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Uh Oh

2012-01-27T19:36:00.000-08:00

We've got one of these at our house right now...

And Cody, if you read this, just know that I really do know you're sick. I just like this little clip.

Loving Us

2012-01-23T21:16:00.000-08:00

Sometimes I like look at all of those cutesy, "Life is perfect" blogs (you know what I'm talking about, right?) Sometimes I think to myself, "Hey, maybe I could do that with this little blog." Then I remember that we go to Costco for (romanticthankyou)$4 dinners. And that doesn't make for a great photo-op.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

Because lists seem to be my thing

2012-01-20T12:33:00.000-08:00

*Heard this conversation last night. (Girl on phone with boyfriend)
Girl: Okay, see you later, love you.
Boy: mumble mumble...*apparently didn't say I love you*
Girl: I SAID I love you.
Boy: *Silence*
Girl: Say it! Say you love me!
Boy: *apparently said I love you*
Girl: Okay, baby, I love you too! *very happy at this point*

After hearing the conversation, I thought, "Wow, that girl is pathetic."
After thinking about what I just thought for a minute I thought, "I would totally do that too."

*Being alone for two weeks brings a lot of self discovery. Mainly I discovered I was not meant to live alone.
*Tonight Cody finally comes home!
*When you have car seats in the back of your car, men never do double takes.
*After originally planning on taking a two week break from shaving my legs, I discovered I just can't do that.
*Growing my bangs out. This is huge for me. I cut them in high school...and there they have hung ever since.
*The Hunter Boots are truly superior when it comes to puddle jumping.
*Downton Abbey. One episode...addicted. Need Netflix to finish season 1.
*Stake girls camp director...WHAT?! Camp could get interesting this year.
*When you nanny a blonde kid, you get called "Mom" a lot by other adults.
*Just learned to do this....changed my life...

*Sometimes when you're lonely it's okay to talk to the checker at the grocery store, right?
*Kind of into lipstick lately. Love this color.
*I went shopping in San Francisco alone last Saturday (very fun). While in the dressing room trying on a...um...ahem..bra...the saleswoman walked in on me and said, "Wow!" What does that mean?
*Did I mention Cody comes home today?! He's just my bff.

The Nanny Diaries

2012-01-13T12:37:00.000-08:00

Last week I started a nanny job. And I have had a few thoughts and things happen to me in the last week that I would like to share:

*Be careful of slippery slides. When you weigh more than the 3 year old going down with you, you might go down too fast and scrape your knee at the bottom.
*Try to avoid the garbage man at all costs. He is "scary," "yucky," and "mean." Lock your doors when you drive past one. {3 year old wisdom}
*Ham and cheese sandwiches dipped in ketchup...a delicacy.
*Apparently homemade playdough is more fun for adults than kids.
*Be careful when introducing the song, "Popcorn Popping on the Apricot Tree" to a child. You may have to sing it on repeat for an hour straight.
*Sometimes you force a kid to go down the tallest slide at the park with you, because it looks really fun.
*Playing "Doctor" can reveal that you have cats and dogs in your ears. Serious condition.
*#newrespectforfulltimemoms

It's my ESPN

2012-01-07T23:22:00.000-08:00

I just realized about 30 seconds ago the Bachelor has just started, and I didn't even know. I screamed, "Yay! The Bachelor started!" Cody's reaction: "Noooooooooooooo."

Sometimes I Get Hacked

2011-12-29T16:29:00.001-08:00

Men and women are different. And that's okay. Cody likes to spend hours on his fantasy basketball, I like to spend hours online shopping and

looking at Pinterest. Maybe I took it a little too far today when Cody turned over and saw in my search box, "Celebrities wearing Hunter Rain Boots." All I wanted to do was decide what color to get {and I have my ways of figuring out what I really want}. After spending a little too long looking and re-looking at all shades of Hunter amazing-ness, I decided on black.

"I'll keep the black," I said.

Cody promptly stole my computer, updated my status to

Just decided to keep my black Hunter rain boots. Done deal!

and said, "Now you can't change you mind."

At least our differences help our cuteness levels and at the same time, get the job done.

Mr. Domestic

2011-12-17T09:48:00.000-08:00

Cody got up early and made me breakfast this morning. Croissanwiches. Very yummy and full of calories. He brought it to me while I was still sleeping. Very cute. He then asked me if I would blog about this event because, "the world should know."

So what?

2011-12-16T00:07:00.001-08:00

So what if I cry every time I see one of these videos.....even if it is at the gym.

THE FORMULAS!!!!

2011-12-09T11:19:00.000-08:00

Cody works hard. So hard, in fact that that at bed time, as I am about to begin my favorite part of the day {pillow talk} I hear a little "Puhhh" from the left side of the bed. Don't worry, it's not an 80 year old man sleeping next to me...it's my dear sweet, hard working husband. Sounds a bit like this...

ANYWAY... last night he set a record at falling asleep in a mere 25 seconds after saying goodnight. I, on the other hand could not sleep. I couldn't stop thinking about

The Daybook Blog.

Why?

I don't know.

So I grabbed the laptop and looked at it for two hours.

Why?

I DON'T KNOW! (probably because I envy her so much- and that's a sin, so I shouldn't admit it)

At the end of those two hours I put the laptop down, turned over to look at Mr. Andersen when suddenly, he jerked awake. He looked at me, he looked around the room, and still looked like he had no idea who he was, who I was, or where he was. In an effort to calm the man down, I said, "It's okay, go back to sleep." And I pushed on his forehead to get his head back on the pillow. He has some pretty strong neck muscles and resisted for a second or two, but eventually gave up, and decided to cuddle with me. I liked that.

This morning when we woke up, he informed me that when he jerked awake, he felt like he was at work, working on some very complex and important formulas. They were all going to be lost if he went back to sleep. Good thing I was there to make him lose all his formulas.

First sign you work too hard: you are thinking about "the formulas" in your sleep.

First sign you don't work hard enough: you stay up until 2 am looking at fashion blogs and know you can sleep in anyway.

Dear Vicky

2011-12-07T19:23:00.000-08:00

I remember reading this post awhile ago, and thinking it was kind of funny, but mostly disturbing. Tonight I saw a Christmas commercial for Victoria's Secret (shameful!). While I love their fragrances, and think it's great that their bras last longer, and hold better than Target's... I agree with Nie Nie...what is the world coming to?

So Vicky...if you think it's okay to put pornographic pictures in between my TV program...I think it's okay to not shop at your store. You have lost one customer.

On a related note... there are many ways to make a difference. If you'd like to join me, you can go here, or here, or here. Or really, just any of these.

My Life Last Year

2011-12-07T13:53:00.000-08:00

Last year I was closer to these boys than I was to my own roommates...

Dating Cody meant being at this apartment all the time (which was probably more estrogen than these boys wanted in there at any given point)... As you can see, it was quite entertaining.

Thought of the Day

2011-12-06T16:39:00.000-08:00

Choose your love, love your choice.

-Thomas. S. Monson

It would seem my husband is happy with his choice. Good thing his choice loves her choice as well.

Torn for Christmas

2011-12-05T15:49:00.000-08:00

Well, looks like we are going to Provo for Christmas. Pretty excited to spend the holidays at home! But, one question...why does it have to be so hard now that I have two families? Once we made the decision to go to Provo (getting on siblings' schedules) I already felt sad that I couldn't spend more time with these people...

Two families= more love

BUT

also = more people to miss at Christmas

People around me keep saying cute things

2011-12-02T08:36:00.000-08:00

Example 1: This morning I woke up to Cody saying, "Happy 6 month anniversary! They say if you can make it to 6 months, you can make it 60 years!"

