Kid Crazy...

Deep down I think that I have always harbored a secret dream of being a teacher. This coming from all of the fabulous teachers that I have learned from and cared about over the years. Yesterday I had the opportunity to go with my sister and help her out with her orchestra class on a field trip. Here is what I learned. Elementary school kids are Insane, they are never quiet, rarely do exactly as they are asked, and like to go to the bathroom...alot. After a 15 minute busride in which I most often heard "Ouch, he's pulling at me!" "When will we be there" "This is boring", we entered a local highschool to experience some Classical music. The theme for the concert was Marches. Consisting of The Wedding March from A Midsummers Nights Dream by Mehndelsson, The Indiana Jones Theme by John Williams, and various and sundry other musical selections. They were excellently put together and performed by the Utah Symphony. During this concert the children never quit talking, never quit squirming, and had to go to the bathroom every 5 minutes. I could, in fact, tell you exactly how many steps there are between the seat I was in and the restroom at this particular highschool. Which is 475, going and coming combined. Well, As we returned the rambuncious children to their regular schedule back at the school I thought to my self, there goes another dream. Two down, Tons to go. I wouldn't be able to teach, I do not have the patience. So I commend all the other teachers out there who have not yet gone insane! Brava! Til Next Time!

Techno Nuts...

I love Technology. All kinds of technology, from laptop computers, mp3 players, ipods, and phones. I love getting new technology. Shiny new things, with new capabilities. :) However, I'm learning that being an adult means that you can't have EVERYTHING that you want. Which includes but is not limited to new Ipods. Even when yours breaks. My ipod is fritzing on my, and is soon going to die. I'll shed a tear or two, I'm sure. However, I will hold out, I will not buy another ipod for at least 5 months. It'll be good for me. I'll probably go through withdrawls. But like I said, Being an adult is making smart financial decisions even when you don't want to. But I'm still quirky, still confusing, and more than a little zany.

Boy Crazy...

So, in highschool and just after i was boy crazy. I flirted, I dated, I kissed, A lot. But now, being in a stable, wonderful relationship, I see just just how crazy I was. You don't find the person you want to spend your life with by being a flirt. You do it by genuinely being interested in other people. And thats how i met the person I want to marry. By being interested in who they were, not just that they would flirt. And let me tell you, I have never been so happy that I did. The Funny thing is, He went to school with me. He was a cutie back then but a little bit geeky. He hung out in the computer lab during lunch, and took all the computer classes. I didn't really know him back then, just of him. and truth be told, back then, he never would have been my type. And then, 8 months ago, we met again. He's Still Hot, Still a little geeky, And i am totally in love with him. And all because I didn't flirt, I listened and got to know the man behind the computer. I guess you never know what your type is, or how your life is going to end up, or who you are going to end up with. Now my little sister is 16. Old enough to date, old enough to like boys, Old enough not to listen to her older sister. I look at her, and i remember being wild, crazy, and insane at her age. When you're 16 the world seems SO small and you feel so old. She's nothing like me though, so I guess that I can feel comfortable that she won't be QUITE so Boy Crazy as me.

Past week in review...

So this past week I became a wedding cake decorator. Another thing to add to my list right? It really wasn't as hard as I had expected, but itwasn't easy either. Of course, it was a cupcake wedding cake. Now you think, Oh cupcakes! Easy! NO! lol I made almost 300 cupcakes and had to decorate, by decorate i mean ice, Every one and garnish them with chocolate, pecans, and pirolines... Kill me now. To ice the cupcakes i had to squeeze icing the consistency of hardened concrete through a very narrow opening. Which sounds like i was giving birth. I now want to vomit at the sight of a cupcake...which kind of kills my dream of opening a baked goods shoppe. HA! I wouldn't be able to handle it. lol My hands are KILLING me today. Pchow! (it was supposed to be a shotgun noise) one dream down, several to go. Maybe someday I'll figure out what i want to do with my life. :) Til then, I'm just a quirky/confusing woman!

P.s. Pictures of my cake are forthcoming!