Alot of you have probably seen this on my facebook profile already, but in case you haven't here is my first video editing attempt.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
"Obama doesn't do drugs"
Back at the start of October I mentioned to Nathan that we had better hurry up and register to vote. Since the last election,I've gotten married,changed my name and moved. Nathan informed me that he had already looked in to it, and we had missed the deadline by just a few days. I felt terrible.
I had voted for John Kerry four years ago as a college student. I remember paying a little bit of attention to the debates and trying my best (at the time) to make what I thought was the right decision... I wish more people had agreed with my presidential pick. Oh well.
This election I watched every debate. If I missed it, I would watch it on youtube. I was one of those "undecideds". Initially I thought for sure I'd vote for the Democratic nominee (whoever that turned out to be). As the candidates were chosen, I felt sure I would be voting for "change [I] can believe in." As time passed however, my surety started to erode. I don't care to go into any detail about the reasons why, as I don't really care to hear anyone else's opinions or rebuttals on the matters.
Election day finally arrived. I was still bummed that I couldn't vote but I'd already gotten over most of the disappointment. However, as my students repeatedly asked me who I was voting for, I felt like a total fraud. Here I am, educating and setting the example for our country's future voters- and I'm not voting. I slyly maneuvered my way out of their interrogation by shifting the focus to who they would vote for.
I had the class close their eyes. Then by show of hands they indicated their choice for president. Obama won by a landslide. I did not reveal the results of our impromptu election. However we did discuss the pros and cons that each candidate had.
Pros for Obama: He is a nice guy. He cares about people. He doesn't do drugs. (???)
Cons for Obama: He is not a nice guy. He hangs out with evil people.
Pros for McCain: He cares about people. He is a nice guy. He is a hero.
Cons for McCain: He only cares about rich people. He wants to have a war forever.
(It was so interesting to hear how these 9 year olds digest the information they hear from their parents)
Well I ended our little discussion by threatening them. :) I pointed out to them that during our talk about pros and cons each of them prefaced their opinions by saying "Well I've heard that..." I told them that if I ever run into them when I'm an old lady and they are voting based on who their friends are voting for, I would whack them on the head. They enjoyed that. Not to mention, when I said the part about me being a little old lady they said "eww". I don't know how I feel about that.
Anyway I finally made it home. I turned on the t.v. Oprah was on. She was doing a pre-election special. The part that I saw featured several new citizens of the U.S. talking about what a tremendous feeling it was to be able to vote for the first time ever in their lives. It went on and on, and as it did I felt worse and worse about not being able to have a say in the election.
If there is one thing I've learned in life, it's that when you are feeling bad, work to see if you can change what is making you feel bad. So I got online and went to the county voter's registration site. Then I made a phone call to the office (only 20mins before they closed for the day.) I explained how I had voted in Travis county four years ago but that since then I lived in a different house with a new name. She informed me that all I had to do was take proof of my name change to the precinct I had voted in last time. What?? Are you telling me I CAN actually vote? I jumped in the car and went on my way. When I got there- an hour and a half before the polls were to close- they didn't even ask to see my name change documents. I was so glad that I had double checked my ability to vote!
And I'm pretty sure that the guy I voted for doesn't do drugs either. :)
I had voted for John Kerry four years ago as a college student. I remember paying a little bit of attention to the debates and trying my best (at the time) to make what I thought was the right decision... I wish more people had agreed with my presidential pick. Oh well.
This election I watched every debate. If I missed it, I would watch it on youtube. I was one of those "undecideds". Initially I thought for sure I'd vote for the Democratic nominee (whoever that turned out to be). As the candidates were chosen, I felt sure I would be voting for "change [I] can believe in." As time passed however, my surety started to erode. I don't care to go into any detail about the reasons why, as I don't really care to hear anyone else's opinions or rebuttals on the matters.
Election day finally arrived. I was still bummed that I couldn't vote but I'd already gotten over most of the disappointment. However, as my students repeatedly asked me who I was voting for, I felt like a total fraud. Here I am, educating and setting the example for our country's future voters- and I'm not voting. I slyly maneuvered my way out of their interrogation by shifting the focus to who they would vote for.
I had the class close their eyes. Then by show of hands they indicated their choice for president. Obama won by a landslide. I did not reveal the results of our impromptu election. However we did discuss the pros and cons that each candidate had.
Pros for Obama: He is a nice guy. He cares about people. He doesn't do drugs. (???)
Cons for Obama: He is not a nice guy. He hangs out with evil people.
Pros for McCain: He cares about people. He is a nice guy. He is a hero.
Cons for McCain: He only cares about rich people. He wants to have a war forever.
(It was so interesting to hear how these 9 year olds digest the information they hear from their parents)
Well I ended our little discussion by threatening them. :) I pointed out to them that during our talk about pros and cons each of them prefaced their opinions by saying "Well I've heard that..." I told them that if I ever run into them when I'm an old lady and they are voting based on who their friends are voting for, I would whack them on the head. They enjoyed that. Not to mention, when I said the part about me being a little old lady they said "eww". I don't know how I feel about that.
Anyway I finally made it home. I turned on the t.v. Oprah was on. She was doing a pre-election special. The part that I saw featured several new citizens of the U.S. talking about what a tremendous feeling it was to be able to vote for the first time ever in their lives. It went on and on, and as it did I felt worse and worse about not being able to have a say in the election.
If there is one thing I've learned in life, it's that when you are feeling bad, work to see if you can change what is making you feel bad. So I got online and went to the county voter's registration site. Then I made a phone call to the office (only 20mins before they closed for the day.) I explained how I had voted in Travis county four years ago but that since then I lived in a different house with a new name. She informed me that all I had to do was take proof of my name change to the precinct I had voted in last time. What?? Are you telling me I CAN actually vote? I jumped in the car and went on my way. When I got there- an hour and a half before the polls were to close- they didn't even ask to see my name change documents. I was so glad that I had double checked my ability to vote!
And I'm pretty sure that the guy I voted for doesn't do drugs either. :)
Sunday, November 2, 2008
More fun than you can shake a stick at!
I could've titled this post about a million ways; "the hooter hider and other phenomena" "the never ending scandal" "the bet" or "the trip of dreams". Those were just a few contenders.