(and I was thinking...well buddy...you're kind of stuck with me forever)

Example 2: Natalie- my little sister- texted me this yesterday: "If I could have two lives, I would have the one where I live with David, and another one where you and I live together. I miss you." (and I was thinking...I feel the exact same way. Maybe we could convince Cody and David to pull together and buy a 2 wing mansion? It could work.)

Example 3: Gary- remember Gary our crazy, but sweet old neighbor?- Came over yesterday around 6. Handed me a piece of paper from the city with an inspection report and a phone number at the top. "Just wanted to let you know if you call the city, they'll come to a free inspection for carbon monoxide in your apartment! Here's the number! No charge to you or the owner of the building." Thanks, Gary. Love that you love us.

Won't you be my neighbor

2011-12-01T12:04:00.000-08:00

In our building we know the other 4 LDS couples and Gary. Gary is an older gentleman who has lived here for over 20 years. He shares two of his papers with us every day (after taking out the sports sections). I expect them at 12 and 2. He has a girlfriend who sometimes comes to visit. He prays for the 49'ers. He walks around in short shorts and a see-through white tee shirt. Great guy.

Recently, I have wanted to branch out and be friends with more neighbors. Specifically the guy across the hall. He lives alone and according to building gossip, recently ended a serious relationship. We have had a few random and slightly awkward encounters in the hallway, but I know that if we really met, we would be friends.

So the other night when coming back from Target (date night), Cody and I saw a wreck on the side of the freeway involving a car that looked EXACTLY like aforementioned neighbor's. Being the good neighbor that I am trying to be, I was very worried that it could be him. After checking the parking lot at our building, and listening for him to come home, I am very happy to say our neighbor is safe and sound, and so is his car.

The next step: becoming friends. Suggestions on how to do this? I guess the first step will be to listen to my husband and stop listening to his conversations through the wall.

Believe in the Magic

2011-11-20T16:42:00.001-08:00

Last night was magical. Have you ever seen "Miracle on 34th Street"? That was my life last night.
First: Macy's in the city. All dressed up for Christmas.

Second: Reservations at the Cheesecake Factory. I know what you're thinking... "Cheesecake Factory? That's magical?" Well, when your Cheesecake Factory sits on the 8th floor of Macy's, overlooking ice skating and the city's Christmas tree, it becomes a little piece of heaven. The wait was two hours. Two pictures provided- one is better of us. The other is better of our surroundings.

Third: Shopping in Macy's.

Fourth: Red Velvet Cheesecake with Mr. Andersen.

Overall, it couldn't have been a better evening.

But really, thank you.

2011-11-11T16:56:00.001-08:00

Today I have had a few interactions with strangers that have made me think a little.
I had a very strange interaction with a man at a gas station in Palo Alto. Something about it's his lucky day, he was 66 but he didn't look like it, and then he asked me to take my picture...to which I said, "You don't need my picture." The conversation was strange, so I'll spare you the details. But the story I wanted to get to happened to me this afternoon. I went to my car today to put some recently purchased bike racks back in their boxes to take back to the store. Can somebody tell me how something shaped like this...

Is supposed to fit in something shaped like thin shoe box?

I don't understand it either. It became very apparent that I was having a hard time getting both of these squished back in their boxes, and I may or may not have been shaking them with some false hope that they would magically shimmy their way into the box. I'm sure I was comical to watch. There were a few people walking by, but I have felt like people mostly keep to themselves around here, and didn't think anything of it. Then, out of the blue a nice man walking by came up, said, "Do you need help?" and started twisting the bike racks one at a time back into their respective box. It took him a minute to figure it out, but he did it, and as I was thanking him, he just smiled and walked away. You have no idea how relieved I was after he helped me, and the first thought that entered my head was, "There are good people in this world."

Why, Thank You

2011-11-10T17:41:00.000-08:00

Walking downtown SF today. A man said to me, "Mmmmm...gurl...you's a tall glass of milk!"
I should probably get a tan.

Just a Few Thoughts

2011-11-05T15:40:00.000-07:00

I have had a lot of thoughts lately. This is probably due to the fact that I am unemployed, at home alone, and have a lot of time to think. Regardless, let me share some thoughts with you...

*Red nail polish= higher self esteem. Can't explain it, but it works.
*Cody looks cute when he studies on the couch.
*My family is coming for Thanksgiving! Yay yay yay.
*When I pick Cody up from the train after work, it smells like chocolate chip cookies in a certain area we drive by. It's heavenly. Come to find out that Guittard Chocolate was started in San Francisco, and after the 1906 earthquake was moved to Burlingame where it still functions today. Hence the most heavenly aroma near our apartment. We live in a very cool place.

*I am one of few blondes roaming on this peninsula.
*Very excited for two of my favorite families to come to dinner next Sunday. Browns and Renshaws always provide a good and extremely entertaining time.
*Officially have California license and plates. Weird!
*We are foodies, and love to discover new places. Last night? India Palace in the city. Followed by Bob's donuts, followed by Bi-rite Creamery. Can you say buttermilk donuts and salted caramel/riconela/pumpkin ice cream?
*Japan-town...walk through the mall sometime...kind of cool!
*If Jiffy Lube tells you that you need your transmission fluid flushed, just remember that you are a victim of a scam. Don't go for it, your fluid is fine.

What's Going On...

2011-11-02T12:37:00.000-07:00

Today our neighbors' fire alarm is beeping. Non stop. I can't help but be annoyed by it, so I have turned on the TV to drown out the noise, and now I'm trying to distract myself by blogging. Here's to hoping the battery dies completely...

Here's what's been going on lately.... (lots of pictures, unfortunately out of order)

After talking about it for months, we finally made the trip last weekend to Six Flags, Magic Mountain. It was their Halloween weekend, and unfortunately, we had to leave before the real haunted part began. As we were walking out of the park, a guy looked at us and said, "You're leaving?! But the monsters haven't come out yet!" Oh well, it was fun.

On Friday I decided that since I am unemployed, I am going to take advantage of my free time. So, I went to the Winchester Mystery House in San Jose. So fun. I had a few people ask me why I was alone, but I didn't care. It was liberating, like going to movie alone. I am wearing a hard hat because they make you, not because I am trying to start a new trend.
A few Sundays ago, we decided to go for a drive on Highway 1, along the coast. It was gorgeous. We stopped at a beach to take pictures and enjoy the scenery. We got more of a scenic show than we bargained for, because it turned out that a section of the beach we were on was a nude beach. In Cody's words, "Of course the Mormons end up on a nude beach on Sunday."
Look who came to visit me?! Michael, Kiera and Weiner came for a few days to get a taste of San Francisco. This is up in Muir Woods, at a gorgeous lookout point. Michael was a trooper with his broken foot.
Cody and I went to the air show! I have never seen the Blue Angels before, and I was loving every minute of them! Here we are, near Crissy field, watching the show.

On the way to the show. We had to park far away (typical San Francisco) and walk to the shore. We went through this forest-y area. Kind of funny.

Here we are at Half Moon Bay. Anyone who comes to visit us should go to Half Moon Bay. We loved it. You can park at the Ritz Carlton, and walk along the beach. To die for views.

And last but not lease, my cousin Pat came to visit. Well, actually he was interviewing for dental school, but we'll pretend it was just to see me. Here he is at Fisherman's Wharf.

i kind of really love this

2011-10-14T11:27:00.000-07:00

Misconceptions

2011-10-08T19:35:00.000-07:00

Here are a few misconceptions I have been thinking about lately....

1. San Francisco is always pleasantly sunny and warm: I mean, it's kind of cold. Lots of fog. Not all the time, but sometimes. I'm definitely not complaining. It's beautiful here. How can I be upset that there will be no snow this winter!?

2. My hair is really brown: Not true, I'm a blonde. People may think I am just covering up my dark roots, but they are not THAT DARK afterall. I think. I don't know...it's been awhile...

