Can someone tell me how to play?

So today I was tricked into playing a "staff vs. students" basketball game. As in, I came with my class to watch and they said, hey, you have to play or we won't have a five people. "Why me?" I said. "You're young" they said. This is often thier explanation for asking me to do things, and it's true. There are only about three people that work here that are under 40, and the other two were already playing, in fact, the other two coach basketball. I did alot of running back and forth, and somewhere in the middle on the first quarter I said to myself, "Gee, why do they assume that I know the rules of this game. Could someone not have taken the time to give me a refresher?" By refresher, I mean, I need to be told the rules because seventh grade was a long time ago. I did alot of laughing, and I realized that seventh graders have alot more energy than I do, even at 28. In the end we won, all because of me, I'm sure!
Have a great weekend!

Stay away from ME!

This is a good invention for anyone who has a cold. I spent a majority of this weekend in bed with a roll of toilet paper. My poor husband did a really good job of taking care of me, and only left me twice to go to church and Starbucks (I think he had to get out of the house). He took me for a drive yesterday when I felt good enough. I also spent a lot of time watching the Olympics. I am a real sucker for women's figure skating and I am really looking forward to watching that tomorrow. Never fear, I am on the mend and at school preparing for next week.

Signs of Spring! Our dafodils are coming up.

Here I am in the marina by downtown Olympia. We had fun rowing around in between all the boats.

VALENTINE'S DATE
Paul and I went on a Valentines date yesterday. We went to Tugboat Annie's in Olympia. We rented kayaks and had breakfast.

One day this week I pulled my car up in our driveway beside the muddy patch that is our garden in the summer to find a green onion growing there. After being absolutely drenched with rain the last few weeks we have had a really sunny, springy spell. It is a little bittersweet because you know that it can't last for long, it's February for goodness sake. But it's nice to dream and enjoy for a little while. Well, Sring Fever must have hit Paul too because a few days later I came home to find that Paul had tilled our garden up and had tilled the poor little guy under before I had a chance to eat him! "Did you save the green onion?" I asked. He gave me an incredulous look as if to say, "I do not brake for green onions!" 

The mountains behind me are the Olympics. You can only see them about half the time because they are clouded over. A common phrase in Washington is "the mountain is out". As if it is not there when we can't see it! 

The other day in class we were talking about symbols that we use, like a heart, a plus or minus sign, an arrow...someone mentioned the cross. I siezed the oppurtunity to talk about what it means and where we find them.

Where do you see a cross?

they said:
in churches
on people's necks
in dead peoples yards (cemetaries)

Also, another little piece of God humor from my day:

"Teacher, I don't think that God could know everything because he lived a long time ago and they didn't have homework back then."

Student 1: Look! I wrote my name in cursive.

Student 2: I don't speak cursive.

I am sorry for my embarasing lack of postings. I love blogging but sometimes things eat up my time (we can all identify). I think there is a pattern. I lose about two weeks of blogging every time report cards are due. ha, that's one thing I wouldn't mind giving up.

Big News: I am probably going on a missions trip with my church to Unalakleet, Alaska this summer. What's the first thing any Gen-Xer would do? Google it of course. It's actually ZERO degrees there right now. I don't think I really even have any comprehension of that kind of temperature. More on this later.

We saw elk in our playground today. Yep, we's country folk.

I know that my husband studies way too much. This weekend he had gotten some blueprints for a class he is taking. Usually blueprints are huge pieces of paper but these were smaller with tiny print.

"They're called a halfset. Aren't they cute?" he said.

My husband and his cute blueprints...

Is it bad to wish that Walmart gets flooded? Maybe then I wouldn't have to shop there because they are so cheap. No more crowds!

The part with the trees is a golf course, and then you can see the airport behind it, and behind the airport is the mini-city that having a Walmart in our town has created. The stores there are convenient and affordable, but has created more of a big-city feel. Photo from the Chronicle.

ARG, the dreaded story problem...

I know I have been lax about retelling cute classroom stories, but it's not because I haven't been laughing a lot lately.

I was reading story problems to my first graders. After a confusing one, one girl scrunched up her face in confusion. "Thoooo....what'th the thituathion here?" (so, what's the situation here? with a lisp)

It was noisy in my room and I was standing a little boy, I was frustrated and he gave me a look of understanding. He said, "Don't you wish your ears were turn-off-able?"

Yes, yes I do.

Have a great three day weekend.

I got this picture from a Seattle news station. I think this is Lake Samamish. This is what it feels like there though. I have to get out and take some pictures! We had a few dryish (and I mean that in the loosest sense) days but we are in for more rain. I just took my kids to lunch (we have to go outside to get to the cafeteria) and it was that blowing sideways type of rain. You know how they say Alaskan people have 100 different words for snow? How come Washingtonians don't have 100 different words for rain? We must either be less verbal or more distracted.

Thank goodness this isn't our playground! If it keeps raining much longer it might be.

My Kara has a blog now!!! See the link on the side? Click on it and leave her a comment. Or else.

Things I am proud of:

I know what to do with 30 pounds of fresh tomatoes.

Seeing a gutted deer hanging from a tree in someones lawn doesn't bother me anymore.

I can't remember the last time nylons and high heels were even an option.

A date with my husband is a long walk on a country road.

When I ask what I can bring over for dinner, they always say pie.

I think about my garden in January.

Paul and I used our new snowshoes today at White Pass