Titles aside, it has been about a month since my reunion trip to Utah so I am now ready to write about it. Some background. Let's travel back in time to the summer of 2004. To my best girlfriends (Erin, Rebekah and Stephanie) and I, this would come to be known as the "summer of dreams". We were each in our final stretches of college at UT. Our biggest worries were what to wear out on a Friday night. Despite being involved in the social scene and having a lot to do, our best times were when it was just us, eating smores, cookies (insert assorted junk food here)and discussing the previous week's exploits.
The summer came to an end. Another semester started, our friendship grew. In a matter of months I got engaged, we each graduated and got moving on with life still keeping in touch. Erin and Stephanie moved to Utah, Rebekah to Virginia. Eventually Rebekah decided to serve a mission and got called to the Mesa AZ visitors center. And so for about 1.5-2 years communication between the four of us pretty much got cut down to emails, letters, facebook messages and occasional phone calls.
When Rebekah got off her mission she told me she thought she'd go to her mission reunion in Salt Lake at the beginning of October. A plan was hatched. I would go with her to Utah and the four of us would be REUNITED!
I was a little nervous after we got our flights. Reason being that Rebekah said this trip would determine if I would be a good travel buddy for future trips. :) I felt it went pretty well, aside from the fact that I kept abandoning her so that I could get in line in the proper number order.
Steph picked us up from the SLC airport around midnight. A lot of screaming and hugging ensued. It was good to see the chemistry was still there (can you say that about friends?) and we picked up where we left off. We met her baby, Bella, when we got to her house. So cute!
The next day the four of us (3 adults, 1 baby) headed down to meet up with Erin and her new baby,Sophie, at Cafe Rio. So I may have been the only one who wanted to go to Cafe Rio, but I figured since I paid all that money to fly up there, I might as well be able to eat some of that delicious tortilla soup. Though I had intentions of getting hundreds of pictures over the weekend, I only got a couple while at Cafe Rio and even some of these are donated from Rebekah.
The highlight was probably Saturday because that's when the four of us were able to spend the most time together. I think that when we all meet in the after life, it will be very much similar...minus the occasional scandalous conversation quips.
All in all it was fabulous. I even won a bet, the details of which could probably be it's own post. It's good to see everyone growing up. Steph and Erin are great moms. It is still weird to think that I have a friend who drives a mini-van... and enjoys it! :) Rebekah and I are moving on in the working world, contemplating what our next steps will be.
A few things I learned: Rebekah is a great travel buddy but does not like being abandoned in line. Babies eat a lot. There's a contraption called a "hooter hider"- i think that's weird. And finally, the "Reunion Trip" 2009 can't come soon enough!
Titles aside, it has been about a month since my reunion trip to Utah so I am now ready to write about it. Some background. Let's travel back in time to the summer of 2004. To my best girlfriends (Erin, Rebekah and Stephanie) and I, this would come to be known as the "summer of dreams". We were each in our final stretches of college at UT. Our biggest worries were what to wear out on a Friday night. Despite being involved in the social scene and having a lot to do, our best times were when it was just us, eating smores, cookies (insert assorted junk food here)and discussing the previous week's exploits.
The summer came to an end. Another semester started, our friendship grew. In a matter of months I got engaged, we each graduated and got moving on with life still keeping in touch. Erin and Stephanie moved to Utah, Rebekah to Virginia. Eventually Rebekah decided to serve a mission and got called to the Mesa AZ visitors center. And so for about 1.5-2 years communication between the four of us pretty much got cut down to emails, letters, facebook messages and occasional phone calls.
When Rebekah got off her mission she told me she thought she'd go to her mission reunion in Salt Lake at the beginning of October. A plan was hatched. I would go with her to Utah and the four of us would be REUNITED!
I was a little nervous after we got our flights. Reason being that Rebekah said this trip would determine if I would be a good travel buddy for future trips. :) I felt it went pretty well, aside from the fact that I kept abandoning her so that I could get in line in the proper number order.
Steph picked us up from the SLC airport around midnight. A lot of screaming and hugging ensued. It was good to see the chemistry was still there (can you say that about friends?) and we picked up where we left off. We met her baby, Bella, when we got to her house. So cute!
The next day the four of us (3 adults, 1 baby) headed down to meet up with Erin and her new baby,Sophie, at Cafe Rio. So I may have been the only one who wanted to go to Cafe Rio, but I figured since I paid all that money to fly up there, I might as well be able to eat some of that delicious tortilla soup. Though I had intentions of getting hundreds of pictures over the weekend, I only got a couple while at Cafe Rio and even some of these are donated from Rebekah.
The highlight was probably Saturday because that's when the four of us were able to spend the most time together. I think that when we all meet in the after life, it will be very much similar...minus the occasional scandalous conversation quips.
All in all it was fabulous. I even won a bet, the details of which could probably be it's own post. It's good to see everyone growing up. Steph and Erin are great moms. It is still weird to think that I have a friend who drives a mini-van... and enjoys it! :) Rebekah and I are moving on in the working world, contemplating what our next steps will be.
A few things I learned: Rebekah is a great travel buddy but does not like being abandoned in line. Babies eat a lot. There's a contraption called a "hooter hider"- i think that's weird. And finally, the "Reunion Trip" 2009 can't come soon enough!
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Things that have changed my life
I was just thinking of an experience I had recently that I feel has changed my life. It's probably too personal of an experience to go into a ton of detail here in the blog. Anyway it just got me to thinking about experiences that have changed my life. Here's a few in no particular order.
1. My dogs. I have written about these two, Kya and Pepper, before. I suppose I've always had a soft heart especially towards animals. However in our time as dog owners it has gotten to be almost ridiculous. Anytime I hear or see any news story or movie about dogs I only imagine my sweet dogs in their place. For example, a while ago Oprah did a show about puppy mills. I didn't see all of it, but every horrible story on the show about the cruelty to these animals in my mind was a story about cruelty to my dogs.
2. Third grade. I learned how to write in cursive, it was the first year I got a love note from a boy (which I tore up and threw away. I was into older men like Tom Cruise and Kevin Costner... don't judge.) and I began my many works as a writer, which still continue to this day. My teacher was amazing and aside from the curriculum, she taught me about being kind and fair to everyone. Now that I myself am teaching third grade, I feel some pressure to make my students' experience in my class as positive as my own was.
