Is Hot Dog Fingers Contagious?

Brittney filled out this permission slip and then asked if I would sign it. Ummmmm.... She wants to know if they'll let her come if she turns it in. Pretty sure that would be a no. Really? Fartie McTootles? Love the address... Hogsmeade, Middle Earth. Weirdo.



Speaking of weirdos... So Sean and I were leaving the grocery store the other day, when all of a sudden the grinch comes zooming through the parking lot in his arm chair. It's one of the goofiest things I've ever seen. He had a little stuffed dog strung onto a wire so that it dangled out front like it's pulling his chair. And then he zoomed off, out into the street, and drove off down the road. In an armchair!

Art Show

We went to an art show the other night at Brittney's junior high. Her art teacher put on an exhibit for all of the art students to showcase a piece of their work. Brittney's drawing of The Daily Planet was chosen as one of the pieces that went on the invitations. Really cool. She's a great artist, and I love to see her work. She's done a lot of superhero-themed work this year, along with other things that she likes. A few of my current faves:

I lurve this one. She said this is the rough draft, so I'm not sure if the final will be pen & ink or in color or what. Coincidentally, I am supposed to have this same image painted in my classroom, but it has disappeared. Two of my students last year painted it on one of my celing tiles, and they also painted me a castle that is supposed to be really awesome, but they're both missing. Hopefully they can find out what happened to them and I'll get them, but I'm not holding my breath.



These aren't her original ideas... for these sketches they find an image they want to draw and then they copy it freehand.





We had a fun Christmas party at mom's house last night. The kids have so much fun together. It was so funny to talk to Scott and Wendy about all of Eric's naughty adventures because he and Josh are reading from the same play book. I love knowing someone else has had/is having the same experiences.

I've got to check over my lists and see if there's anything else I'm missing on the Christmas shopping. I ordered a $10 item online, paid $5 to ship it, it shipped with FedEx on the 8th and the estimated arrival is the 21st. It's been sitting in Denver for a week. Lame.

We took a drive up to the cabin and around the lake today, and it was rainy. Not much snow. Feels like spring.

Is it vacation time yet?

I don't know whose idea this was, but it was pretty dang cute.



I forgot all of the things I wanted to blog about. Hmmmm...

One more day. I feel like I'm already on vacation. I've already mentally checked out. Problem is, so have my students. Blarg. I'm sick of them, they're sick of me.

We are writing persuasive papers. I had a kid come to me for help with fixing his paper today. There was no help for that paper. I don't even know what it was about. Something about having self-confidence and making your own rules and don't let anyone tell you you're not good enough...like a crappy rap you wrote when you were high. I told him after reading it that I felt like I had just listened to Eminem (minus the swearing) or had a conversation with Tupac from beyond the grave. His eyes lit up and he said, "Really?" I was like, that was NOT a compliment!! This is a persuasive essay, not a drug-induced piece to read at a poetry slam. I need a vacation!!!

Goody. Courtney and her date just walked in. I am wearing a sloppy ponytail, glasses, no makeup, an old long sleeve t-shirt that belonged to Sean about 14 years ago, my pink pajama bottoms with yellow smiley faces on them... I feel so awesome.

I think I'm almost done shopping. Coincidentally, I am almost out of money. I may have a few more things to get. We'll see.

Josh just about broke my heart tonight. He got into trouble, and he got really upset and started crying these heartbroken tears about how he just knows he's on Santa's bad list. It took me a long time to convince him he's a good little boy. I really kinda hate the whole you-better-be-good-Santa's-watching thing.

Time to enter some grades and eat ice cream.

Birthday, Tgiving, Life

Josh turned 7 last month. So let's see... What do I want to remember about Joshy? He can eat more than I can. He drives his sisters crazy, but he's cute enough that they love him anyway. He loves his first grade teacher. He is learning to read and do math so well, and it's like a little miracle to me every time I watch him do either, because I just really thought this kid would struggle hard with school. He had no interest in letters and numbers before kindergarten. He loves Star Wars, Legos, swords and light sabers and guns, baseball, and drawing. He's a great little artist. The only thing he knows for sure that he wants to be when he grows up is a dad. I'm so grateful for my little boy.





Thanksgiving was super delicious and lots of fun. The Chamberlains came over for dinner and second dinner and dessert and wow I ate a lot. They brought tons of food with them, all delicious. Sean took charge of picture taking, which was fine with me because I always forget, and then all the pictures he took were terrible! Some are dark, some are of people's backs, or the subjects of the picture are off in the distance so you can't see them well. He's officially fired as family photographer. My sil's posed for a silly, cheesy picture, and it actually turned out cute. Go figure.


Lookin hawt


My girlies talking


Hanging out in the kitchen talking with Marilyn


Courtney and Jeremy and lots of people milling about in the background

I got my Christmas tree put up, but nothing else. It looks really pretty when all the lights are off and only the tree lights are on. Then it's all sparkly and pretty. By the light of day, well, not quite so much. My ornaments are a hodge podge, and I'm not getting anything new until my kids stop playing with them. I think we're just about there, but I'm giving it another year. Got to put up the rest of the Christmas stuff this weekend. Have done zero Christmas shopping so far.

I brought home a stack of work about 2 feet high to do this weekend. I cannot seem to get caught up in any aspect of my life. I just can only do so much, and it seems that everything gets shorted somewhere. I feel guilty for taking time out to read or to just chill, but I can't just go-go-go. I get so that I really need my down time. All day long I have students who need my attention and I'm constantly "on", then I come home and have kids who need me, and sometimes even their friends that come over to get help with something. I just really, really need that time to myself every day.

I've been stuck in a reading rut of romance novels. It's not such a bad place to get stuck, really, but oh are they cheesy. One day I couldn't find anything I wanted at the library, and I just needed something, so I ended up with a romance novel. It was light reading and fun, so the next time I looked for another one. And now I've been plowing through Nora Roberts and Linda Lael Miller and who knows. It's been fun, but it's embarassing. If the FBI ever looks at my library records someone is going to do a major eye roll. Courtney has read a few romance novels too, and she said that if they have any steamy parts, she just skips over them. I told her that, heck, I'd read it twice. He he he I really don't read it twice, but pretty sure I've done everything they're talking about, so who cares? Whatever.

I just really walk around most days of my life feeling like I have no idea what the hell I'm doing. I don't know how other people can be so sure of themselves. I feel like when I follow my heart or my gut, I always wonder if it was wrong. If I don't follow my heart or my gut, I worry that I should have. I don't usually get clear (or unclear, for that matter) answers to prayers, but of the few really strong answers that I have received, probably 75% or more of them have been the opposite of what logic says, or the opposite of anything you'd ever read in the Ensign. Which makes for an interesting experience, trying to have faith. Anyway, most of the time I wander around clueless and just muddle through and hope I don't take anyone else out with my trial and error mistakes.

Since it's the holidays, Sean got some random weird medical problem. He has a headache in one spot and it radiates from there. The doctor gave him some medication; we'll see if it works. I hope so, because the other things they are talking about are cutting it open to see what's under there and doing a temporal artery biopsy. Neither of which is all that scary, but neither is all that pleasant either. I swear, every year in November or December he has some weird random medical issue. Pericarditis. Bell's Palsy. Weird random nerve pain in his temple.

OK, well, that is all. This weekend I will do school work, go grocery shopping, go see the lights at Willard Bay with the family, put up the Christmas decorations, and read on in my novel to find out what happens between Hallie and Chance. Hint: I bet they do it. he he he Sorry mom, if you happen to read my blog.