I can't believe it! Only 7 weeks left of my first full year as a teacher. I think I am one of the very few teachers in the world that feels sad that this year is coming to an end. I am not just sad, I am excited too. I see being a teacher is a lot like working at summer camp. It is a wild ride, it is a long ride but that ride comes to an end and you get off for a few months then you are ready to ride it again. I am starting to look forward to summer. I think.. come August, I will be ready to board the ride again, My students who are AWESOME are showing signs that they are ready for summer. I find myself having to get after them more now then ever before. They need to be reminded of my rules more frequently then before. This still does not make the end of the year easy for me...
I think back to August, my first day of class. It was 7:15am and the voices on the playground were getting louder and louder with excitement. The start of the year was coming to a head. I remember specifically coming in that morning at 5am to make sure everything was the way I wanted it to be. I rearranged the desks 10 times, I moved posters at different angles a few times, I paced back and fourth with a deep fear of "how will I do?" I worried about my stuttering and speech issues, would this hurt these kids? Would I fail my students because I can't talk like a normal teacher. Was I setting them up for failure? Was I setting myself up for failure? I couldn't think about that anymore so I sat at my teachers desk and just stared at it. "My teachers desk, I thought to myself"... Wow, I made it! I looked up at the clock and it said 7:30 and in ten minutes I needed to head downstairs to get my kids. I looked at all the desks and then I started to cry... It was not loads of tears, just tears of joy. I finally was a teacher and I thanked God.
I went downstairs to get my kids. I have 12 students- 6 boys and 6 girls. I had 6 students last year so they knew me and were very excited to have me again. I had 6 new students and a couple of them were not sure they would like me. I did my best to make everyone feel welcome. It paid off because my students are happy now,
This year, I have been very open with my students. We have had many deep discussions (well as deep as you should go with 2nd graders) I will say that 2nd graders have brains and feeling and when allowed to, and taught how, they can say some pretty interesting things. We have talked about 9/11, Martin Luther King and why he was killed, The Liberty bell and how it was cracked, I have shared with them many videos off youtube. We have been across the world and back via youtube. We discussed Presidents and they asked me who my favorite President was and I saw Ronald Reagan so they asked to see who he was so we went to youtube to show them. Youtube has been my friend this year, lots of age appropriate videos for kids.
We have shared many laughs this year, some tears, some frustrating moments with each other but I would never change this experience for the world. I love teaching at a Catholic School. I love that we can teach discipline and morals and values. I love that I can teach religion and talk about God. I REALLY LOVE that we can stop and pray anytime we want too. One day, one of my boys was having a hard time and he asked me if he could go pray at the cross in my room. I said "sure." He went over quietly, kneeled down and said a prayer, I looked over at him and he was crying softly. I went and kneeled by him and asked him what was wrong. He was said that he didn't have a Dad. He wants a Dad. I sat there, hugged him and we prayed to God together. I prayed outloud with this boy and asked God to heal his heart. Later that same day, that boy came to me happy and said "Mr.Meyer, I don't need a Dad, I have you and gave me a huge hug. HOW AWESOME IS THAT???
Another great part of this year has been my students parents and grandparents. I have developed a very good relationship with most of them. I am not to sure where you draw the line, can you be friends? I say "why not?" They are trusting me with their kids 8 hours a day 5 days a week. I don't want it to be a me vs them. I remember when I was a kid, my parents didn't have close relationships with my teachers. I think if they had then both sides would have felt better coming to the table to discuss me. I e-mail my parents every Monday what I am going to do that week in all the subjects, I tell them about upcoming dates. My parents know what is going on in my classroom. They are welcome to come visit anytime without calling me. I believe that has helped me to have the support from my parents.
