Ho Hum

I really have nothing to blog about. I am once again sitting on my butt. I was interrupted from finishing The Golden Compass by Riley and a friend of his taking over the living room to watch a mountain biking video, which is fine, I like the movie, and really you don't want to finish a good book by giving it anything less than your full attention. It just isn't good courtesy to the book, it deserves your all. I'm also trying to decide when I should bust out the Raamen. We haven't grocery shopped since we got back from Moab so the cabinets are extremely bare. We hate grocery shopping. Now the boys are discussing a guy who did a backflip on a snowmobile. Is he certifiably insane? I wouldn't do a backflip on a trampoline, not to mention on a piece of machinery that could crush my skull and end my life. Plus I'm not a big fan of trampolines... weak bladder... 'nuf said. Basically I'm just not as studly as I sometimes think I am. Or as entertaining, which is why I will stop rambling now. Have a nice day. And Cori, BLOG!!!

-Ang

11 reasons why I'm awesome!!!

In the land of mountain bikes there are a few sacred spots in North America: Whistler in Vancouver, BC, Winter Park in Colorado, Ray's indoor Mountain Bike Park (for those who are open to some different winter options), and Moab, Utah. This last week we made our pilgrimage to the desert holy land to pay homage to the mountain biking gods. And the gods smiled upon us and granted us beautiful weather and pleasant companions. We rode a few trails (or rather survived a few trails), explored Arches National Park (which everyone should see some time in their life), and camped at a wonderful little campground called Up The Creek Campground (which was very chill and came complete with clean bathrooms and showers!). Instead of rambling on, which I tend to do, I will just show you my eleven reasons why I am awesome (in a very non-conceited kind of way):

11.
I was there.

10.
I was there too.

9.
And there...

8.
I climbed that.

7.
AND got down (more impressive than the up part for me)

6.
I somehow rode down that on my bike :)

5.
See, here I am riding down that hill

4.
We rode the famous Slickrock trail (Cookie and I just did the practice loop, but it's not easier, just shorter)

3.
I rode down that without dying!

2.
I shimmied down that, and it was fun!

And now a tie for the #1 reason why I'm awesome:

1.
I am married to that amazing guy!!!

1 b.
That's me. I'm driving! I stayed awake for all but thirty minutes in 16 hours, and I personally drove at least 12 of those hours. I know, try not to be too shocked. But it's true!


Well, those are the highlights. Now I need to go see if Jack Bauer can keep this poor expendable character alive on 24. It's not looking good for him. 'Night!

-Ang

Tick Tock...

I'm procrastinating.

I really need to finish my lesson plans for tomorrow, shower, then go to bed, and yet I'm sitting here blogging while Riley mends the hole in his backpacking pants with a needle and thread, he's so cute (and resourceful). Seriously, testing (*curse word*) is in three weeks and I feel that since it is my second year in the teaching profession my test scores should be higher than last year. I am thinking "crap, what have I taught them this year?". I think it's a government conspiracy to give teachers ulcers. We are good teachers, we teach what we are supposed to in interesting ways, and yet when the end of March hits we all start to panic. I think that the teachers should take the test instead of the kids, I feel so powerless.

Ok, I'm going to go finish my plans now. Tune in... soon... to hear about our spring break trip to Moab, Utah.

-Ang

Paula, Simon, Kara, Randy...and Harry?

Hi, my name is Karen, and I am addicted to American Idol.

Hi Karen!

Tonight was the first night of "offical" American Idol as I like to call it. And I was super pumped until I realized it was two freakin hours long! That is far too much drugged up Paula and melodramatic Simon for one girl to handle. So, to make the time go by faster, I grabbed The Half Blood Prince. Yes, I also belong to support groups for those who suffer with addictions to Harry Potter and Twilight...ahhhh Twilight...Edward...swoon...

Where was I? Oh yes, curled up next to my mother I watched the contestants sing, and then during commercials, or one of Paula's drawn out ramblings, I busted out a little HP to pass the time. FABULOUS. This is how I will be watching my American Idol from now on. Now for my expert opinions:

Danny: I love you. I know you miss your wife, but I am really good at being supportive and helping people cope. Call me. (Is that inappropriate? Who cares, hes studly and he loves Jesus.)

Adam: You're good, but not that good. Jeeze Paula, take a chill pill. Or maybe stop taking them? Hmm...

The rest of you: Not bad, although I can't think of anything clever to say about you at the moment.

