Elementary Aide!

Today was my first day of Elementary Teacher Aide and I love it so much! Just on the first day I had so much fun! I really like the teacher I work with and the class. I'm working in the second grade and there are three kids from my ward in that class (only one of them recognized me though). Just from one day I have so many stories!
So there's this girl in the class that's really attached to me already. When the teacher gave the math lesson she asked me to walk around the classroom to make sure everybody was understanding what was going on. When I walked past this one girl she asked me for help. It was clear she understood what to do, so I'm guessing she wanted an excuse to talk to me. When I was in the middle of helping her with math she said, "Did you know that you look really pretty today?" I giggled and said thank you and continued helping her with math. Then it was time to clean up so the kids could go out to recess and she asked me if I could go out and play with her. I told her I had to talk to her teacher and she conspiratorially whispered, "Ask the teacher if you can play!" I actually went and asked the teacher if she needed help during recess preparing for the next thing and she said yes so I went back to the little girl and told her to go play and if I was allowed I would go outside later. When she came back in from recess she said, "Miss Spencer, I had so much fun at recess!" and she gave me a huge hug! For the rest of the day the children did stations and she wanted me to go with her to her station, which was painting. I asked the teacher if I could supervise the paint station and she said yes so I went and sat by the girl. She started painting and saw the my ID card that I have to wear at the Elementary School. In my picture I was wearing an orange shirt and today I was wearing an orange shirt (not really a coincidence since I have five orange shirts) and she talked to me about how it was funny that my picture wasn't taken today but I had an orange shirt on both times. Then she went off on an adjacent and said, "You should wear a cute outfit tomorrow. YOU SHOULD WEAR A DRESS!!!! Tomorrow is picture day and since we are all going to look cute you should too!" Well, I don't wear dresses unless I have to. So I didn't make any promises but I told her I would think about it :)
Today was so much fun and I am so excited to go back tomorrow!

I can work on that....

I stink at this whole blogging thing! I always forget and it's been soooo long since I last posted anything! So here's what's been happening lately:
Girls Camp this year wasn't as adventurous as I had imagined. But, heck, it was Stake. There's not much you can do when you have Stake leaders and Ward leaders nagging on you all the time. The thing that marked this year over every other year was the drama. I'm sad to say that there was so much more drama this year than any other year I've been to camp. And I was brought into all of it. Sigh.
School started for us on the 31st of August. Which is kind of annoying that it started so late because now we get out a week later and next year school starts a week earlier. So we get one less week of summer next year. This year of school I, surprisingly, got the classes I wanted. Last year and the year before I had at least four classes that I didn't ask for. My schedule this year is:
A-Day
Intro to Culinary Arts
Intro to Calculus
Seminary
Elementary Teacher Aide

B-Day
English
Astronomy
History
Elementary Teacher Aide

School has been fairly uneventful, but I have a couple horror stories I'd like to share. My freshman year I had an english teacher named Mrs. Mills. Well, she switched over to Rocky and to Junior english. I got her again this year. I was hoping that maybe she wouldn't remember me, but she did. Now in english she always asks, "Rebecca, do you remember doing this?" and, "I had Rebecca in my English class two years ago" to the class and so on. Great, this year will be kind of annoying.
Second story. Last year I took Foods and Nutrition and my teacher was Mrs. McClendon. On the first day of school this year I got my schedule and I didn't have any fourth period classes written on it. So fourth period that day I went to the office and talked to a couple people about my schedule. I was told that I didn't have my information turned in for the Elementary teacher aide class and I needed to do that before they could place me. So I was just sitting in the office for an hour and a half until school got out. The next day I turned in all my information and I was able to go to class. When I walked in, Mrs. McClendon said, "Rebecca! You're in this class? That's wonderful!" Why do my teachers remember my name? Hmph

Uhhhh.... Sorry?

