Hello!

So.
I haven't posted in a long time.
This is due to:
a) not having internet at our house
b) not having anything interesting to post
c) being tired of the frog
d) needing to find a job
e) very few people read this anyway
e) pure laziness

I figured that with a new template, I could probably post again. The template was in Spanish so that should explain the categories that are at the top that I can't seem to delete. Work in progress.
We'll be moving to a new apartment next month and will be getting the internet to waste our time instead of television.

In other news, I need a job, as mine has just ended because of the "season". Random really. Strange schedule of the migrant program. Sadly, I'm looking for a "real" job not a crappy, low paying, typical Cache Valley-Logan job.
Wish me luck.

oops

I almost put my chewed out gum in a post office box instead of a trash can

We're dealing with the stress of finals just fine.

Leave Me Where I Am- I'm Only Sleeping

One of my favorite things about the collegiate life is the ability to sleep anywhere without being a weirdo. No one gives a seconds thought if you are sleeping on a bathroom couch, curled up in a ball, on the lawn or hunched over a chair or desk.

This morning I took a siesta on the top floor of the library. I slept for about an hour and a half after finishing some horrible homework. I found a nice spot, put in my earphones and zonked out. After my alarm went off I stayed there a minute to wake up a little, and get those horrible sleep marks off my face. I looked up and saw this guy peering over the couch to see if anyone was there. He smiled and at first I was kind of freaked out but then decided that we were all in the "take naps in strange places club" so I smiled back.



College is the last place to do this before we have to become self respecting adults and only sleep in private. That will blow.

I Wish I Had A Clever Title About Urine

So mostly I got peed on today.
I realize that people who have children of their own get peed on perhaps regularly, but I do not get peed on regularly by four year olds.Or other children for that matter. Children have accidents and that's all nice and good but when it's not your child and there's a lot of pee on your leg it's a little different.

While we were waiting for the bus to take the kids home, I was singing songs with them, playing and that good stuff. I got up to take the kids the bus, tossed them on then waited with the rest of the teachers. I realized my leg was a little wet, but I attributed that to the fact that I was kneeling and playing on the ground with the kids. Now when you find something wet and you might not know what it is, you might smell it, right? So I did. And it was surely pee. I started to laugh, and became a little grossed out. The buses were all leaving and I had no idea who peed on me so I figured that some child would go home a little wetter than they came. Right before the last bus left someone yelled my name and informed me that we had a pee-er. The culprit was found.

I found her some new pants, the bus could finally leave, and I drove home for 45 minutes in someone else's urine.