Family Bonding

In my most recent dream, my whole family (minus the brother-in-law,sorry Cam) entered the neighbor's house without permission.  We were on a hunt for a special bottle of Mod Podge my sister needed for a craft project.  I realized after I woke up that I've had dreams before in which the fam broke into this same neighbor's house.  The only difference this time was that the neighbors were actually in the house when we snuck inside.  We felt a little silly when we found them in the kitchen.  Luckily, they were glad to have visitors and provided the Mod Podge for all of Andrea's crafting needs.  Soon, the conversation turned to gardening and the mom was asking me if I planted a garden while I lived in Utah since they have much nicer weather there.  After explaining that I'm really not the gardener type, we left.  Through the window.  Sure enough, a whole biker gang was walking up to the house and gave us some interesting looks as they saw how we executed our exit. 

That Had to Hurt

I don't blog about all my dreams; mostly just the ones that I can remember plenty of details from.  This morning I was telling my dream to my roomies and one of them said, "You better go post that on your blog." I explained that I didn't really think it was blog-worthy, but she told me that I better post it anyway. So I am.

I dreamed that I was at the lake and we went cliff jumping.  One girl jumped off a super high cliff and landed wrong.  She ended up with a bruise alllllll the way up her thigh.  It was super nasty.  The end.

See. I told you it wasn't really blog-worthy.  So I'll try to spice this up a little bit by telling you about my weekend that inspired the bruise dream.

Yesterday, I woke up at 5:30am.  Yesterday was a Saturday.  That's what time I wake up all week long.  I was very much regretting this decision as soon as my alarm went off.  It was totally worth it, though.  Plus, I didn't get any bruises, just some sore muscles.

I jumped into my swimsuit and headed off to the lake.  We started the day off with wake boarding.  Best to do that before the water gets to choppy.  Still, the water was too choppy.  Not that it mattered to me anyway, since I couldn't even get all the way up on the board.  Close, but no cigar.  Whatever that means.  I'm pretty sure that next time I go, I'll look more like this guy:

Next, we busted out a three-man tube.  Apparently the tube-making-people want their tubes to be safe now.  Where's the fun in that?  We were going speedy quick and flying over tons of bumps, but I didn't get thrown off once.  All I got was a sore bottom from sitting in that thing.

Later, we went cliff jumping.  I was told that I had to jump so I could tell my third graders about it on Monday.  I did jump, but I don't really think that I'm going to go tell a bunch of 8-year-olds that it's a good idea to jump off the side of a cliff and hope you don't hit any rocks on the way down.

As soon as I got home, I took a three hour nap. And that was my day.

??????

Okay. I just woke up from quite a dream.  I was either on a cruise ship or in a fancy hotel with my friends.  I'm guessing it was a hotel, though, since our living quarters were very spacious, as was the bathroom.  My friends were kind of doing their own thing and I was getting pretty annoyed by them.  I decided to take a shower, but it took forever to get it started since I had difficulties with locking the doors and getting the lights to stay on in there. One cool thing about this bathroom was that it made you custom shampoo and conditioner right then and there and sealed it in a bag for you.  I started washing my hair when I heard men's voices in the other room. I started to worry, especially since I wasn't sure if the bathroom doors were locked or not.  Sure enough, two men barged in the bathroom and I hid behind the shower curtain.  They asked if I knew anything about the disappearance of some diamond.  I replied that it was useless for them to search for that diamond since it was not valuable at all.  They were very shocked by this info and didn't know whether or not to believe me.  Next, my role in the dream changed and my character transformed into some guy like Mr. Rogers.  He has sitting on a park bench while his marionette cat ran up and down the bench.  The end.

Anniversary

Today marks the one year anniversary of my first traffic ticket.  I made it 10 whole years without any tickets at all and then some Payson cop had to go and ruin it for me.  Now I have one more year of driving (semi)cautiously before I can get pulled over again without it going on my record.  In honor of this anniversary, I will share with you something I learned in traffic school.  It's not the most useful information, but it is information.

So, you know how construction barriers have slanted orange lines on them?  Did you also know that those orange lines are telling you which way to go?  Well, they are.  Maybe this photo will help you see what I'm talking about: 

Photo made possible by:

 the endless construction surrounding my school

and my awesome MS paint skills.

A Peek Inside My Classroom

There are plenty of things inside my classroom, but these are the things that I love the most:

(I probably should have cropped a few of these to make them look better,

but you're just going to have to deal with them the way they are.)

 My new owl decals that I just added to the wall today.

The super cute "J" that Heather made for me to hang outside the door. 

 My new computer! It's so big and sleek and pretty.

Diploma of Everything.  Don't you all wish you could say you had one of these?

Well, you can if you buy the book It's Not My Fault I Know Everything. Shh! Don't Tell! 

 I've been lucky to have a projector for 3 years now,

but this is the first year that it is mounted to the ceiling and I love it.

No more students walking in front of it to see their shadows on the screen. 

Another "J." This one was made out of crayons by a former student.

I'm going to either have to marry someone with the same last initial or stay a 

spinster my whole life so I can keep all my "J" stuff. 

That's it.  Tomorrow is the first day of school.  I hope that I'm ready!

Note to Self

If you have a nightmare and your roommate is the person in said nightmare who you are afraid of, you probably shouldn't tell her about it once you wake up.

I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils...

Almost every year, I have a nightmare before school starts about the children that will be in my new class.  Luckily, I haven't had one of those (yet).  However, I have had 2 dreams about school.  Each of them only involved me and some other teachers.  In the one that I had last night, a coworker presented me with a big box of pencils that had been donated to my classroom.  I was more than thrilled about this wonderful gift, until she revealed the catch.  They were all #3 pencils, so I'd have to shave off the number 3 on each one.  Wouldn't want any children wigging out about the wrong pencil, like DJ Tanner did in the episode where she took the SAT test (and her burrito was talking).  Actually, I wouldn't care what number they were, as long as they were already sharpened.  One year, I did receive number 2.5 pencils in my class.  Kind of strange, but they worked just fine. :)