3. This song is sad...

It's actually really cute. You just have to listen to the whole thing. And it's how I feel about Cody. Sappy, right?

The Things I've Learned

2011-10-05T09:18:00.000-07:00

Hi Babe,
It's me, your wife. I was just thinking about the last four months. Remember how we got married? We both said it was the best day of our lives, and that's still true. But, I wanted you to know that since then, every day has been better because I learn something new every day. Cliche, right? Doesn't matter because since June 2, I have learned the following;

1. No matter how much people say girls are sweeter than boys, the boy (that would be you) always ends up being the sweetest.
2. Sometimes people say that boys get "stuck in their ways" and are stubborn and selfish. Those people are wrong.
3. Clothes won't make me as happy as spending time with you.
4. Cooking can be fun.
5. ESPN isn't so bad.
6. Snoring is cute when it comes from you.
7. Even when I try to be more selfless than you, you always win. It's not fair.
8. You are smarter than you think you are. (Mr. 94% on the cpa)
9. I would be lost without you. I mean, physically lost. Like, I would have no idea how to get around this new place, and you just seem to know how to get around. Also, not fair.
10. Cuddling while trying to sleep doesn't work.
11. Being productive together is better than just sitting around staring into each other's eyes.
12. The gospel is the most important.
13. The 4 month anniversary is bigger than the 1, 2, or 3. (I adore the flowers)
14. If you say nothing is wrong, nothing is wrong.
15. Every time I think I can't love you any more, something happens that proves me wrong. And I can't complain about that.

So, Mr. Andersen, I know I can be better. I know I can be more like you. You're teaching me every day. I love you!

Great Man

2011-10-02T21:48:00.000-07:00

I love General Conference. Don't you? Before it begins, I always pray that something will stick out to me that will truly make a difference in my life. Every time I ask, I have felt the spirit testify to me that what I am hearing is true. This weekend was not different. I would have to say that the talk that stuck out to me the most was from Elaine S. Dalton about fathers and priesthood holders. I kept thinking about my own father as she talked about how a father should raise a daughter; by loving her mother. My dad is the perfect example of how to raise a daughter. I think growing up I always took him for granted; just knew he was there, but never recognized what an amazing man he was. As I have grown older, I have come to realize more and more how grateful I am for him, for his example, his love and his priesthood authority in our home. My dad is an incredible man.
I remember in high school, having a particularly hard week and after talking to my mom, I decided that it would also be a good idea to talk to my dad. After talking to him, I realized that for the first time that week, I had felt peace in my life. I realized that were it not for his righteous and wise counsel, I would not have felt that peace. I feel blessed to have a father who cares so deeply for his family (he does love my mother- even though he gave her a mop for Christmas once...) but he cares even more for the Lord. I love you Daddy!
Also, while listening to the talk, I thought about the amazing man next to me and the example he will have on our future children. I am grateful for a husband who puts the church first and is continually striving to be better. I have realized that he is always looking for ways to make me happier, and trying to improve himself...that shows me not only his love for me, but his love for the Lord. So, Cody, I know I have told you before, but you will do great things in your life. You will change the world for the better and I can't wait to stand by and support you while you do it.

A San Francisco Treat

2011-10-01T00:09:00.000-07:00

Cody and I are just loving our new lives in San Francisco! Cody did his internship here last summer, and has many memories of vacations he has taken here in the past. For me, this is all new. And, as many of you know, I could hardly get myself around Provo, so San Francisco and the Peninsula have presented an exciting challenge to me and my directionally challenged brain. (It also doesn't help that I don't have Mt. Timpanogos to tell me which way is North)

Play, play, play has been the name of the game for the last week, and play we have. Cody has been an excellent tour guide, and has been very patient with me. He's just like that. Here are some pictures...
Just me standing next to a Bansksy. And yes, that is Cody's sweatshirt, and yes, I look 400 pounds, and yes, it gets chilly in San Francisco.
That sweatshirt really accentuates the best parts of me. Regardless, I am standing in Chinatown.
Does this scene look familiar? Go to youtube and watch the opening credits of Full House. But don't be fooled...the "Painted Ladies" are not home to the Full House house.
On a cable car. Lots of fun. Lots of foreigners.
Cody and I had a debate while walking around in here about what time period I should have lived in.
In Alcatraz.
Just counting the days in his cell in Alcatraz.
City view from Alcatraz. Did you know children were raised here while it was a prison? The teacher in me had to teach you that.
Alcatraz.
Golden Gate.
Alcatraz, or "The Rock" from our boat.
Golden Gate at night. We couldn't actually see the bridge due to fog, but Cody was a good sport by taking this picture with me in the cold anyways.

I am just very happy to be here with my best friend. He really is the best friend I could ever ask for and starting our lives here is more than I could have ever dreamed.

an overdue post about an amazing trip

2011-09-30T09:57:00.000-07:00

In the next few days, I would like to finally catch up on some much needed picture blogging. I'm going to have to rewind in time and go back to August. We went on an amazing cruise in Scandinavia with Cody's family. We started by flying over in our own pods. 2 hour delay? No problem when you're laying in your own pod...

Once in Copenhagen, it was a little rainy, but we didn't care...

Made a quick stop in Royal Copenhagen...reminds me of mommy.

We stopped in The Church of Our Lady to see the original Christus which was breathtaking. When you walk in, the walls are lined with paintings of the twelve apostles, all leading up to this...

Then we hopped back onto our cruise ship and sailed for beautiful Stockholm. Cody didn't think life could get any better...pizza through the fjords? Anyone?

We pulled into Stockholm, and I felt right at home. Because of my Swedish background, Cody began calling me his "Swedish Princess." (Lots of pinching of cheeks, little kisses and hugs came with the nickname so I couldn't complain)

In Stockholm, we visited City Hall (Nobel Peace Prizes are presented here), the Vasa ship (sunk in 1628, and perfectly preserved), and Gamla Stan (the old town.) Stockholm had a charm like no other and we absolutely loved it.

Next came Helsinki. Cody said, "It wasn't the most touristy, but a nice city, a place to live." I am actually quoting him as he is speaking right now. He has no idea...he's watching sports center...

Next came our favorite, St. Petersburg. I'll quote Cody in real time again, "I loved it. There was a lot to see." I liked learning all of the history of the Czars, the Bolshevik Revolution and more. Lots of beautiful architecture to boot!

Then came Tallin, Estonia.

And then Oslo, Norway.

Overall, this trip was incredible. Cody's family is a blast, and we had a fun time partying together!

We're Here and We're Happy

2011-09-27T16:27:00.000-07:00

Well, it's official...Cody and I are living in California and loving every minute of it. First of all, we live a five minute walk from Anthropologie, Gap, Banana Republic, Copenhagen Bakery etc... To get to the city, we drive a quick 20 minutes and enjoy all there is to enjoy in beautiful San Francisco! When I finally get my camera out, I will take pictures and finally post some! Not having internet for four months really hurts your blog...so sorry about that.

Who I Want to

2011-09-13T17:59:00.001-07:00

Blogging is hard on an ipod

2011-08-07T15:30:00.000-07:00

I am in Canada for the first time ever with my cute new family. We are in the first class lounge just living the high life; eating free food, reading free magazines, and Cody is considering taking a shower in the executive showers. Why all this luxury in Canada? We are on a layover going to Copenhagen where we will begin our 11 day cruise around Scandinavia. Love my life.

I'm Spoiled

2011-07-29T07:55:00.000-07:00

And here's why...
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Yesterday we got in the car and Cody told me my present was in the back seat. What present? Oh, just the pair of pink skinny's I've been craving for months.
The immediate feeling I had was, "I'm too spoiled."
But I will still wear them proudly.

