Uh oh.

This will be a simple post. I should not be allowed to own hair cutting scissors. End of story. However, while searching for a "bad bangs" photo, I came across this photo. Rest assured, no matter what, I will NEVER, NEVER, NEVER be sporting the "bang-go." Wow. I think this was invented in Utah. Don't be mad Utahns...admit it...big, bad bangs happen in UT. They just do.

Oh Grace...

The sunbeams never disappoint. Today while learning a new hymn in
primary I heard cute little Grace singing at the top of her lungs:

"How Firm a Dalmatian"...

At the end of the song she said "Yeah, we have that movie...it's a good one, with all those spotty dogs."

Stuff.

Sometimes I wonder/worry about who might be reading this little blog...I know there are a few people but I'm worried about the silent stalkers because I never know how bold or honest to be here. I censor quite a lot out of a ridiculous (and maybe narcissistic?) concern/hope that this blog is making it out to more than 2 people...

Now, don't panic or get excited, I'm about to give you deep or personal info, but I am confessing that I've learned that whether you spent 2 hours or 20 minutes on your Sunbeam lesson, you will still end up talking about bagels, seashells, star wars, and whether or not Madison has a tail. It's inevitable. So...it's 12:30 in the morning, my contacts are just about glued onto my eyeballs and I should be preparing for my 5 wonderbeams. Instead I am doing important things like wooting (woot.com), reading other people's blogs, and pondering life a bit and writing my own blog entries that may be far too representative of who I really am.

I am thinking about how much I love when it rains in Arizona, about how I can't believe we've had a dead lizard stuck between the screen and the glass at the window by our kitchen table for a full 2 years (especially since it grosses me out on a daily basis and I have to close the blinds every morning when I attempt to eat breakfast there), and wondering how long it will take me to pack up my stuff when it's finally time for me to move from this house. I wonder how long the rain will last, how many sunbeams will come tomorrow, approximately when I will thoroughly clean my room and how my little sister is doing.

I wonder about my clients, especially the kiddos on my caseload with the saddest hearts...there are times when the hard is especially hard and I've got some amazing little wonders with beautiful but sad-sad-sad hearts and in my free time, my mind wanders to them and what I can do to help them with their sad hearts. I wonder who I should hire to help me with my taxes and if I'll find a house this year to buy. I wonder about my friends in Utah and if they know how much I miss them. I wonder if my friends here know how much I appreciate them. I wonder if Chloe knows I would never miss her 6th birthday party in July and if she knows how much it still makes me smile that she made me an invitation in February for an unplanned party 5 months away. I wonder if Shirley knows that I worry about her heart problems and pray that she is strong and healthy for years to come. I wonder about many hundreds of other things that will never be posted here. And maybe never even said aloud.

And I wonder if I will stay awake in church tomorrow...

Eyes, Tails and Wight Saba's

Today in class...I'm recreating the script for you...

Me: And so we came to Earth to get a Bo...
A: Teacher, why are your eyes having red thingys in them?
Me: Oh I don't know. Is it just this one or both? My eyes are sore today a little.
A: It's both of them. Maybe it's cuz the red things keep your eyeballs in tight? Maybe if you don't have them your eyes could fall out?
Me: Hmm, I'm not sure about that.

He then proceeds to inspect the eyeballs of everyone in the room for further study. Survey says... teacher was the only one who didn't get enough sleep last night and has contact issues.

Later...
Me: And so our bodies have bones...
A: Does Heavenly Father have a tail?
Me: Nope, no tail. He looks just like us.
A: Well Mark has a tail. (Mark is the monkey who helps me teach my lessons)
M: I have a tail.
G: You do?!!? I wanna see your tail!
Me: I don't think Madison has a tail, guys. Only monkeys, cats, elephants and some animals have tails.

There was then a small crisis when the two girls both wanted Zip the cat. I carefully took Zip from their clutches and put her in my bag, saying "Zip needs a nap now." They were perplexed and said "Why?" I was pleased when my answer of "Well, because she's very tired" appeased them.

We went on and were talking further when same cute boy says: "Yeah, and we have Star Wohws movie. Der's Wuke. Wuke Skywaka. And he gets some guys arm off and it's WILLY cool. AND der's a wight saba...."

At the end of church....I am completely exhausted.

Speed Check

So, as many of you know, in the last year I have had a brush with the law. (Okay fine, 3 brushES) with the law. In regards to a baby bit o' speeding. I am reformed and the $260 receipt taped to my speedometer seems to be helping with all that. However, this does not change the fact that every time I see an officer of the law in a car or on a motorcycle, my heart pounds very quickly and I am filled with sudden terror. Including today around 7:10 am when I passed one and instantly thought "Oh crap, am I speeding?" At which point I laughed to myself...as not only was I not speeding, but I was also not IN A CAR. Yes, I was walking/jogging and at BEST going approx 5 miles per hour. I laughed all the way home.

Bodies and Bagels

So today after delivering what I was certain was a whiz-bang lesson covering the fact that we have bodies like Heavenly Father to the sunbeams complete with visual aids, songs, cute chants, pictures, mini beanie babies AND goldfish crackers...I asked them in review what they had learned...what they would tell their moms when they went home. Darling red-head Coleton responded:

"I'll tell her to buy more bagels."

Nevermind that bagels had 0% to do with our topic and the word bagel had not even been mentioned in the last hour.

We'll try again next week. Love you Sunbeams.

You Don't Say...

Therapy with kids never gets old. I am continually amazed with what they say...for instance. Today, darling 8 yr. old chubby little boy sits down and starts off by saying this:

little wonder: "Well, I can tell you I've learned one thing...and that is that if you're an ugly girl chasing a band, it's going to be bad for you."

me (laughing in my head, calm yet interested exterior...not sure what to even ask first): "what do you mean by band?"

little wonder: "oh, like the jonas brothers. you know, a band."

me: "okay. just checking. So what do you mean by chasing a band?"

little wonder: "just that...like if you're a girl, AND you're ugly, AND you're chasing a band,or like, following them, it's going to be bad for you...cuz like...the band will never pick you."

me (thinking...pick you for what? where did this come from, why are you telling me, what do I do with it?): "huh, that might be true...i'm not sure about all that....now, let's talk about your feelings check in..."

SO...moral of the story. If you're an ugly girl...don't chase the band okay?!?!? Just don't do it. You'll just regret it.