Here's one for you!

So school starts 2 weeks from today and I decided to go to my school and start organizing, cleaning and setting stuff up. I did not get dressed up for the occasion because I was going to be moving around and working hard so I was wearing jeans and had pulled my hair up in a ponytail. Lo and behold, registration was happening today! Not a big deal, I was not a part of it so I was not worried about how I looked. Well, I left my classroom in search of the secretary with a list of questions to ask her. I went into the main office and swung the door open to find at least a dozen students there helping with registration. I took one step into the room and a girl asked me, "What grade are you in?". I was completely caught off guard and put my hand up and said, "I am a teacher!" I can't even describe the faces I saw but I can tell you about the whispers I heard. From one, "She's a teacher?" Another, "What is she teaching?" And finally, "I heard there are 2 new P.E. teachers this year." I did not know whether to laugh or cringe. School has not even started yet and the students have mistaken me for being one of them. Should I be concerned whether or not they will take me seriously? I don't know. But I do know I will not wear my hair in a ponytail to school and next time I am going to tell them what I am teaching and do some recruiting for my class! =)

Too cute!

So we were happily sitting around our table, the couch, enjoying a lovely meal tonight. Abby was somehow sitting between both sides of the sectional (which now face each other) and decided she wanted to lay down. Dad's foot could have posed a problem for her comfort but she made it work-check it out!

Construction Zone!

Okay, so I don't know if I have much to say about this one. I will just let you look at the pictures! Ta-Da! It is the kitchen! Wow! At this point it is at the phase where it gets worse (or bare) before it gets better. Actually it isn't that bad. You can see we have a little work station in one corner (that picture was taken from the closet under the stairs) and we proudly admit we have cooked at home a couple times this past week. The ceiling with all the pipes is what I took while sitting on the couch in the family room. All of those pipes are the upstairs plumbing. With the pipes exposed, it sounds like Niagara Falls when someone is taking a shower. It's almost relaxing-you know people pay big money for machines to make running water noises-it is not necessary for us! =) Today "the boys" (aka constructon workers) put up 2 more walls, that is what you are seeing in the middle of the family room. I saw it and said, "I thought we were getting more space, not losing it!". Mom said, "I like how they built themselves a storage room to keep all their tools!". Dad said, "I think it makes a great fifth bedroom!". Truth be told, the original wall they are removing is low bearing so in order to prevent the second floor from caving in, they put in "support walls" so they can remove the original wall and install the beam. The beam alone is supposed to support the second floor. You may wonder how a beam can support what two walls has to hold up. I don't know the answer to that one but what I will say is the contractor knows what he's doing! We will gladly live with some extra framing as long as the upstairs never becomes the downstairs! So I guess I had more to say about this than I originally planned!

The best water you will ever drink . . .

is at the Hill family ranch in Daniels, ID! A couple weekends ago we went up to Malad to help Grandma Hill with yardwork. We spent one afternoon at the ranch mowing the lawns (Dad did the mowing) and watering them (I give Dad as well as Aunt Renae props for the watering and weeding as well!). Don't get me wrong, I did help too. I got the extra chair, set up the sprinkler and read . . . anyways, it was lots of fun to visit the ranch. It is so beautiful up there I couldn't help but snap some pictures. One of them is even the spot where dad proposed to mom at the hay derrick (which is no longer standing but that doesn't matter, we know the general vicinity!)! Precious! Since it is year #30 for them, it is always fun to reminisce! So about that drink of water. Before we turned the water pump off, Dad turned the hose on so we could all take a swig, he told me it was going to be the best drink I ever had in my life. I must say, it was refreshing, amazing and delicious! Nothing beats perfectly chilled water fresh from a well. (From what I hear that is fresher than some bottled waters I have had!) Yum! So next time you're at the ranch, grab the hose and take a gulp, I promise you will love it!

Greetings from LA

I went and saw Great Grandpa and Grandma and Aunt Linda on Wednesday -- it was so fun to see them all again and they say hello to everyone!


PS - Last Saturday was Grandma and Grandpa's 74th anniversary! Isn't that awesome?!