Father's Day!

Since I'll be away this Father's Day, I've enlisted the Tanner girls to help me sing this special song for my dad:

http://youtu.be/M3pqb7lbw8E?t=1m35s

I also wrote this limmerick poem:

There once was a father named Rob
Who did a fantastic job
of raising his kids
and opening lids
and making grilled corn on the cob.

Love you Dad!

Bear With Me

I am not going to beat around the bush here. I am in love with cinnamon bears.



They couldn't be any more perfect. Unless someone took this awesome idea and made the World's Largest Cinnamon Bear. 5 pounds of pure perfection? I'd be all over that.

The toughest part about my cinnamon bear obsession is that they are soooo hard to find. I know this problem isn't only isolated to Arizona because I once spent a big chunk of my time in Oceanside, CA running into grocery stores and gas stations in search of my bear friends.

So, I was beyond elated this week when my sister sent me a text letting me know that they were in stock at one of the local Walmarts. I drove across town and bought myself 6 bags. I would have bought more, but I didn't have a shopping cart to help me carry them.

All of this cinnamon bear excitement lead to another dream. This dream has a history, though. Way, way back when I was in my early teens, I went camping with my family and our cousins. We played a game. The name of it escapes me, but the category was "Famous Bears." We all began to shout out any bears we could think of and then someone yelled, "Cinnamon Bears!" We found this quite comical and then had a long debate over whether or not they were actually "famous." It doesn't really seem all that funny as I type it out, but trust me, it was. We still laugh about it to this day.

So in my dream, I was playing a game. It was my turn and I picked a card out of the box. I was shocked beyond belief when I looked at answer #5. It's on there! They really are famous bears! This game confirms it!


I must give some credit to this poorly designed site for helping me think of a few extra bears to add to the card I imagined in my dream. I am not really sure what the purpose of such a site would be other than to help me with this post. Maybe she had a lot of extra time on her hands (Like I do right now as I'm waiting to pick up my friend from the airport now that her flight has been delayed 1.5 hours).

Toaster Oven

I had a dream that I was at my grandparent's house in their kitchen. A bunch of people from my ward showed up as I was cooking pancakes. Since I was only making a few, I thought that it would be a better idea to cook them in the toaster oven. I stuck them in there and started talking to my friends. Before I knew it, the toaster oven was smoking like crazy. I had no idea what could have gone wrong, so I wasn't sure how to solve the problem. I cautiously unplugged it and the smoke died down enough for me to see inside. My pancakes had grown as much as the Grinch's heart on the side of Mt. Crumpit (3 sizes). There was batter all over the place. It was a mess that nobody would want to clean up. So I carried the toaster oven into the backyard and set it on a stump.

A note from awake Bethany:
Toaster ovens are really great. You might even say that I am in love with mine. However, they are not great for everything. I have learned through real-life experience that you should not try to bake cookies in a toaster oven, nor should you try to melt the cheese on your tacos in there.

Gotta Love 'Em

There's definitely a reason why I became a teacher. And it's not because I was hoping to have my salary frozen for 3 years in a row. Haven't figured it out yet? Well, it's the kids.

During the last week of school, a boy in my class religiously carried a jar around with him everywhere he went. The lid read: Donashuns for the People in the Tornato.

Yesterday, my rommate's 4 year old nephew was over. He set up a miniature baseball diamond in our living room using stuffed animals. "The horse is on first, the big dog is on second, the other dog is on third, the towel is home, and the couch is the umpire...because I don't got any more pets."

Today I finally got around to reading the surveys that I gave out to my reading group so that I can better plan for next year. Here are a few of their suggestions:

"I wish that we had more candy and I mean this!"

"I wish that we could play football."

"I wish that we didn't have to write this."

I'm tacking on one more that happened a while ago. My friend's mom came into my class to teach us all about farming. When she asked the class what the difference is between a gardener and a farmer, one student responded, "A farmer wears a hat."

Big Mistake in the Big Lots lot

I have been searching everywhere for Ice Breakers Limeade mints. I heard a rumor that they had some at the new Big Lots. It wasn't true. Boo. However, that is not Big Lots' only problem. As I pulled into an empty parking space, I realized that something wasn't quite right. I was parked right in front of the opening for the shopping cart return. Was I in an actual parking spot? Yes I was. They installed it backwards! Ha. So unless they turn this thing around, it will only be utilized when a car is not there preventing any carts from getting out or coming in. I took a picture and it turned out pretty crummy, but I'll add it below anyway.

P. S. If anyone finds any Limeade mints, let me know. Seriously. I need them. And they need me.

Ready, Set, Gogo

Last night I dreamt that I received some gifts from my neighbor Eric. As they were delivered, his best friend told me that Eric wanted me to know that they were all made in the USA. There were some clothes and some GoGo's. During the last week of school (yes, it's finally over), all the boys in my class were obsessed with these things. Apparently, they're the new version of Crazy Bones, which my bro was a fan of as a kid. Let me tell you a few things that I'm pretty sure of:

A) Gogo's are not made in the USA.

2) Gogo's are marbles in disguise.

D) "Gogo's" is a dumb name.

Wood and White Supremacists

This morning I decided to ignore my alarm clock and ended up sleeping in a half hour longer than I was supposed to. During that time, I had this random dream:

I was with a whole bunch of young single adults in some sort of outside area that needed to be cleaned up. There were logs, wood flats, and other wooden materials to be cleared out. We were almost done when I noticed one more log that I wanted to take care of. I soon found that all of the power tools had been cleaned up already. As I examined the strange ax that was provided for me, I thought, "What am I supposed to do with this stupid thing? It's not good for anything." Luckily, my dream moved on (as dreams do so well) and I didn't have to worry about that anymore.

Next, we were all supposed to sit and listen to a talk/lesson on something. One of the places to sit was in some bleachers to the side of the speaker. I noticed that the people in the bleachers were not sitting symmetrically, so I recruited a few people to fix that. I like symmetry, I guess.

We went from this:

To this:

Much better. I was sitting next to my friend Allen, who was looking at his phone. The girl speaking gave him the glare of death, so I told him to put it away. Next, I was checking facebook and noticed on my home page that one of my friends had just used an application called "camping list." She enters everything she would pack on a camping trip and it shows you what the inside of her pack would look like. Next thing I knew, Allen and I were covered in all the materials from her camping list. I found this very handy as I was wearing shorts and wanted my legs to be covered. Also, Allen was rubbing my leg while we were sitting there, which I find to be very amusing. Soon, he started hogging all of the things that were covering us. Kind of like when someone steals more than their share of the sheets, but we weren't in a bed. I got kind of upset by this and called him a white supremacist in my head. Really not sure where that came from.

Due to my awesome getting ready skills, I still made it to work on time. :)