oksoonceipeedonastuffedanimalfromthedi

there is a boy in my class who bought a stuffed animal from d.i.

hopefully it wasn't the same stuffed animal that I once met.
it was about fifteen years ago.
and I really had to pee.
I couldn't find a bathroom.

that is all.

I think I have the cutest second graders in my class.

One mentioned that last time she went hiking in the mountains she saw a cheetah.

I wonder where she went.

dear nose,

please stop running.
you're driving me crazy. 

home.

I will never cease to love this song.



Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zero's - A Take Away Show from La Blogotheque on Vimeo.

and the french man who posts such wonderful videos.

 

okay 

so I loved it.

and cried.  a lot.

(also don't tell my harry potter fan club about my last post)

yes, for some odd reason, my blog is listed on a harry potter fansite

well, maybe it's not that odd.

I'm pretty obsessed.

confession

I'm kind of embarrassed to say this but. . . 

i have not yet seen harry potter 7 part 2.

but, don't worry. don't worry.  

tonight at 7pm that statement will no longer be true.

I have a bump on my forehead

I have a bump on my forehead.


Well, last night after playing duck-duck-goose and crack the whip, we decided to play toilet tag.
Jacob was "it".
He was running towards me.
Somehow, when I turned around to run from him, Taylor and I bonked heads.

I think this is why I teach second graders.

I am a 7-year-old in a 22-year old body.

been busy. . . 

house shopping 

rebuilding a bike

setting up a classroom

and getting ready for portland and the west coast.

sooo excited.

oh yes,

and boating.

(now i just have to wait for greg's summer to begin)

SUMMER.

so, today is my first day of summer.  

huzzah.

hello,

weddings

cleaning

moving

hiking
the winds

portland

cali

beaches

biking

organizing

painting

driving
climbing

relaxing

playing

reading

slack-lining

i seriously needed you.

welcome.  please stay for a while. 

so, tomorrow's mother's day.

my mother is wonderful.

she makes me happy.

she believes in me.

she trusts in the Lord.

and she loves me.

and you know what?

I love her too.

dear randy,

I will always remember you
I will always remember when you taught me year after year in primary
I will always remember how you helped me learn the articles of faith
I will always remember the moments you made me laugh
I will always remember how you made me look forward to halloween even more
I will always remember how you didn't like my black car and how you liked my red car better
I will always remember how you pretended that you spied on me and my doorstep moments in high school (you were just making that up, right?)
I will always remember how when you play or sing, you bring tears to my eyes
I will always remember your caring smile
But most of all,
I will always remember how you made me feel.
Loved.

Thank you for loving me, Randy.

You are missed and loved.

We'll do our best to take care of your children and wife.

{looking forward to hearing you sing again}

i hate it when the weather teases me. . .

i like rain when it's anytime after seven pm.
(after school and after a nice outdoor adventure) 

but please, no more inside recess days(?)

on thursday, this will be mine.

yep, i'm thrilled.

moab,

here we come.

i'll run away with you

{i have the best husband in the world}

 

ready

\

for a vacation.  

summer, I am ready for you.

one million, fifty-one thousand, two-hundred minutes.

17,520 hours.  730 days.  24 months.
Yeah, two years is kind of a long time.

But when it's over, it feels like it was simply a blink of an eye.
Or that it never happened;  maybe it was simply a dream.

However, I have learned how important that two years was.
To grow, to learn, to love, to serve, and to miss.

And it was worth it.
It was hard.
But, worth it.

You'll be okay.

You're strong.

And things will work out. 

I love you.

ninja greg

soooo,

yesterday, during 'good news', one second grade friend shared that he had karate that day. 

"awesome," i said, "my husband knows karate."

another second grade friend:   "then why does he work HERE?"

it's true:  greg, with all of his karate experience,  is wasting his time as our school janitor.

p.s. this is not greg

(oh and p.s)

I teach second graders now.

twenty-nine of them.

it's great.