This year was my first year as a teacher, I hope and I pray that I never forget these kids who have entered my life. It is my desire to follow their growth and be at their high school graduation. Heck... maybe (God willing) be at their wedding. So.... yes,I am sad that it is coming to and end. I feel the ride starting to slow down. Pretty soon my kids will get off, thank me and go onto their next ride. I hope they continue to wave to me from their ride. As I look over my shoulder, I see that ride slowing down too and those kids are looking over at me with excitement to join me on their new ride. It will be another good year ahead of me.
God Bless
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Thursday, December 29, 2011
December 25, 2011
Dear Family and Friends,
2011 has been an splendid year!!! I am blessed more than I can express. This could have been a very hard year, but it was so smooth and so WORTH IT. I tried something this year that I have never done before in my life. I put God first and put all my decisions in HIS hands. He never once steered me wrong. Let me share my story with you. I had a roommate back in January and she and I had a disagreement and she kicked me out of her house on January 9, 2011. I was starting my student teaching experience January 10, 2011. This was the last requirement for me to earn my Master’s degree in Elementary Education. I had saved some money because this was a 5 month commitment with no pay (this was the final 5 months for my degree, after already completing 2 years). I would have to devote 60-70 hours a week student teaching and could not supplement with another job. I was very embarrassed to be without a place to live. I had enough money to get my own place; however, I would have had to put school on hold and I didn’t want to do that. I didn’t have the courage to ask anyone for a place to live. I felt that at my age, I should be well into building my own empire… That night and the following 2 weeks , I moved into a hotel and started to quickly see my savings dwindle. I prayed to God and said “This is yours, God…. I want to do Your Will , so please work this out for me.” My friends, the Weinsteins, were going on a cruise and I moved into their home for 2 weeks, which was during that ridiculous snow storm. Thankfully, I had a warm place to stay. I had 7 pairs of pants, shirts and unmentionables. I gave all my stuff to my girlfriend, who took it and Moo back to Durango. No one knew that I was student teaching and living in a hotel in the ghetto area or that I really was homeless….
After the Weinsteins returned, I talked to a friend of mine, Samantha, who had a son in my troop many years ago (her son is doing quite well and is in the Air Force), who had always told me if I ever needed anything to ask her. I had not seen Samantha in over a year or two, but hoped that maybe she had a spare room that I could rent for ONLY 4 months. I e-mailed her because I felt it was easier to take rejection in an e-mail back from her, and then I could decide what to do next… I received an e-mail back and the first line said “Due to our neighborhood association’s rules, we are not allowed to rent out any rooms.” My heart dropped. I knew that I could always go to my second family, Mikey and Bonnie Weinstein, who would have helped me, but I didn’t want to bother them. I had no idea where I would go next… quit school.. and just get my own place and a job but I had already started to bond with my mentor-teacher and the students. However, on continuing to read the e-mail , she said, “However, we would love to give you a room for 4 months since you did so much for our son, Adam.” The stress melted right off my chest. I moved in a week later. I devoted those 4 months to studying for all my state tests, doing a good job with my student teaching and writing my thesis. I will always be grateful to Samantha and Roger for their help. By the way, I passed all three of my state exams to become a licensed teacher!
May was quickly coming to an end and I had no job, and no place to move into. I could not and would not ask Sam for anymore time. They were so awesome to help me and I am sure it can’t be easy having a guest in their home for that long. I kept saying, “God, this is all you… Let Your Will be done.” I still had my basic bills so I was running very low on money. My friend runs a camp -Camp Shaver, and she needed a cook and called to ask me if I knew a cook who needed a job (and free room and a good salary). Of course, I jumped on that.
I graduated from my Master’s program and had a great party at the Hogan’s house in June. I am also eternally GRATEFUL for the use of their house. It was a great party.
I moved to camp and was the cook. I had not cooked in a few years, but I think I did okay. No one got sick and I passed the health inspection with a score of 100%. I think my days of working at camp are coming to an end, however. I have worked at camps for 20 years. Singing songs and acting crazy is just not my thing anymore. I was very good at it “back in the day,” but now with seeing age 30 on the horizon… eh…. It’s harder to do this kind of work. Maybe one more year?
