Unseasonable

Unseasonably warm...that was today. Ethan tried to convince me it was actually summer as we sat without coats eating rootbeer floats in the sun today. It was Disneyland weather. Ahh Disneyland it would actually be shorts weather were we to go this year. The year we went in January we missed a week of -10 so 50 degrees felt awesome. But I hear it's mid 70s right now. That could be why the stores are pulling out the capris and here I thought that was unseasonable.

Testing...

Can you see this? Maybe I'll post more now. :)

The Moral of the Story is...

Don't Judge!

I admit it. I've scoffed and scorned and even made fun a little of a certain man. It's not his fault he wears a silly bow tie and his grin makes you feel like finger nails are scraping the chalk board. Or that his parents named him Orville and his last name is Reddenbacker. Nope, I've been unfair. But you see, his smugness about his popcorn perfection just seemed a bit to self righteous and down right irritating. Plus for a popcorn purist like me, the fact that he promoted flavored popcorn was just too much. Yep, I've shunned this poor man for YEARS. Afterall, why pay more for popcorn with a silly guy in a bow tie when the 'cheap' popcorn was just as good.

The lesson: I was desperate...out of popcorn after buying very inferior bulk popcorn that I tossed. Down the aisle at the market and wouldn't you know the ONLY brand available was Orville. Smiling, goofy, bow tiey. But you can't go without popcorn, it's a food group, so in the cart he went. And in the pan when I got home went his kernels. And wouldn't you know that those kernels produced HUGE, fluffy, yummy popcorn. At least twice the girth of my regular pop. The size of which I may never have seen. Plus I had to empty my pan 3 TIMES...when I usually only have to once. For 14 years I've blamed my less than perfect popcorn on my gas stove top when really it was marginal popcorn.

So the moral? Don't judge a book, or a person or popcorn by it's cover, for inside may await a treat you never imagined.

Things I love; Things I hate

I LOVE Sierra and her friend, each on their own side of the street with their own chess board...playing over the walkie talkies.

I HATE reading charts.

I LOVE Ethan's new found interest in Nursery Rhymes and letters.

I HATE Fundraiser assemblies and the brain washing that comes with them.

I LOVE 3-5 grade hiking field work

I HATE the bodily function noises and spitting going on with the 1-2 grade field work.

I LOVE Tim and art.

I HATE flies.

I LOVE Emily's great attitude.

I HATE seasonal allergies.

I LOVE sunflowers on the side of the road...it's like Johnny Appleseed came by but scattered flowers instead of fruit.

I HATE cars that die (and back up cars that die on the same day).

I LOVE Popcorn. (That goes without saying.)

I HATE my new alarm clock/radio. (Seriously I'm a foot away and I can't read the numbers? What's up with that--plus it's 'new' technology is awfully staticy)

I LOVE the 'Wall-o-hangers' Mike installed for me. (He's handy like that.)

I HATE the unsportsman like attitude that pervades soccer games at Sierra's age.

I LOVE FALL!

I'm not gonna lie...I cried a little

when I dropped Ethan off at school today. How did I get to the point where my baby is off to school? I'm not gonna lie and say I'm not excited for this new chapter in my life. But like all good things, emotions pop to the top.

After school the convo went something like this.

Me: Hey Buddy how did it go?
Him: It was AWESOME! On long days I get 3 recesses and on short days I get 2.

Nothing like getting the important stuff out of the way first.

Me: So how did lunch go?
Him: AWESOME! We had two choices chili or Hawaiian Haystacks. I picked Hawaiian Haystacks. I know the recipe can we make it some times?

I know the recipe too and he's usually not too fond of it. LOL

Me: So it was a good day?
Him: Yeah I didn't even have to pull a card?
Me: Oh yeah?
Him: Yep I stayed on green the whole day but two kids had to pull cards. One got to orange. But you especially don't want to get black.
Me: Black huh, what happens then.
Him: *very serious* Well then you have to have a MEETING with the teacher and the principal and your PARENTS! *shock and horror*
Me: Well you better not get black then.
Him: I'm a good kid I'm going to stay on green.
Me: :)

Made me laugh because that was Emily's favorite thing to do as well. Each day she'd give me the discipline report...which kids got to which colors and what punishments.

First day is over...time to embrace the new journey.This picture is wrong on many technical levels...but it is so right in the levels of the heart.

Unions and Reunions...

First a union...I finally met my blog cousin. :)

I think Jana's kids and husband were as excited as I was to finally meet. Jana introduced me to Dave and we both said, yeah we're facebook friends. LOL And her kids even waved at me. Good thing we were in a public park and all, as you never really know what you might find from the blogging world. Amanda...if you are reading this, it's about time we met up too. Oh Lisa...you had to go and leave early for a wedding...whatever. LOL (Sorry I missed you.)



On to the REUNION...I made it to the 20 year. I like people...so I had a good time. I've dropped the grudge. And for the record, I've been a part of the ward choir for many years now.

The Ticket

As part of a deal to bury the hatchet on an old grudge, I bought a ticket to my 20 year high school reunion.

Huh...weird.

Why am I filled with self doubt? I think it's because I really kind of like carrying around a 20 year grudge. It's kind of comfortable and makes a good story. If I let go, I"ll have to come up with a new story.

So...how bout it...can you help with some titles for my new story?

Give it your best shot. :)