Something Like Irony

So, here's one for the Clinton cops. And that's not a good thing. Darn Clinton cops.

My roomie was driving my car Friday night over across the way to get a drink. She was driving my car because I was in the end of the driveway, and the easiest car to get out.

She got pulled over. Flashing lights, sirens, the whole deal.

Long story short, she didn't turn the lights all the way on. Just the running lights. No amount of convincing would persuade the officer that she just forgot to turn them on. She was given a fix it ticket for faulty equipment for both tail lights.

I tried to get this taken care of Saturday morning before I went out of town with no luck. I thought police stations were always open. Turns out, Law and Order isn't real life. Monday to Friday 8 to 5 is. Drat! Who has time to go to the police station during the week? Not I said the busy girl. So, I just left town, hoping that something would work out.

Fast forward to Sunday morning. I'm driving home at the butt crack of dawn (for those who don't know--that means it's earlier than anyone wants to be up), when what do I see in my mirror by the flashing lights of the UHP. What a way to start a Sunday. No, I wasn't speeding.

My registration, though current, doesn't show that way because HELLO Division of Motor Vehicles--Send those stinking stickers already! My temporary registration expired on the 14th. But, what can I do with no stickers? The officer said that it was called, "Improper Display" but didn't cite me. Basically, my car is registered in the system, but my stickers aren't correct. The nice officer and I had a discussion about what to do.

Then, I pulled out the fix it ticket. This may sound silly, but I had been thinking about getting pulled over and getting this ticket signed. It's like I thought about it and the universe made it happen.

"While I have you here," I said, "would you mind signing this off for me?" I proceed to tell him about the ticket and what happened, to which he gave a disgusted look and the eye roll. He was like, "They cited her?! Where was this?" He signed the ticket and said good luck. So, I left the incident better off then when I began. No citations, and a signed fix it ticket. Woot! I know, you are all wishing you had this luck with the UHP, too.

Yes, I did drive home under the cover of darkness, hoping no officers would see my expired registration. Three times in three days would just put me over the edge.

There's No Sarcasm in Third Grade!

I heart my class this year! They are in third grade, and already they are funny. Part of me thinks they can't help but be funny because they are mine. :)



I always joke with them. We play a memory-type game with our vocabulary each week. I usually say, "Read, set . . . " and then end will a silly phrase or word like "banana pudding" or "Supercalifragilistic." Then, as they're groaning and saying, "Teacher, why?" I trick them (or so I like to think) and say "Go!" really fast. I know they like it because they giggle.



Well, today I was teasing them, as usual, with the phrase, "If you don't _________, I'm going to ________." Fill in the blanks with one thing you want them to do and anything ridiculous.This phrase goes something like this: "If you don't put your chairs up quickly and quietly, I'm going to take away your birthday." This is usually followed by many giggles, a few strange looks (always the stragglers), and the desired effect. :) Today I said, "If you're not quiet walking in the hall, I'm going to . . ." to which a student burst out, "take away our allowance!"



I laughed and replied, "You are cooler than the flip side of my pillow."

A Good Deal

So, I've been wanting something new for awhile. I contacted this lady through the internet. We decided on a place and time to meet, and a price for the goods. I left my teaching job, drove down to a well packed park and ride at the end of the Salt Lake valley, and waited there in my black car. Pretty soon, a black jeep pulled up next to me. She motioned for me to come over. I got in her car, we chatted a bit, and she showed me what she was selling. I looked it over, gave it a try, and made sure I was getting a great deal. I was! So, I went to my car, handed her a bank envelope full of cash. We swapped the goods, and we both climbed into our cars and were off.

I bought a new camera! :) I heart it, and will post pictures from Scotland.

What were you thinking?

Things that Suck

20 dollar lightbulbs
40 minutes to put it in
6 guys trying to figure it out

misunderstandings
no callbacks
obligations

unused tickets
having to decline
not enough time

Boomerang . . . SMACK.

So, just like a boomerang, this story constantly comes back:

One semester in college, oh 6 or 7 years ago (Wow--I know, huh), I had a really stupid history class that I loathed. Yep, it's true. Why was history my minor? I do not know. Anyway, so out of frustration, one day I wrote on a piece of paper something like this: "History? Why do I need History? All I want to do is stay at home, crochet, and make canned goods." If there is more to the quote, I'm not sure. You'd have to ask Cami. Now, why do I say this, you ask? Well, Cami found this on the floor one day, and proceeded to hang it on the fridge of our apartment. We had a good laugh about it. Now, fast forward about every 2 years, including this one. I got together with Cami and friends last night. What came up? That quote. Every time we get together it seems to come up. Cami STILL has it hanging on her fridge in her apartment in Missoula, Montana. This means she has kept it not only through few different moves, but even through moving out of state! She claims she loves it. :) Nick and Cami see it every day. What a riot. I have nothing to say for myself.

Lucky!

I am the luckiest aunt ever! Look at these cute kids! :) We have the princess who's like, "What? Smile? What's that?" We have the Big Cheese, and The Professor (the serious one). I heart them!