Camp was quickly coming to an end and things were looking up, although I had no place to move to, but had money saved and had a job as a substitute teacher for Albuquerque Public Schools. I had applied for at least 60 teaching positions and did not hear back from one. I was not that worried because I had a job as a sub and the pay wasn’t that bad. I was offered a job as a teacher in Farmington and Raton, but you all know how well I love being out of Albuquerque. I was very disappointed when I heard that the school I student taught at had hired a new teacher and didn’t give me the consideration for at least an interview. I don’t think the principal liked me. (I don’t know why, I am such a lovable guy, right?) The principal retired and a new one was hired. I took the liberty to write the new principal and introduce myself via e-mail. I told her that I student taught there last year and if she had any openings, I would appreciate the opportunity to interview. I continued to work hard for camp. On August 2nd, I received a call from the principal at St. Charles, where I student taught. She asked me to come in for an interview the next day. I said I would be there. Camp was ending in 4 days and school was starting in 7 days. I was offered a position teaching 2nd grade. I have 12 awesome students! I love my teaching career more than anything else I have ever done. My experience with youth is 11-18 year old boys, never girls and never boys under age 11. I was a little worried, but it has been great! I think I am equally as good teaching little girls as I am with little boys. I was also the mid school football coach. I loved that experience. We won 6 games out of 9. The previous 2 years, they had not won any games. At first, we were the Bad News Bears but in the end, we had a strong team.
After my interview, I was heading back to camp and I saw an apartment that I liked They were running a 1 day special for a 2 bedroom/2 bath apartment for $600 a month (normally $850). That day, I signed a 15 month lease and went back to camp. Camp ended and I moved into my apartment which remained empty for a while because I had stuff stored all over the state. Over the next couple of months, I slowly got my stuff back and into my place. I also got my cat back. I sure missed him.
The last part to my story is that my car died. I needed a vehicle that would work and I had just enough money to buy a Ford Expedition. I came across a 98 Ford Expedition by accident, in nearly mint condition and I bought it for $1000.00 off the asked price. It was God that had it stand out for me. I am so blessed. (The $1,000I saved, I used to get insurance)
The last thing I wanted to mention is that once again I am the Scoutmaster of Troop One. I was not sure I wanted to do this again but the Troop has had several issues over the last 5 years since I “retired”. I am glad to be Scoutmaster, although the past 4 months have been very trying in dealing with some of the parents. I don’t believe parents can change that much in 5 years but it seems they have. That’s okay, we will get the troop back going strong. I have 30 young men in the troop and I am looking forward to being in their lives.
So, 2011 could have been a horrible year, but by the Grace of God and me being able to let go, He steered me right. I did not like being “homeless” or without my stuff and cat for 8 months, but I am a better man for it. Truly, I thank God for my teaching job every day. My students bring such joy to my heart. 2nd graders are the best!!
I continue to THANK GOD FOR YOU ALL IN MY LIFE!! So many of you helped me get through this year with meals, gas or loans. THANK YOU!!!!! I also know that if I had asked you for some type of help, many of you would have helped. I was just too embarrassed to ask for help from anyone. I am not sure why I had the courage to ask Samantha but thanks Sam!!! It is so awesome sitting in my house with my cat at my side, and my own hot chocolate in my coffee cup writing this letter. I was not sure this year if I would ever be here again. I made it!
I love you all and I wish you a very HAPPY HOLIDAY and an AWESOME New Year!!
