Haircut

The blog title speaks for itself.  I did it again...yep, I had my hair cut, and this time a bit shorter than I think I wanted it to be, but you know what they say: it always grows back.  My students were pretty funny today, as I expected they would be.  The comments ranged from, "Did you get your hair cut?" to ""Did you cut your hair?"  That one I especially like, since I don't do hair, and I always answer with, "No."  That usually makes them think and stare for a while.  I usually let them off the hook by saying something like, "No, my hair stylist cut it."  Then they all groan, and say, "Mrs. Endsley." 
I'm not sure how I wanted my hair when I went to Tawnie yesterday.  It took us half and hour to just come to some understanding.  You really want the person responsible for cutting your hair (and anything else related to making major changes to your looks) to understand what you want.  Poor Tawnie, she's so patient with me, since I didn't really know what I wanted.  Oh well.  It (my haircut) reminds me of the way I used to cut Erin's hair when she was too young to fight back.  Ben would call her the little Dutchgirl, and that really ticked her off.
I'll try to get a picture of my haircut in case anyone wants to find me.

Exercise 101

 Bill and I have been thinking of purchasing a treadmill, sort of like this one.  We have a neat slider-type of machine that you get to work your arms.  That's the one I'm using, now.  We also have another piece of equipment that turns you upside down.  Bill hooked me into that one once, and I ended up running to the bathroom!

I've sort of started back on my exercise program.  This is the program that I've invented myself, and consists of whatever I can fit in in a 24 hour period:
After arriving at school (during the weekdays), I try to make it a habit of walking everywhere.  This means, of course, that I must have a reason for walking down the halls.  Sometimes I'm just tired of looking at my students during silent reading time, and I don't have a book to read myself, so I like to make up an important reason to head off to the office, or the bathroom (I usually don't have to make up a reason for the bathroom trips).  Sometimes I just like to wander the halls in search of lost students.  This happened last week, when I had a student that was so upset in class, she asked if she could just walk it off. HUH?? I let her, since she's actually a pretty good kid, but she didn't come back to class at all.  I searched all the girl's bathrooms, checked with the office, counselors, and finally found her sister in Seminary and told her what had happened.  I got word the next period that she had called her mother, and went with her.  That walking counted for a day or two of exercise, don't you think?

You know you're old when....

I'm going to make my list of "You know you're old when..." today, so that those of you who are "young" will have something to be grateful for.  My mother has been telling me for the past gazillion years, "just wait until you're old, then you'll know what it feels like to..."
You Know You're Old When...
1. You spend more for skin moisturizer that food
2. Your students (if you're a teacher) like artists whose names are more like a mixed-up alphabet, than a name.
3. When you go to "Children's Place" or other kids clothing stores, the clerks refer to the items you're purchasing as items for your grandchildren.
4. Your age is dangerously close to the decade you once thought of as ancient.
5. It gets harder and harder to make 5 miles on the tredmill.
6. You keep getting AARP stuff and information on burial plots.
7. Your doctor runs more and more tests (why?)
8. You hate to write your age (or year you were born) on any forms.
9. You really don't mind paying from the senior menu.
10. Your knees really do hurt, and not from playing an active game of tennis.
That's all I can think of right now, but believe me, there are so many more ways that tell you you're getting old.  I remember a long time ago, when my mother kept telling us about this restaurant she loved to go to called the "Night Hawk."  Everytime we tried to decide where to get a good burger (in my mother's neighborhood in Portland), she would bring up the "Night Hawk" as if it were the very first time she had suggested it.  I made a pact, sort of, with my kids, that I never wanted to get to that stage when I would repeat myself, as if no one ever heard it before.  I told them that they would need to stop me before I said anything more, and all they would have to say would be "night hawk" and I would know what they were talking about.  So there, you know what to say to me if I begin repeating myself.  To me it's a sign of growing old, maybe not, but do whatever you think necessary so I don't drive you crazy (like I don't right now!)

It's Spring!

I've been waiting for our trees to bud, and, as you can see, it's just begun.  Also our lawn is greening up really well, since Bill spread the fertilizer.  I can hardly wait until all the leaves come out.  I know I'm sounding a bit weird and over excited about spring, but I'm ready any time it is.

Where did all that water come from?

Today, a couple of hours after I got home from school, Bill was out in the front yard doing what he loves to do to make our yard green and beautiful.  I was grading quizzes, when all of a sudden I heard Bill yell something about water, and the back deck leaking.  I ran out to the deck, and there was a gusher spewing water everywhere.  It seems that our very, very old table that stood up against the house next to the sliding glass door had broken in half (any wonder, since it was as old as dirt, and had tons of stuff piled on top of it?).  I checked to see what I could do, but I think I made matters worse.  The water was aiming away from the house, but as I began to clear off the table and attempt to move the broken pieces, the water was redirected toward the house, and we were in the beginning stages of a house flood.  With my quick thinking and strong muscles, I put the table back on top of the broken pipe.  Bill was in the front yard, trying to turn the water off, but to no avail.  We finally got a hold of the water company, and they sent someone out to turn it off.  We were grateful the water finally stopped drenching our deck, but now it's 10:30 pm, and I'm waiting for Bill to turn the water back on.  He didn't have the tool before, but he went to the hardware store, and bought a new pipe and a thing-a-ma-jig to turn on the main line, so we wouldn't have to call the water guy.  Bill wants me to go to bed, because I get up so early, but I want to make sure the water gets turned back on so I can take a shower in the morning.
So you see, friends and family, it's all about my shower...I shall stay up so Bill doesn't fall asleep and forget to turn the water on.  He wouldn't be pleased with me if I tried to wake him up in the morning just so I could have my shower.
 
Here's the P.S.
Bill just went outside, turned on the water, while Mandy and I stood watch over the newly mended pipe, and it WORKED!

Heaven help us all!

Just got the word on our "illustrious" congressional vote tonight on Obamacare, and it ain't good.  I don't want to bore you all with a tirade on this huge mess, but if you're smart (and I know you all are), vote those idiots out of office that were responsible for the lying, sneaking around, and cutting backdoor deals against the wishes of the American people.  I can hardly wait until the 2010 and 2012 elections.  Especially the 2012 election where, if we're smart enough and learned our lesson, will elect a new president.  The only worry is, who would that be????

We're not in Kansas (St.) anymore, Toto.

 

 I guess that saying can work whether BYU beat Kansas St. or not.  Kansas lost earlier to N. Iowa, and in the first few minutes of the BYU/Kansas St. game, we had them on the ropes by 10 points.  Alas, we lost the game, and so I guess I will have to get over it.  At work, I submitted Bill's and my choices for  "March Madness."  I don't feel too bad, especially compared to one of the secretaries (son played football for BYU), who placed BYU as the ultimate winner of the whole tournament.  OOPS.