This isn't going to be an update post. Because there's nothing to update on! Bahahaha, man, life is fun right now.... But I just want to apologize for not writing on my blog for a very very very long time. But I will promise a post by the end of the week. Girls camp is coming up and I'm bound to have at least one story. Hopefully.

The End

Sending Terri Home :(

On Sunday we took Teresa to the airport so she could go back home to Germany. I'm pretty sure all of us were crying by the time she left. After living with her for six months, it's strange not having her around anymore to watch a movie with me, or to help me with dinner, or to make many delicious desserts (We all enjoyed that a lot ;) ). When we sent her to California we knew we would see her again. But this time we sent her home. Hopefully somebody in our family gets the chance to go to Germany in the future to see her again :)

Teresa,
We miss you so much! We have made so many silly mistakes like putting an extra plate at the dinner table, and going to your room to see if you could help us with something and so many more! Even though we miss you, we are so happy that you are with your family again. We are so grateful that they would share an amazing girl like you with us :) Thanks for all the good times!
We love you!
Love, Rebecca

Mmmm... Summer Rain

I love the rain. I always have. But there is something special about a summer rain. I don't know how to describe it, but for some reason it makes me feel like the world is so wonderful and it helps me see the real beauty of it. It rained today and I loved walking from seminary back to the school, feeling the little drops on my skin. I am looking forward to so many more summer storms this year :)

Anybody Up For Swimming?

Um, not me. Don't get me wrong, I love to swim. Well if I could swim. So maybe I should say I like to relax in the pool :) But maybe this year I might be able to learn how... emphasis on the maybe. For some reason I just can't swim which really stinks :( But oh well, life goes on ;)

Ugh Summer! :(

Winter has always been my favorite season. We are fast approaching summer and, like always, it's a bad/good situation. Bad because it's so freaking hot and I hate it. Today it's supposed to be ninety six degrees and even at six in the morning I'm burning. It's good because it's a break from school. School is finally almost out and I cannot wait! It's also good because we can go swimmming. But that doesn't really mean anything since we can swim in winter. And it's inside in the winter so there is no possible chance of getting sunburned. So when you think about it, winter comes out on top. The school people should just split summer vacation in half and leave one and a half months for summer and move one and a half months to winter. I would be soooo much happier during the winter break :)

96 degrees! :(

Ice Skating

I have only been ice skating once in my life. So it would be an accurate guess to think that I am not particularly good. Last night was a multi-Stake priest/laurel activity. And we were going ice skating. Last time I went I enjoyed myself very much. So I was actually excited to go! When we got on the ice it was very crowded and I couldn't fit on the wall. I just went out and started to try skating. Of course I wasn't very balanced since I hadn't been on for very long. A kid was doing spins and stuff and he kinda ran right into me. We both fell on our butts and I cut my hand. Great first five minutes huh? It wasn't a bad cut so I just got up and kept going. After a while I was actually able to go an okay speed. Not too fast, not too slow.

The last period I had yesterday was Biology. There's a boy in my class (for the purpose of the story I'll call him Bobby) and he doesn't exactly like to do his work. He often steals my paper and copies my work. Well yesterday we had a huge assignment and I spent almost the whole class working on it while he just talked to his friends. I was done with about fifteen minutes left in class. I kind of hid my paper so Bobby couldn't copy my answers (it was starting to bug me that he was copying everything). Since Bobby spent the whole class talking, he didn't get any work done so he got an F. I guess he wasn't too happy with that. Now, to tie this into ice skating...

Bobby is in my Stake so he was at the ice skating rink. He was standing against the wall in the rink when it was about time to go. I was going pretty fast and he thought it would be funny to trip me when I skated by. So he stuck his foot out and dug the back of the skate into the ice right before I passed him. I didn't have enough time to swerve out of the way and I tripped. I landed on the right side of my body, right on my phone. When I looked up at Bobby, him and his cohorts were laughing at me and only one of them was decent enough to help me up and ask if I was okay. When I got home I was sore, but that was expected. Today I looked at my bruises and they are absolutely hideous. I have a huge, dark bruise extending from the middle of my rib cage on my right side to my hip. I have a bump on my elbow, and more icky bruises on my knees. It kills to even walk so school was even more torturous than normal today.