Dear Family and Friends,
2011 has been an splendid year!!! I am blessed more than I can express. This could have been a very hard year, but it was so smooth and so WORTH IT. I tried something this year that I have never done before in my life. I put God first and put all my decisions in HIS hands. He never once steered me wrong. Let me share my story with you. I had a roommate back in January and she and I had a disagreement and she kicked me out of her house on January 9, 2011. I was starting my student teaching experience January 10, 2011. This was the last requirement for me to earn my Master’s degree in Elementary Education. I had saved some money because this was a 5 month commitment with no pay (this was the final 5 months for my degree, after already completing 2 years). I would have to devote 60-70 hours a week student teaching and could not supplement with another job. I was very embarrassed to be without a place to live. I had enough money to get my own place; however, I would have had to put school on hold and I didn’t want to do that. I didn’t have the courage to ask anyone for a place to live. I felt that at my age, I should be well into building my own empire… That night and the following 2 weeks , I moved into a hotel and started to quickly see my savings dwindle. I prayed to God and said “This is yours, God…. I want to do Your Will , so please work this out for me.” My friends, the Weinsteins, were going on a cruise and I moved into their home for 2 weeks, which was during that ridiculous snow storm. Thankfully, I had a warm place to stay. I had 7 pairs of pants, shirts and unmentionables. I gave all my stuff to my girlfriend, who took it and Moo back to Durango. No one knew that I was student teaching and living in a hotel in the ghetto area or that I really was homeless….
After the Weinsteins returned, I talked to a friend of mine, Samantha, who had a son in my troop many years ago (her son is doing quite well and is in the Air Force), who had always told me if I ever needed anything to ask her. I had not seen Samantha in over a year or two, but hoped that maybe she had a spare room that I could rent for ONLY 4 months. I e-mailed her because I felt it was easier to take rejection in an e-mail back from her, and then I could decide what to do next… I received an e-mail back and the first line said “Due to our neighborhood association’s rules, we are not allowed to rent out any rooms.” My heart dropped. I knew that I could always go to my second family, Mikey and Bonnie Weinstein, who would have helped me, but I didn’t want to bother them. I had no idea where I would go next… quit school.. and just get my own place and a job but I had already started to bond with my mentor-teacher and the students. However, on continuing to read the e-mail , she said, “However, we would love to give you a room for 4 months since you did so much for our son, Adam.” The stress melted right off my chest. I moved in a week later. I devoted those 4 months to studying for all my state tests, doing a good job with my student teaching and writing my thesis. I will always be grateful to Samantha and Roger for their help. By the way, I passed all three of my state exams to become a licensed teacher!
May was quickly coming to an end and I had no job, and no place to move into. I could not and would not ask Sam for anymore time. They were so awesome to help me and I am sure it can’t be easy having a guest in their home for that long. I kept saying, “God, this is all you… Let Your Will be done.” I still had my basic bills so I was running very low on money. My friend runs a camp -Camp Shaver, and she needed a cook and called to ask me if I knew a cook who needed a job (and free room and a good salary). Of course, I jumped on that.
I graduated from my Master’s program and had a great party at the Hogan’s house in June. I am also eternally GRATEFUL for the use of their house. It was a great party.
I moved to camp and was the cook. I had not cooked in a few years, but I think I did okay. No one got sick and I passed the health inspection with a score of 100%. I think my days of working at camp are coming to an end, however. I have worked at camps for 20 years. Singing songs and acting crazy is just not my thing anymore. I was very good at it “back in the day,” but now with seeing age 30 on the horizon… eh…. It’s harder to do this kind of work. Maybe one more year?
Camp was quickly coming to an end and things were looking up, although I had no place to move to, but had money saved and had a job as a substitute teacher for Albuquerque Public Schools. I had applied for at least 60 teaching positions and did not hear back from one. I was not that worried because I had a job as a sub and the pay wasn’t that bad. I was offered a job as a teacher in Farmington and Raton, but you all know how well I love being out of Albuquerque. I was very disappointed when I heard that the school I student taught at had hired a new teacher and didn’t give me the consideration for at least an interview. I don’t think the principal liked me. (I don’t know why, I am such a lovable guy, right?) The principal retired and a new one was hired. I took the liberty to write the new principal and introduce myself via e-mail. I told her that I student taught there last year and if she had any openings, I would appreciate the opportunity to interview. I continued to work hard for camp. On August 2nd, I received a call from the principal at St. Charles, where I student taught. She asked me to come in for an interview the next day. I said I would be there. Camp was ending in 4 days and school was starting in 7 days. I was offered a position teaching 2nd grade. I have 12 awesome students! I love my teaching career more than anything else I have ever done. My experience with youth is 11-18 year old boys, never girls and never boys under age 11. I was a little worried, but it has been great! I think I am equally as good teaching little girls as I am with little boys. I was also the mid school football coach. I loved that experience. We won 6 games out of 9. The previous 2 years, they had not won any games. At first, we were the Bad News Bears but in the end, we had a strong team.
