The truth about the bruises.

So if you read my facebook status you'll know I had a few bruises last night. Regretfully they did not intentionally come from my cute friend Josh. We were at family home evening playing volleyball, which I'm usually afraid to play. My roommate and I and Josh started hitting a volleyball around and I actually got it over the net a few times. But I used the back of my hand instead of the inside or my fist. After about 30 minutes I looked at the back of my hand and there were about 6 or 7 big swolen purple bumps where boold vessels should be. I decided my hands are a little to valuable to sacrifice for a few minutes of fun. But it was definitely worth it.

Teacher moments--if I can remember.

I've had a request for funny teacher stories--Here goes.

1. Every day the same students says to me--"Teacher you're as pretty as an Angel and a Princess!" The funny part about that is I show up to school with no make up on, straight out of the shower=frizzy hair and my rattiest clothes, Princess Cinderella (before the fairy-god-mother)

2. One day my 'favorite' student did not show up for school. He would always be the first in line, standing with his dad, everyday. About 2 hours later he and his dad walked into my class. They both looked a little ascew, like they just rolled out of bed and still in their PJ's. The dad said "UHH...Yeah." then turned around and walked out. A little later I said "Scott" How come you were late today? He replied--because daddy spent the night with Jennifer.----Oh :) Okay.

And my favorite of all time

3. I had a picture of Grandma Erma and Grandma Lucy sitting on my table. In the picture they are sitting on a couch and there is a picture of Christ hanging on the wall behind them. One of my students (who is muslim) looked at the picture, pointed to Christ and said 'Teacher who is that?'
I said 'Umm.....his name is Jesus.'
She asked again 'Teacher is he your brother?'
I said 'Ummm.....Yeah.'
She looked at me with a little twinkle, and a smile, and shaking her head said 'Is he your--bruthu from anuthu mothu?'
:) I smiled 'UH....Yeah'
And she walked away laughing "hehehehe I said bruthu from anuthu mothu!'

Oh that was so funny.

Singles Ward 3 : no kidding!!

Last night I went to a ward activity. It was supposed to be Ethnic Food night so everyone could bring a food from the country they served their mission in. HOW FUN!

We pulled into the parking lot there were 6 cars. One of the wives in the bishopric walked in with a BYU hat on :) because tomorrow is the BYU vs. Utah game. On the table was KFC, Little Ceasars, Costco-sweetish meatballs, and Haagen Das ice cream.. . . . . plus a few other authentic dishes that all included rice and some cookies.

We got some food, sat down and one of my friends says "This is just like Chuck-O-Rama!" Then of course the cute girls were in the corner making crepes with strawberries--they're new--they still don't know how lame the rest of us are.

After dinner someone gets out a basketball and starts a game of BUMP while all the girls are taking turns flirting with the ONE hot guy in the ward.

It was a scene straight out of SINGLES WARD 3 !!
ps--my roommate was at a party last week and met one of the actors from the movie 'Charlie' Awesome!

Come on!

Last night I ate salmon and asparagus for dinner. Then i went out and exercised for 30 minutes...............................How come I'm not skinny yet?

Oh the weekend

This weekend I played tennis with my wheelie friends and they're getting better than me. No, no, no we can't let that happen! That's what I'm thinking and then I watch a womens conference talk on the BYU channel all about PRIDE, of course.

I also got denied from my insurance company. So I'm still dealing with insurance idiots from my fire that was almost 4 months ago. (I want my condo to be back to new again, can you blame me--again PRIDE) I really don't want to throw a fit--because I'm not brave enough--but I will. I'm going to stand up for myself even though I probably won't get what I want. I just want to stick it to 'em. Wish me luck!

Last night my roommate, friend, and I watched 13 going on 30. Then we watched the Pat Benatar video that was one of the extras. They started dancing to it and what started out as innocent fun turned into a three hour dress up / make up / video recording of our own Pat Benatar music video. Lucky I was the videographer so I'm not in the video, but I felt like I was 12 again. Oh geez...

I'm off to ward prayer because I guess there really are things you never grow out of. I just might post a few pictures. We'll see if it finally happens.

I know I'm slow

Well I was looking at the dates on my blogs and it's time for a new one. SOOO...I went to church today. I'm still in the same singles ward, for the past 7 years. I turned 31 in February which is the magical age where you get kicked out, but for some reason the bishop asked me if I wanted to stay---LUCKY! The girl who visit teaches me is 18. She's probably younger than Whitney. Oh Geez.

I'm at Jenny's house right now she made homemade pretzels and fried green tomatoes. AH... Yummy! Martha Stewart WHO--ever. We're watching the nightly news right now. Last night there was a man killed in a neighborhood by my school and a swat standoff down the street from my house. :) I love Salt Lake.

I got my new tennis wheelchair a few weeks ago. All my very own and for free. I took some pictures last week so now I just have to figure out how to get them onto my blog. I'm going to keep an eye out for wheelie tournaments in Seattle so you can all come watch.

Hal-O-freakin-lu-yah. It's Labor day weekend I don't have to work tomorrow!! Ciao