BYU Basketball

Once again, we killed the UofU in a game. Once again, it was a close game. Between the football game and this basketball game, BYU athletics is bound to give me an ulcer.

what could be better?

It has been my experience that there are fewer things more comforting in life than a girls night and a hot plate of brownies. you can't trade in good roommates.
(well, unless it's for a husband....and even then, he better be just as fun as natalie and kristy)

New Year's Resolutions

I hate it when people make new year's resolutions to go to the gym more. They steal all the good treadmills.

my new diet

As previously posted, I ate an 11oz steak on Saturday night. When I stepped on the scale at the gym this morning, I was pleasantly surprised to see that I lost 1.5 lbs since saturday morning. I've decided that eating steak should be my new diet.

Maybe next time I'll even get the 16oz steak so I can lose a full 2 lbs.

Ward Choir

Leave it to me to completely butcher and ruin a beautiful hymn like "Come Thou Fount." I don't know why I even try. I should leave my singing talents to the privacy of my car and shower.

*Disclaimer - It was a really difficult rendition.

Don't You Dare!

Last night, a group of us went to Sandy to eat at Texas Roadhouse (now my favorite steakhouse). One of the guys in the group, lets just call him "Mike" (because that's his name), thought he could egg me on to eat an entire 16oz steak. I told him I'd do it if he paid for it. He didn't seem to keen on this idea, understandably so...it was pretty pricey. Come on, Mike, if you are going to dare me, you gotta back it up. :)

We settled on an 11oz steak. You can imagine his surprise when I was able to pack it all in; steak, sides and all.

Congrats, Bre, you have officially proven yourself to be a pig.

*If any of you are bored tomorrow at 5am, you can join me at the gym. :)

Quotes of the Day

My students say things the most random things. Case in point:

Student: "I wish I could always be six years old so I could be in kindergarten forever!"
(So sweet!)

SAME STUDENT! : "Hmmmm...what color is your puke?"
Teacher: "Um, maybe we shouldn't talk about this at lunch..."


Really, truly, kids say the darnest things.

darn you, NBC, darn you

Is anyone else sick and tired of the writers' strike? I'm craving new Office episodes. I mean, it's been two months. Come on, already!

I've been trying to fulfill my needs by playing "addicted to the office" trivia on facebook, but it's just not doing it for me. (I've almost come to terms with the fact I'll never catch up to Denny Pitta's score. Apparently now that football season is over, he has an abundant amount of time on his hands.)

But my short comings on trivia is besides the point. I need a good jim/pam romance. I need more awkward michael scott and more stanley facial expressions. I even need more dwight/angela painful encounters. I need to see that Karen moves on to a better looking guy than jim. (jim played her hard. She deserves better).

Wow, I'm almost as pathetic as the writers' attempt to get more money.

you got me trippin, stumbling, flipping, fumbling. So clumsy...

Why is that I can flirt with any guy who is half my size, but when it's actually a guy I like, I feel like I have super glue in my mouth and I act like a complete idiot?

With this epiphany, I realized I am doomed to marry someone short.

dang it.

back at work

After a wonderful 2 week vacation, I was so excited to come back and see my students. I really did miss them! It's always unpredictable when you are working with kindergarteners, especially ones who are autistic.

Today was spaghetti day. A favorite of my students, a headache of the teachers. One of my students complained of a tummy ache. My aide ran to get a trash can. Right then, another student chimed in, "I don't think I'm feeling very well." Looking over, we see that he had already thrown up ALL OVER HIMSELF!" Yeah...I'm pretty sure he wasn't feeling well.

It's our first day back and already two kids got sent home with the flu. What a great way to start the new year.