I was satisfied this morning when I noticed that Bobby skipped our P.E. class today. I saw him at lunch too and he turned around and walked away. I don't know why he is avoiding me though. Since he is in my fitness class he knows how weak I am so he shouldn't be afraid. And if he feels bad he should just apologize. Oh well. But I think I might hold off on ice skating for a while...

Dance Festival

It's been almost three weeks since the Dance Festival was over and I still haven't posted anything about it... my bad. Let me just say that I am soooo relieved that it is finally over. IT'S FINALLY OVER!!!! Hooray! After spending so much time practicing and learning the dance, I am so glad it's over. I'm just going to summarize this whole experience from the beginning:

The first few practices were unbearably painful. We were all stuck with a dance we didn't like, and with the other ward that we weren't particularly fond of (very Christ-like, eh?). Nobody would freaking listen so the leaders were constantly frustrated. The first part of the dance was just a simple line dance, but for some reason it took forever for us to get it down. We had no idea what was really in store for us!

After a while it got a little better, but we were incredibly short on guys. I got a wonderful idea and asked my fabulous father if he would learn the dance and come to practices with me. He said yes and I must admit that the practices actually became fun :) We were still very short on guys at the practices though so there were some partnerless girls in the back (we would rotate every once in a while. When I say we I mean all the other girls. I stayed with my daddy :) ). Our leaders didn't know how to solve the problem of finding more boys. For weeks they would tell us to invite friends from school to participate with us. Since boys are basically lame, we still didn't have enough. My leaders found a possible answer to this madness. And they brought in deacons. Whoohoo. And just my luck, I was assigned one of them being my partner. Even more fun. Out of five deacons, I must say I got the best one ;) Since I now had a partner, my dad didn't have to come anymore which made me sad. So practices went back to the somewhat dull activity.

Since the deacons were coming in late, they didn't know any of the dance and it was just a couple weeks before the performance day. They had to have extra practices and I volunteered to be one of the girls to help lead the boys (all of the girls that were partnered with the deacons led. It was hilarious!) since one of those boys was my partner. I think we had three more practices than everybody else, and the young men got it down :)

Learning formations was one of the most tedious things we did. It was absolutely insane. Nobody would listen or stay in their spots so we were continually confused. Ugh, people sometimes. Again, just my luck, I was at the very very very corner of the performance stage. Very corner. That's not cool. I would have been happier if I was somewhere inbetween the middle and the side of the stage, but that's not what happened. Dang.

Dress Rehearsal was......... fun? Um, no. Not at all. I thought our costumes would be to our ankles and they would just flow straight down (that's how they were the last time they did the dance festival and they just used the same costumes). Um, no. They altered the skirts. First off, I want to state our colors (we got two colors for the technical part of the dance). Imagine bright pink and bright green. Now times that brightness by ten. Holy wow. Now back to the alterations. They cut the skirts so they were more mid-calf, which I didn't mind. But they added netting to the bottom and they sewed the skirt to make it look like it had layers. We had to wear a white T-shirt (tucked in... ew) and they made us scarves to put on our shoulders. The scarves kept falling off and the netting kept ripping our nylons. From up close, we looked awful. But some people said we looked fine from far away. Hopefully they weren't saying that just to comfort us, because we knew we looked absolutely horrid. The young men wore dark jeans, a sunday shirt, and they got bandanas that matched the color of their partner's skirt. Of course they looked fine. Hmph :(

