I am starting a list of my favorite games, those links are below. I don't really play games alot on the computer, but I am a teacher that catches kids playing games on computers when they should be doing their work. Before I force them to log out, I take note if it's a good game or not. The most popular game of late is a game called 'Kitty Cannon' which has you launch a cat through a series of traps. The end of the story is you end up with this mangled cat which the Jr. High kids think is cool, but The Bubs frowns upon.
The good news is we haven't had to purchase a car for a whole month. I should replace my throwup counter with that.
Ange took the boy to a jewlery party. Not because she does those kinds of parties, but her sister was hard up for some people to show. Lincoln decided to 'play' with the cat. He chased the poor cat around for nearly an hour. Toward the end, he gave the cat 'loves' and the cat responded by giving him these huge gouge marks on the top of his head, and the back of his neck. Needless to say, Link needs to not play with animals that have claws. One of his scratch marks looks infected... hopefully we don't end up in the hospital.
Also, I won this golf trip to St. George. I am taking Ange and John. Finally I get to pay John back for that Jazz game he took me to 10 years ago. John had already called a collection company, but lo, the debt will be paid. We get to play at some championship golf course which means I'll get to swing it quite a bit.
Parent Teacher Conferences next week, two days of talking to parents, one day off.
The end
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Sunday, February 18, 2007
...but suddenly a new contender has emerged.
I have been sick for the last few days. I toughed it out at school for two days so I wouldn't have to use the ever precious sick leave. It was difficult for the following reasons.
The faculty bathroom is a long walk away.
The bathroom close by is disgusting.
It is frustrating enough trying to teach systems of equations.
I had to miss Fish Sandwich Friday in the cafeteria due to me not wanting to eat anything.
The good news is I found out the front office has ginormous bottles of Advil, Tylenol and Tums. I guess they go through the Tums bottle once a week. I think it's Tums's fault for making the pills taste too much like candy.
Since I have been sick, I have just laid around for most of the weekend to date. I was going to see if Steve and Sharon needed help with their cabin, but I figured that they wouldn't consider me getting them sick helping.
I was feeling a little better today, so we decided to take a Sunday drive up one of the local canyons. We had a nice drive up Big Cottonwood, turned around and almost witnessed a rollover. I haven't ever really wanted to witness a rollover. As we rounded this one corner, there was a SUV on it's side with this guy barely crawing out the top door. Amazingly, the police were already there, so we didn't feel the need to stop.
We got toward the bottom of the canyon, and Ange wanted Lincoln to be able to stretch his legs a little. So we pulled off at this picnic area. It should be noted that Ange was the driver, and the Bubs was under the impression that Ange was going to pull into the parking space that was clear of snow and ice, and not proceed to the icy slope below. Ange had her eye on the bathroom because she apparently had to 'go'.
So we got stuck in the bottom of this picnic area. Our minivan was backed up against a dumpster and the back tires were on solid ground. This did us no good, because our minivan has front wheel drive, and those tires were on a thick sheet of ice. I'm sitting there thinking I'm a bigger idiot than the lady that shouted 'you're all winners'.
First we tried stuffing spare wood underneath tires. That was a no go. Then I put a huge piece of plastic that used to cover the dumpster under one of the tires. That didn't work either. Seemingly out of options, I tried to call someone. No service. After a long hike, still no service. I went back thinking I was going to have to hike down the canyon, call someone, and then be embarrased by the situation we were in.
Then I started thinking I wish I had some salt to melt the ice. That made me think about how they don't use salt in Idaho, but sand. Then I looked across the river and saw sand. I found a bucket, and this little play shovel Lincoln has. I was able to dig up a few bucketfulls of frozen sand and sprinkle them under the tires. Then I pushed the minivan and told Ange to hit it. To my amazement, the van got unstuck, and we were saved.
The moral of the story: I am a genius while simultaneously being an idiot.
Can'tstandya
The faculty bathroom is a long walk away.
The bathroom close by is disgusting.
It is frustrating enough trying to teach systems of equations.
I had to miss Fish Sandwich Friday in the cafeteria due to me not wanting to eat anything.
The good news is I found out the front office has ginormous bottles of Advil, Tylenol and Tums. I guess they go through the Tums bottle once a week. I think it's Tums's fault for making the pills taste too much like candy.
Since I have been sick, I have just laid around for most of the weekend to date. I was going to see if Steve and Sharon needed help with their cabin, but I figured that they wouldn't consider me getting them sick helping.
I was feeling a little better today, so we decided to take a Sunday drive up one of the local canyons. We had a nice drive up Big Cottonwood, turned around and almost witnessed a rollover. I haven't ever really wanted to witness a rollover. As we rounded this one corner, there was a SUV on it's side with this guy barely crawing out the top door. Amazingly, the police were already there, so we didn't feel the need to stop.
We got toward the bottom of the canyon, and Ange wanted Lincoln to be able to stretch his legs a little. So we pulled off at this picnic area. It should be noted that Ange was the driver, and the Bubs was under the impression that Ange was going to pull into the parking space that was clear of snow and ice, and not proceed to the icy slope below. Ange had her eye on the bathroom because she apparently had to 'go'.
So we got stuck in the bottom of this picnic area. Our minivan was backed up against a dumpster and the back tires were on solid ground. This did us no good, because our minivan has front wheel drive, and those tires were on a thick sheet of ice. I'm sitting there thinking I'm a bigger idiot than the lady that shouted 'you're all winners'.
First we tried stuffing spare wood underneath tires. That was a no go. Then I put a huge piece of plastic that used to cover the dumpster under one of the tires. That didn't work either. Seemingly out of options, I tried to call someone. No service. After a long hike, still no service. I went back thinking I was going to have to hike down the canyon, call someone, and then be embarrased by the situation we were in.
