Dog Names

You know what I appreciate? When people name their dogs human names:

George

Fred

Sally

Barbara

Frank

Samantha

Tom

Graham

Chuck

Can you imagine getting pissed at your dog and screaming the name Barbara. That's what I'm talking about.

*I realize this picture is of a mini horse, I think that's the pet I desire most right now and I'd name him Robert.

My Job is Better Than My Mom's

First things first, this blog is currently under construction. I can't get the background color to change. Blah

These are the reasons I'm fairly confident my job is better than my Mom's:

1. Yesterday this boy wrote this in his journal and was not ashamed to sing it in front of me and the entire class. And yes he wrote down all the nah nah nah's. Awesome.

2. Yesterday I overheard this conversation while they were lining up.

Boy 1: I want McCain to win.

Boy 2: No way, I want Obama.

Boy 1: No, Obama wants to raise taxes.

Boy 2: Well McCain is about to die.

3. A few weeks ago I asked my class if they knew who the current president was......first I saw a bunch of blank faces and then a very confident hand went up. When I called on the confident hand he replied with, "George.....George Clooney."

Oh how bright America's future looks huh?

4. Recently a tearful girl came up to me and said, "Teacher, Lexi pinched my bum." So of course I had to crack the whip on Lexi by saying, "Did you pinch Abby's bum?" She said nothing but had a very guilty wide-eyed stare. I said, "No more pinching bums okay?"

I get paid to say this crap. Seriously?

5. I was talking to one of my ladies about Christmas and I asked her what she wanted. She said, "a lion, or a tiger, or a giraffe." I replied with, "wow, that would be fun, but where would you keep it?" She thought for a second and said, "well I have a living room."

Hello! Obviously the perfect place to keep a large wild beast.

6. The most adorable little trouble making boy with the best Lloyd Christmas haircut I've seen in years came up to me and whispered, "teacher I can't get the snap on my pants to snap." I said, "well try one more time, if you can't get it I can do it for you." He said, "I don't want everyone to see my underwear teacher, it's white."

Imagine the humiliation.

I won't go on. The good news is, here is an open invitation to volunteer in my classroom anytime. It's like a free comedy club. Happens everyday.

It's Our One Year Anniversary

I'm new at this whole anniversary thing. I've never had one. In fact, neither Becca or I have ever had a relationship last long enough to require one. How great is that? One year ago today, we embarked on a very long and treacherous journey in the blogging world. We've had our ups and downs but I think one year later we have learned to live and love in a way we could never have imagined. So here's to one year of absolute blogging bliss. 

Today's blog post is dedicated to all the bad dates it took to get us to where we are today. 

Becca--Single

Ally--Single

Ashley--Single

Kate--Single

Cassie--New relationship (you go girl)

Rrrosa--Long-term boyfriend

Becca:  As some of you might know, Becca has had a bit of a history with recurring allergic reactions. She hasn't had one in a few years (knock on wood), but she used to have them fairly often. The problem was that we didn't know what she was allergic to, so the reactions would come on without any warning. Well one evening Becca was on a date with this boy. The date was going fine until the drive back to our house. Becca felt an allergic reaction coming on and realized she had to give herself an epi-pen shot to stop the reaction. So she jumped in the back seat and told her date not to look while she took her pants off and stabbed herself in the leg with the epi-pen. The recently returned missionary drove at an exceptionally slow pace with his eyes bulging out of his head the whole way home. Upon arriving back to the house, Becca bolted from the car with a quick, "See ya" and left the poor kid to sort out what had just happened in the back seat of his car. 

Ally: Met in the Liberty Square (apartment complex in Provo) hot tub.  Asked her out for the next night. They went to Utah Lake for 3 hours and sat in his car. He put his hand on her knee and said, "Can I touch you there?" To which she hesitantly replied, "Sure..." He was currently aspiring to be in the Mormon Tabernacle Handbell Choir (does that even exist?). While sitting in the car they only listened to EFY music to stay spiritual for his splits with the missionaries on Friday and Saturday nights and his full-time job at the MTC. He told her he'd told his Mom all about her and asked if it was okay to tell people they were dating now (in the middle of their first date). The next day he called and she looked at her phone and immediately put it down. He was right behind her. Then he gave her a hand full of gerber daisies and said he just couldn't wait until May 16 (it was March), her birfday. She later had her friend call him to "break up". 