Performance day was Saturday April 25th. And it lasted all day long. We went to the Taco Bell Arena (BSU's basketball court) at noon and stayed until eleven at night. The whole day was pretty crazy and very very warm. When we got there it was our Stake's turn to get on the floor and mark our positions of where we would stand. We went through our entrance, our dance, and our exit. Then we went back upstairs (we were all the way up on the second level. Let's just say that every one of us was sick of those stairs by the end of the day. Most traveled them ten or so times) and did a whole bunch of this and that. We went back downstairs and practiced our hairspray dance (this dance was everybody all on the floor... if you call it a dance. It just looked like we were waving our arms) and found our positions which was very time consuming (this is an off story, but in the hairspray dance some of the lines of people have to combine to make aisles. The guy in front of me is a beefy boy and he totally bootie bumped me on purpose. Yeah, I moved a few people back after that. Anyway, back to the story...) and very obnoxious. We got dressed a few hours before the performance and had another dress rehearsal. Funness. We went back upstairs and sat in our seats waiting for the performance to start. Just my luck, our dance was the very last one. Isn't that just wonderful? So we were all anxiously waiting in our seats just wanting to be done with our dance.

The actual performance was kind of lame. When I was in dance, I would always have a little rush of nervousness and butterflies before a recital. Not this time. It made it not quite as fun, but oh well. When we were waiting in our lines in the lobbies waiting for the other Stake to finish, we were all talking quietly. A boy in my ward came up to me and asked me what my ending pose with my partner was. I told him not to laugh and it was pretty lame so he promised not to laugh. My partner and I were going to make guns out of our hands and "shoot" each other. The boy was just like, "Wow. That is lame." I started to complain and said that my partner, Jake, couldn't lift me. The boy, Sid, just said, "You're kidding me! I could lift you and I'm shorter than him!" You have to understand that Sid is my height. I just laughed and said yeah right. Sid said, "If I can lift you, you owe me a Sobe." I agreed and Sid just walked over and lifted me. What the crap?! So I ended up in debt, and I owed him a Sobe. After Sid let me down, I walked over to Jake and told him to lift me. And he couldn't. But now it was time to go on and perform our dance so that put a little damper on my performance.

When everybody was gone, there was a multi-Stake dance held in the Taco Bell Arena. Yeah, I went, much to everybody's surprise. Of course Emilea was making me laugh the whole time, so it wasn't all bad. After the dance the young women in our ward piled into the man van and we went out for ice cream. It was soooo good after a whole day of just having an apple, fruit snacks, and soda (by the way, whoever decided to give us pop instead of water is a complete idiot. Since I was dehydrated, I got a very bad headache and I went to the nurse after the performance. I got ibuprofen and a water bottle. I consumed four full bottles of water in half an hour. I'm pretty sure anybody there could have done the same). Since I had ice cream I was on a little sugar high. We got home at about twelve thirty and I couldn't sleep for another few hours... that's why I try not to eat sweets at night ;)

Everybody said that the Dance Festival would be something we will always remember. I do agree it will be remembered. Probably mostly remembered for the ending :)

I am so out of the loop!

I don't know what's been happening, because I've been out of it for a month. I know that sounds weird, but I am seriously out of the loop. I don't know what movies are out, I don't know what day it is today, I don't know anything! I haven't updated my blog for almost two months.... oops. I'll try to do better though. There's always May ;)

Are You a Bucket Filler?

Last week my whole family (on my mom's side) got together for our monthly FHE. My grandma was in charge of the lesson and I think she shared a wonderful story. I had never heard it before, so I want to share part of it now.

Have You Filled a Bucket Today? (it isn't the full story, but it's the beginning)

When I got home I was really inspired to try to do better. To try to be kind to people, even those I don't know. On the mirror in my bedroom I wrote, "I will do something to fill someone's bucket today," as a gentle reminder. Every day so far I have smiled at somebody or talked to somebody I wouldn't normally smile at or talk to.

A couple weeks ago my young womens leader said that teenagers are just naturally concerned about themselves and only themselves. I didn't exactly agree with her at first, but boy was I wrong! Thinking about others recently really helped me see how selfish I've been, and how blessed I am to have the friends I have.