Wedding Day Pics

2011-07-27T22:39:00.001-07:00

Repentance

2011-07-16T15:25:00.000-07:00

No pictures about this next post due to the fact that I was not looking my best last night.
The reason?
Let me put it this way...
Running a half marathon could be a lot better if you actually train and don't eat 3 chocolate chip cookies for breakfast.
I finished ten minutes slower than my PR. Oh well. At least I finished under 2 hours and I had a tall, handsome man with a Vitamin Water and a bag of ice waiting at the end for me.

We got married...here are some honeymoon pics

2011-07-14T21:30:00.000-07:00

Cody and I went to the grocery store today to buy some yeast. We ended up spending 31 bucks. (This happens every single time and we hate it) ANYWAYS...we ran into some friends of ours (lisaandtyson) who, when I said "I haven't blogged in a long time" said, "You're right, you haven't." In honor of the Hatch's, I have decided to give this blog thing a go again.
So, after the best day of our lives (not cliche, just true) we went on a honeymoon. We drove to Vegas and stayed a night. Our friends Natalie and Trevor gave us a gift certificate to the MGM and recommended dinner at Wolfgang Puck's restaurant.

And may I just mention the salad?! It was so amazing, I'm pretty sure my life could have ended right there and I would have been just fine.
THEN...we drove to LA and stayed in a very nice hotel (because cody found a great deal).

THEN...we went on the most amazing cruise (and only) that I have ever been on to Mexico! I will post the pics below, but before I do, may I warn you about cruising? Do not eat triple your weight in food in one week. Not only will you feel gross, but you will be crabby and sleep for 8 hours on the drive home which will result in a husband who thinks you are narcoleptic and unloving. But I digress...here are the pictures...

Aaaaaand We're Back!

2011-06-16T11:34:00.000-07:00

You can call me Mrs. Andersen now. I love the sound of that. We are back from our long honeymoon to Mexico and now moving into our own little place. I told Cody yesterday it would be so cute to make cookies in our new house (he didn't understand why that would be "cute" but wanted cookies nonetheless). Unfortunately, we haven't unpacked all of our generous wedding gifts to get the items necessary to make cookies. That's okay though, because Cody's treat of the week is the 99 cent Crunchwrap Supreme at Taco Bell. He won't miss cookies too much.
Pictures to be posted later...

Who threw rocks at your cradle?

2011-05-07T23:29:00.000-07:00

Mom will understand the title of this post, and not take it the wrong way.
Well Jules, I couldn't ask for a better mom. Here are a few reasons why...

1. As my friend once put it, "Your mother is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and I am jealous that you are going to age the way she has." I can only hope.
2. One time my mother thought I had passed out in Costco while she was waiting in the car (long story) ANYWAYS... without a second thought, she sprinted through the pouring rain, through the large doors to my rescue. (Even though I was fine, I thought this was very sweet.)
3. Jules is good at EVERYTHING SHE DOES. Sometimes this can make me feel inadequate, but recently, I have taken her perfection as a challenge. Mom, someday I hope I can cook, sew, craft, write, read, care for others, give compliments, look, exercise, be patient and so much more just like you.
4. She is the only person who can tell me what I need to fix, and it makes me actually want to fix it.
5. Sometimes I do stupid things, okay, I always do stupid things, and she still loves me.
6. She likes chocolate as much as I do. She also hates what it does to our bodies as much as I do.
7. She is the most Christlike person I have ever known. Even though sometimes she says, "I'm going to he*&." Don't get mad at me for writing this mom, it just makes you more human.
8. When she laughs really hard, she wheezes.
9. Sometimes when we go to movies and nobody else is laughing, Jules is "that person" who is laughing. I love it.
10. Sometimes she has blonde moments that make us all laugh till we cry.
11. We find the same things charming.
12. Sometimes we go on drives just to look at houses and talk about how we could make them cuter.
13. She is planning my entire wedding.
14. She puts up with a lot of stress in her life, but still manages to laugh her way through it.
15. She is the best mom a girl could ask for.
I love you.

Sometimes teachers lose their voice

2011-05-04T23:09:00.001-07:00

This morning I woke up feeling great. 6am run. Set a good pace. Listened to birds instead of music. I made my way to good old Timpview Drive (which will never let you down when you want a good quick run) and got into my rhythm. A few minutes later, I passed an older gentleman who was also running. Or, I guess you could say he was jogging. Maybe that's even too strong of a word. Needless to say, he was old, and wasn't breaking any kind of speed limit. ANYWAYS...
He said, "Good Morning!"
I said, "*squeak*."
My next thoughts were, "Um...where did my voice go?" and "Apparently I need to clear my throat."
Well, clearing didn't help. I realized right then that somehow, without my knowledge, I lost my voice completely. I have NEVER had that happen before.
I got to school thinking I could drink a lot of water and get past this nuisance I was facing. Nope. It got worse as the day progressed. I actually felt bad for my students, who were initially shocked at my change in voice, and eventually couldn't stand to listen to me without clearing their own throats. (I know that feeling when you just want someone to clear their throat.) Anyways, math turned into computer math games. Science turned into online reviews. Social studies turned into individual research projects. Not a whole lot of lecturing today.
Sometimes I would try to speak and the kids would do one of the following:
1. Laugh.
2. Look at me with pity in their eyes.
3. Laugh harder.
4. Ask if I wanted to use a whiteboard to communicate with.
5. Ask me to clear my throat.

Although this was one of the most frustrating days of my life, I did get a little bit of sunshine...
When the students asked if I was going to get a sub to come in because of my little problem, I said no. They cheered, saying they only like when I am there. I mean, when I was in 6th grade we loved subs. We didn't have to do anything! At least I felt loved today.

I'll never escape

2011-05-03T12:20:00.001-07:00

Every day for last week, my inbox has greeted me with the same type of message...

"Senior Singles Looking for you!"
"Jewish Dating...a New Experience!"
"Single and Lonely?"

You get the point. WHERE ARE THESE PEOPLE FINDING ME?! It's gotta be some sort of sick joke.

Jules and Accountant

2011-04-28T22:51:00.000-07:00

Tuesday: My wonderful mother's birthday. I will not disclose her exact age, but I'll give you a hint...it's between 52 and 54. When I asked the 6th graders how old they thought she was the first three guesses were,
"35!"
"41!"
"49?...She can't be that old!"

I hope that makes her feel better about getting just a little bit older and wiser. Mom is the most selfless person I know. Love you Jules!

Wednesday: My wonderful fiance's birthday. I won't disclose his age either, except that he is now closer to 30 than 20. (He doesn't like that little fact...) Mr. Andersen is the most incredible guy I know. And, to honor him for his birthday, I will do what he would like most...which would be to not write anything sappy about him. So, I'll stop there.

2011-04-15T17:07:00.000-07:00

By Request

2011-04-08T12:40:00.000-07:00

I was told by Mr. Andersen that I haven't blogged in awhile and that I needed to update.
Usually, people talk about what they have been doing, I'm going to talk about what I haven't been doing...
1. I did not go to the Festival of Colors. So, sue me.
2. I haven't been getting lots of creepy boy comments. This could be a disappointment to some, but a pleasure for me.
3. I haven't been shopping as much. I'm on a budget (whichsometimesgetsblown).
4. I haven't been looking for wedding dresses. I found one!
5. I haven't seen the Scottish man on 5th North in two whole days! Where is he?!
6. I haven't stopped looking at my ring.
7. I haven't hung out with Natalie in a long time...

Now, I will tell you a few reasons I'm in love... (hey, at least it's better than this post)

1. He put up with registering with me.
2. He tells me I'm perfect.
3. He makes me laugh all. the. time.
4. He makes me calm down when I have anxiety about stupid things.
5. He looks great in basketball shorts and Sunday socks.
6. He teaches me about financial things (hence the clothing budget).
7. He calls me baby.
8. He likes that my legs are too long for my own body.
9. He is incredibly handsome.

