Tuesday, August 21, 2012

My Biggest Fear

So. . .

I have about five drafts I've started, thinking: "Oh, this is hilarious!" Only to type them out and realize, it was not funny. I have tried to bring hilarity to your lives, but if you remember from my first post, I am not funny. I try though, and have had a few people tell me they enjoy this blog, so I will continue. Watching my mom read "Who Wears Short Shorts?" was pretty epic. She laughed so hard she cried. That was on my bucket list, so I can die now. Just kidding. There are other things on my bucket list I need to do first. Like get the green jello with carrots pin from the 2002 Winter Olympics. Anyone know where I can get my hands on one of those babies?

What was my point? I guess it's taking me longer to get good material than I expected, but I will continue to try to put a smile on the face of anyone who wants some good, clean silliness.

Back to the Ranch, as my awesome junior high Spanish teacher, Mr. Harrop, would say. Maybe someday I will have to do a blog about him smacking his yardstick on his table (he broke chunks off several times, it eventually became a ruler), and the other crazy things he did. . .

Now, back to the ranch clase, for reals!

I am sick today.


So is Hubs.

Double Boo!!! Because now he can't take care of me.

I started feeling sick on Saturday, but, I had to go to church on Sunday, because I had Sharing Time.

If you don't know what "Sharing Time" is, I'll briefly explain. Every three months I give a twenty minute lesson to all the kids at my church, for the whole month.

Wow, that really was brief.

Well, today I thought about how it seems like whenever I'm sick on a Sunday, it's a day that I'm teaching Sharing Time.

Coincidence? Probably not. Can I share a secret with you? I'm sure I can, seeing how this is a public blog for anyone to read. You'll never tell right?

All right, here's my secret. You see, teaching Sharing Time terrifies me!

Okay, now that you've pulled yourself off of the floor from laughing at me, I'll continue.

I'm serious! Being up in front of ten (or so) kids and keep them attentive, engaged, (translation: quiet), and hopefully teach them something scares me to death. I mean think about it. There are ten of them and only one of me.

What if they realize this and revolt against me?!

After all the stressing, fretting, and sweating I do every week it's my month to teach, it's no wonder I get sick!

Now, if you'll excuse me, there is one more Sunday in this month, so I better start preparing for my next Lord of the Flies, I mean Sharing Time.

Right after I finish hyperventilating into this brown paper bag.

Friday, August 3, 2012


I'm Baaaack!

Did you miss me? (Insert British accent) We had a jolly good time on holiday in Utah. We attending many gatherings and events with family and acquaintances. (Back to American accent) So if you were anxiously awaiting a new post (ha ha, yeah right!), that's why I haven't written in a while.

Now, here is "Work."

One day, Hubs called to tell me he would be home early, but he was going to do some work at home. He asked if I could occupy the children so he could write some reports (no, he's not a student).

Of course, since I am a loving and supportive wife, I told him, "Of course I will continue to care for the children and keep them away so you can get your work done."

This is him "working."


When he woke up finished working, I told him at 9:30 that night, I would be needing to do some "work" myself, so could he please occupy himself and the children?

I didn't get to "work" until after 10:00.