so you want to be a teacher?!?

Monday: No kids in the classroom because of the holiday. Amy and friends go to Flagstaff, I go to classroom to get caught up on some extra work. I began working at 10:00 a.m. thinking I would be home soon and play some video games...at 8:00 p.m. I make it home right before Amy. Time spent in classroom...10 hours

Tuesday: Kids for the rest of the week. Amy goes home sick from the cold that my kids gave her. I get to stay in the classroom until 6:30, getting ready for the next day...which I thought I had done on Monday. Brought work home to grade! Time spent in classroom....10 1/2 hours.

Wednesday: Meeting I forgot about, but that's ok. Had to take down the science fair and lost time getting work done anyway. Take down science fair, begin grading papers, stay in classroom to do online class for the meeting, go to meeting, get home at 8:30. Brought work home to grade! Time spent in classroom.....12 1/2 hours.

Thursday: After-school tutoring until 4:30, from 4:30-5:00 realized that I wasn't ready to start my new program. Amy picked me up at 5:00, after survivor I went back to the classroom. Got back home at midnight. Time spent in the classroom.....13 hours.

Friday: Came home with a lot of work to grade, determined not to go back to the classroom for more than an hour on the weekend. Time spent in the classroom....9 hours.

Amount of time the school required me to be at the school this week: 32 hours!
Time spent at school this week: 55 hours!
Amount of "Overtime": 23 hours! (Worth $345)
"Overtime" paid:


I know....that was a good joke, wasn't it!

Stupid Kids!

It is almost 2:00 in the morning and I am sitting on the couch, sucking on a cough drop. Once again, I'm sick as a dog and have shared it with Amy. Who do you have to blame...the stupid kids! Being a teacher is tough. When things go around, you have a higher probability of catching them. Example, most people talk to others from a comfortable 2-3 feet away. Kids don't respect that boundry. As soon as they come in they are right up in your face. I'm the meanest teacher in Hulet, and they still come up and give me hugs or want to tell me stories. Then they give you their stuff...germs everywhere. I feel like I'm constantly in a battle for the very existence of my immune system.

I know it isn't the kids fault, but it is fun to blame it on them. We just put up the science fair and I have been going through a lot of stress as Kim and I are the two people in charge of everything. I've been trying to postpone this cold so that I could get everything up and running. On Wednesday, the science fair went up. On Thursday, the cold got a little worse, on Friday, a lot worse.

So...here I am, sucking on a lasange as I try to get my coughing to stop. Amy is asleep in the bedroom, so that she can get some sleep as I'm coughing up my spleen. Hopefully, my last fit of coughing didn't wake her, and I can go back to sleep. I have to cover for the library ladies in church today and don't want to go in sick.

Blog at you all later!

(TAKEN is a great movie!)

GO CARDS!!!

V-DAY

Number of Levels:100

Count of Enemy Tanks Destroyed:540

Spending hours of time playing games that don't matter to anyone but yourself and your pride: Priceless!!!

In my defence, I also did the laundry, cleaned the restroom, swept/swiffered the floors, and washed the dishes while Amy and friend Linda were out and about.

ABBY ROCKS!!!














So, yesterday I blogged about how much of a devil cat Abby could be....today I retract my blog.

Amy went to El Rancho with some friends, which gave me some alone time. Now, when I have alone time, it means that I am doing one of two things. I am playing video games or I am watching my guy movies. You know, blood, guts, gore...all that fun stuff. Well, Amy went to El Rancho and I came home and turned on the Tank game. If you read yesterday's blog, you will know that I blamed my ultimate defeat and death on the cat. However...I found a picture of someone playing online, and I watched their video. It was pretty impressive. I took some of the techniques I saw and applied them today.

The end result was getting to level 94...only 6 levels away from the ultimate prize of whooping the game. I had a personal best of about 475 tanks destroyed and I owe it all to the cat. If she had left me alone yesterday, I don't think I could have done what I did today.

Total time of playing....1:25 minutes on just one game. Talk about an endeavor.

(P.S. Thanks to all of you who come in and read my ramblings.)

Like a hawk, Abby watches, waiting for a chance to attack. Today I was playing one of my favorite games, Wii Play tank game. I had just passed level 55....about 257 tanks killed. I gained one more tank for beating 55 and was beginning to get my groove on, when Abby ran her fat head into my hand. The controller moved, my target moved, and I died!

Frustrated, I shut the game down and came here to blog. That darn cat!

I texted Amy, who is in a meeting, first. I let her know that I was glad she made the decisino to buy the football platter, just in case we watched the superbowl. Then I called my dad who was celebrating out at the power plant with his workbuds. He is off on Superbowl Sunday, so there will be a get together. After my wife, then my dad, I came here to tell you!

The Cardinals are going to the Super Bowl. I have been a Cardinals fan for more than 17 years. Some of my fondest memories were sitting down with my dad, watching football. These Sunday afternoons were huge jumping points in our relationship as we talked, yelled, laughed, and yelled some more at the television.

For those 17 years I have watched disheartened as the Cardinals have given us a glimmer of hope, but lost it as the season went on. I remember the first time they made the playoffs, since I have been a fan, back in 1998. It was during this year that I graduated and went on my mission. One of the greatest moments of my life was watching the Cardinals beat the Cowboys in the first round of the play offs. As any true Cardinals fan knows, the Cowboys are of the devil. In the MTC I got the news that the Minnesota Vikings bumped the Cardinals out of the race in the second round.

On my mission, my dad kept me informed on the progress of the Cards. I loved getting these letters, most of them starting with, "Well, the Cardinals dropped another game." It was painful, but we hung in there.

Now, the Cardinals are in the Super Bowl and I am happier than a kid in a candy store with a million bucks. In fact, I'm so happy that I'm not even mad at those fans who just joined the team this year. So, to end, Go Cards! Kick some butt in the Super Bowl. Thank you for all the great years and for many more to come!!!