3. Clinique make up. When I was a junior in high school my Christmas present from my parents that year was a makeover (complete with the purchase of all the makeup and skin care products) from the Clinique counter at the mall. I had only ever gotten my make up at the grocery store. In fact I think my mom at that point probably only got her make up from the grocery store too. I felt so special to go to a department store and get pampered. It was a totally foreign experience, but one that I had envied other girls for having. I thought maybe we'd buy some lip gloss and call it good. I was SO excited (and shocked) when my mom said we would take all the products we had used. She said maybe we shouldn't mention to my dad how much we spent. Your secret is safe with me mom!
4. Family road trips/reunions. I always came back feeling like I was a survivor and if I could make it through those trips, I could make it through anything! (I'm only slightly exaggerating.) :)
5.Nathan. My husband has forever changed my life. I fell in love with him almost seven years ago. From him I have learned many things: a)Love is not just a word. b)If at first you don't succeed, try try again. The man pursued me for 3.5 years. The first time he asked me out I said no. I'm glad he didn't give up. c) If you ever break into an old Spanish mission that is "haunted", make sure there are no alarms throughout the building. If there are and you happen to set it off... RUN! d)A pizza cooked with the cardboard still underneath it is still edible and attains an "interesting" texture.
6.Eggs. I hate them. They hate me. I have never been able to enjoy a true breakfast taco because of them. They are gross. However I do appreciate how fluffy they make brownies and other assorted food items.
7. My girlfriends. I have been so blessed with great friends. Among the best are my girl friends. They have been with me through all levels of schooling and education. They have spiced up my life with our late night talks and confessions,shopping excursions and cross country trips. They have consoled me through heart ache. They have given thoughtful insight into the mind of boys and other perplexing phenomena, and we have celebrated many occasions and milestones together. They are awesome and I wouldn't be who I am without their friendship.
8.Prayer and revelation. This is the one I won't go into too much detail about. I suppose in everyone's life we must all go through our own Gethsemane. The funny thing is that you may have an experience that at the time you think is the hardest thing you've had to go through. Then a while later something else comes your way that made the first experience look like a cake walk. In the midst of one such struggle I questioned some particular points of my faith. It wasn't until about eight months later that I got the answer to my prayers on those particular matters. It came via a church broadcast intended for young single adults. A friend was telling me about the talk Elder Holland recently gave. I felt impressed to go online and watch it. It's message not only answered my queries but enabled me to feel the love of Heavenly Father in a way I never have before. That experience has changed my life in the profoundest of ways.
9. Austin,TX. The most wonderful city ever. If you don't know what I'm talking about, then you've never been. You should change that.
10. Growing up in the Rio Grande Valley. Obviously there are thousands of experiences that go under this heading. I feel like growing up in the valley is like being a member of a club. There are certain things about that place that cannot be explained,only those who have lived there can understand.
These are only a few and I've probably missed some big ones. If you know of any, let me know!
1. My dogs. I have written about these two, Kya and Pepper, before. I suppose I've always had a soft heart especially towards animals. However in our time as dog owners it has gotten to be almost ridiculous. Anytime I hear or see any news story or movie about dogs I only imagine my sweet dogs in their place. For example, a while ago Oprah did a show about puppy mills. I didn't see all of it, but every horrible story on the show about the cruelty to these animals in my mind was a story about cruelty to my dogs.
2. Third grade. I learned how to write in cursive, it was the first year I got a love note from a boy (which I tore up and threw away. I was into older men like Tom Cruise and Kevin Costner... don't judge.) and I began my many works as a writer, which still continue to this day. My teacher was amazing and aside from the curriculum, she taught me about being kind and fair to everyone. Now that I myself am teaching third grade, I feel some pressure to make my students' experience in my class as positive as my own was.
3. Clinique make up. When I was a junior in high school my Christmas present from my parents that year was a makeover (complete with the purchase of all the makeup and skin care products) from the Clinique counter at the mall. I had only ever gotten my make up at the grocery store. In fact I think my mom at that point probably only got her make up from the grocery store too. I felt so special to go to a department store and get pampered. It was a totally foreign experience, but one that I had envied other girls for having. I thought maybe we'd buy some lip gloss and call it good. I was SO excited (and shocked) when my mom said we would take all the products we had used. She said maybe we shouldn't mention to my dad how much we spent. Your secret is safe with me mom!
4. Family road trips/reunions. I always came back feeling like I was a survivor and if I could make it through those trips, I could make it through anything! (I'm only slightly exaggerating.) :)
5.Nathan. My husband has forever changed my life. I fell in love with him almost seven years ago. From him I have learned many things: a)Love is not just a word. b)If at first you don't succeed, try try again. The man pursued me for 3.5 years. The first time he asked me out I said no. I'm glad he didn't give up. c) If you ever break into an old Spanish mission that is "haunted", make sure there are no alarms throughout the building. If there are and you happen to set it off... RUN! d)A pizza cooked with the cardboard still underneath it is still edible and attains an "interesting" texture.
6.Eggs. I hate them. They hate me. I have never been able to enjoy a true breakfast taco because of them. They are gross. However I do appreciate how fluffy they make brownies and other assorted food items.
7. My girlfriends. I have been so blessed with great friends. Among the best are my girl friends. They have been with me through all levels of schooling and education. They have spiced up my life with our late night talks and confessions,shopping excursions and cross country trips. They have consoled me through heart ache. They have given thoughtful insight into the mind of boys and other perplexing phenomena, and we have celebrated many occasions and milestones together. They are awesome and I wouldn't be who I am without their friendship.
8.Prayer and revelation. This is the one I won't go into too much detail about. I suppose in everyone's life we must all go through our own Gethsemane. The funny thing is that you may have an experience that at the time you think is the hardest thing you've had to go through. Then a while later something else comes your way that made the first experience look like a cake walk. In the midst of one such struggle I questioned some particular points of my faith. It wasn't until about eight months later that I got the answer to my prayers on those particular matters. It came via a church broadcast intended for young single adults. A friend was telling me about the talk Elder Holland recently gave. I felt impressed to go online and watch it. It's message not only answered my queries but enabled me to feel the love of Heavenly Father in a way I never have before. That experience has changed my life in the profoundest of ways.
9. Austin,TX. The most wonderful city ever. If you don't know what I'm talking about, then you've never been. You should change that.
10. Growing up in the Rio Grande Valley. Obviously there are thousands of experiences that go under this heading. I feel like growing up in the valley is like being a member of a club. There are certain things about that place that cannot be explained,only those who have lived there can understand.