I have a little challenge for you: Ask yourself if you are always trying to be a bucket filler to everybody you see. If the answer is yes, congratulations. Keep doing what you're doing and maybe even try to do better. If the answer is no, start trying to take notice of everybody around you. It really is a blessing to be a bucket filler. As the book says, when you fill somebody else's bucket, you fill your own as well. I would very highly recommend buying the book, so you can read the full thing :)

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday Teresa!!!!
Happy Sixteen! I hope you are enjoying your birthday here in our house!
Love, Becca ;)

Hahaha funny story!

Today I went tubing with my family. It was a lot of fun and dangerous, but really funny at the same time. After I had gone down one of the runs, I started walking with my tube up to where the tube pull was and tried catch up with Chrissie. There was a little boy standing over to the side and he said, "Hey you!" I didn't know he was talking to me so I kept walking. Then he said it again and I turned towards him and said, "Yeah?" He smiled and said, "Can I have your number?" I couldn't help but laughing a little and I asked him how old he was. He happily replied he was ten. I said, "Sorry, kid. I'm almost sixteen!" His face kinda dropped (do I really look that young?!) and he looked back at me. He said, "Can I still have your number?" I laughed again and sarcastically replied, "Maybe if you have an older brother," and walked away. It was so funny I was laughing for a while :) I feel kinda bad for him though...

P.S. This is my 40th post :D Yay!

Pure Relief!

I just want to share something that makes my heart jump with hope and excitement. I was thinking about this yesterday and I didn't exactly notice until then how happy I was from this little piece of information.

On Trek (a year and a half ago) I had three brothers; Austin, Alex, and Tanner. I think Tanner was the one I was closest to, so I got to know him kinda well. We never really got to know where he stood in the church. He knew a lot about it, we just weren't sure if he'd gotten a testimony of it yet.

A few months after Trek, I saw him at school. I can't explain how sad I was when I saw him. He'd dyed his very long hair black, he had piercings, and he was hanging out with the wrong friends. It's a sad thing to think that he had such HUGE possibilities.

I haven't seen Tanner since our last Trek reunion which was about two weeks after Trek. A couple weeks ago, we had a Dance Festival kick-off. After it I was looking around and was surprised to see Tanner! A gigantic wave of hope, happiness, and relief went over me, and I almost started crying. Tanner was dressed in Sunday clothes, he didn't have his piercings anymore, he had a missionary haircut, and his hair was back to blonde. He looked so happy too. I just can't explain how joyful that made me, how relieved I was that people can make such huge changes like that. It was absolutely amazing seeing him overcome that.

Dance Festival

So we had our first practice for the dance festival yesterday... fun fun. We are doing a country swing/line dance. That right there kinda put everybody down immediately. I have a friend in a different Stake that is doing the Salsa. I'm extremely jealous, but life goes on. Anyway, there is a website that has videos of the dances I'm going to learn. If you want to check them out, go to the blogs I read section on the right hand side of my blog and click on dance festival. The first video is to "you can't stop the beat" from Hairspray, and I am actually kinda excited about that, but I have no idea how they will get the boys to do that. The next two videos are the country crap we're doing. Yippee.

I just have to say that I am kind of mad about this whole thing. If you're going to get us to dance, have us dance. Not just two songs, we can do better than that. I think it's kinda lame that the last time they did the dance festival everybody did four dances. And if they had us do that, each Stake would get two dances. That would make me happier because then we wouldn't just have our line dance :( I don't even know why they are just teaching us two dances this year...

Winter Ice Carnival

My family went to McCall yesterday to look at the ice sculptures. They were so fantastic! Just like every year, I was in total amazement. We saw so many, and we took a lot of pictures. My favorite one was definitely the castle!

My second favorite was kind of weird :) There was one that was totally random and I don't understand what it is. But it's a fat man sitting on a large table type thing. Behind it is a cave, and behind that is a huge slide! But he was my new buddy and I couldn't help but hug him or go down the slide :)

This year's carnival was very enjoyable! I am excited to go again next year!

