Those Who Can . . .

Those who can, teach. Those who can't make a fool out of themselves.

I like teaching specific things in very controlled environments. My favorite class to teach was the intro to programming class. Give me a couple of interested students, a white board, a few good markers, some caffeine, and you'd be looking at a party.

Right now, instead of teaching intro to programming I've been teaching the Relief Society lesson during church. I don't teach that often (thank goodness), only once every other month. So basically, I get one month to recover from my last lesson and one month two stew over the upcoming lesson.

Once I am prepared for a lesson I have a printout of various topics, quotes, and questions I want to discuss. Normally I stick pretty close to my notes and things turn out well enough.

Yesterday this was not exactly the case. At one point I told all the women I didn't like people I didn't know. Yes, we are still relatively new, and no, I don't know many of them. Um . . . ya.

The best part was the fact that my right hand gets really shaky in the cold, and yesterday it was very cold. I think they all thought I was scared to death. Maybe they will disregard some of my crazier statements (junior high and puppet shows were mentioned) due to my apparent fear of public speaking.

The Case of the Missing Brownie

Madison made brownies in her math class on Thursday. The teacher took them home to bake and today they will get to taste the fruits of their labor. Madison told Kai she would get an extra one and save it for him.

"Mom, I have a problem. I kind of, sort of, promised Kai I would get him a brownie from math class."

"That was nice."

"Well, the problem is that they have cameras ALL OVER the school. Because like the other day there were these boys who were stuffing toilet paper in the . . . well not the toilets, but you know those other things . . . . "

"The urinals?"

"Ya, so these boys where stuffing toilet paper in them and they caught them because someone was watching the tapes. So what if I take an extra brownie and they see it on the tape and come after me?"

So she can be scared into doing the right thing. Perhaps it isn't ideal, but hey, she's being good.

Cheese Enchiladas and Mexican Rice

In an attempt to get my life together I have decided to set weekly goals. My goal this week was to cook dinner. Not every night, just once. I was banned from the kitchen a while ago after burning myself while using the microwave.

Yesterday I made enchiladas and rice. The recipe is from the Colorado Cache Cookbook. the enchiladas where pretty blah (I'm sure it had nothing to do with my cooking skills). The rice was quite tasty.

Things I learned

1. I need a tour of the kitchen and pantries.
2. I need a real apron.
3. Gather the ingredients BEFORE you begin to cook.
4. Dry your hands before picking up the knife. Dropping knives is bad.
5. I'm not good at remembering the time. Use a timer.
6. Don't assume you remember the next step correctly

Call of Duty

No one in the army will take him seriously with those dimples.

Rainy Day at the Movies

A while ago I helped my husband's family clean out the house his grandparents had lived in. It was like a 3 room time capsule. A very dirty, cluttered, possibly infected with the hanta virus type of time capsule.

While there, we found a very heavy strong box that had been padlocked shut. No one had the key so they had to open it with a crowbar. The excitement was such that everyone stopped working to watch the unveiling of something that must be spectacular. I for one was not disappointed to see the padlocked strong box was full of padlocks, still in their packages, as shiny as the day they were taken off the shelf. I thought it was so great, I plan on doing the same thing when I am old. Except I'm going to put mine in the top back corner of the closet. Don't tell the kids, I don't want to ruin the surprise.

I got a tin full of buttons and keys and a shoe box full of quilt squares. I also brought home a pile of vintage clothes that I was going to try to sell (yes they are still in a large box in my room). In an attempt to uncluttered my bedroom, I recently started sorting the clothes and taking pictures of the items I was going to try to sell. I took out a very cute rain coat and felt something in the pocket. No I didn't find a padlock, but how cool would that have been? I found this.


That is a move ticket to the Cottonwood Mall Theater. It doesn't say what movie-- perhaps there was only one? It cost 2.50 and they went on the 27th of May 1977. Apparently they had some cracker jacks, and a dollar to spare. After I took the picture I put all those things back in the pocket, and put the coat in the back of my closet. My kids are going to be SO confused some day.

Aren't You Proud

Hey Kai, you forgot to tuck your shirt in.

Dang it . . . hey, aren't you proud mom? Aren't you proud because I didn't say Damn it?

Inchworm

Davis has graduated to inchworm-hood.

Now he just needs to work on those knees . . . .