These are only a few and I've probably missed some big ones. If you know of any, let me know!
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Blue jean baby, L.A lady...
The title has nothing to do with this post, but it is the song currently stuck in my head. (There is a great scene in the movie Almost Famous with this song.)
So it's been a little while and my last real post was about a trip I'd been on. Same ol same ol I guess. I just recently got back from a trip to North Carolina where I'd been for a little over a week. It went down something like this. My brother Aaron, a N.C. resident, gave me a call. Can I fly there to help his wife Melissa with the kids while he goes to San Diego on business? I say sure. We set the dates and the ticket was purchased. I'd been to North Carolina just one other time before and I had really enjoyed it. So naturally I wanted Nathan to go with me too. Turns out that a pretty big client of his is based in N.C. so not only is he able to join me for part of the trip, but he's able to schedule a visit to said client and fly out on his company's dollar!
In short, I had a great time! It was so much fun to get to know my niece and nephews better. Tyler is super busy so I didn't see as much of him. Grace is a precocious little bundle of energy and HUMOR. There was one night before she had to go to bed where she was sitting next to me on the couch making the funniest faces and then laughing like crazy after she did so. This in turn made me laugh. A real laugh too where it hurt my stomach.
Noah is the fastest one year old child I've ever known. He can climb anything in about 2 seconds. His favorite word is "off" but it can also mean on. He has a lot to say but sadly, he doesn't have real words down just yet (other than off like I said). He's a cutie!
Writing about the whole trip could take up quite a while so I'll share some
- Pretend birthday parties with Grace. Good times!
-Playing Rockband!!
-Listening to Grace sing "Roxanne" and "Wanted Dead or Alive" because she'd heard it so much on the afore mentioned Rockband.
- Having the car battery die on us on 2 occasions in parking lots. I took it all in stride since I used to have a car that gave me problems all the time. Anyone out there remember "One eyed Jack"? He was a good car while he lasted.
-Kernal Kustard... vanilla with raspberries.AMAZING.
-Seeing how far I could go without getting car sick while Aaron was driving :)
-Melissa's birthday party: There are a few notables here. Margaret(Melissa's mom) made a wonderful Sunday lunch for us. Delicious. Also, Grace took a nasty tumble down the stairs. There were 2 groups. Those who actually saw it and nearly had a heart attack. And those of us who did not see it, but nearly had a heart attack based on the reaction of those who actually did see it. Luckily Grace escaped with only a bruise. It could have been much worse.
-Trips to Boone and Tweetsie. The trip to Boone was nice because Nathan was there for that part and it was nice to be in a cute little town like that.
Tweetsie was a trip that my parents were there for. It is a small, western themed amusement park. We got to ride on a real steam train,take the kids on rides and
look for "gold"!
There were a lot of other great parts. Needless to say I had a great time. Thanks Aaron and Melissa for making it work! If you want to see the full collection of my pictures click on these links:
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2501059&l=d9909&id=7904112
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2501001&l=e9fde&id=7904112
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Minnesota
Well, I guess I did say that I would write more about our trip to Minnesota. I'll keep it brief though.
We arrived on a Saturday. After getting a car we were headed off to a graduation party for one of Nathan's cousins. They live in this little town. We figured out how to get to the town but we weren't sure how to get to the house specifically. Nathan called his mom to find out. She literally said that there would be signs leading us there. We were baffled. "Oh really. There'll be signs saying this way to the party throughout the town?" She said yes. We were shocked to find that she wasn't pulling our leg. I bet if we ever had to send a letter to those members in the family we could just put their name and the name of the town and the letter would still get to the right place. Crazy.
Anyway it was freezing that first day. I had not envisioned that I would be shivering during my summer vacation but that's what happened. After the party was over we headed up to Grandma Joanne's cabin by the lake. We didn't get there until 9 p.m but it was still light outside... weird. I forgot that little detail about living up north.
The rest of the week went by like a blur. Luckily the weather warmed up nicely so we spent most of our days outside. We went on boat rides, swam, skiied, played volleyball,bar-b-qued,rode on 4 wheelers and relaxed in the hot tub. All in all we had a GREAT time with the family. Each night we sat by the fire on our camping chairs (or a swing if we got there in time) and enjoyed smores and the surroundings we were in.
Three cheers for Minnesota!
We arrived on a Saturday. After getting a car we were headed off to a graduation party for one of Nathan's cousins. They live in this little town. We figured out how to get to the town but we weren't sure how to get to the house specifically. Nathan called his mom to find out. She literally said that there would be signs leading us there. We were baffled. "Oh really. There'll be signs saying this way to the party throughout the town?" She said yes. We were shocked to find that she wasn't pulling our leg. I bet if we ever had to send a letter to those members in the family we could just put their name and the name of the town and the letter would still get to the right place. Crazy.
Anyway it was freezing that first day. I had not envisioned that I would be shivering during my summer vacation but that's what happened. After the party was over we headed up to Grandma Joanne's cabin by the lake. We didn't get there until 9 p.m but it was still light outside... weird. I forgot that little detail about living up north.
The rest of the week went by like a blur. Luckily the weather warmed up nicely so we spent most of our days outside. We went on boat rides, swam, skiied, played volleyball,bar-b-qued,rode on 4 wheelers and relaxed in the hot tub. All in all we had a GREAT time with the family. Each night we sat by the fire on our camping chairs (or a swing if we got there in time) and enjoyed smores and the surroundings we were in.
Three cheers for Minnesota!
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
A vacation from my vacation
Life is finally back to normal! Nathan and I just spent about 10 days in Minnesota for a family reunion on Nathan's side of the family. We spent practically every day in the lake, whether it was swimming or going out on the boat. Nathan water skiied and tried his hand and wake boarding too. The videos below are short but pretty much sum up his wake boarding experiences.
Anyway here is a link to look at some of the pictures from the trip. I'll write more later when I've got time.
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2483522&l=efdfd&id=7904112
Anyway here is a link to look at some of the pictures from the trip. I'll write more later when I've got time.
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2483522&l=efdfd&id=7904112
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
We're just that cool
As mentioned in a previous post, I decided to go rock climbing again. It was a pleasant surprise that there weren't too many people there, as Saturdays usually yield quite a few rock climbers at the green belt.
