Friday, September 19, 2008

Punctuality is for suckers.

School starts at 7:55, but I'm supposed to be here by 7:30. Yeah right. I've been shuffling in at about 7:45 since I started at PHS, and for the most part I've gotten away with it. (I was in a portable, and I have a sneaking suspision that nobody would have noticed if I didn't even show up.) Except that this year, I'm struggling to get here before the tardy bell. You know - the one that I pretend is such a big deal when I'm docking my students' attendance grades? It's pretty embarrassing when 35 kids are standing in the hallway at 7:52, waiting for their hypocrite teacher to come unlock her door. When questioned by students in the past, I've been known to lie about morning meetings, making copies, etc.

This morning, I worked so so hard to get here on time. I pulled in at 7:35, and I'm totally proud of myself. Because in my deluded mind, that's 20 minutes early.

What's wrong with me?

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Getting There


Before you get too excited, this is not a post about the Olsen twins' classic Salt Lake olympics road trip movie. But I'll post a picture of that magical moment in cinematic history anyway.





I'm here to boast about the latest accomplishment in my semi-finished basement. We have walls. It will be at least a year before we have cabinets, carpet, or furniture down there... but it's exciting to at least have some rooms. First and foremeost: The Billiard Room.

Yes, that's what I will call it. Eventually this ginormous family room will house a projector, the computer, and I'm envisioning a play kitchen or something in the corner for the wee ones.

Then we have the two bedrooms. The first one is bigger to accomodate a queen bed. Check out the killer double-closet! Finally... somewhere clean to store all our winter gear.

And here's a crappy picture of the other bedroom. This one will have cool built-in shelves for toys and whatnot. (We're thinking this will be the official "play room" for many years to come.)


And last but not least, the bano.

I shudder to think about teenage girls having to share this Barbie Dream House sized bathroom... but oh well. Who knows? Maybe we still won't have it finished by then; bathrooms are freakin' expensive. Talk about a money pit!



Not to be confused with the original Money Pit. Only in this case, I'm serious about using the word "classic". Come on... Tom Hanks singing "banana nana fo fana" while stuck chest-deep in a rug in a hole in the floor? Priceless.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Jacob Blaine Carter

I stole these pictures from Laurel's blog, since I'm an idiot and didn't take any pictures yesterday. Anyhoo - my big sister Alicia had her little boy early yesterday morning and he is perfect! I wasn't weirded out being at the hospital (being due in 3 1/2 months myself) until Markelle mentioned it... thanks :)

Blaine, Alicia, and Jake.

And how cute is my mom with her two grandkids?