Ashley:  She was set up on a blind date who showed up an hour late. He took her off-roading in his "sweet Subaru". Then they went to a gas station to fill up a bunch of jugs of gasoline and drove out to the old Payson mine shaft. They were in a big group and the guys proceeded to put paper towels in the gasoline jugs, light them on fire and throw the "gasoline bombs" down the mine shaft. The cops showed up and threatened to get them all kicked out of BYU. Needless to say, Ashley never saw him again. Lucky girl whoever ends up with that cat. 

Kate: My dad made me go out with the son of this guy he knew at work. He insisted on picking me up even though he lived in Murray. He arrived at 6PM sharp, five minutes later I was telling him I couldn't be home late because I had to "get up early" the next day(little trick I learned from Seinfeld). We met up with his childhood "bud" and his girlfriend, went to dinner and then headed to Murray for a "surprise" (seriously?). Well, the surprise turned out to be two-in-one!! The first was that I got to meet his WHOLE family (on the first date). Then we went into the backyard and played board games in a tent. A tent. 7 hours later (1AM) he was taking me home where I might've fallen asleep while he was rambling on and on about how it might be hard for us to date when he went back to Utah State and I went to Provo (big worry of mine too). I call this my marathon date.

Cassie:  She got asked out by this guy in her ward. He asked her to bring sandwiches because he didn't want to spend money on dinner. He showed up wearing a purple, velour shirt (nuff said). When Cassie walked out of her room wearing jeans, he said, "Ew, you should probably wear a skirt cause we're going to an outdoor symphony." Cassie reluctantly went to change and when she came out in a skirt he sighed with a smile, looking her up and down (yuck). The "outdoor concert" turned out to be the soundtrack to The Lord of The Rings. While eating the apples he brought for dinner, he started rubbing her back. Cassie leaned forward to escape his pale, bony hands and gave him a dirty look. The rest of the semester Cassie had to pretend that she had a boyfriend so LOR boy would stop stalking her.  Oh and did I mention that he has his own jewelry making business? Could this get any better? Nope. 

Rrrosa: Never had a bad date in her life. Figures. She's got the body of a dog goddess. 

Now, I would encourage y'all to comment (everyone will be able to do it now) and give us your feedback. Any constructive criticisms or requests that might help make our blog even more awesome than it already is. K punkins? HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!!!!!!!!!!

What is it?

This past weekend was spent at the cabin. I think that every time I go to the cabin I fall more in love with it. I don't know what it is about it that I love so much, I consider myself a girl who loves the city and the cabin is completely the opposite of that:

No internet

No phones

No T.V. (okay DVD's but no t.v. shows)

No shopping

No restaurants

I've never left the cabin thinking, oh ya I'm ready to go back to the real world, I'm always grasping at the last moments spent there. Even this summer when the Mimi and I spent a whole week there, it wasn't enough. I guess it's the feeling that time doesn't really exist at the cabin, I have no deadlines to meet, or people relying on me. I'm a "get it done" kind of girl but when I'm up there it's as if my weird OCD tendencies disappear. I feel completely content drinking 3 Dr. Peppers and eating tons of peanut butter bars, taking 2 or 3 naps a day, finishing a whole season of One Tree Hill in record time, listening to my Mimi yelling weird Spanish words while playing Mexican Train, trying to scrapbook with Celia and barely managing to get a page done over the course of the trip. The list could go on and on, I guess it's the combination of those things that make the cabin heaven on earth for me. This time of year is especially enjoyable because of the Fall colors. Oh cabin, oh bliss! Oh I know what it is...the weird crap that only happens at the cabin like Mom and Dad challenging each other to a foot race around the cabin--since when are they competative and since when do they run? Nailed it! (Someone should probably ask Kate what she had to say about this foot race).