Nathan had arranged for us to meet up with a co-worker,Brian, and his fiance,Carissa. Carissa had never rock climbed before and said that she doesn't really like trying new things when other people are watching. I guess she felt pretty comfortable with us because just after Brian and I had gone up she decided to also. As she was up a handful of men with cameras emerged onto the scene. Turns out they are in a photography club and had come to the greenbelt for some shots. They asked if they could take a few pictures of us while we climbed. Of course we obliged.
I really love having pictures of Nathan and I but it is hard to remember to pull the camera out or to have it on me at all! Not long after the photographers arrived some of our friends from church joined us along with 2 of their friends. So what started out as a minimal group of people cheering Carissa on turned into what seemed like a walk on the red carpet. She did great though and got all the way to the top.
Nathan helped out all of us beginners by being the belayer (I don't know how to spell it but it's the person who is controlling the rope from the ground) and coach. He was very patient and helpful. I felt bad that he didn't get to climb much himself but he said that his back was acting up anyway.
So here are a few picutures that our "paparrazi" emailed to us.
Nathan and I
Carissa
Brian
Me again. Well..it IS my blog.
Nathan had arranged for us to meet up with a co-worker,Brian, and his fiance,Carissa. Carissa had never rock climbed before and said that she doesn't really like trying new things when other people are watching. I guess she felt pretty comfortable with us because just after Brian and I had gone up she decided to also. As she was up a handful of men with cameras emerged onto the scene. Turns out they are in a photography club and had come to the greenbelt for some shots. They asked if they could take a few pictures of us while we climbed. Of course we obliged.
I really love having pictures of Nathan and I but it is hard to remember to pull the camera out or to have it on me at all! Not long after the photographers arrived some of our friends from church joined us along with 2 of their friends. So what started out as a minimal group of people cheering Carissa on turned into what seemed like a walk on the red carpet. She did great though and got all the way to the top.
Nathan helped out all of us beginners by being the belayer (I don't know how to spell it but it's the person who is controlling the rope from the ground) and coach. He was very patient and helpful. I felt bad that he didn't get to climb much himself but he said that his back was acting up anyway.
So here are a few picutures that our "paparrazi" emailed to us.
Nathan and I
Carissa
Brian
Me again. Well..it IS my blog.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
The power of a Compliment
I just recently read a post of a friend's blog wherein he talked about some really nice compliments he'd received lately. It got me thinking about the power of a compliment and why exactly does it have any power at all?
Some compliments make you happy but maybe you don't put a lot of stock into. For example when my first graders tell me that I'm the best teacher in the world. It's very nice but 1) they're in first grade, how many teachers have they really had? 2) At their age memories don't last too long. Unfortunately by the end of this summer some may not even remember my name.
I think other comliments gain power the more you hear them. I've never really thought anything special about my laugh but over the years as I've met new people on a more regular basis I've been complimented on my laugh. The first time I thought, "that was a nice thing for them to say" but now that I have heard it more often from people I feel I have a duty to share my laughter with the world.... just kidding. :) No nothing that dramatic. But at least I feel way less self conscious about laughing. I love to do it so much. It is nice to have a bit more confidence in doing so. I mean, if I would have been compared to a hyena on as many occassions my joy in laughter would have been squelched and I in turn would become an empty shell of a woman.
Some of the best compliments of all are those you receive in regards to something you are unsure of yourself in. I frequently worry about my cooking, as I don't think I'm a good cook. Therefore when my cooking is given a compliment it carries extra power because it makes me think, "wow, there really is hope for me!" Just this Saturday I went rock climbing with Nathan. I can count the number of times I've done that on one hand. It's not something I'm great at. So when he told me how awesome I'd done and how quickly I'd gotten up to the top... I didn't believe him. But he persisted and so now- I think I'll go rock climbing again.
I think we should make a concerted effort to give at least one compliment to someone everyday. It will get easier with time and it will work wonders on you and the person getting the compliment!
Some compliments make you happy but maybe you don't put a lot of stock into. For example when my first graders tell me that I'm the best teacher in the world. It's very nice but 1) they're in first grade, how many teachers have they really had? 2) At their age memories don't last too long. Unfortunately by the end of this summer some may not even remember my name.
I think other comliments gain power the more you hear them. I've never really thought anything special about my laugh but over the years as I've met new people on a more regular basis I've been complimented on my laugh. The first time I thought, "that was a nice thing for them to say" but now that I have heard it more often from people I feel I have a duty to share my laughter with the world.... just kidding. :) No nothing that dramatic. But at least I feel way less self conscious about laughing. I love to do it so much. It is nice to have a bit more confidence in doing so. I mean, if I would have been compared to a hyena on as many occassions my joy in laughter would have been squelched and I in turn would become an empty shell of a woman.
Some of the best compliments of all are those you receive in regards to something you are unsure of yourself in. I frequently worry about my cooking, as I don't think I'm a good cook. Therefore when my cooking is given a compliment it carries extra power because it makes me think, "wow, there really is hope for me!" Just this Saturday I went rock climbing with Nathan. I can count the number of times I've done that on one hand. It's not something I'm great at. So when he told me how awesome I'd done and how quickly I'd gotten up to the top... I didn't believe him. But he persisted and so now- I think I'll go rock climbing again.
I think we should make a concerted effort to give at least one compliment to someone everyday. It will get easier with time and it will work wonders on you and the person getting the compliment!
I quit!
As the title of my post suggests I recently quit something... my job. And I'm not just talking about the summer break. I will not be returning to the school in August. Do I have another job lined up? No. Is it scary? Not yet anyway.
I guess it was just too bad for me that I started my teaching career probably at the best school in the country. In my humble opinion. It was academically challenging for the students, obviously a challenge for me as a teacher but that would be the case anywhere simply by virtue of the job. The staff was supportive, the parents were involved and made the teachers feel awesome and I felt like my work as a professional was valued and important.
After moving back to Austin from SLC the quest for a new school began. I knew that I'd been spoiled but surely I could find a place somewhat comparable. I'll spare you the gory details of my 2007/2008 school year. In summary, the first week or so left me utterly drained and dreading the next day. At the beginning of the year, an email from a former student at the "fantastic school" stating that it wasn't the same without me, in a better situation would have made me smile with sweet memories. However it made me cry over what I had left behind and it was the first time that I EVER missed living in Utah.
