Domestic Bliss

Sometimes I get into domestic moods (read: Emily says she is taking a break from making dinner and that if we want to eat we'd better get in the kitchen). So tonight we made some homemade pizza with fresh basil from Annie's garden thank you very much.

Just call me a gourmet super chef. Okay I am like light years away from that. However I am really looking forward to having the time to be more home-ish.

I recently resigned from my teaching position amid mixed emotions but the strongest feeling that I needed to stay home. As I continued to think about it, different parts from The Family Proclamation ran through my mind, cementing that I needed to be home. I never thought it would be so hard to quit and move forward with life. Don't get me wrong, part of me is SO excited to have a break from writing lesson plans, dealing with attitudes and not working 60 hours a week. But I really do love my job. I love the chance I have to influence a group of 12-14 year olds are still trying to figure out who they are and what they stand for. And I love when my students start to enjoy learning.

Like when they have to be told to shut the book because they are so hooked they can't stop reading or when they finish a writing project and talk about how it is the best they have ever written and are proud of their work.

In fact, a few days before I told my principal I was going to be leaving, she came to tell me about the perfect schedule I was going to have the next year (4 hours of teaching and 3 hours of time to do testing, department head work and my prep). I had to call Amanda to have her re-convince me that I wanted to leave. To strengthen my resolve, I frequently hold this bundle of joy and remind myself that the biggest influence a child can have on their life is their parents.

I'm so grateful for a supportive husband who let me choose whether I continued to work or stopped and for his ability to have faith in our decision that we will be okay (even if our bank account doesn't agree with that). While I won't have the opportunity to work with the kids at school I care about so much, I know that this new adventure will be even more amazing and fulfilling. And we get to find out what we are having on WEDNESDAY! Happy one day before our five year anniversary to us! Best present we could get! Updates to follow.

Happy Mother's Day!

So this post may be a tad early but most of mine are a tad late so let's call it even. I've been thinking a lot about the upcoming Mother's Day and had to give a few shout outs to all the amazing women who have influenced my life.

Of course, I have to start with my mom. I was at mutual tonight and was talking to a few of the ladies in my ward and they were commenting on how well Annie did at mutual and how easily she had assimilated into the ward. They were saying how she seemed to do so well socially and I explained to them that she had always interacted with her typical peers. When she was younger, my mom kept her out of special programs as much as she could in order to allow her to learn the appropriate way to act socially. If this meant she had to coach softball and basketball and go to orchestra classes with Annie so that she could participate she did it.

The women both commmented on what an amanzing woman my mom must have been and they were right. I could write novels on how amazing my mom is but to spare you the reading, I will just talk about the things I am most recently realizing about her. Even with her being gone, I feel like I know just what she would have me do in regards to Annie because she was so clear on what her goals were for her and on what she saw in her future. So even though I may stumble along the way, I am so grateful for a mom that had the foresight to share with me those plans so that I have a clear roadmap to follow. Annie is kind of amazing and she got it all from my mom. I work with parents everyday that either don't advocate for their student with special needs or that are too overbearing and speak up in such a way that the teachers become unwilling to help their student because they are so demanding.

I remember coming home from school and being able to tell it was an IEP meeting day because of the cupcake tins and cookie sheets dirty in the sink. My mom would bake all day long to bring each person involved in an IEP meeting a plate of treats recognizing that if these teachers were going to spend time helping her daughter, the least she could do was bring them some goodies. She always tried to balance the services she was receiving from the school with time spent volunteering at school functions and donations given to the classroom. I remember even in Annie's seventh grade year when she wasn't feeling well, her volunteering to be the class pen pal and writing to the student's in Annie's class every other week. Like I said amazing.

Oh sisters. How I love them. I seriously don't know what I would do without them! I think after our mom died we just molded together and just took on the roles of what we were good at to make things work. Emily took care of the girls at the El Moro house and helped them survive emotionally, physically and mentally when things were crazy. She is also the cooking wife of the Jetcher house and is always coming up with new tasty things to eat. Amanda helps so much in supporting the girls bringing all her kids to swim meets with sonic slushes in tow for Annie and Julia to slurp on after swimming. She also teaches us all the homemaking skills she has aquired and is my pregnancy bible. She has all the answers I want. I am so grateful to have theses older sisters to look to and to learn from! Then Julia has always selflessly helped with all things Annie. The girl has shared a room with Annie since she was 4 and is an amazing example of being stalwartly obedient even when she could have made so many excuses to not choose good things. And Annie is the glue that holds us all together. Constantly teaching us how to act better, cracking us up with her hilarity and reminding us to read scriptures, say prayers etc.