Would you like a story?

2011-03-26T10:14:00.000-07:00

This morning my family went to the Festival of Colors. Super fun. I've been 3, no 4 times in the past and love it. Unfortunately, the last time I went it dyed my already dyed hair. It turned pink and stayed that way for a few days until I went to get my hair back to it's very unnatural blonde. So, while my family parties without me, I will tell you a story about love.
Once upon a time, called the Summer of '09, I had the worst job in the world (or so I thought at the time). I worked as a custodian at Heritage Halls. It's true. My sister was going to work with me and we were going to have the Summer of our lives laughing and cleaning away. Then, she up and moved to Arizona and I was all alone. Time to find a new friend.
In comes Cory.

Cory was more fortunate than me and only stayed at the job for one term, but during that term, he asked me one day, "Do you like tall men?" Well, of course I do, so a blind date was arranged with his tall friend named Cody.
It was a double date. Cory with his GF and Cody came to get me. We ate frozen custard then went to a park to talk. Cory and his GF left us alone and Cody and I had a nice (but not super nice) conversation about golf. I'm sure there was something else we talked about, but I really can't remember. The date was fun, but not the MOST memorable thing in the world.
THREE EXCRUCIATINGLY LONG WEEKS LATER I get a call on my cell phone. "Cory's Cody" appears on my screen. My first thought, "Wow, it's been 3 weeks. This guy cannot be interested in me if it took him that long. Cory must be making him call. I'm screening this." Well, my first thought turned out to be my last thought, because I never thought about it again. (except for when cory gave me a hard time about not calling cody back. i think i gave an excuse about wanting to go on a mission?)
Fast forward to August 2010. I move into a new apartment complex and go to the first ward social. I went with my friend Anna Pugliano. I look around for cute guys, and my eyes rest on Cory. I got excited that I knew somebody and went to talk to him. Cory said, "Do you remember my tall friend? He's over there. I'm living with him." I look up to see Cody playing frisbee and decide right then to avoid him at all cost. I left the social 10 minutes later.
Ward prayer the next week, I see Cody again. "Alright," I think to myself, "I could either talk to this guy and make it less awkward that I never called back, or I could avoid him altogether." We start a conversation and I realize that this is a quality guy. He's driven, smart, kind, funny, and he was very tall. I knew that he wouldn't ask me out because I missed my chance but I thought he was a lot of fun.
Next day he adds me as a friend on facebook.
Next Sunday he talks to me at church. Still thinking he wouldn't ask me out, I found a journal entry that said, "I know Cody Andersen won't ask me out, but at least he has given me hope that there are good guys out there."
Cody calls. We go out to the Farmers' Market in the middle of September.
The rest is history.
On March 4, Cody tells me he is busy with a recruiting event and can't hang out that night. My mom calls and tells me we have a family dinner at the cabin. I go to the cabin...no family. Get out of the car and turn to see Mr. Andersen standing next to a bench. I join him. He gets on one knee, pulls out a ring and tells me he wants me to be with him forever. I say yes. He gives me roses and cupcakes. We go to dinner. It was very exciting and romantic.
Now, we are just waiting for June 2 to get here.
Thanks Cory.

On my mind

2011-03-23T10:48:00.000-07:00

There are a few random thoughts, and one big thought on my mind today.

1. When I drive to school, there is a man wearing Celtic garb walking down 5th North. I look forward to my sighting every. single. morning.

2. Somebody "poked" me on facebook the other day. Seriously? I used to poke boys when I was a freshman at BYU. But only if they poked me first. I didn't even know this "poker."

3. I got a lot done yesterday. Thanks to my other half, I got my taxes done and signed up for a bank account. Not super fun. But, as a reward, we finally got the call from jeweler. I got a pretty present...

A Few Things

2011-03-15T11:05:00.000-07:00

A few things have happened recently that I would like to tell about.

1. We went to Vegas to listen to the one and only Brooke Nelson give her farewell talk. She is going to be serving in Louisville, Kentucky and will make one great missionary!

2. While at the Circus Circus buffet (which actually has some pretty great dessert options) we glanced over and saw the most famous person in Provo...Jimmer Fredette. That's right. Jimmer, with a buddy or two, was eating at the Circus Cirus buffet! While all of us were having minor heart attacks at the sighting, Cody walked right up to him, shook his hand and said something in boy language that meant, "OMG, I love you so much and I am so happy to meet you." Then, we all huddled around the poor guy and made him take a picture with us.

3. After shaking Jimmer's hand with his own right hand, Cody decided to never wash it again. I told him he better enjoy holding left hands because if he wasn't going to wash then I wasn't going to touch. Randomly during the night, Cody would remind me that his hand touched Jimmer's and that he now possesses his power. I will most likely be reminded of this my entire life.

4. After our Vegas time was up, we drove home. During those long 6 hours, I started feeling a little congested. By the next morning, it hit me full force...I had a cold. A bad cold. I don't think I have ever taken a full sick day, but yesterday was my first. After sleeping in, I decided to do wash, try on different outfits and organize my closet. (You can see that my life revolves around clothes...pathetic.) Afternoon comes, and I have definitely not showered/put on makeup/made myself presentable for public viewing. I hear a knock at the door. Cody. Great. My first thought, "Get ready to hand the ring back." Cody's first words, "You look beautiful." He then proceeded to give me drugs, get me a Jamba (I wouldn't go in so he called and listed off the options while I sat in the car) and make me feel better all around. Love him.

Cute to me

2011-03-10T15:59:00.000-08:00

I realize that my students' quotes are probably getting really old. But, I have to put them on the blog because they make me laugh:

*Miss Lloyd, a word of advice...Marriage is a dangerous thing. But, for the record, IT'S ABOUT TIME!

*Miss Lloyd, instead of working on literacy today, can I sit in the back and learn Spanish?

*Wait, so the Industrial Revolution was a war about child labor laws, right? (I actually thought this was kind of smart.)

*As his facebook status, "I just found out my teacher got married, so I am happy. But she's moving to San Francisco, so I'm sad."

you might be interested to know...

2011-03-05T00:46:00.000-08:00

If you don't know what the following picture means, please go here.

There may be something equally as sparkly as a star to go along with this post. Pictures to come later.

Woulda Coulda Shoulda

2011-03-03T17:11:00.000-08:00

You may not know this, but writing isn't as emphasized as it used to be in education. I love writing, so I have decided to push my students in their writing to make sure they are above and beyond other kids their age. So, today, when I told them about their new writing assignment, there was groaning and moaning as they thought about the difficulties of comparing and contrasting Medieval art and Renaissance art. Naturally, I started laughing and said, "I guess I just like to see you in pain."
Then little Saul said, "What kind of mother would you have been?"
I didn't realize it was too late for me. Thanks for pointing that out Saul.

Caving

2011-02-26T13:45:00.001-08:00

Alright, it's about time I joined everybody else. I can't deny it any longer

I love him.

It's fun when there's something to write about

2011-02-15T13:18:00.000-08:00

Valentine's Day is more fun to blog about when you actually have something to blog about. (Cody, you should probably stop reading this right now because I am about to make you sound romantic--which I know you don't want.)

In the morning I found a card and my fav candies...chocolate covered cinnamon bears, on my car. The note was super cute and made me smile all day.

In the afternoon the boys in my class told me that I was ugly and old and that's why I didn't have a boyfriend (littledidtheyknow). I mean, they were joking, but it still didn't feel good. One of them felt bad and started telling me that I was the prettiest girl he knew.

