Stealing villian

I just realized I used the same title as Melanie. Sorry Mel. It must have just stuck in my head.

Stealing villian

I just realized I used the same title as Melanie. Sorry Mel. It must have just stuck in my head.

Pretty in pink

I went to my sister's house to pick up Dresden yesterday. She found out that Kyath was watching them and she ran to my house to rescue Dresden. When I picked her up she was clean, having just had a bath. Her hair had a cute little braid with a pink bow. She was wearing a new outfit. Debbie had bought her brand new shoes, and so Dresden was showing them off. But the first thing Dresden showed me were her painted fingernails. It was so cute. It is so fun to have a girl. Luckily I have a sister that takes care of her with so much love and dresses her up so cute.

Big sigh of relief

I have been obsessed about the whole professional thing. I think what I worry about the most was whether I was one of the ones that the principal was talking about yesterday. She came in my room today and I asked her to give me more info on what kind of professional dress she was talking about. Apparently I wasn't the only one worried. She said that there were many that were asking her about it. Apparently, she was wearing jeans yesterday. From a distance they just looked like dress pants. So I am not as stress about it as I was. I am still going to step it up a little bit though.

Great, just great

Today in our training the principal asked us to dress more professional. I agree with her. Teachers should dress professional. Then she pointed to her clothes and commented that she did not consider her clothes professional. Let me just describe what she was wearing. She had on a really cute blouse and tan pants. She looked really good. To me, she looked professional. So now I am really worried. When I was hired I bought a good pair of pants and a business suit. That is the extent to my professional clothes. I have two skirts that I mix in with that. Last year my collegues gave me a hard time because I tried to dress up. But now that I know what she considers professional, and I am worried. I look at my wardrobe and I realize that I am going to have to find a way to add professional clothes to my wardrobe. Even if I had five outfits that I could wear I would be happy. Like I said, I agree that teachers should dress professionally.

Back to school

While families are trying to fit in the last of their summer activities, I will be in trainings. Tomorrow the school year officially starts for me. I can not tell you how incredibily excited I am.

I still have a ton to do before the 19th, our first day of school. I have spent a little time each day all summer getting ready. I have spent more time recently.

I have really struggled with a theme for my classroom. Finally Porter helped me decided on "Wild for learning". I have made huge wild animals out of cardboard and covered them with material to look like the animal. So far I have an elephant, tiger, cougar, lion, and panther. I have to wait for my next paycheck to buy the material and glue sticks to finish the panther and the lion. I have also made two trees. I think it will look really cool in my room. I will have to post pictures.

I still have a lot to do. I have to make a ton of copies. I need to do my bulletin boards. I have to finish getting my room ready. But I am loving every minute of it.

Why I believe

I know there are those that read my blog that are not religious. Some are even agnostic. Most of you know that I am Mormon. My parents are members and their parents were members. Growing up in Utah there are many Mormons. So it is easy to live life believing while relying on someone else's testimony.

I have to admit that every Sunday I just look at the large gathering of people amazed that they believe and that they are strong members. Maybe that comes from serving a mission in Germany where there were many branches not big enough to be wards. How can so many people believe that there is a God? How can so many people believe in the atonement? How can so many people get their whining family ready every Sunday and try to keep them quiet during sacrament meeting? What keeps them coming back? The only answer I have is that they must get answers to their prayers.

I am one to lose things all the time. I am way to used to it. This last week I have had to find three important things. I lost my keys to my school and classroom, my cell phone and the keys to Kyath's locker. I have looked everywhere imaginable. I looked in the normal spots and then I spread out the search. Nothing.

I decided that I could have the school make another copy of the keys. I would just have to admit that I lost them. I could go without the cell phone. Without the key, Kyath would just have to quit football.

Okay, I wasn't okay about Ky quiting football. I was ready to get metal cutters and start ripping apart these great lockers we just bought just to get his football equipment. I had been searching three days for the key. Don calmed me down and offered a prayer asking that we would find Ky's locker key. Then we went off to search. I checked my pockets and woala! There was the key. I had searched all of Ky's pants, but neglected to search mine. We found the key 30 minutes before Ky's football practice.

The day before that I had prayed to find my keys. I mentioned in my prayer that I had been under a lot of stress and that finding the keys would relieve a great deal of that. That day I found my keys.

Today I finally found my phone. I am sure everyone knows just how useless you feel without a cell phone. I am so dependent on it. Of course I didn't realize that until I lost it. I have called the phone many times because I knew it was charged and that it was on. But I never did hear it ringing. Last night it occurred to me that I had searched all the cars except the Galaxy. We hardly drive the Galaxy and so I didn't think I needed to. When the thought came to me, it was dark. The car doesn't have a dome light. I waited till today to look. Guess what I found?

So when I think of all the people that choose to believe in a God, I think it is because God answers prayers. He answers them no matter how simple or stupid the prayer is. He answers every time. Sometimes the answer is no or not on your life. But he answers every time.