Whenever I think of this house, I always think of all the ladies in the Lyn Rae ward that I learned from. You can't live on this street without gleaning from their wisdom. And not only that but all the ladies in the Kimball stake who I got to spend time with at girls camp, talking to at Vista Cleaners and learning from at church meetings. They are such amazing women who are devoted to serving others, raising their children the best they can and lifting up those around them. My family was so blessed to be supported by the people who lived in that ward and stake.

Maybe I am just feeling nostalgic, or hormonal or eh who knows...bloated? But this Mother's day I just want to say thanks to all those lovely ladies who have helped shape and mold my character, who have been shining examples of what it is like to balance busy schedules and still come out with their sanity in tact, and who have taught me to rely on the Savior for my support.

Happy Mother's day to all ya'll! And just know that I am striving to be a bit like you.

Stumblies

So if you come to our house, you are most likely to find all of us on computers ignoring each other. You will hear occasional chortling and then continued ignoring of all others present. This is because we have found our new true love, Stumblies.

Essentially, you register, check off a list of things you like, and it provides you with endless hours of internet entertainment. The best thing I checked on my list was cats. Because it gives me lots of cat videos and the ability to hack Butt's facebook page with cat videos and pictures so everyone at BYU-Idaho know that she is a crazy, obsessed cat lady. (Remember how I named Julia, Butts, and how all of her roommates at school call her that now? Oh ya me too. )

So here is a gem I found on Stumblies that I will share with you. It is 25 rules on how to be a cat. Enjoy.

For the faint of the reading heart, there is also a video at the bottom.

Anyone can be a cat. All you have to do is follow the rules.

Rules For Being A Cat.

1. Anytime you go in or out a door you must pause at the threshold and contemplate whether you deign go through that door. You must do this until a much larger being is ready to give you a boot in the ass. You may then go through the door.

2. Anytime any flat object is laid upon the floor, you must go to the exact center of that object, lie down, and go to sleep.
3. If you see any space anywhere that is just about your size, you must get into it and look around.

4. Kill.

5. Want a good place to be a cat? Try anyplace it would be inconvenient to have a cat.

6. Anything that was OK the last time is not OK anymore. If you wanted to be picked up the last time, you no longer want that. If you liked Swiss cheese the last time, you no longer like it. If you wanted your head scratched the last time, you now regard anyone who wants to scratch your head as a mortal enemy of cats.

7. If two doors lead into the house off a porch and someone opens one of them, you want to go in the other one. You will not enter the first door, but will wait until someone opens the second door. Then you will enter the house.

8. Unless you decide you don’t want to go through that door either.

9. If you do go through that door, see Rule No. 1.

10. Kill.

11. Center of the room? Bad idea. Better stick close to the edges, and pour yourself sideways around the furniture.

12. If you share a house with a larger being who is stronger than you, who provides you with meat and drink and so on, you must disregard that being. You must treat that being with utter indifference.

13. Unless you did that the last time.

14. Kill.

15. Occasionally, you must act as though you are absolutely insane. You must chase shadows, spring upon ghosts, do battle with invisible beings, arch your back and somehow become larger than you are.

16. If anyone sees you doing this, you must stop at once and pretend you were not doing it, and treat the being that saw you with utter contempt.

17. Occasionally, you must disappear for three days to a week, then return home and sleep for 36 hours without moving a muscle except those necessary to breathe. When you get up, you will stretch and then kill something.

18. Want to try something fun? After sitting in one place for several hours and watching an empty room, go someplace else in the room and watch things from there.

19. Kill something and leave the parts you don’t want in the kitchen. Or under the dining room table.

20. Stick one leg out in the air at an impossible angle and lick it for several minutes. When you get tired of licking it, just leave that leg sticking out in the air and stare off into space.

21. Any human caught lying down is your property, to inspect, walk over and jump onto or from as you see fit. The face is a good jumping-off place.

22. Just because you are more handsome, more self-possessed, more relaxed, wiser, and a better athlete than humans does not mean you are superior to them. You are also superior to them for other reasons.

23. You need not obey the law of gravity.

24. If you follow all these rules, you may be a cat.

25. Unless the cats change the rules.

Here is a video we also love.

Thanks Stumblies for making our lives complete!

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