Ned always complains that I take forever to get out of car, but it takes me a little while to get all of my things together and organized before I'm ready. In my defence, I usually carry a lot more around than he does, including a big tote, one or more textbooks, and at least 1 litter of water. Well, this morning I arrived at work and was listening to the end of some country song while I got my books together and wolfed down the rest of my breakfast. I wasn't really paying attention, and all of a sudden this man came up and tried to get inside the driver side door. He just about sat on me! At first he looked a little confused about what I was doing in his car and then he quickly appologized for accidentally getting into mine. I told the story to my friend at lunch, and she was kind of shocked and asked if I was scared and so on. It didn't even occur to me that he could be trying to steal my car or something like that. I guess it's a combination of living in Utah and working at an elementary school. (Who would try to pull something like that with a ton of kids around?)

Later tonight, I was in class, half taking notes, half drawing pictures, when I noticed the guy behind me was totally leaning over my shoulder and watching my every move. I felt so violated! It made me really uncomfortable, and I wanted to say something to him. Of course, I didn't, and I'm sure I was overreacting. It's not like I had anything to hide in my notes, but it really upset me. How come I don't even flinch at a possible car-jacker, but this guy peeking at my notes gets under my skin so much?

Weekend Get-away

Ned and I decided that, since we don't have any kids yet, we should really enjoy our lack of responsibility and try to take a lot more quick, spur of the moment trips this year. So far we haven't come up with many ideas of what to do or where to go. If you have any suggestions, please let us know!

At least somebody had a good day!

I actually had a fine day, but not as good as the couple parked in the street right next to Ned's mom's house. Usually you think of her neigborhood park as a calm, child-friendly place, but today a couple in a dark sedan was melting all the snow away. I was hanging out at Rolyne's house just doing a little reasearch, when Ned came back from a delivery. The moment he came in, he started calling out for me to follow him and take a look at what was going on outside. We quickly crept into the bathroom to take a closer look. What we then witnessed was a hard core make-out session that lasted for nearly 2 hours. I'm pretty sure it was a five seat car, but this teenage couple only needed one passenger seat. I could not see the man very well because the girl was covering him, but he didn't look like he had a shirt on. For the most part all I could see was her back side. So there we were, both of us standing in Rolyne's bathtub with our shoes on spying on this car flooded with teenaged hormones. It was like a train wreck; for some reason we just couldn't look away.

Well my first reaction was to do something classy like make an anonymous call to the police and then watch or maybe tap on their window and give a thumbs up, but Ned had a much more tactful plan in mind. We quietly snuck out the back and started launching snow balls over the fence at their car. Unfortunately, this couple was way too absorbed in what they were doing to notice a few chuncks of snow being pelted at them. Just a moment later, a car pulled up, and out popped a little girl all ready for some winter fun at the park. Did this deter the lovers? Well, yes eventually, but not right away. That poor girl will probably be scarred forever.

A perfect 10

Although I was a dancer in my former (premarried) life, I am not what most people would consider graceful. I love a great pair of heels-- in fact, the taller, the better, but that doesn't mean I don't fall down in them. Well yesterday, Ned and I decided to grab a quick dinner at one of our favorite barbeque places. As we came into the building, I got a call from Lori, so I stood at the back of the line while we were talking. When we were done, I turned around and saw that there wasn't a line, so I walked straight forward. Unfortunately, there was a line/crowd control ribbon divider in the way, and I got all tangled up with it. If that wasn't embarassing enough, the girl behind the registed started clapping and a couple in a booth shouted "10! 10!" Not my proudest moment...

Covered Wagons

This one might be a little PG-13 for some of you, but here goes. Apparently I am extremely naive, but I didn't know what the term "covered wagon" meant. I had heard a couple talking one time about how their honeymoon "was all covered wagons and flannel blankets." I assumed that they were talking about some kind of foreplay. Ned ever-so-sweetly informed me of the actual meaning of the term. -- Gross!

I'm sick of this

So I called into work sick today, and I'm feeling kind of guilty. Ned can call in anytime with any reason, and no one at his work bats an eye-- it's really no big deal. It seems like I always find some reason to get mad at him on those mornings. I suppose, subconsciously, I'm jealous. When someone calls in at my work it creates a whirlwind of frenzy and confusion. Who will take this person's kids? Can we pull staff from another classroom? Maybe I can take their kids- no wait that'll give me a triple! Should we cancel a session?? It's one huge hectic mess. I basically can't call in unless there is a really, really good reason. Which brings me back to the guilty part... I've been under the weather for about a week, and last night I was up all night feeling really bad, but then this morning I'm back to being just under the weather again. I mean, I can justify it in my head, but I can't help feeling a little bad.

You get what you pay for!

I decided to go in for a hair cut today, and the beauty school was booked. I always go to the beauty school for my hair cuts because you can choose to have them done by someone who will be graduating within a couple of weeks (not quite as scary), and they're so cheap. I feel like I get a good quality cut, and I don't know if it's because I'm that poor student mentality, but I just can't rationalize spending $40 or $50 on a cut that will need to be redone in four weeks.

Well I decided to try the other beauty school, but I was nervous- Lori had one fantastic cut there, and one not so fantastic cut-but I really didn't want to wait, so I made the appointment. I got in there and appearently she was a new girl, because the teacher did the whole cut. The only problem was she made like 5 snips and called it done. I had to keep calling her back to make adjustments and it felt like pulling teeth to get her to take any hair off... Good thing it only cost $13 for the cut and a brow wax!

Lets get started!

Well I'm not sure how this will go with Ned and I having pretty boring lives, but since everyone else we know seems to have one, we're going to give it a shot. Hopefully it will inspire us to take more pictures...