Just thought I'd leave a quick picture-less post about my dear little 9th grade student "Julie" that you have already read about. Today in class she made yet another comment that made me giggle. Once again I asked her if I could share it on my blog, and told her that her code name is Julie. She feels kinda famous now. Anyway, we were doing an assignment in Excel where they have to know their height in inches. So I'm saying, "Five feet is sixty inches, so if you are 5.3" that's 63 inches." And I hear her say to the girl next to her, "Wait, so does a foot have 24 inches?" Oh my. I defend the school system all the time, and then? Ugh.
As if ANYONE ever reads my blog, but I thought I'd put an announcement here anyway. I even made a cute invitation. Click on it for details! I'd love to see you at my class!! Also, as a little anecdote, I asked my 9th grade student--lets call her "Julie"--if I could put a question she asked me on my blog, so all my friends could make fun of her. She said ok. Here's what she asked me in class yesterday, "Is Utah a state or a country? I always get that mixed up!" Ok, how is that possible?
No, it's not a baby. Not a squalling, wiggly, poopy baby. But a hot, sleek, gorgeous red car! Oh baby yeah! Trevor and I have been looking for a car for a while--we knew we wanted a Mazda 3 or better a Mazda 6, but we wanted it for under $10,000. So when we saw this one we snapped it right up! It's a 2003 Mazda 6, with only 27,000 miles on it! And we got it for $10,000! I don't know much about cars but sounds like a good deal to me! We bought it from a dealership that was awesome--I know, who knew dealerships could be awesome? So I recommend Henry Day Ford. Their salesmen aren't paid on commission so everything was straight forward. So yeah, this is Trevor's car, HE gets to drive it, and I'm feeling a little jealous! In other news, I'm back at school! (Why did I put an exclamation point there? It makes it sound like GOOD news...) I'm glad I went back though because things were falling apart and I needed to be there. But I have noticed that the three week haitus has given me a little pep back. Usually by 4th quarter I'm exhausted. But now I'm a lot more fun with the kids, and when I'm sarcastic, I'm back to more funny than meen. Of course, one of my students didn't agree. She's this really obnoxious 7th grader who asked me the first day I was back, "Do you HATE me Mrs. Rees?" And I'm like, what's your name again? But what I said was, "Hate you? You aren't important enough to hate. That would mean I'd have to THINK about you. And let me tell you, after May you'll never cross my mind again." She was so stunned by my response--which was delivered dripping with sarcasm--which to a junior high kid is like sugar--that it became clear I had her. She just thinks I'm awesome now. It's just that easy. Take that Keith Barton.
Kelly, Jill, and Lisa were warming me up to motherhood on Friday (or trying anyway) when we went to the Wild West Jordan park with their kids. I DID feel a little bad that I had no little ones to add to the pack but--shh! Don't tell my mother that! Anyway, it was really fun hanging out at the park with the girls! Times sure have changed from the old days when we'd run around the neighborhood with not a care in the world except which boy we had a crush on. And where are all those all-important boys now? Who the hell cares? Anyway, they do have such adorable children, and it gave me something new to post on my blog so, that's what really counts.
Today I took a big brave step. I stepped away from playing Sims 2 (which I played yesterday for HOURS) and actually started scrapbooking. I haven't done anything for this year yet. I got a little burned out after finishing last year's book. So today I scrapbooked a record number 14 pages! Yes, I spent 14 pages on Disneyland, but I had to! I had so many great pictures that I simply couldn't leave out! It was so wonderful getting the creative juices flowing again! And thanks to Nicki, who found me a free Disney kit from Britt-ish Designs, I was able to get through it in one day. Disney kits are nigh impossible to find, let me tell you. So I thought I'd post a couple of the pages, including the Star Trek Experience page. I thought it turned out pretty good, considering I squeezed everything onto one page and not a double layout.
Just in case any of you are sitting at home or work and thinking, "wow, Meg just had surgery. I hope she's ok. Oh, poor Megan. She's sitting home all day and not going to work. That must be so hard for her." Well, it's not. I like it!!! Ok, no, I'm sure in two weeks when I go back to work I'll be ready. Anyway, I went to the doctor yesterday, who shocked me by saying I can drive and start wearing a regular shoe. I've never been a particularly careful person, but it just feels WAY too soon. I put a shoe on yesterday and drove to Target to fill a perscription. But on the way I stopped at the gas station 'cause I was totally out. And that was enough to tell me I was NOT ready to walk around Target in a regular shoe. It just felt so weird to walk in a regular shoe and I was limping and didn't have enough support and it hurt. So I went back home and never made it to Target. I'm going to try again today, but I have a plan. This time I'm going to wear my shoe when I drive, but put my boot on when I get there. Brilliant, eh? So yeah, I'm doing better. I'm not quite so reliant on pain pills anymore, and I usually get through the night without waking up in pain. So that's good. I'm up more than I was, which I'm sure Trevor loves because the poor guy has been working long hours then coming home and tending to me. I really felt bad about it. I made him cookies yesterday. He cleaned the WHOLE kitchen! I was shocked! Trevor doesn't clean often but when he does, he does a much better job than me! Well, that's all. Sorry no picture. Oh wait! How about I take a picture of my incision! That would be awesome! Hold on a sec... I know it doesnt' look like much--only two stitches--but it's DEEP. So they haven't taken the suchers out yet, not until next Thursday, which means I STILL have to leave my right leg out of the tub. I hate that. But at least I can sponge bath it now. It's so gross. Amazing how such a small incision can cause such pain...
So Lisa reminded me in her comment that I haven't said much about moving. It's true that Trevor and I moved out of my mom's basement at the end of February. We realized that with his new job it would be a while before we could get a house, and after a year and a half at Mom's, we were ready to be on our own again. We'd paid off nearly all our debt and saved up some money, so why stay? We decided this on a Friday and found a place the next day. It's this old 50's house that's been renovated, and then another house was added on the back. So our landlords, who are our age and have one child and one on the way, live right behind us. It's kind of a strange setup, but its a cute little house and we are happy to be on our own again. Here are some pictures of it, and of our new couches (just ignore Delayna, who is being a squatter on our couch...) and our living room. Our kitty isn't particularly thrilled after the virtual cat-paradise known as Mom's backyard, but he's getting used to it.
Shh...I'm not supposed to be on my computer right now. So keep this hush hush. They told me to wait THREE DAYS before getting on my computer--hard to keep your foot elevated at the computer you know--but come on! Three days without updating my blog? PA-LEASE!! Ok, I can sacrifice hours of playing Sims 2, (though I swear that's why I got the surgery, so I could stay home and get paid to play Sims) but I'm not sacrificing the possible comments I might get from my friends! So I'm out of surgery as of yesterday. I spent the day at Mom's and Aundi's because Trevor couldn't miss work to be with me and I didn't want to be alone. But I'll be alone all day tomorrow--and I mean ALL day, since Trevor has to work a 13-hour shift tomorrow! So phone calls are always nice! My foot is STILL numb, but it's slowly coming out of it. I DO try to stay off of it as much as I can, but it can be really hard. I hate ordering Trevor around all the time, though Mom said that if it were HIM in my situation, he would have no problem ordering ME around. So true. He's such a baby sometimes. It's cute. (And annoying.) Anyway, here's a picture of me at the hospital right when I came out of surgery. I was still really groggy, and it felt AWESOME. When the wheeled me out I was like, "You're done already? You mean I have to wake up?" I was so bummed.