After my interview, I was heading back to camp and I saw an apartment that I liked They were running a 1 day special for a 2 bedroom/2 bath apartment for $600 a month (normally $850). That day, I signed a 15 month lease and went back to camp. Camp ended and I moved into my apartment which remained empty for a while because I had stuff stored all over the state. Over the next couple of months, I slowly got my stuff back and into my place. I also got my cat back. I sure missed him.
The last part to my story is that my car died. I needed a vehicle that would work and I had just enough money to buy a Ford Expedition. I came across a 98 Ford Expedition by accident, in nearly mint condition and I bought it for $1000.00 off the asked price. It was God that had it stand out for me. I am so blessed. (The $1,000I saved, I used to get insurance)
The last thing I wanted to mention is that once again I am the Scoutmaster of Troop One. I was not sure I wanted to do this again but the Troop has had several issues over the last 5 years since I “retired”. I am glad to be Scoutmaster, although the past 4 months have been very trying in dealing with some of the parents. I don’t believe parents can change that much in 5 years but it seems they have. That’s okay, we will get the troop back going strong. I have 30 young men in the troop and I am looking forward to being in their lives.
So, 2011 could have been a horrible year, but by the Grace of God and me being able to let go, He steered me right. I did not like being “homeless” or without my stuff and cat for 8 months, but I am a better man for it. Truly, I thank God for my teaching job every day. My students bring such joy to my heart. 2nd graders are the best!!
I continue to THANK GOD FOR YOU ALL IN MY LIFE!! So many of you helped me get through this year with meals, gas or loans. THANK YOU!!!!! I also know that if I had asked you for some type of help, many of you would have helped. I was just too embarrassed to ask for help from anyone. I am not sure why I had the courage to ask Samantha but thanks Sam!!! It is so awesome sitting in my house with my cat at my side, and my own hot chocolate in my coffee cup writing this letter. I was not sure this year if I would ever be here again. I made it!
I love you all and I wish you a very HAPPY HOLIDAY and an AWESOME New Year!!
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Hi Everyone
Hi Friends and Family,
I have not written in a while, I think it is because I forgot about this blog. I really want to get in the habit of writing more. I do love to write. It has been a very strange 2 years for me. I am blessed and I thank God that I am healthy. I have yet to really recover from leaving the Boy Scouts as a career.
I found a job running a camp down in Weed, New Mexico. I was hired as the Camp Director and it was by far the worst experience in my life. I met one friend named Derlene who I believe will be my friend for life. I always loved running camp but for me, my experience when I ran the camp was that I lived in Albuquerque and would move to the camp late May to mid August then I went on vacation and came back to the city and worked my job as well as run the camp from the comfort of my office in the CITY. Camp of the Tall Pines is an awesome camp and the new Director there Derlene will give you a great experience. The owner Ruble is an Eagle Scout and has purchased the camp to give back to youth. Although he lives in Texas, he wants the camp to be used for healing and helping. I encourage you to check it out. As for me.. I did not like living there. My house was a quarter size of what I am use to. It started snowing November 30th and continued through Mid March when I finally begged Derlene to help me move out. Maybe one day I can help out there as a summer staff member.. Who knows... www.camptallpine.com
So thankfully when I took the job running the camp, I did not quit school. I made the four hour commute back to Albuquerque to continue working on my Masters Degree in Education. I had considered quitting school as one of the things in my life was that I loved running camp. I will complete school this November. I have not really worked since I left the camp in mid march and have lived off savings which is all gone now. Times are hard but I was hired as a teacher for 2010/2011. I love teaching kids! Yesterday I was teaching 2nd graders math and made them a sundae coloring page. They had to get each level of this ice cream sundae right then they would get a color to add to their ice cream and we all colored in the ice cream with markers. I decided that I wanted to color in my own sundae page as well and this little girl named "Mary" came up to me in a serious voice and look on her face and said "Mr. Meyer, you are the best colorer I know".. I said "thanks" and she walked away. My passion is kids, it is my heartfelt deep inner desire to make kids lives better. Am I perfect? NO, not by a long shot. I have my faults but becoming a teacher has been one of my lifelong dreams along with running a camp and working for the Boy Scouts... so this is the last one... so I must make it work.
