The Blimey Truth

I'm always going to quit teaching once or twice a year. I walk into my Principal's office and exclaim, "I quit. I'm through, I don't care anymore and THEY don't pay me enough." She smiles hands me some chocolate tells me to have a seat and says back, "You don't really mean that. Tell me what happened." These quitting episodes always seem to coincide with Parent Teacher Conferences, the beginning of the Legislative sessions and the darkest part of winter and my nastiest cold of the year.
Usually it's because I told some parent what was up with their child and they didn't want to hear it...so I become the bad guy.

My problem is I tend to tell the truth. Un-sugar coated. Black and white with a how do you like that. My up front approach with my take it or leave it attitude gets me in trouble quite a bit. Apparently people aren't used to it. They're used to sweet little teachers who play nice. I've tried over the years to scale back and not be up front. Can't do it. It just doesn't come naturally to me. I call a spade a spade. One thing is for sure...you know where you stand with me, no games. I've learned it's how I am and so I must deal with the fall out.

I wonder though, "If you didn't want to know my opinion, Why did you ask in the first place?"

So...what kind of occupation should I have gone into where people need the Blimey Truth?

My Valentine!

Saturday morning I woke up to roses on the computer desk next to my bed. I really couldn't ask for anything more. Lynn also brought balloons and Symphony candy bars to the kids. Before getting all mushy you should know he calls these sorts of days, "Stupid pagan holidays!" He thinks he should be able to give his wife roses without being compelled to do so because somebody somewhere says he should. Sorry to break it to him... this one's a Catholic holiday. :)

I'm soooo glad he is my Valentine and rides to my rescue more often than not. My washing machine gave up the ghost and wouldn't drain. Lynn took it apart and got it to drain. THEN it was leaking water... he stopped the leaks. THEN the motor seized up and I began to cry. I had piles of dirty laundry and no tax return with which to buy a new washer. Lynn took it apart again, tinkered with the motor, put it back together and now it works like new. I now have 8 loads of laundry sorted and waiting for their turn and a washer that works.

THANKS! I LOVE YOU LYNNY! We've been together 16 years... Here's to many more!

Financial Stability

We're working on financial stability. Learning to live on a teacher's salary has been a challenge for us this last year and a half. Our income was cut by more than half. Luckily I finished my Master's degree and "came into the money". If you can call it that... We've been liquidating Lynn's "assets". We sold our '76 rusty, baby blue horse trailer and are onto the tool trailer next. I'm sad about the tool trailer because I was hoping to make it into my camping supply trailer. I guess I'll get over it. Lynn tells me we can get a camp trailer after vet school. I'm getting too old to sleep on the ground anyway. I hear Lynn all the way from Logan yelling, "I didn't say THAT!" I take liberties with what he says. Being that I've never gotten to quit teaching school after birthing twins and all... :)


I'm also working on financing the house under my name and my salary. It's amazing to me I finally make enough money to qualify all by myself. The appraiser came on Monday to look at the house for the new mortgage. Lynn was teasing him we needed it to come in at half a million. hee hee


They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Man I must be almost as tough as Wonder Woman these days!

btw these are old pictures I had on my computer I thought you might enjoy. Lynn in his typical pose. Elise reading and the first snow of the season.

I am not having the best of camera luck!!

So I took a bunch of pictures and my camera card crashed! So you only get to read what we have been up to... no pictures!

Our Mr. B has been one busy boy. He was in the Spelling Bee at school. He placed in the top 3 in his class and got to be in the school wide Spelling Bee. He finished 3 rounds before misspelling a word he knows. He says his nerves finally got to him. Never mind that all his former teachers, the principal, Mrs. K and his mom were all in tears at this momentous occasion. Speaking publicly is ONE HUMONGOUS step for Brayden, let alone in a competition. None of us could believe he did it. Usually he throws the competition in his class or refuses to participate.

He earned his Tenderfoot in Scouts...and the Cub Scouts finally got around to awarding him his Arrow of Light...7 months late. He was a bit of a stinker about it. He let everyone know he already had his Tenderfoot. The leaders had to hold his ceremony too...I was at parent teacher conferences and just couldn't get the chatty parents out of my room. I made it in the nick of time. Both sets of grandparents were there to cheer him on. I tell him all the time what a spoiled boy he is. Growing up, I only had a grandma on one side who always seemed to be on shift at the hospital and a cranky old grandpa on the other side. He gets smothered in love on all sides. Honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way.

I have a "friend" or I guess you could say "computer fix it guy", or "techno slave" at school who will be playing with my camera card. All of my photos of my students reading with our adopted grandmas and grandpas at the retirement home are on my card. If we get it fixed, pictures will come your way.

New Year's Resolutions...

Well, Honestly...
I'd like to tell y'all I'd set some. Like updating my blog each week, or losing some weight, or I dunno reading my scriptures for an hour each day, or something cool but ummm...

NOPE didn't make any this year. Well, I take that back...I guess I sorta did...

My plan is to get through one day at a time with a smile on my face. I figure at this juncture in my life, one day at a time is all y'alls are gonna get!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Santa Kevy Spud

Abby and Elise had Polar Express Day at School. OF COURSE SANTA NEEDED to visit. At first we asked Grandpa FLoyd to come be Santa. He had an appointment he couldn't miss and couldn't play Santa... So, we begged Lynn's little brother Kevin to come play the part. He was a little hesitant. He didn't want any little kids sitting on his lap. Kevy didn't want to feel like a pedophile. Luckily, he only had to walk to each of the classes and say, "HO, HO, HO," and pass out candy canes. He had a little trouble exiting the school when a first grade class spotted him and gave chase.

THANKS AGAIN UNCLE KEVY SPUD!

George Lucas

Brayden dressed as George Lucas for the 6th Grade Wax Museum Day.



He had to read biographies on George Lucas and write a report about him. He did a great job. He LOVES anything Star Wars and Indiana Jones... so follows George Lucas.