Then after school I heard a little knock at my door and in walks a very tall, handsome man holding the most beautiful flowers EVER. I, who looked liked I had been on a deserted island for a few years (this due to lack of a shower/makeup), was very excited.

Later... we went to Macaroni Grill. Love the bread.

Later... ice skating. Magical until I heard the word, "Hi Miss Lloyd!" There was one of my students and two of her friends, both from my school. Cody wasn't happy when I wouldn't hold his hand after that.

Later...boy drops me off, I brush my teeth/wash my face then walk in my room to find a gift on my bed. A framed picture of us that I didn't have. The note that was left was also adorable.

I'm a lucky girl.

Let's Talk Love

2011-01-31T14:20:00.001-08:00

I had to post this as soon as the bell rang. I had three boys stay in my classroom during music to catch up on some work. As they were finishing things up, I nosily listened to their conversation on love. Here are some quotes:

"Who do you have a crush on?"
"Well...in 1st grade...Clarissa Smith...she got really snuggly."

"Do you remember that girl in 1st grade that left? She had facial hair."
"Oh yeah. She's the reason I need glasses."

"It's cool to be a tall guy. There was this girl in kindergarten who towered over me. But then I found out it was the teacher, so I was cool with it."

"I'm pretty sure Valentine's Day is the reason my mom put me in guitar class."

"The one way to find true love is the people always seem to bug each other."

"I think someone likes me. Yeah, because she's a sass, but not to me."

And then, they drew me into the conversation.

"Miss Lloyd, do you like someone?"
"I like everyone."
"No, like...well...IS THERE A MAN IN YOUR LIFE?!?!"

Then one of them stayed after school begging me to tell him who my most recent crush was. I withheld.

How Long?

2011-01-26T09:37:00.000-08:00

How long does it take me to drive to school in the morning? Approximately 2 and a half of Justin Bieber's "Baby." Believe me, I know.

I'm rude

2011-01-20T20:36:00.000-08:00

I don't mean to be rude, but sometimes I am. Maybe not rude...more like...observant of people who are different than me.

Example: (I wish I had a picture of this example to only enhance the blogging experience more for you readers.)
Twice a week at 6 am I go to a Power Pump class. Love it. It's intense, the instructor is amazing and afterwards I can feel my body becoming less of...itself. Anyways, there is this lady who attends said class that I love. LOVE. She's probably 55, with legs the size of chopsticks. Imagine an apple sitting on top of those chopsticks. You now have the best visual of this woman I could possibly describe. The problem with this lady, is that I can't figure out her problem. For one thing, she wears a stank face, which indicates that Power Pump is the last place she wants to be. Second, she either can't do the moves or won't do the moves. While everyone else is "engaging their core" and "squeezing their tush" this woman lays, no, collapses into the floor and watches as the rest of us push our bodies into shape. Occasionally you will see her flop an arm skyward, or kick a leg sideways. She is my favorite part of my workout.
And, in her defense, girl's got great legs.

Also, please don't judge me for stealing a photo with a logo on top. It's pretty impressive that I found a picture of an apple with chopsticks, right?

It's the most wonderful time of the year

2011-01-18T20:19:00.000-08:00

It's BACHELOR time!
First of all, let me level with you... I'm not such a huge fan of this season.
Reason #1:

Brad. I mean, sure, at first glance he seems like an incredible guy with incredible teeth, incredible hair and a most likely incredible bank account. (but)...WHERE IS THE INCREDIBLE PERSONALITY? Sorry Brad, you've been found lacking.

Reason #2:

Michelle. There always has to be a nutcase. In this season, our little ball of fun happens to be from Salt Lake City. That's right. A homegrown girl. Nothing represents us better than this jealousy driven, makeup covered, drama-starting hair dresser.

Reason #3:
The whole reason I am blogging right now is because abc.com isn't loading The Bachelor. In between symbols that look vaguely like this (...loading...) I am blogging about it. I'm pathetic.

But, even though I may seem like a cynical, sad and depressed person right now, the person I feel the most sorry for is Cody. He pretends to like the show. He even fake cries when emotional connections aren't being made. But really, this show wasn't meant for boys who spend most of their free time following fantasy basketball and ESPN. What a guy. Oh and I feel sorry for him because he is going to hate the fact that he was mentioned in the blog, especially in the Bachelor edition.

Technical Difficulties

2011-01-06T18:27:00.000-08:00

I have a few problems as of late when it comes to technology.
1. Online shopping. Okay, so I like to buy things (and by 'things' I mean clothes) online sometimes. Recently though, I have made a goal, and have been doing pretty well at resisting the irresistible urge to buy cute things. And let me tell you, I've done a great job, all things considered. Consider this...or this...and especially this...all resisted.
Proud? Me too. But, GMAIL (and more specifically the clothing companies sending emails to gmail) is making my life hard. I am trying to keep a budget on Mint.com. Love it. It tells me when my budget has been blown away by my clothing purchases. But would you look at this?

Thanks for nothing, Zappos.

2. Facebook. Facebook keeps saying that I "like" things that I don't really like. It's weird. I log in, and it shows on my page that I have clicked things that I have never heard of before. Most of the time I just hide it quickly, but one day I found myself in a sticky situation. Facebook decided I liked some campaign to end/help end hunger in Salt Lake...or something like that. I would like to consider myself a benevolent citizen of Utah, but there is something about being told that I like something that I had no choice on. How could I delete that from my wall? I left it for a few days...I just deleted it. Bad person? Or taking my agency back? Please tell me it's the second. Thanks

That was fun.

2011-01-03T17:01:00.000-08:00

Christmas break was a blast. Although I only did two of the things on my "To Do" list, I at least did the most important one which was going to Phoenix to visit Cody. We have fun together. Take a look for yourself...

Little hoochie mama dancers at the Suns game.

Cody and his friend Beau at the Mesa Temple.

Cody at Taliesin West.

Carol, our tour guide. Very knowledgeable. Very red lipstick.

Me just lovin' Frank Lloyd Wright.

Hugging a cactus on our hike.

Cody: the king of Scottsdale.

So, that's that. Thank you Cody for putting up with me and making me laugh. I loved every minute in Arizona! (except for when I fell at the Suns game- that was embarrassing.)

The Children

2010-12-21T22:22:00.001-08:00

Today was time to say goodbye to the children. I was thinking I could handle the next few weeks without them. Then I got this:

"Dear Miss Lloyd,
Merry Christmas. Thank you so much for being a fun and loving teacher. Thank you for always going the extra mile. You are always smiling and saying nice things to evreyone, explescioally Me. Thank you Thank you and Thank you. You do so much. I love evrey thing about you. your the best teacher in the world.
Love,
Niles"

and this:

"Miss Lloyd,
Thank you so much for being my teacher. I couldn't have got a better one. You've helped me in so many ways I coud make a list of all the things you've done for me. it's crazy! sereiously there is no better teacher than you in the world. this year is going by so fast because I have the best teacher.
Love,
Wyatt"

Yeah, my heart was melted.

Now that Christmas Break has officially begun for me, I would like to put a few things on my "To Do" list:
1. Sled
2. Watch "The Holiday"
3. Run. A lot.
4. Watch "Love Actually"
5. Finish the 3 books I am currently reading.
6. Go to Phoenix to see Cody. Not so SGF now, am I Michael? Anne?

Merry Christmas!

Ha

2010-12-16T12:09:00.000-08:00

One of my students told me today, "It's about time you joined eHarmony."

I want a yacht and really...

2010-12-09T14:24:00.000-08:00

My Christmas wish list...in no particular order:

1.
Click here.
I wouldn't want to be caught dead looking like a 17 year old girl, driving around in a Mazda.

2.
Click here.
2 million dollars of joy.

3.
Click here.
Nobody makes earrings like Harry.

4.
Click here.
I'm not hoping for the car (see picture #1). I would like the butler.

Grand total? Who knows, but well worth it. Right?
Okay, but really Mom, I could use some socks. If you could get them diamond encrusted, that would be great. If not, I like anything pink.