On the top of this page, you will see a picture of my cat Moo. I got Moo in 1993 when I first moved to back Albuquerque. My friend Drew had a cat who had kittens and Moo was originally called "Mook" by Drew. When I went to see the kittens, Moo was the last to come to me and when he tried, he has a limp. I picked him up and he could fit in one hand. I fell in love with Moo the second I held him. Moo has been through a lot with me, he has lived in a dozen homes, lived in my car when I was homeless for a few nights, lived in my scout shed for a few nights, lived in a tent at Scout Camp, lived in Durango Colorado, lived in Alamogordo, lived in Weed New Mexico (which he hated). In his 4th year of life, Moo got very sick with a UTI and almost died. I have a friend who is a vet and he took Moo in, they had emergency surgery and Moo was in the hospital for 2 weeks. Moo has survived living in a dark room with 5 kids, and 3 dogs... boy that was a tough stint... (JK DUNOWS) I love this cat- he has some weird traits for example: Moo will not drink water unless he has one paw in the water. He likes to sing with me, he likes his own space with the door closed but will bang on it when he wants out. He loves water out of the faucet as long as it is at a certain speed. He does NOT like it slow and he does not like it FAST. If you hurt him, he will get you back with his claws but not right away.. he will wait for the right time, swat you and run away. He is my boy and he knows it. He loves me and I love him. As he gets older... I get scared to think he may die.. This will be hard on me because he has been my closet companion through so many things in my life. I hope and pray he is healthy for many more years.
I guess this is enough to write for now. I love you all and wish you all a happy and healthy life.
Love,
Andy
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Am I a real Meyer?
I was born ????? on November 25. I was adopted shortly after I was born. I never experienced my birth family. Over the years, many people have asked me if I have ever met my real mom and dad. They have told me "that is sad" that I never met my real parents. I just want to say for the record my real parents are Robert and Carol MEYER. People who say the word “real” to me REALLY offend me. I know people do not mean anything negative by it however I am a MEYER, I have always been a Meyer and I do not consider my parents anything other then my REAL PARENTS. I have known from day 1 one that I was adopted. My parents always felt that I needed to know and understand and that I was picked as opposed to being stuck with me. I love my parents very much. Enough said about that..
So anyway... I have two sisters and one brother, yes they my REAL sisters and brother. In all the years we grew up together, and all the fights we had, they never told me I was not there REAL brother. I am seeing the word “real” a lot today.... Hmmmmm....
I have/had extended relatives that I grew up with. The closet relatives were my Uncle Doug and my three cousins- Jenny, Carolyn and Chrissy. My Uncle passed away many years ago from pancreatic cancer. As a child growing up, he was the coolest guy that I knew. He used to call me "Spike." I really do not know why he called me that but I liked it. I really felt that he always believed in me. He always told me I could do school and get through it as long as I try. I did try very hard as much as I was capable of. I remember when he came to the house, I would try to tackle him and we would wrestle around the yard or house. He was so much fun. Now that I am older, I admire him. He raised 3 girls on his own.
