Suri.

So I finally found the charger to my camera but now can't find my camera. (That statement pretty much sums up my life. I am a master at losing things.) So you get cell phone pictures. Suri.

We went to the Gilbert Temple ground breaking last weekend and I felt like a pioneer. That may be because growing up we were only allowed to watch church movies on Sunday and so I pretty much have Mountain of the Lord memorized and when the choir sang "The Spirit of God" it brought back movie memories.

Anyway here are the important people digging in the earth.

The guy bent down low is Newell Barney. Former stake president of the original Gilbert stake (Newell Barney is orignial gangsta) and the most humble man you can meet. I met him. I am famous. And I work at his school. You must be cool if you have a school named after you.

We were super close to the whole thing because Lee went early to save us seats. It was pretty awesome.

They had golden shovels and I won a golden ticket. (Ok that second part isn't true. My last name is not Bucket. )

Annie loved life in the hot sun and felt sick but was a trooper and hung out with us the whole time.



Also we went to Harry Potter 7. I'm not gonna lie I was more entertained by this event. But that is because I am a bad person. It was awesome and I loved it. Emily sat next to me and apparently remembered none of the book because she was shocked at each new event in the movie.

In conclusion, our life is kinda boring but we like each other. The end.

Scapegoat

So slowly but surely, our new house is becoming a house instead of looking like a giant storage unit. If you need filled in see Emily's Blog. We are all adjusting to living together and LOVING it. We keep referring to each other as sister wives. Emily is the cooking wife, I am the smooching wife...Julia is the whiny wife? We haven't quite figured out her title yet. (If you aren't watching Sisterwives on TLC you should be. Crazy!!!) But anyway, we are getting ready to leave for Disneyland in T minus 24 hours and we are all ecstatic.

The true saint in this whole situation is Devin. He is living with 4 girls. YES FOUR. Poor kid. And Jones girls at that. We are all kind of whiny and overly dramatic.

He has also become the scapegoat for everything.

Who ate all the oreos? Devin.
Who let the cats in? Devin.
Who didn't take out the garbage? Devin.

He= a saint.


P.S. Yes I know I haven't blogged in 2.3 billion years.
P.P.S. Half of the reason I posted was just because when we were talking about Devin being a scapegoat I pictured the above picture in my mind and thought it needed to be shared with the blogging world. You're welcome.

Tales of the junior high nothing.

AIMS is over and so school life has returned back to normalcy (if that exists in a junior high). Of course this means students are back to their normal routine which equals new stories for you to read. You're welcome.

There is always one student in each class that sits in the back of class near my desk. This is generally because they need extra reminders to work or can't sit next to another student without poking and harassing them.

So yesterday I was reminding one of these students to get back on task and to finish the story he was writing and he growled at me. So of course because I am five and sometimes forget that I am at school, I hissed at him like a cat. Normal right? Right. Anyway he hissed back at me and totally put my hiss to shame. It sounded EXACTLY like a cat.

Impressed I said, "Whoa that was an amazing hiss."

His reply, "Well how many cats do you have at home?"

"Only one"

"Well I've got ten back under my dad's truck at home! So of course I am better than you."

Of course. What was I thinking.

Bright Star

So Emily and I saw this movie in theaters and I just rented it this weekend so that Devin and I could watch it. If you love English period pieces with lots of birds chirping and classical music then I highly suggest this movie. It is a sentimental tear jerker and very sweet. I know that I sound like a mother but it is very refreshing to watch a movie that is clean without all the extra nonsense.

You should watch it while eating ice cream on a rainy Sunday afternoon. I mean that's not what I did today. I read my scriptures like I am supposed to. If someone feels like buying it for me I wouldn't say no.

Anyway. Rent it. Love it.

Disclaimer

Sorry about the previous post. I didn't mean it to sound like I was curled in the fetal position ready to take a razor blade to my wrists. I actually kind of think what my students say is hilarous.

Another example for your reading enjoyment...

Wednesday last week I woke up late and wasn't going to make it on time for the kids I tutor in the morning if I didn't literally put on clothes and walk out the door. So picture left over make up, hair in a pony tail me. Yeah gross. So needless to say my kids commented on how pretty I looked.

So Thursday rolls around...I actually get ready. No comments.

Friday. I get ready again. (which is normal by the way)

A student walks in second hour.

"Mrs. Fletcher, you are actually wearing make-up today"
"Yeah I was yesterday too didn't you notice?"
"Oh no, I didn't pay atttention to anyone yesterday."
"Gotcha"
Then a kid who has no shame in telling it like it is turns and says,
"Yeah, but it doesn't do a very good job of hiding your zits though does it?"

Apparently I = This Guy

I thought I was done with junior high and low self-esteem

Remember how awkward Junior High was? and how especially cruel it was that if you grew up in Mesa, AZ you had to deal with 3 years of junior high becuase you go to high school when you are a sophmore rather than a freshman?

Well I get to relive that Every. Single. Day.

The students I teach have no filters. That means they think it, they say it.

As their teacher, I get the lovely end of those non-filtered comments.
I bring to you my new segment: I thought I was done with Junior High and low self-esteem.

Part One

Yesterday I got to my first hour. I am up in the front talking about the journal question of the day. Students are sharing their answers to the question. One student raises his hand. I call on him expecting that he will share his journal response. Instead I get this:
Mrs. Fletcher, are you gaining weight?

Part Two

This winter I purchased a new pea coat from Downeast Basics. It was a green coat. One day I wore the jacket with tan-ish brown pants. During second hour one of my students mentions that I look like someone. He can't quite figure out who but I look familiar for some reason. The hour passes and I forget about his comment. One minute until the bell rings, I tell the students to go ahead and pack up their stuff and he shouts out, "I got it Mrs. Fletcher! I know who you look like! You look just like Shaggy from Scooby Doo!" Laughter ensues. Students leave.
Needless to say, I don't wear that jacket and those pants anymore.

New Blog to Ignore

Hi there, Devin here. If any of you are facebook friends with me, you will have noticed (until you hit the 'ignore post' button), that I have been recently been including links to songs that have been lost to the ages that I have been, at one time or another, obsessed with. Since Facebook is hardly a place of permanence, I have decided to additionally list these treasured gems at my new blog, aptly titled "From the Vault". Yes it sounds like the name of some cheesy infomercial hosted by Donovan, or Stephen Stills, or maybe a cable access show extolling the virtues of the B-movie genre of the 1950s. Still, I think you will enjoy them. Because, hey the only thing better than being ignored on facebook is putting in twice the effort. Word up peoples.

http://fromthevaultmusic.blogspot.com