As the year progressed my class and I made huge strides and were able to have fun together on occassion. But it just wasn't the same. In short the end of the school year concluded "not with a bang, but a whimper." The kids were picked up by their parents and went on their way. I had decided a while back that I wasn't going to be returning but I went ahead and gave the official word to my boss on that day. She said I had until the end of June to be sure about it so not to make any hasty decisions. I thought that was a nice offer and part of me thought, "Gosh, is this the right decision?"
The answer to that question came as I drove away from the school for the last time. I heard Dr. King's words in my mind "Free at last, free at last thank God Almighty [I'm] free at last!"
It's true that the students I taught this year were more of a challenge than the previous year. I guess where most of the hardship came was, not from the students, but the lack of support I felt from the school I was at. There wasn't really a system to look to or to lean on. So yes, I do have a place in my heart for the students from this class...just maybe not for the school.
I guess it was just too bad for me that I started my teaching career probably at the best school in the country. In my humble opinion. It was academically challenging for the students, obviously a challenge for me as a teacher but that would be the case anywhere simply by virtue of the job. The staff was supportive, the parents were involved and made the teachers feel awesome and I felt like my work as a professional was valued and important.
After moving back to Austin from SLC the quest for a new school began. I knew that I'd been spoiled but surely I could find a place somewhat comparable. I'll spare you the gory details of my 2007/2008 school year. In summary, the first week or so left me utterly drained and dreading the next day. At the beginning of the year, an email from a former student at the "fantastic school" stating that it wasn't the same without me, in a better situation would have made me smile with sweet memories. However it made me cry over what I had left behind and it was the first time that I EVER missed living in Utah.
As the year progressed my class and I made huge strides and were able to have fun together on occassion. But it just wasn't the same. In short the end of the school year concluded "not with a bang, but a whimper." The kids were picked up by their parents and went on their way. I had decided a while back that I wasn't going to be returning but I went ahead and gave the official word to my boss on that day. She said I had until the end of June to be sure about it so not to make any hasty decisions. I thought that was a nice offer and part of me thought, "Gosh, is this the right decision?"
The answer to that question came as I drove away from the school for the last time. I heard Dr. King's words in my mind "Free at last, free at last thank God Almighty [I'm] free at last!"
It's true that the students I taught this year were more of a challenge than the previous year. I guess where most of the hardship came was, not from the students, but the lack of support I felt from the school I was at. There wasn't really a system to look to or to lean on. So yes, I do have a place in my heart for the students from this class...just maybe not for the school.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
A Post from Nathan
So Janae and I went to Corpus Christi Friday for the Beach to Bay Relay Marathon. Originally we were going to be leaving around 5:30 PM, but around 2:30 I called Janae with some good news, I was coming home early. She of course thought it was great but did not ask how I was able to get work off early. So I told her. You see, whilst eating a wonderful bowl of ramen noodles at work, I plopped down on a chair that possesed a leaning capability. After two bites, I wanted relax a little bit more and began to lean back. That is when the chair decided to give out and throw me back. Well, it did not really throw me back, but it startled me enough to flip my bowl full of ramen right into my lap. I was eating lunch with a co-worker, and we both stared at each other in shock. He ran and told another co-worker, Curtis, so Curtis came running up to stare and laugh. My boss, Billy, heard about it and joined in on the fun. I said I had to go home because one, I smelled like Ramen, and two, it looked like I had peed on myself.
Anyways, we got to Corpus and met up with my parents and had dinner at Joe's Crap Shack, and it actually wasn't Crappy this time (Yes I know it is callled Joe's Crab Shack). Then we met up with the rest of our team to discuss logistics. By this time, it was about 10:00 PM. The team members were myself, my Dad, David and Christy Francis, David's sister Beth, and Beth's husband Justin. It ended up that my Dad and I were going to run the last two legs, so we got to sleep in until 8:00 AM while most of the other team got up at 4:00 AM. Janae's sister,Shayla, was there running in another team, and somehow Janae got picked to babysit one of Shayla's teammates babies that morning.So she had to get up at 6:20 AM. She was nice enough not to wake me up. I like my sleep.
Before we left, my dad, mom, and I wanted to figure out how our team was doing, so we called David (who was going to run the fourth leg). By this time, it was 8:30 AM, and I woke David up. Good thing I called, because later we found out that he was actually about 10 minutes late to the relay station, and Justin just had to sit there and wait for him. My mom and I dropped my dad off with plenty of time to spare. I decided that I was hungry and needed to get something to eat. We went to a gas station, and I saw a lovely banana nut muffin that looked enticing. I thought to myself, "this could be good." Now, I would also like to mention that I typically do not run or exercise in the morning. I have been doing that right after work, before I have anything to eat. So my mom and I go to my starting area where I would be picking up the baton from my dad, and we decide we need to go to the bathroom. Porta-potties were there with lines that were about 20 minutes long. I sat there drinking water and eating my muffin. It was about that point that my stomach began to feel upset. In the back of my mind I began to think that maybe the muffin idea wasn't the best one I had had that morning. I stopped eating it, but the damage was done.
By the time my dad got to me, my stomach was twisting and turning, I felt like I had to go to the bathroom again, and I was suppose to run 4.37 miles. Not a good combination. The first half mile or so was ok, but after that it was all down hill. I was fighting back nausea with every step, but I was too stubborn to stop and throw up. I just kept on going in misery. It was an easy route to run, but I have never felt as bad running as I did then. Oh wait, there was once. I had eaten two hot dogs with jalepenos and left right afterward to run. I did a 7 minute mile, then I walked home. But this time, I couldn't stop and walk home, I was in a race. So anyways, I finished the race, crossed the finish line, loooked up and saw Janae, walked toward her, then procceeded to throw up my muffin.
I had never felt better. I tried to do it discreetly, but that is kind of hard when there are hundreds of people around. I didn't hear any one say anything though... Maybe I got away with it. But anyways, here is the moral of the story. Stay away from gas station banana nut muffins before running a race. Second lesson, if you feel like you need to throw up, just stop and do it. You'll feel better afterwards and probably be able to run faster. Right after the race my mom and dad were driving to come pick us up, and they were about to pass us, so I began to run and chase them down... And I felt great.