I have fond memories of my cousins. Jenny is the oldest of all the kids. She was always the mature one of the group. I remember she memorized a commercial for some type of hand lotion and use to pretend that she was putting it on me. She now lives in Florida and I really miss her.
Carolyn was next and we have a lot in common. We use to play football, kickball and baseball growing up. She was very close to my brother but I remember when she and I use to talk about so many things. She now lives in Colorado, I see her often enough but wish she was near me.
Chrissy is the last of my cousins that I grew up with. I have so many fond memories of her. We were the closest in age. For some reason, we loved the song "Eye of the Tiger" and I remember her playing songs in her bedroom listening to music. She is also now in Florida and I greatly miss her and her family.
I remember that we would all get together for holidays and would eat, laugh and talk. My mom is a great cook and always made good meals. I remember the smell of turkey, stuffing, and pies. I remember us sitting at the big table just talking and having lively family debates. I also remember whenever my uncle would leave, he would tell his girls to "saddle up." I loved the holidays!!
I had many more cousins and I think most of them live in New York. My whole family is from New York. I remember going back to New York in the summer time and I truly only remember my cousins Christine, Steven, Paul and Jimmy. I truly remember playing with Christine and Steve down at Greenwood lake. I loved my Nanny and Bobba (My grandparents) I do not have many memories of them but I do remember there home. It had a unique smell to it. I also remember my cousin Mike and Donna and their dog Cocoa. I always thought Mike was really cool. I have not seen him in 25 years but I really think the world of him.
The last person I would like to write on is my grandmother Helen Gallagher. She was the best grandma that anyone could have ever asked for. She watched us kids a lot while we were growing up and I remember one summer she was my summer tutor which I truly hated but once the lesson was over, we got to play. She lived in 4-hills mobile home park. They had a pool on singing arrow street that I loved to swim in. She also had neighbors- Mr and Mrs Fickle and they use to always give me candy. I also remember as I was getting older, I could tell my grandma anything and she never told a soul. She had a stroke in 2001 and we took care of her for about 8 months until she died in September 2001. I like to think she was in heaven and was there to welcome people who died after 9/11. I miss her very much to this day.... She is buried on Wyoming and Paseo Del Norte. I go there and just sit with her...sometimes I cry and miss my grandma...
So maybe this blog was a little long---- I don't know how long a blog should be.... As I am writing this... I just feel blessed that I am a MEYER and there is no other person that I want to be. I love my family very much and they are my REAL family.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Why am I here?
Hello family and friends,
I have always wanted to write a blog. I want to thank Troy and Emily Dunow for helping me set this up. I always believe that writing sometimes heals the soul and helps put things in perspective. I am not the best writer certainly not as strong as my friend and Author Angela Vigil. (Check out her new book)
I plan to write here often as I do have wonderful life. I want to write a story of my life. I have done so many great things that I want to share with you all about my life. I also have experienced my fair share of let downs and tragedy's in my life that I plan to write on, not so much for your benefit as for mine. I hope that by writing this and putting it away that maybe I can move on with my life.
This blog will have the good and bad of my life, I will share my frustration on a variety of topics here. Please read with an open heart.
I welcome your comments and feedback on anything I write.
I love you all!
I have always wanted to write a blog. I want to thank Troy and Emily Dunow for helping me set this up. I always believe that writing sometimes heals the soul and helps put things in perspective. I am not the best writer certainly not as strong as my friend and Author Angela Vigil. (Check out her new book)
I plan to write here often as I do have wonderful life. I want to write a story of my life. I have done so many great things that I want to share with you all about my life. I also have experienced my fair share of let downs and tragedy's in my life that I plan to write on, not so much for your benefit as for mine. I hope that by writing this and putting it away that maybe I can move on with my life.
This blog will have the good and bad of my life, I will share my frustration on a variety of topics here. Please read with an open heart.
I welcome your comments and feedback on anything I write.
I love you all!
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