Recent Happenings

2010-12-06T11:30:00.000-08:00

Temple Square

Making gingerbread with Anne.

BYU basketball game.

Here are a few pictures to prove that I have a bit of a life outside of work.

Bryn

2010-12-04T10:18:00.000-08:00

You've had a birthday, shout hooray.

*Remember how you used to play with Natalie all the time, now you play with me,too?
*Remember how LONG our walks were in the summer? Can we bring those back?
*Remember when you took so long to help me make that dumb vinyl for my class?
*Remember when we went to sushi last night, and even though I don't like fish, I tried it for you?
*Remember when Sister Magleby told us about her saran wrap scheme, and we both knew right then that we would try it someday?
*Remember how hard it is for me to sit through chick flicks, so you join in the mocking process?
*Remember how much I love you?

Happy Birthday, my little 21 year old.

Harsh Reality

2010-11-23T23:14:00.000-08:00

Is it bad that I got more facebook friend requests from 6th graders than real people this week?

Sunday Sequence

2010-11-22T00:04:00.000-08:00

Sunday, November 20, 2010:

9:30 am: Woke up. Considering I went to sleep at midnight, this was an outrageous amount of sleep for me. I loved it.

9:45 am: After requesting little brother for the 3rd time as a friend on Facebook, I finally get a message back. "No."

10:40 am: Walk into church 10 minutes late, but was happy to see my usual seat saved by my usual boys (minus my favorite one).

12:30 pm: Somehow got sandwiched (or should I say completely enveloped) by "The Brazilians" during Relief Society. Instead of hearing the lesson, I had a complete 'Intro to Portuguese'.

2:30 pm: Planned for the 1.5 days of school this week (score!) by incorporating Thanksgiving into everything. Nothing says festive like Thanksgiving spelling words.

4:00 pm: Home teachers. One hour...

5:00 pm: Driving to family's house, see a nearly nude man running from the Provo River to his car. Sopping wet, carrying clothes, totally alone. Intentions unknown.

8:30 pm: Go to Bateman's for Bryn's ward dessert night. See friend I love more than life, and talk for a long time.

10:30 pm: Crowd finally clears. Am able to talk to Bryn in the basement. We over-analyze texts from a boy to her (What punctuation should I put? What do I have to lose? Is he interested because he put this smiley face?). Conversation is never boring or lacking with Brynnie.

12:55 am: Leaving Bryn's house. We talk about girls who have been attacked recently in Provo. I walk home alone. Slightly paranoid.

1:05 am: Try to find underground parking at apartment. Everything is full. Curse the snow.

Nick

2010-11-13T09:30:00.000-08:00

A few things today...

1. Dear big brother Nick,
Even thought I didn't "birthday blog" about you on your birthday, I still thought about you all day. Since you're getting so old, I didn't know if you wanted the world to know that you are 26(gasp). Upon hearing that it was both your birthday and veterans day AND you have been in Afghanistan, my overly interested 6th graders asked me if you could come visit them. I think it's a great idea. Could you? The sooner the better. I miss you, Jen and Jonah a lot. I had a dream last night that you came for Thanksgiving. I'm going to choose to believe it was a vision of things to come. I love you Nick! Happy 21st Birthday! (How does that number feel?)

2. There are things that we do in our lives, that we hope nobody remembers or talks about again. Things that we hope our families never mention to anybody we care anything about. For this kid, you can be rest assured that every single girl he ever says "Hi" to will see this video.

3. I am starting my real marathon training. I was talking to my hairdresser (who is about 50 and is in better shape than I could imagine being in) and I asked her for a little advice about how to train for this thing in the snow. I was hoping for a little sympathy and maybe an excuse to not train everyday. Nope. All she said was;
"You just do it. You just bundle up, suck it up, and run."
K.

Fav

2010-11-10T15:01:00.001-08:00

Favorite quote from student this week:

Miss Lloyd, I got kicked out of the library this week for a rule called, "No screaming." How can they expect you not to scream when there are pop-up books?! I mean, "Daniel in the Lion's Den"? Pop. "Ahhhh!"

For Anne

2010-11-08T22:36:00.001-08:00

In the spirit of birthday blog posts, I thought I would quickly write a tribute to Anne. So, Anne, since your cousin teaches 6th grade, you get a reason why I love you to each letter of your name (I'm very practiced at this, but yours will be extra good.)
Here goes:
A: aesthetically pleasing. You're gorgeous, darling.
N: nutty. You're funny.
N: not mean. You are always kind to me.
E: ecaudate. Look it up...it means tailless. You are.

L:lover. Not a hater.
O:overrated. Just kidding. Optimal.
V: virtuous.
E: educated.
S: sincere. Seriously.
E:exotic. Well, at least your tan skin makes you seem that way.
M:mysterious.
I:important. To me, to your mom, to lots of people, to me. To me.
L:lean. Way to work it, girl.
Y:yummy. Need I say more?

P:patient. Think about what you let me do to your arms.
E:energetic. How you manage to be so happy in the morning while running...beyond me.
A:angelic. Remember when I called you a spiritual giant in church?
R:responsible. Take a day to sleep in. Past 7:30. I love you for that, though.
S:smiley.
o:outgoing. How do you know so many people?! It's unreal.
N:nutritious. Except when we eat junk together. Which I like.

Anne, 22 is the best. Live it up. I love you!

It's Happened

2010-11-03T15:02:00.000-07:00

One of my 6th graders from last year came to visit me today. He was taller than me. TALLER THAN ME! Now, if I were 5'6 or even 5'7 I would say that was pretty normal. But I am 5'9 (I've been called huge) and this kid had me by an inch. I took a picture to document it, but I couldn't bring myself to post it (mostly because I looked beastly).

The second thing that has happened is that Natalie is 21 today! It's true...my baby sister can drink. So, whad'ya say Nat? Beer pong?
Mostly I just want to express how much I love Natalie. I've said it before, I'll say it again; she is my best friend (even though she sometimes steals my clothes and tells me my hair is "unnaturally blonde"). She is the only one who loves me all the time;
even when I wear a coconut bra and dance for her.
Even when I pass out on her shoulder during LOST.
Even when I bite her neck.
Even when I call her to vent.
Even when I slap her sunburns.
Even when I accidentally push her into her dresser, her robe flies open (revealing her in the buff) and she yells "I hate you!"- even then. I know she still loves me.

I love her because she thinks of everyone else before herself.
Because she will eat bad food with me and tell me it's okay.
Because she has cute style.
Because she makes me laugh until I cry. Frequently. Like, every time we get together.
Because she makes rice crispies with Mexican marshmallows, says they're disgusting, then eats half the pan by herself.
Because she is organized and responsible.
Because she is absolutely gorgeous, absolutely naturally.
Because she is one of the most Christlike people I know.
Because she loves the Bachelor as much as I do.
Because she likes to go places with me. Anytime. Anywhere.
Because she gets me.
Because even though she found a new best friend, I'm still her other one.

Happy Halloween

2010-10-30T12:56:00.000-07:00

I'm a ladybug this year. This picture is me with the Jolly Green Giant. Not Peter Pan.

This is Gonna Hurt

2010-10-27T17:29:00.000-07:00

I have officially signed my life away to this:

National Marathon...yep.
Guess I'm missing some school. It's happening.

May I Boast?

2010-10-16T17:36:00.001-07:00

Ran my 2nd half marathon in 3 weeks today. It was the "Pink Half" and I came in 14th overall. It was so fun.

