Perks of Teaching...

IT IS HEAD LICE SEASON!!!!!

Now if this isn't the best reason to become a teacher....I HATE IT when I get the "heads up" someone in your class has head lice. Yes, folks it has already begun this year. We the teachers are already itching, scratching, and are leary. I am all about the Howie Mandel "bumps" when kids try to hug you. Yes, sixth graders still like a hug now and then, but I refuse with a quick "personal space". I have such a phobia that I know this is why I hate to go to the movies. Who has sat in that seat and what were they harboring? I have been known to take a slick coat (so bugs will slide off) to cover the seat with. Wierd? Maybe just a bit.

Let's hear it for the BUGS!

Brendan...the hugger!

Today was Brendan Henrie's mission farewell. For MANY months now he will NOT put his arm around a female, mother and sisters included. Today is living proof...he did it! He is going to the Ohio Cleveland Mission, same one as Lars. A funny young man that we will miss!

Brendan and Jenessa (sister)

Peg and Bren

Isn't this cute? Bren, Jake Plaizier, and I don't know his name.

Here are my beautiful cupcakes...

Saint Jeff Rides Again!

Hallelujah! Bob did it! He really 100% did it! Lotoja has come and gone...Bob was victorious with a great finish and yes folks...a bit of daylight to spare!!!

The weather was picture perfect to ride your bike for 206 miles, one day, three states! Bob, David (his son), and Nicole (from our ward) left at 6:00 a.m. from Logan, Utah. Between Preston and Montpelier poor Bobby had a fall. He was in pain, but didn't Taylor Miller say, "Pain is just weakness leaving the body?" Bob pushed on. In Afton, Wyoming he asked if anyone had seen the train that had hit him! It worked out well because "Saint Jeff" ( a fellow FBI guy, young, buff, etc. who was supporting another racer with a friend) ran into me and said that he had brought his bike gear just so in case he saw Bob and wanted to ride a bit with him. I immediately had him gear up and explained that his quest was to get Bob across the finish line. (Selfish reason? Maybe a bit.) They met up, they hugged, Bob wanted to kiss him, and Bob now had a companion to ride with. (David and Nicole were about 30 mins. ahead of him since Preston.)

With this new enthusiasm Bob and Jeff left Afton. Jeff was a good man, a good one to draft off of, and a real support to Bob who didn't really want to ride the race alone. 87 miles later, they came across the finish line! Yipee! I am proud of Bob, don't really get the abuse and punishment to the body, but what the heck...you are only 61 and10 months old once!!! Jeff Ross is the co-man!

Here are some pics...

Support Crew 2008

Pretty Good out the window, driving by myself, window down shots of Bob and Jeff!

So here I am, primed to shoot, start snapping and some tandem people come from nowhere!

Bob and David meeting up at the finish line

David and Holly - Engagement type photo?

A colonoscopy, water aerobics & scuba divers...

You may wondering how all of these lovely things relate...I will begin!

A few weeks ago Lars had to have a follow up colonoscopy due to some issues (without going into great length). Anyway Dr. Batista is "happy to report" all is well in Lars' colon. Really is he happy? Well, on Lars' game day I was invited back into the recovery room with Lars. He was groggy and just waking up. The nurse then invited Lars to "pass some gas" so that he could go home. She then proceeded to close the curtain and left us alone. Lars within moments, eyes wide open in disbelief, ripped off the loudest, most earth shattering, blast of gas you have ever heard! Another nurse immediately whipped back the curtain to exclaim, "Well, aren't you just a show off!" She was laughing so hard.

Then another one came from who knows where to exclaim, "Could you stop making my patients feel badly that they can't explode like you?" Needless to say, Lars was a shining star, one of my proud parent moments, and didn't let the group of nurses down by letting more monster blasts off. I was so glad to leave and take him home. I won't tell you that as he got out of the car, heading up the stairs, I noticed a wee bit of to trusted a fart mark.

So how does this relate? Last night I went to my water aerobics class. The teacher was ginormously big, but the chick never put on a floating belt. She was able to tread water for one hour and was faster than any of us. The best part was there was a scuba class of 3 men going on at the same time, but on the bottom of the area that we were doing laps over the top. Do you think they looked up? It was creepy to have the bubbles burst in your face, wondering where they were, and were they going to run into us?

A fellow teacher happened to be in the class. She finally screamed, "I can't take this anymore. It is too wierd! I am sick of their bubbles."

Of which I encouraged her, "Kathy, why don't you send down your own bubbles to them?"

"If I had that kind of power I would!"

At that moment I wished that Lars - post colonoscopy - was with us. And that is how it all relates.