Anyways, we got to Corpus and met up with my parents and had dinner at Joe's Crap Shack, and it actually wasn't Crappy this time (Yes I know it is callled Joe's Crab Shack). Then we met up with the rest of our team to discuss logistics. By this time, it was about 10:00 PM. The team members were myself, my Dad, David and Christy Francis, David's sister Beth, and Beth's husband Justin. It ended up that my Dad and I were going to run the last two legs, so we got to sleep in until 8:00 AM while most of the other team got up at 4:00 AM. Janae's sister,Shayla, was there running in another team, and somehow Janae got picked to babysit one of Shayla's teammates babies that morning.So she had to get up at 6:20 AM. She was nice enough not to wake me up. I like my sleep.
Before we left, my dad, mom, and I wanted to figure out how our team was doing, so we called David (who was going to run the fourth leg). By this time, it was 8:30 AM, and I woke David up. Good thing I called, because later we found out that he was actually about 10 minutes late to the relay station, and Justin just had to sit there and wait for him. My mom and I dropped my dad off with plenty of time to spare. I decided that I was hungry and needed to get something to eat. We went to a gas station, and I saw a lovely banana nut muffin that looked enticing. I thought to myself, "this could be good." Now, I would also like to mention that I typically do not run or exercise in the morning. I have been doing that right after work, before I have anything to eat. So my mom and I go to my starting area where I would be picking up the baton from my dad, and we decide we need to go to the bathroom. Porta-potties were there with lines that were about 20 minutes long. I sat there drinking water and eating my muffin. It was about that point that my stomach began to feel upset. In the back of my mind I began to think that maybe the muffin idea wasn't the best one I had had that morning. I stopped eating it, but the damage was done.
By the time my dad got to me, my stomach was twisting and turning, I felt like I had to go to the bathroom again, and I was suppose to run 4.37 miles. Not a good combination. The first half mile or so was ok, but after that it was all down hill. I was fighting back nausea with every step, but I was too stubborn to stop and throw up. I just kept on going in misery. It was an easy route to run, but I have never felt as bad running as I did then. Oh wait, there was once. I had eaten two hot dogs with jalepenos and left right afterward to run. I did a 7 minute mile, then I walked home. But this time, I couldn't stop and walk home, I was in a race. So anyways, I finished the race, crossed the finish line, loooked up and saw Janae, walked toward her, then procceeded to throw up my muffin.
I had never felt better. I tried to do it discreetly, but that is kind of hard when there are hundreds of people around. I didn't hear any one say anything though... Maybe I got away with it. But anyways, here is the moral of the story. Stay away from gas station banana nut muffins before running a race. Second lesson, if you feel like you need to throw up, just stop and do it. You'll feel better afterwards and probably be able to run faster. Right after the race my mom and dad were driving to come pick us up, and they were about to pass us, so I began to run and chase them down... And I felt great.
Friday, May 9, 2008
I've been tagged
Well my friend Christy tagged me to do some task. I'm not too sure what it is but here goes. (I hope you're happy Christy, I don't do this for just anyone!)
Pick up the nearest book (one with at least 123 pages)
Open to page 123
Find the 5th Sentence
Post the next 3 sentences
Tag 5 people
"He cleared his throat. 'I am here, as i'm sure you know, because of Albus Dumbledore's will.' Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at one another."
Since I'm in the living room and my current reads are in my room, the last installment of Harry Potter on the coffee table will have to do. As for tagging 5 people, well I don't know if 5 people read my blog. But ok just for fun.
Aaron, Melissa, Shayla,Erin and Jodi.
Speaking of books, last week I read a WONDERFUL book called Marley and Me by John Grogan. It's so enjoyable, probably a bit more so if you are a dog owner or just dog lover. By chapter 4 I had already laughed out loud and, yes, cried. There's just something about dogs.
I've always liked them but I never thought I'd be the owner of not 1 but 2 Huskies. I have my husband to thank for that. Nathan had wanted a dog his whole life so when we were married he figured enough was enough. I was alright with the idea, I just didn't want to be living in an apartment (as we were) when we got a dog. Well long story short, to avoid a divorce (ever had one of those? :) we got our first dog, Kya.
She was spunky and had/has a will of her own. She's very smart and super sweet, but not very cuddly. Seeing that we had a new dog that I wasn't totally comfortable with yet Nathan thought it would be a great idea to go to California for a long weekend. We'd had Kya for about a week. It was a disaster. I thought she was purposely disobedient. As if she knew she was making my life hellish. She nipped at me and found every way to avoid getting her harness and leash on.
I called Nathan, in tears, telling him that he must not love me to leave me with such a mean dog. The very next day on a night time walk around our complex, Kya got something in her mouth. It made a horrible sound and she kept pawing at her mouth. I couldn't get my fingers into her mouth without her biting me. I was afraid that something really awful had happened to her and that she was on the brink of death. I rushed her to the late night animal hospital. The vet assertively opened Kya's mouth reached in and pulled out.... a small stick. It had gotten lodged in her very back teeth. So much for the brink of death. I had gotten so worried though. I called Nathan when we got back home. Again, in tears. I was so afraid that we were going to lose her. I realized then that I loved her. How had that happened? She could be such a pain in the rear. But there was no going back now.
Fast forward about a year. As Nathan's birthday approached I started thinking more and more about his seemingly incessant comments about getting another dog. I thought that eventually when we had kids, it would be nice for Kya to have a play mate. That way when we were just a bit too busy to play with her, it would be comforting to know she wouldn't feel totally lonely. For his birthday I gave him a card with a picture of a husky puppy on it. 3 months later Pepper joined us.
Aside from being gentle and sweet, the two are opposites. As a puppy Kya had no problem in her crate. Pepper kept Nathan up all night the first night with her whining. Kya was quite large when we got her, Pepper about 3 times smaller. Pepper loves to cuddle, follows either Nathan or I around most of the time. She's also a heavy breather. We always know when she's getting closer. It's either her, or some perv. We're always happy when it turns out that it's the former not the latter :)
So after 2 years of being dog owners, fur all over the place, a backyard of land mines, chewed up wood work in the house and dog food and vet bills worked into the budget.. we couldn't be happier! Here's to you Kya and Pepper. You certainly keep us entertained!
Pick up the nearest book (one with at least 123 pages)
Open to page 123
Find the 5th Sentence
Post the next 3 sentences
Tag 5 people
"He cleared his throat. 'I am here, as i'm sure you know, because of Albus Dumbledore's will.' Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at one another."
