Monday, February 28, 2011

Boys (!)

Boys crack me up. Payton was delighted to run over to this group of boys (all from different families) and play with them. Now, I use the word "play" and "with" in the loosest of terms because that is not what boys do. Boys play beside one another and do not really interact. They certainly do not talk with one another. I think this is why they get along so well. I mean really, if you don't talk or share with one another, what's there to argue about, right? Boys really are simple in so many ways.

Are You Sick of Highly Paid Teachers?

by Meredith Menden on Friday, February 18, 2011 at 6:32pm

Are you sick of highly paid teachers?

Teachers' hefty salaries are driving up taxes, and they only work 9 or10 months a year! It's time we put things in perspective and pay them for what they do - babysit!

We can get that for less than minimum wage.

That's right. Let's give them $3.00 an hour and only the hours they worked; not any of that silly planning time, or any time they spend before or after school. That would be $19.50 a day (7:45 to 3:00 PM with 45 min. off for lunch and plan-- that equals 6 1/2 hours).

Each parent should pay $19.50 a day for these teachers to baby-sit their children. Now how many students do they teach in a day...maybe 30? So that's $19.50 x 30 = $585.00 a day.
However, remember they only work 180 days a year!!! I am not going to pay them for any vacations.

That's $585 X 180= $105,300 per year.

(Hold on! My calculator needs new batteries).

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Let the Texting Begin

I was listening to the radio and heard some crazy "report" that I had to share with Bill...

Me: If given the choice between catching a fly ball and saving an infant's life, a woman will always choose the later without regard to if there are men on base or not. :D 100.7 is so full of information!
Bill: regular season or playoffs?

A couple of days later as I'm sitting at DMS at the Michaelmas festival, about 10am...

Me: EVERYONE around me has tatoos!
Bill: at the biker bar already?

10 am in the morning...

Me: Too early for a hamburger?
Bill: Never!

While discussing the fact that I can't use our new internet explorer...

Me: Why have you not bookmarked stuff for me yet?
Bill: Because I don't visit the "Derek Morgan" website.
(and then, after some back and forth over our temple excursion tomorrow)
Bill: just for you....

I love my husband.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Kyra's First Dance

Bill chaperoned.

Monday, February 7, 2011

Obsessed with "Tash"

Sittin' on a trash can.

Above is how PT spent his first 15-20 minutes at the park... picking up and looking for trash to throw away. He found: a fork, a wrapper, 2 separate orange peels, and my BK bag. It was hard to convince him to put the orange peel into the bag and then wait to throw it away later, but it worked. Once. For a little while. With a LOT of convincing. I don't want to spend my whole morning lifting him up to throw away every piece of trash! I came to the park so he could play and I could read my book.
Oh, well. I finally decided to embrace the cuteness of this little boy and his need to tidy up the playground and take care of the trash. It's quite cute when he looks up to me with a bit of garbage in his hand and asks to throw it out. It all started with is stinky diapers and has morphed from, "da?" to "da-ih?" to "dosh?" to finally, "tash?" Sweet, sweet trash boy. I will continue to encourage this behavior in an effort to make a fine husband of you someday. Your wife will thank me later.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Spellcheck Makes me Giggle

I misspelled the word "minimum" in an email that I was sending out. I typed it in as "minimun". The first option that it gave me to correct my mistake was "mini nun". That visual just makes me giggle. Of course, I had to google image that word to give you a picture to go with the post. I don't really suggest doing that because a lot of the art associated with a mini nun involves not so much clothing on what I would not consider not so religious women. That being said, I'm not sure what to think of the number of bowling sets offered involving these sweet mini nuns being knocked over by a big hard ball.