Ship 'em away!

I really have nothing today. It was cold and snowed today. I had no motivation to grade the huge amounts of papers I need to grade. I got the oil in my car changed. I told people a million times that there are only 4 days until spring break.

A funny moment from Health class today:

Alice: "So, who pays for the jails?"

Class: "The government? Your mom?."

Alice: "Who gives the government their money?"

Class: "I don't know, Jay-Z."

Alice: "The government's funding comes from taxes, so who pays for jails?"

Class: "The government? 50 Cent? Your Mom?"

Alice: "Citizens pay taxes, so in a way we all pay for jails."

Class: "That is gay. We should just ship them(criminals) to Cuba."

Alice: "Did you guys know that the English used to ship all their criminals away to Australia?"

Class: "They did, that is crazy. So really all the people in Australia are criminals?"

Alice: "Well, not exactly. Some may be but they weren't sent there. Most Australians probably have ancestors who were criminals."

Class: "That is so wack."

They then went on a five minute tangent about who knows what. I think it had nothing to do with violence and the cost to society. SIGH!

Nomad Blood

I have been thinking a lot about buying a home recently. I think this could have a lot to do with the fact that my neighbors are not my favorites. I do not like garbage all over the lawn and I really hate listening to people scream at their children and play video games 24-7. Seriously, I would never change my ways if somebody were to constantly be screaming at me; I am sure young children are no different.

Anyway, back to the home discussion. I do not feel economically ready to have a mortgage payment. I also would hate having to do all the upkeep. (Mowing lawns, however, doesn’t scare me.)

Here is one of my dream ways to live: a big bus motor-home. I was riding my bike the other day by Utah Lake and saw many of these types of campers down at the campground there. I really have the nomad blood in my veins and with one of these vehicles; life would truly be a highway to me. I like this option because it would be cheaper than having a house. Also, I could just unhook and be on my way each summer. I could travel slowly across the country seeing so many things. It would be awesome. It also would be handy to make scams and then weasel out of town. Kidding, I am not like that!

With my luck though, I will be stuck in Provo for the rest of my life. SIGH.

This weekend has been fun so far. I got to play softball today. It was my team’s first practice. I will be playing every Friday night until I leave for summer. That makes me happy inside! It truly is spring and I am truly happy. Funny how I am always on this rollercoaster of emotions.

Last night I was able to see a friend’s art show and also see a movie that I like. 27 Dresses is awesome! I will also be seeing Leatherheads this evening. Stay tuned for the review!

I like weekends. Only one week of work until Spring Break. Yipee!

If I weren't doing this, I'd be doing something else!

I always tell my mother that in a few years I will be driving a big brown truck for UPS. I know this bugs her because I am too smart for that or something. Anyway, I think she really thinks that I am joking every time I mention it but seriously it is one of my dream jobs. I bet that is something you didn't know about me. I could listen to music all day long, I would not be bothered by people who are crude or mean(most people like to get packages), and I would never have to take work home with me(unless of course I had ordered something from amazon.com). I think that would be pretty much a cake job if you ask me. None of this working for 12 hours and only getting paid for 8 of them. No more being told you really should just be creative and do what you think is best for the tenth graders but when you do something you think is good for them you are told "maybe that isn't quite what we should be doing."

Another job I would enjoy would be stocking shelves at a department or grocery store late at night. There would be nobody to bug me at that job either. I would just be very good at driving a forklift and stacking products. If I am good at it, I am sure to have no problems. Then I could sleep all day long and then eat Ho Hos all the time and I probably would even get a discount on them.

Maybe a good job for me would be a car salesperson. I would l be one of those passive salespeople. I would let people shop around for a while before I even approach them. Then I would say creative things like: "Yes, this model actually comes in a hundred different colors, and really if you wanted to mix all those colors together, we could make a special order." or "You just think about this car as long as you feel comfortable. Afterall, you will be paying it off for the next six years of your life. Don't just jump in, call me when you are ready to decide."

Maybe I will just continue on doing what I am doing and one day be a famous writer. Of course, there will probably be a movie made about me years after my death and many people will be very dissappointed because they really thought I would find the true love I wrote about. SIGH.

Well, off to shower and sleep. Big day tomorrow. Training for work; a thrill a minute. I like the breaks when I can take out my MP3 player and watch The Office. That is pretty much the highlight of the day. I have a hard time paying attention for 8 hours. Later!

P.S. The pictures of the dye job are for Morgan! Notice that in the "Why, Hello!" picture is my Office Calendar. I have not yet changed it to April because John Krasinski is the picture for March. He is one of my imaginary boyfriends. Maybe it can be March all year long! :) The picture of Dad Bills and I are from about a week ago. Notice the difference in the hair color. It was pretty faded, wasn't it?

Nothingness

I think I have slipped back into the blah of winter. I really feel as if I have nothing to write about lately.

The highlight of today was the dying of my hair. It was really exciting the first time. The second time it was okay. Today, the third time, it just seems like a chore. It was pretty funny to see my friend, Alyssa, decide that she needed to give me a make-over. She always dyes my hair but today she decided she also had to style the hair after the dying. She also asked if she could do my make-up, but I had to draw the line. She is funny.

April Fool's Day was pretty fun, though. All of the students in our school thought it would be pretty funny to pretend to skip class and go to in school suspension during fourth hour. It was amazing to see that they could actually organize something together. I told my girls PE class that I was pregnant. That was hilarious. They believed me. Good times on the Fool's Day!

I just had some Nutella on toast. Man, is that stuff good. I think it is a new addiction.

It is cold I must go and huddle in my bed and sleep. Happy Mid-Week!

Farmering

I think I have gotten over the fact that there is snow on the ground and can finally blog.

I had a great time down in Lynndyl, Utah this past weekend. I drove down on Friday after work. Just leaving this valley is a vacation sometimes. It was a great drive. Very relaxing.

I visited my friend, Megan and her family. They are awesome. It was fun even if it didn't seem that we did all that much. Friday we ate and then went through drawers at her grandmother's house. Seriously, it was as if we were sifting through time as we were sifting through those drawers. The picture with all the things is of some of the treasures I found. My favorites were the Avon cologne that came in the car glass bottles. It reminded me of my dad's collection that was always on the shelfs in the house I grew up in. The ones at Megan's grandma's even smelled like the ones my dad had.

Saturday, I was able to go "farmering." Well, we actually didn't do anything to help the farm but we did explore, seeing the whole purpose of my trip was so I could see baby cows. Man, I love baby cows...they are so dang cute. I got to sit on a tractor and talk to cows which just brought me back to my childhood. I spent a lot of time on my grandfather's farm growing up and those are some of my favorite memories. I used to get up at 5am to go help grandpa. I called this "farmering." Megan had a fun time driving her dying car around their farm. One of the pictures was taken as we drove through the weeds. What and adventure. I haven't laughed that hard in a while.

Another thing that reminded me of being on my grandpa's farm was the aluminum cup I got to drink water out of in Megan's house. My grandpa and grandma has lots of cups like that. Such a distinct taste drinking water out of one of those cups.

I love hanging out with Megan because we do not have to do anything to be entertained. Thanks for the fun this weekend, Megan.

Last night I also got to go to another Blaze game. They are now 0-6. I think I am bad luck seeing they are having the worst season ever and I just bought season tickets this year. Dang it! Oh well. It is still fun to go up to Salt Lake every once in a while with my friend, Anjai. She is cool!