Sunday, August 26, 2012

Back to School

While the past few weeks have been extremely busy and exhausting (packing, moving, back to work), they have all culminated with this very normal and relaxing Sunday. We slept in until 8, went to church, braved HEB, and came home to watch t.v. The perfect Sunday in my mind. While I can't believe that school starts tomorrow and 120 new faces will walk through my classroom door, I am content in knowing that the routine and consistancy are back. My summer has been exactly what I wanted it to be. The girls' trip, time at the lake, lazy days, the Olympics, and a trip with my sweet hubby...the house is an unexpected bonus. So, with that, I welcome the new school year... even that 5:00 a.m. alarm clock, eating from a lunch box at 10:00 a.m., and all the inevitable stress/fun/exhaustion/emotion that comes from working with 11-year olds.

So, here's to hoping I'm not too nervous to sleep tonight and I didn't leave anything out of my powerpoint. :)

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Kyle and the House

     With the majority of everything we own in boxes and the monumental move on the horizon, I have become surprisingly nostalgic and emotional. I'm not sure if it is the move mixed with school starting plus the gloriously, sappy Olympic moments, but tears have come to my eyes more than once the past few days.

     Today, Kyle accidentally left his wallet at home, so I met him for lunch to bring it to him. We sit down to eat our sandwich and start talking about business Kyle is working on, the house closing, and what I was going to do the rest of the day. I begin to cry. This catches both of us off guard because I have no idea what's wrong with me. 

     Tonight after dinner I suggest that we make a drink and toast to the house. We both go back and forth about different things, moments, memories and I begin to cry. "Well, that was a cool moment until you started crying," said Kyle.... gotta love him.

     I admit that my random cries have been a little silly. I think it all comes from how seriously Kyle and I have taken buying the house, and that leads my overly emotional self down memory lane. When Kyle and I started dating, I was 20 and he was 21. We were juniors in college. We really didn't even know each other, but it was the whole "love at first sight" bit. From the moment we hung out for the first time, we both knew we wanted to be together. It didn't matter that we didn't know each other- we never even questioned it.  Today, as I was thinking about this, I thought how crazy it all started. During the first week of dating, we talked about getting married. It didn't even seem weird at the time. Kyle gave me an overwhelming sense of calm, and from day one, I felt like he would love and take care of me. Without me even knowing his favorite color, I knew we would be together forever.  

     And, I think that is the source of my tears. From the day we found the house online, Kyle has been in control. He never once asked me to worry about a thing, and he has taken all of the stress upon himself. The feeling of being taken care hasn't faded, and I love the peace that Kyle brings to my life. He is my perfect compliment. Even though I still couldn't tell you his favorite color, I can say that tomorrow, when we close on our first house, we are accomplishing something that we have talked about for six years... when we were just 2 college kids that had faith that this relationship would work.

One of our first pics together
College memories


I  listened to this song over and over when we first started dating, and we had it sung at our wedding. 

Sunday, August 5, 2012

An Olympic Year

     I have a slight obsession with noticing patterns or finding connections in certain things. I mean, it is interesting that my sister and I are 1 year and 13 days apart. My birthday is the 31st and hers in the 13th. Who wouldn't find that interesting? What about my past 3 zip codes? When I was in college, my zip was 77801, our apartment is 77081, and the new house is 77018. Cool, right?

      Every Olympics, with the exception of 1988 when I was 2... and we'll let that slide, something significant in my life has happened. It is very bizarre, and only someone like me might notice these trends.
  • Olympics 1992- In 1992, my little brother, Christian, was born. In fact, he was born on July 27th, so he was a newborn in the midst of the Olympics. My grandma lived with us at the time, and I remember sitting on her bed, holding Christian, feeding him his bottle, and watching Shannon Miller compete.
  • Olympics 1996- I was going in to 5th grade. While 5th grade shouldn't be a monumental year, it was huge for me. Our family moved from the house we had grown up in, and I started going to public school. For someone who has gone to private school until that point, this was a huge deal! I also met my lifelong friend, Sarah. And of course, we all remember Kerri Strug.
  • Olympics 2000- I started 9th grade in 2000. I never imagined that high school would be such a big change, but transitioning into high school really stressed me out. I actually had to study, and I started competitive cheerleading. Well, with this stress, my hair started to fall out, and I got horrible acne. Great! Every 14-year-old's dream- thin hair and a pimply forehead! 
  • Olympics 2004- I started school at Texas A&M in 2004. I was actually at Fish Camp while the Olympics were on and watched the closing ceremonies in my dorm. Starting college was a lot like starting high school minus the hair loss. I was so home sick that I didn't have an appetite for weeks, and I cried... a lot.
  • Olympics 2008- 2008 was a pretty big year that doesn't need too much explaining. I graduated college, started teaching, and got engaged. That was a good year... and I'm a pretty big Nastia Liukin fan.
  • Olympics 2012- I am in the middle of the big to-do! We close on our first home on Friday. Our apartment is slight chaos at the moment. I have piles of school stuff in one room and boxes of house stuff in another. I know we will always remember watching the Olympics and packing up at the same time.
If I had to make predictions for Olympics 2016 for the Schielacks, I would imagine that it would be perfect timing for a ... 