Carrier Out.

Serving size

So I woke up this morning and told myself that I wasn't going to eat any sweets today. I succeeded... until about four thirty when I was driving home. I drove past a Braums and managed to keep my car going down the road. I pulled into my driveway, opened the door, grabbed my purse, put my purse back on the passenger's seat, closed the door, restarted the car, and drove to 7-11 to buy a pint of crappy ice cream. I couldn't help it! It called to me like a siren (the mythological kind, not the type that warns of coming tornadoes)! And I answered. I nibbled pleasantly for a while whilst catching up on my blogs, until suddenly I realized that I had eaten about two-thirds of the pint. That wasn't too disturbing until I checked the label on the back (not recommended) and found that the one pint contains FOUR servings. Seriously, who eats such a small amount of ice cream in one sitting? People with self control, that's who. Oh well, at least I didn't clean out the whole thing.

-Ang

My own infinte playlist...

My lack of blogging can be blamed on several things.
1) I am a teacher, enough said.

2) I get on with the intention of blogging, get to blog stalking and find myself sitting in the dark 5 hours later wondering where I am and why my contacts have shriveled up on my eyeballs.

3) I have had some major bloggers-block. So, I think I shall do what the greatest writers do when they can't get the creative juices flowing...copy someone else! Today I shall steal the "Infinte Playlist" idea from my second mother who has a fabulous blog herself. I have decided to just go with it, and write down whatever comes to mind and hope that it's not too embarrassing.

*Anything NSYNC: Sitting up in Sydnee's bedroom at night watching the contraband NSYNC concert taped from the Disney Channel that I snuck into her house. (Youth Pastor's daughters do not listen to heathen boy bands.)

*Maneater, or any of the Runaway Bride soundtrack: My fearsome foursome girls know exactly what I'm talking about. Needless to say it involved some silly boys and us silly girls swooning over them in junior high and who am I kidding, high school too.


*Legends of the Fall theme: Guaranteed to make me cry. There are multiple meanings behind this one, both rather bittersweet. High school marching band my freshman year, and fond memories from past relationships.

*Anything Justin Timberlake: Freshman year at Point Loma...joining the sorority, and staying at a frat house until 4 in the morning...good times ;)

*Ginny Owens If you want me to: Another one guaranteed to make me cry. Spring my senior year at Point Loma I listened to this song at least 5 times a day. A perfect reminder of the most supportive and amazing roommates a girl could ask for.

Okay, I realized I could go on and on forever, so instead of boring you to death, I'll end it here and perhaps do another installment later. And now to copy my blogging sister, a funny tidbit from school:

Discussing our writing topics a student was telling me about a concert she went to: "We sat down, but then we were hungry so we went to get condoms." Yes she meant condiments, and yes it took me a second before I could figure out what she was saying. Ahh good times.

much love
~Kare

Oops

So it has been... let's just call it "a while" since I have blogged and I think I am a little rusty. I logged in to my blog, then attempted to visit Aunty's blog by clicking on her picture on the side of my page (which I've done many times before). Well, some new windows popped up, I pushed some buttons, and now I am apparently following my own blog. No really, if you look at the list of people following at the side of my page you will see my picture amongst the family and friends. Good grief! And the bad part is that Riley is diligently...

... hey mom, remember when you homeschooled me and I was being somewhat less than cooperative so you made me look up the word "diligent" in the dictionary? I still think of that whenever I hear the word "diligent"...

... crap, what was I saying? Oh yeah... Riley... he is studying for a test tomorrow and was getting rather irritated with me for spontaneously giggling while catching up on Cori's blog (you know, that kind of giggle that pleads "please ask me why I am giggling so I can read you this funny thing and you can laugh too"). It was recommended that I relocate to somewhere out of the studysphere so I promised to contain myself. Then I started following my own blog and the giggling started to come out so I made up a story in my head about how there was something tickling my nose and that's why I kept exhaling quickly just in case he gave me the evil eye.

Anyway... this is my "extreme educator" blog so I will share a brief anecdote from school. Last week we had spelling words with silent letters (don't even get me started on the stupidity of silent letters. Why can't English be like Spanish and everything is spelled phonetically. Do Spanish kids study spelling?) and we had the word 'assign'. Well, one of my students got a little confused on where the silent g goes and it came out "assing". I won't even start the conversation of how that word could be used. Anyway... I had a good silent laugh.

Be safe.

-Ang