5 K--Check!

This weekend I participated in the Sandy Midnight Moon 5K Fun Run. If you're laughing, I know. I basically was, too. Here are some of my thoughts:
-People do this for fun?! In the heat of the day? Are they crazy?
-Am I there yet?
-Why is the majority of this race straight uphill?
-I SO should be sleeping right now.
-Where is everyone?
-I heart my iphone/ipod.
-Water, water, where is the water?
-I have to beat that lady pushing the double stroller . . .
-Run, Forrest, Run.
-These glowsticks are neato.
-Why did I wear a jacket?
-There's the finish line!
-Hey, I know those people!
-They're cheering for me. Yay!
-I beat my projected time. Go go gadget legs.
-Let's go home! I'm beat!
-I ran a 5k, and all I got was a T-shirt. It glows in the dark.
-What? The Turkey Run? I'll have to think about it . . .

Because I Heart Plaid!

I am leaving for Scotland in a little more than a month. Why? Well, it could be because a friend I work with asked if I wanted to go on vacation, to which I said, "Yes." Then when she suggested Scotland, I didn't hesitate to say, "Sure." I've bought my ticket, the seats are assigned, and my passport is safely on my dresser (that's for those of you who remember the lost passport issue). We're going to see all the touristy sites, take a ridiculously large amount of pictures, travel by air, bus, taxi, train, bike, and ferry, and possibly even get a little crazy. I'm super excited to see the bridge from Harry Potter. Why Scotland? For all these reasons and more. OR, because I heart the plaid kilts made doable by the Scottish. Take your pick.

It's a Love/Hate Relationship

No, I'm not talking about my job. I'm talking about my recent iphone purchase. I really do heart the iphone. It has some really neat-o features that are just cool pieces of technology. I love that it has the internet and an ipod. I don't love that there is no speed dial. It's annoying to me to have to scroll through names to find my mom each day. It's also super annoying--to the point of me wanting to take it back--that the iphone can't send a regular decent picture through text. I know, I know--all the ads show that it can. In fact, that request was the only one I had when the salesman asked me what kind of phone I was looking for. Surprise was on me when I got home and found out that I couldn't send a picture message regularly. Plus, every time someone sends me a picture, I have to go to a website, enter a 7 digit alpha-numeric code for the username and password, and then I can only view my picture for seven days. LAME. Apparently, ATT (who is the sole provider for the iphone in the US) doesn't support MMS until "late summer" of 2009. Seriously? We've had the iphone for years and this hasn't been supported? Even the bad phones have this ability. Sheesh! It's super, super annoying to me. It's 2009 people!

My Cute Friend Misty

My friend Misty is such lifesaver! I called her up few weeks ago, asking if I could come her way because I was just stressed and needed to get away, and she didn't even hesitate to say yes. So, I drove out to Durango. Misty and I spent the rest of the week and weekend hanging out, working on the farm, me meeting her guy, Tim, shopping, and we even went tubing down the Animas River. I may or may not have thought I was going to drown at one point, but don't worry. I pushed Misty to the edge and then saved myself. :) I sure miss this girl and the fact that she lives 8 long, long hours away! Misty, come visit me! :)

Act Your Age

Tonight I went home for dinner. Every time I am home, Michael always takes my chair at the table! Now, he says that it has been his chair since they moved into the house. I beg to differ because I always sit there! Yes, I am 26 and Mike is 16, but that's not the point!
Tonight, he was standing by the chair, buttering corn on the plate, and I swooped in and sat in the chair. He was dumbfounded! He proceeded to sit on top of me, and I proceeded to reach around and try to exchange his plate for a new one. We got into a laughing/shoving/whining match about why we should get the chair. Mom finally said, "Whoever sits there has to clean the kitchen and do the dishes." We both looked at each other and said with smirks, "I'm not moving." Finally, after about five minutes, I said, "Rock, paper, scissor you for it." Mike said, "Best of three?" and the battle began. Well, I'm sad to say that I lost the chair, but in the end I think I'm the winner because Mike sure had to clean the kitchen and do the dishes. :) I love that brother!

Wandering

I'm going off to wander and ponder. I'll be back Saturday. Let me be. :)

Axton

Kristin and Matthew, this is for you. This is your cute kid after nap time one day. He was laughing at my hand pushing on the outside of the playpen

Also, here is a picture for you to compare with when he was a newborn. Funny, huh.

I've Never Been Happier

Tomorrow is the last day of teaching my current 6th grade class. What a joy they have been. They will leave these doors at 1:15pm. I have never been happier.

Honestly

I truly believe that honesty is the best policy. Trying to hide or keep things from people, especially those close to you, never works out well. It becomes a tangled web of lies, deciet and dishonesty. Why is it so hard to love each other unconditionally and, in turn, just be open and honest. Why do I always feel like I'm at the end of the phone chain--the bottom of the totem pole--the one who shows up only to find the date's been changed. Honestly people!

Yes, this is my rant of frustration, and honestly, I should just call and ask.