Then I started thinking I wish I had some salt to melt the ice. That made me think about how they don't use salt in Idaho, but sand. Then I looked across the river and saw sand. I found a bucket, and this little play shovel Lincoln has. I was able to dig up a few bucketfulls of frozen sand and sprinkle them under the tires. Then I pushed the minivan and told Ange to hit it. To my amazement, the van got unstuck, and we were saved.
The moral of the story: I am a genius while simultaneously being an idiot.
Can'tstandya
Friday, February 09, 2007
Ohhh the poopsmith he would talk...
Close to March Madness time. I, of course, have wasted countless hours trying to figure out if BYU is in or not. There is a pretty cool story of a bunch of writers doing the mock draft on ESPN.com. It mentions BYU a few times. Here is thier mock bracket.
So we were eating at Sweet Tomatoes today, which has turned into Ange's favorite restaurant, and is the one thing she seems to crave all the time.
Lincoln eats for free, and takes the place for all it's worth. He ate so much his belly was sticking out. I decided I'd get him down fromt he high chair when I smelt it...
So while Ange was finishing up, I took him out to the minivan to see about changing his diaper. I gave him a little time to finish up since he was grunting. By then, Ange had gotten there. I laid him down on the bench and opened up the diaper. Because his little bum was hanging over the edge of the bench, when I took the diaper off, there was no support from below. The diaper became rapidly unbalanced, and a huge 'Lincoln Log' started sliding off the diaper toward the floor of the van.
At this point, I had a decision to make. Do I let it splat on the floor, or do I be a hero and catch it?
I decided to save the day. A sickening sound announced the arrival of the load. I was not sure what I should do, so I just held on for dear life until the diaper was able once again to recieve the item in question. My hand cleans much easier than van carpets, so I think I made the correct decision.
Amazingly, while all this is going on, there is a guy waiting to park in the stall next to us. After I'm done with all my antics, he still decides to park there. Apparently we had it enough under control that he figured the risk of collateral damage to be minimal.
That will be all for now.
Strong Sad
So we were eating at Sweet Tomatoes today, which has turned into Ange's favorite restaurant, and is the one thing she seems to crave all the time.
Lincoln eats for free, and takes the place for all it's worth. He ate so much his belly was sticking out. I decided I'd get him down fromt he high chair when I smelt it...
So while Ange was finishing up, I took him out to the minivan to see about changing his diaper. I gave him a little time to finish up since he was grunting. By then, Ange had gotten there. I laid him down on the bench and opened up the diaper. Because his little bum was hanging over the edge of the bench, when I took the diaper off, there was no support from below. The diaper became rapidly unbalanced, and a huge 'Lincoln Log' started sliding off the diaper toward the floor of the van.
At this point, I had a decision to make. Do I let it splat on the floor, or do I be a hero and catch it?
I decided to save the day. A sickening sound announced the arrival of the load. I was not sure what I should do, so I just held on for dear life until the diaper was able once again to recieve the item in question. My hand cleans much easier than van carpets, so I think I made the correct decision.
Amazingly, while all this is going on, there is a guy waiting to park in the stall next to us. After I'm done with all my antics, he still decides to park there. Apparently we had it enough under control that he figured the risk of collateral damage to be minimal.
That will be all for now.
Strong Sad
Saturday, February 03, 2007
It's about time Bubs
I didn't want to change over to the Beta version of Blogger, but I got tired of being pestered, so here I am. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do now.
Link can now run. His favorite game is to be chased around. He has two 'safe' spots. The couch in the living room, and the mattress we have for him on his bedroom floor to try to teach him to sleep in a big boy bed. I frequently violate the safe spot rule... I hope Lincoln doesn't resent me for it.
In the spirite of the Blog of the Bubs, here is a list of thing Link will point at if asked:
10- the door
9 - The bathtub
8- Cheese
7- Sleepy Time Bear
6- The ball
5- The flag
4- The ducky
3- Lincoln
2- Mommy
1 - The light
His second favorite game is to put things in other things. His liking of this game has caused the need to sift through the garbage before throwing it out. I also have to check my shoes before putting them on.
In other news, we found out we are going to have a girl. At the risk of casting pearls before swine, we have decide we'll name her Ella. Needless to say, her middle name will not be Emma. Ella is the name of my great great grandma -- a story to be told to anyone who is interested. Ange is excited, because she always wanted to call her girl Ellie, but didn't want to name her Elenor.
In other news, I went to the BYU Air Force game, and it dominated. Now hopefully they don't lose today.
Bubba
Link can now run. His favorite game is to be chased around. He has two 'safe' spots. The couch in the living room, and the mattress we have for him on his bedroom floor to try to teach him to sleep in a big boy bed. I frequently violate the safe spot rule... I hope Lincoln doesn't resent me for it.
In the spirite of the Blog of the Bubs, here is a list of thing Link will point at if asked:
10- the door
9 - The bathtub
8- Cheese
7- Sleepy Time Bear
6- The ball
5- The flag
4- The ducky
3- Lincoln
2- Mommy
1 - The light
His second favorite game is to put things in other things. His liking of this game has caused the need to sift through the garbage before throwing it out. I also have to check my shoes before putting them on.
In other news, we found out we are going to have a girl. At the risk of casting pearls before swine, we have decide we'll name her Ella. Needless to say, her middle name will not be Emma. Ella is the name of my great great grandma -- a story to be told to anyone who is interested. Ange is excited, because she always wanted to call her girl Ellie, but didn't want to name her Elenor.
In other news, I went to the BYU Air Force game, and it dominated. Now hopefully they don't lose today.
Bubba
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