Since I'm in the living room and my current reads are in my room, the last installment of Harry Potter on the coffee table will have to do. As for tagging 5 people, well I don't know if 5 people read my blog. But ok just for fun.
Aaron, Melissa, Shayla,Erin and Jodi.
Speaking of books, last week I read a WONDERFUL book called Marley and Me by John Grogan. It's so enjoyable, probably a bit more so if you are a dog owner or just dog lover. By chapter 4 I had already laughed out loud and, yes, cried. There's just something about dogs.
I've always liked them but I never thought I'd be the owner of not 1 but 2 Huskies. I have my husband to thank for that. Nathan had wanted a dog his whole life so when we were married he figured enough was enough. I was alright with the idea, I just didn't want to be living in an apartment (as we were) when we got a dog. Well long story short, to avoid a divorce (ever had one of those? :) we got our first dog, Kya.
She was spunky and had/has a will of her own. She's very smart and super sweet, but not very cuddly. Seeing that we had a new dog that I wasn't totally comfortable with yet Nathan thought it would be a great idea to go to California for a long weekend. We'd had Kya for about a week. It was a disaster. I thought she was purposely disobedient. As if she knew she was making my life hellish. She nipped at me and found every way to avoid getting her harness and leash on.
I called Nathan, in tears, telling him that he must not love me to leave me with such a mean dog. The very next day on a night time walk around our complex, Kya got something in her mouth. It made a horrible sound and she kept pawing at her mouth. I couldn't get my fingers into her mouth without her biting me. I was afraid that something really awful had happened to her and that she was on the brink of death. I rushed her to the late night animal hospital. The vet assertively opened Kya's mouth reached in and pulled out.... a small stick. It had gotten lodged in her very back teeth. So much for the brink of death. I had gotten so worried though. I called Nathan when we got back home. Again, in tears. I was so afraid that we were going to lose her. I realized then that I loved her. How had that happened? She could be such a pain in the rear. But there was no going back now.
Fast forward about a year. As Nathan's birthday approached I started thinking more and more about his seemingly incessant comments about getting another dog. I thought that eventually when we had kids, it would be nice for Kya to have a play mate. That way when we were just a bit too busy to play with her, it would be comforting to know she wouldn't feel totally lonely. For his birthday I gave him a card with a picture of a husky puppy on it. 3 months later Pepper joined us.
Aside from being gentle and sweet, the two are opposites. As a puppy Kya had no problem in her crate. Pepper kept Nathan up all night the first night with her whining. Kya was quite large when we got her, Pepper about 3 times smaller. Pepper loves to cuddle, follows either Nathan or I around most of the time. She's also a heavy breather. We always know when she's getting closer. It's either her, or some perv. We're always happy when it turns out that it's the former not the latter :)
So after 2 years of being dog owners, fur all over the place, a backyard of land mines, chewed up wood work in the house and dog food and vet bills worked into the budget.. we couldn't be happier! Here's to you Kya and Pepper. You certainly keep us entertained!
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Grandma
Last Wednesday my paternal grandmother died. She was the last grandparent I had here. Even though we knew it was coming and she was ready, it still seemed to catch me off guard... if that makes any sense.
I started to think about her and my other grandparents. It sort of dawned on me that I woudln't be going to "grandma's house" anymore and all the memories associated with that. So in honor of my 2 sets of grandparents, now happily residing in the great beyond, a few memories and thanks.
Bread and jam in milk. I never liked it- kind of makes me happy that you did though.
Gifts at Christmas. Practically the most anticipated mail delivery of the year.
Picking raspberries in the yard.
BYU football fanatic... I still don't get it.
Thanks for the accomodations on our summer vacations.
Thanks for not grossing out when I threw up in your living room after a bad car ride to your house.
Thanks for not punishing me for blowing the horn downstairs.
I think turning the exercise trampoline into a bed for me was a stroke of genius!
Thanks for the money sent at birthdays and snuck into travel coolers on vacation.
And thanks for the warm hugs, warm cookies and warm homes you had for us to visit.
Till we meet again!
I started to think about her and my other grandparents. It sort of dawned on me that I woudln't be going to "grandma's house" anymore and all the memories associated with that. So in honor of my 2 sets of grandparents, now happily residing in the great beyond, a few memories and thanks.
Bread and jam in milk. I never liked it- kind of makes me happy that you did though.
Gifts at Christmas. Practically the most anticipated mail delivery of the year.
Picking raspberries in the yard.
BYU football fanatic... I still don't get it.
Thanks for the accomodations on our summer vacations.
Thanks for not grossing out when I threw up in your living room after a bad car ride to your house.
Thanks for not punishing me for blowing the horn downstairs.
I think turning the exercise trampoline into a bed for me was a stroke of genius!
Thanks for the money sent at birthdays and snuck into travel coolers on vacation.
And thanks for the warm hugs, warm cookies and warm homes you had for us to visit.
Till we meet again!
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Oh hubby my hubby
This is a thank you note to my wonderful, awesome husband. His name is Nathan and even though that rhymes with Satan he's a really good guy. :)
Yesterday I had a visit to the doctor after which I felt EXHAUSTED and in general horrible. (I'm not pregnant by the way) I came home and fell asleep for quite some time. The previous night I had told Nathan how much the clutter in the house was bothering me. That kind of stuff really stresses me out. We made a plan that Monday night we would work together and get this joint looking great! So when he came home he was ready to work.... but I obviously was not. A lesser man would have thanked his lucky stars and promptly begin to play his new Wii. Not Nathan, he mowed the lawn, cleaned a good deal of the house AND made dinner. I am so lucky!
Yesterday I had a visit to the doctor after which I felt EXHAUSTED and in general horrible. (I'm not pregnant by the way) I came home and fell asleep for quite some time. The previous night I had told Nathan how much the clutter in the house was bothering me. That kind of stuff really stresses me out. We made a plan that Monday night we would work together and get this joint looking great! So when he came home he was ready to work.... but I obviously was not. A lesser man would have thanked his lucky stars and promptly begin to play his new Wii. Not Nathan, he mowed the lawn, cleaned a good deal of the house AND made dinner. I am so lucky!
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Pilot
I was talking with a good friend today about how I had started a blog a while ago, but I didn't think there was anything that entertaining about us. On second thought, I think Nathan and I are two crazy cats so get ready for some good times!
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