.

(Source: talkrevolutiontome, via beccaradiating)

Lists.

Lists make me happy. I have been feeling really blah lately. Trying to give myself a kick in the ass to get back in the right frame of mind. 

Things I like about myself 

  • My work ethic (especially with school)
  • How organized I have been 
  • How receptive my students have been (TA’ing a college course AND doing one day a week in a high school class)

Things I need to work on

  • Finding making time for the gym
  • Less sugar
  • More water
  • Stop focusing on the bad, set goals and change what I don’t like
Really?!

Weighed myself 3 times the past week, I am up 4-5lbs from August.

Not cool.

Thankfully, I think I can get my gym membership soon. The most frustrating thing is that I’ve been eating really well! Time to get my butt back in gear, regardless of how tired I am! 

Group projects suckkkk. 

Zero motivation.

Sorry not sorry. 


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