New Year's Eve

Oh my goodness! I totally forgot! I had a huge story about my New Years celebrations, and I completely forgot to write about it! So off I go, back to December 31st.

Okay so I didn't have any plans for New Years Eve (no surprise there) except watching my little sister. That day I was asked by my neighbor to take care of her dog while they just took a quick road trip for the holiday. She asked if I could go to their house at night on New Years Eve, and in the morning for New Years Day. Well I got caught up with a video game I was playing (games can be addicting) so I didn't notice I was supposed to go until about 11:30 at night. I got all bundled up and asked Chrissie if she wanted to come with me. She said yes so I waited while she got all dressed. Without even thinking, we went outside and started walking to Emilea's house (well we weren't walking. Chrissie wanted to race so we were running). To get to Emilea's house, there is a dark pathway that you have to take.

I had forgotten that people like to party on New Years. We were walking through the pathway and some people started yelling at us. Chrissie and I just kept running and made it to Emilea's house very quickly. We played with the dog for about half an hour and, of course, I forgot about the people that yelled at us.

It was time to go home and Chrissie wanted to race again so we were running. When we got onto the pathway again, the same people started yelling at us. I guess they were prepared for us this time, because some of the jumped the three foot fence and started chasing us. They were chasing us!!!!! They looked about late teens, early twenties and VERY physically fit.

After a few seconds I noticed they still hadn't caught us! Me and Chrissie aren't particularly fast (like, at all) and we were still freely running. I looked back and they were drunkenly staggering, trying to keep up with us. I also noticed that Chrissie had stopped running. I didn't want to scare Chrissie so I kept saying, "I'm going to beat you Chrissie!" Chrissie kept walking. I looked back again and they people were walking away! I don't know why, but they just left us alone! We were just in front of my house and I was breathing so hard! Chrissie caught up to me and I asked her why she didn't run. She simply replied, "I ran out of juice."

First of all, you don't run out of juice! If you are being chased, you don't just stop! You keep running as if for you life (which may sometimes be the case).

Note to Self: Next time, don't try to not scare Chrissie. Scare her so she will actually run!

Moral of this story: Don't go out walking on New Years Eve. It's bad news all the way around!

New Beginnings

Okay so since it's February, we had New Beginnings for young womens tonight. We were just told on Sunday that we would be singing a song. Great..... For you to understand this, you have to know that only like two girls in our ward actually sing. And we were only given Sunday and a little time on Monday to practice. Jeez, give us more time, people! I think it's called "Keepers of His light" and it's a really pretty song. But I was terrified and I thought we would totally butcher it. In young womens on Sunday we all listened to the song being sung on a CD, then a woman played it on the piano. Then we all stood up and started singing. I was completely amazed. Sounds actually came out of our mouths! Who saw that one coming?! But it actually turned out very well and we got a lot of compliments tonight :) YAY!!!!

Question. Why do we welcome the new Beehives in at New Beginnings? There was a girl that we 'welcomed in' that had been in young womens for almost a year. I think it's kinda silly to notice them all at the same time, after some had been in the program for a while. Oh well. It doesn't really matter.

But I am actually really excited for the new young womens value, virtue. We had a great program tonight speaking about it, and I'm glad the first Presidency added it.

How Embarrassing!

Okay so I'm in fitness this semester (again. Sigh.) and it really isn't too bad so far! I was completely shocked, but then again it makes sense. Last semester my class had 50 or so students and two teachers. This semester we have 50 students and ONE teacher. Isn't that sad?! I feel really bad for him because he seems stressed every moment in that class.

Anyways, lately we have been doing a lot of weight room things (I still need to work on my bench press. My teacher wants me to get to 100 pounds by the end of the year... yikes). Until Wednesday when we ran the mile, we hadn't really done much. And of course, after we had one extreme work out day, the rest of the week had to match it. So the last few days have been intense in P.E.