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Flight Delay

     As much fun as we had on our trip, we are always ready to go home on the last day. Our flight schedule home was departing Boston at 5:55 p.m., landing New York around 8:00 p.m., and leaving for Houston around 11:30 p.m. I am one of those super, paranoid people that needs to be at the airport two hours before the flight actually leaves. I would rather sit at the gate with peace of mind than frantically running through the airport. With that being said, we got to the Boston airport at 3:45 p.m. We saw that another flight was about to leave for New York, so Kyle went to the desk to see if we could get on that flight and possibly get home earlier. Well, Kyle came back with worse news than expected. Not only were we not getting on that flight, but our own flight to New York was delayed because of storms. Guess what? We were going to miss our connecting flight to Houston, and the next flight wasn't leaving until 9:00 p.m. the next day! I went from calm to basket case in no time! We didn't know if we needed to book another hotel in Boston, wait it out at the airport, or book a direct flight with another airline. We had it in our heads that it was the end of the trip, and we wanted to go home!

     Well, after thirty minutes of Kyle going back and forth with the evil lady at the check-in desk and a crying wife, we found out that our Houston flight was also delayed. There was a little hope that we would make our connecting flight. And, that is how it went for four hours! One minute our flight was delayed, then it wasn't, then delayed more than the first time.

      Our flight eventually left Boston at 9:15 p.m. We were just relieved to be on a plane, but we knew that we would be running to the gate of our connecting flight as it was departing New York at 10:40 p.m. So, we land in New York, run to the gate, and what do we see? People. Everywhere. Annoyed people. Everywhere. JFK airport was a mess. Not only was our flight delayed, but almost every flight out of New York had been delayed, and I have never seen so many people lying around an airport (and looking like they wanted to cry). I guess there was no need to run to the gate. Our flight was delayed until 12:18 a.m.

     We decide that we might as well get something to eat, so we leave our gate. We are only away for about 30 minutes, and what joy do we find when we get back? The flight was delayed another hour. There are no more tears at this point from me- only delusional laughing.

Trip Recap

Kyle and I just got back from our summer trip a week ago. We spent three nights in New York and then took the Amtrak for another three nights in Boston. Even though I had been to both cities, it was so much fun to experience it with Kyle.

I think we managed to hit every tourist spot- we are such a cliche. The highlights:

Day 1: Museum of Natural History, Central Park, The Met, glimpse of the Guggenheim, The MOMA, Top of the Rock, Magnolia Bakery

Museum of Natural History

The Met

Top of the Rock

Day 2: Sopranos Tour, city tour, Wicked

Sopranos Tour: In front of the restaurant Christopher was shot at.

Sopranos Tour: In front of the Sopranos' church.

Sopranos Tour: from the credits.

Sopranos Tour: Sitting in Tony's booth from the last scene of the show.

in Times Square

in Times Square

Empire State Building

at Wicked

Day 3: Statue of Liberty, Ellis Island, Brooklyn, Brooklyn Bridge, Little Italy, 9/11 Memorial, night tour, Shake Shack
Kyle peeking out the ferry boat to glimpse the Statue of Liberty

Statue of Liberty

Statue of Liberty

Statue of Liberty

Brooklyn Bridge

Dinner in Little Italy

World Trade Center

Times Square at night

late night snacks :)

Day 4: Amtrak, Fenway Park, Prudential Skywalk, Boston Public Library

Getting the Sopranos ready for our Amtrak ride. We watched Sopranos the whole train ride and every night before bed.

Fenway Park

in front of the Boston Public Library

Day 5: Freedom Trail, Old State House, South Meeting House, Paul Revere House, Faneuil Hall, North End tour

Paul Revere's Tomb

Sam Adam's Tomb

Mitt 2012!

Massachusetts State House

Paul Revere's House

old meeting place for the Boston mob


Day 6: JFK Library, Harvard tour, shopping in Cambridge, Mr. Bartley's Burgers

JFK Library

JFK Library


John Harvard Statue

ice cream break in Cambridge

We went to the hotel after dinner with some Sam Adams and watched the Sopranos.

Day 7: Sam Adams brewery, MIT,  MAJOR FLIGHT DELAY

Hops from the Sam Adams brewery

Outside Sam Adams


Saying goodbye to our hotel and ready to go home!

... too bad our flight was delayed.