Yesterday we were upstairs doing a whole bunch of different things. Near the end of the period we were doing squats. There were four lines and we stopped on each of them, the first one doing five squats and descending in number the further we get down the gym. Since we did squats all the time last semester, I can do them correctly. Well I guess I was doing them too correctly because when I went down one of the times, my pants ripped. They ripped! Right in the butt, too! So I started being a little more relaxed in my squats for the rest of the period. And I tried to keep my shirt over my behind.

When I got into the locker room I took my pants off and examined the tear. It actually didn't tear all the way, thank goodness! But yes, that was still a little embarrassing. So all period today in fitness I tried not to stretch it anymore, and did it successfully :)

"Wow, some people need lives"

Okay I just have a few short things to say. The title, "Wow, some people need lives" and that some people need to stop being stupid. I think that covers it all.

Making Butterflies!!

Okay so I share my bedroom with my sister and she wanted her side to have a theme (since mine has one). For Christmas Chrissie got a butterfly bedspread and sheets. She decided she wanted to make her theme simply butterflies. Since my theme is princesses, I have a little princess mobile above my bed and Chrissie wanted one similar to that, only with butterflies. I went online and printed out some butterflies and traced seven of them onto pieces of paper. Chrissie and I started coloring them a few days ago and we finally hung them up today!

Here are Chrissie's Butterflies:

Here are my Butterflies:

And these are all of them together (Chrissie's are on the top and mine are on the bottom). They turned out so well!

I am more than perfectly content!

Okay so I was getting a little bored of my last blog background because it just wasn't me. So this morning I asked Sami to make a background for me and this is it! I am so excited! This one is my favorite one that I've had so far (maybe that's because it's full of princesses!) and every time I see it, I am so happy! It is so colorful and... well, happy! So I think I'll be sticking with this one for a while. I may change the colors of the text and stuff around (I didn't do too well on the colors this time through) but the background is staying :D

How Many Hicks Does It Take?

Hahaha okay so I went to a little party at Meridian the other day with kids from FFA. Right when I walked in a kid started to Emilea and I couldn't help but laugh. He was talking about how he was tired and stuff and to me he kinda looked like he was hungover but he was just tired. Anyway, we got pizza, pop, and a table and watched Journey to the Center of the Earth. The movie was playing through the computer and showed on the smartboard through the projector. Partway through, the windows screensaver showed up so a kid walked over to the computer to fix it. When he got the screensaver to go away, the movie was minimized and he wanted to make it full again. He was pressing a button that he apparently thought made the screen bigger, but it didn't do anything. He kept pressing it, expecting it to have a different outcome (that's my dad's definition of "stupid" by the way. Just thought I'd mention that). Since he couldn't get it another kid walked up. He couldn't get it either so another one walked up.

So my question is: How many hicks does it take to maximize a screen on the computer?
Answer: Three.

Question Two: How many hicks does it take to combined get over a 300 score in bowling? Answer: Five.

There were five boys bowling next to us and they weren't all that grand at bowling... but not many people in the world are. I think the best score one of them got was ninety and the next best was seventy and then fifty (I don't remember the other two). Whoohoo!

Question Three: How many Meridianites does it take to have a fun time bowling?
Answer: Just three :)

Bowling was so much fun! I had a blast with all my new hick friends ;)

Safe at Home

Teresa arrived safely at the airport last night at around 1 o'clock. Her flight was supposed to land at 11, but there was some delay in Chicago and her flight was late. After a very exhausting trip, she is probably very relieved to finally be here. We stayed up until 3 talking and getting ready for bed and stuff. And let me tell you, it was so hard getting up this morning for school after just three hours of sleep. But I very much enjoyed today, knowing I would be home shortly. We are all so grateful for Teresa to be here!

Words of Wisdom for the day:

"If you think you're in a giant worm, shoot the ground and you'll find out."
-Mary Alice and Chef Duff, Ace of Cakes

This is my first post of 2009 (I know I'm a day late on the first day of the year, but it's still exciting!)! I am so excited and I can't wait to see what this year will bring me!