Upset

2010-10-12T23:46:00.000-07:00

I could have gone to the B.o.B/Jason Derulo concert tonight.
My friends texted me as it started and said they had an extra seat.
I thought it was in Salt Lake.
I didn't want to be over an hour late.
So I didn't go.
Then I found out it was at UVU.
I am UPSET.

Unprepared for Marriage

2010-10-08T14:03:00.000-07:00

First of all, take a look at this picture:

That would be my adorable nephew and father. I just love it. Check out the size of Jonah's feet. Incredible if you ask me.

I had a nightmare last night. It was horribly scarring. I was getting married. Not so bad, you say? Well, the problem was, I didn't know who I was marrying, nor was I prepared. The dream started with me sitting inside the temple (at least I am righteous in my subconscious) getting ready to eternally commit. I was looking in the mirror at my dress. Picture this: spaghetti straps with long sleeves, tea length, poofy, had some sort of navy blue....?

I start having a mild heart-attack. Why did I choose this dress? How can I wear this with garments?
I start pinning the sleeves to the straps. Natalie comes in and tells me I look beautiful. I look at my face and hair. I have broken out (and no matter what amount of makeup I put on, the red shines through) My hair is crimped. CRIMPED! Like, when I was 5 years old. It is pulled into a side ponytail too. Awesome. I start crying. I am wondering why this man (whoever he is) would marry me.
End of dream.

Peeved

2010-10-01T14:38:00.000-07:00

I bought a room freshener.

I bought boots.

I have been listening to Colbie Caillat.

I have been eating Honeycrisp apples.

I have mentally prepared for the joy that is fall.

So, where is it?!

Good for the Heart

2010-09-29T20:54:00.000-07:00

You know what makes a stressful day really really good? A laugh attack. Had one today. I shared it with about 7 students who stayed in from music to take a math test. One of them said "I've never seen Miss Lloyd laugh so hard. Actually, I've never seen a teacher laugh so hard!"
Good ending to a day of total chaos. The chaos is from the play I am doing with my class. Shakespeare's "Comedy of Errors." Ever tried to get 12 year olds to memorize lines like, "Every why hath a wherefore"? Don't attempt. It will end in a premature heart attack and possible tears.

Someday, I'm going to be beautiful

2010-09-19T07:14:00.001-07:00

Do you know why I might be beautiful someday? Because I don't worship the sun. What do you think? Is it worth it right now to be tan and have the boys love you? Or is it worth it to stay out of the sun so that your husband thinks you look great?

Have you ever had a moment when something dawns on you for the first time and completely changes you life? I recently found out what a 401(k) really is. And guess what? I have one! And now I know exactly what it is, which is a miracle. (A miracle that I understand. I mean, I only teach 6th grade.)

Do you know what a good feeling is? When your friends come by to drop off birthday presents, but you're not home. So, they hide your birthday presents in a tree outside your apartment complex, and then you get to go find them at 12:30 am. Kind of fun.

On a side note, my life has continued to be graced with the presence of awkward boys. (that was an awkward sentence...it must be rubbing off.) Here is a sampler of more things that have been directed at me:

1. "It's 4:30! What could you possibly be doing at school at 4:30? I mean, you teach 6th grade."

2. I try to get rid of boy by telling him I am too busy for a relationship. (Keep in mind he is a total goober.) He says, "Well, I guess it's just one of those things that if you have to give something up to get something better." I think he thought he was "something better."

3. "I want to set you up with my friend. But, I also want to get to know you. So, if you find me more attractive than my friend, then I will take you out another night."

4. Trying to get some "action" out of me, boy justifies by saying, "But Emily, I drove an hour to see you!"

Worth the Read

2010-09-15T16:36:00.000-07:00

Today is my 24th birthday. Birthdays make me cry sometimes (it's a weird quirk about me) but not this year. I have had a smile on my face all day. Can I just say the best part of being a teacher is your birthday? They love you so much! The sequence of events from today...
- Walk in the classroom to find students writing at the board. It looked like this

But actually looked like this

And eventually turned out like this

- Students assure me that even though I am the ripe old age of 24, I don't look a day over 18. Got a few of these... (to remind me how young I look)

-Was sung "Happy Birthday" to, about 50 gajillion times. To the point that the teacher next store had to ask people to stop. It was awesome.

-Got a few more of these...

-Took class pictures. Darling.

-Ate M&M's for lunch.

-Lunch ends, kids come back. Start reading out loud to them. In walks Natalie with two pans of cupcakes. She sits down and listens to the reading.

-Five minutes later, boy enters door, holding rose. Grabs my hand, kisses, hands me the rose, leaves. I turn red.

-Class goes nuts. "Is that your boyfriend?" "Who is that guy?" etc...

-Keep reading.

-Five minutes later. Boy #2 walks in holding rose. "I heard it's your birthday. Happy Birthday."

-Class goes even more crazy.

-Five minutes later, third boy walks in. Thought pops into my head, "There will be 24 of these."

-Two hours, 2 birthday songs, 24 roses, one kiss on the cheek, and 31 screaming children later, the roses discontinue.

-Children have the best day of their school lives. So do I.

A few more pictures...

Girl in my class MADE this for me! So cute!

Then, my new friend Karli made me cupcakes! Isn't she great?!

Who Wears Short Shorts?

2010-09-08T17:51:00.000-07:00

I had a dream last night. It was a nice dream. There was a boy who was going to ask me to be his girlfriend (One of those "because it's my dream, I know it's going to happen" moments). He held my hand, gazed sweetly into my eyes, whispered sweet nothings. But then, ALL OF A SUDDEN, he reached down and felt my calf, which happened to be extremely hairy. He looked at me, said, "Forget it," and walked away. End of dream.

How to be more attractive to your date.

2010-09-06T07:49:00.000-07:00

My stake is having an activity with a bunch of mini classes for stake conference this weekend. They announced that they have not found a teacher for the "How to be more attractive to your date" class. Which, let's be honest, is pretty understandable considering we are in SINGLES wards, and none of us have been attractive enough to a date to qualify to teach this class. So, now that you know that I am not claiming to be an expert of any kind, I do feel I have some words that could be shared with the men out there. (Clearly, I have no advice of value for any girls, except, "Good luck".)
Tips for boys who are man enough to use a girl's number and take her on a date:
1. Shower. It does help.
2. Clean your car. No girl wants to see the remnants of your In-n-Out from last week.
3. Choose a nice outfit. And by this, I mean, take off the old man pants.
4. Open the door. After you open the door, wait for the girl to walk through. When you walk through first, and the door slams in our face, it kind of defeats the purpose.
5. Don't wear a necklace. Ever. Even when you're not on a date.
6. Buy a pair of shoes that are not your tennis shoes.
7. Look your date in the eye.
8. Don't forget your wallet, and ask the girl to pay for your dollar movie, then make the girl go hot tubbing alone with you and tell her she has to jump in the pool while you watch.
9. Compliment her.
10. Smile at her.
11. Be interested in what she has to say.
12. Make her feel like the only girl in the room/city/world. Whatever's easiest.
13. Ask her out again.

Zucchini Warriors

2010-09-03T14:50:00.000-07:00

Want to know what ended up on my desk this morning,in all it's oozing glory?

That's right. I huge load of zucchini that my students "found" on the way to school. Want to know why one is ripped in half? Because one of the boys broke it over the head of another boy outside my classroom.
Anybody wanting some extra delicious zucchini bread, don't ask me for it.
Oh, and there is actually a book called, "The Zucchini Warriors."

Why I Should Be Married

2010-09-02T21:24:00.000-07:00

Here are a few reasons I have heard from my students as to why they think I should be married.
1. "You know why you should be married Miss Lloyd? Because you are so thrilling."
2. My time capsule I made when I was a beehive says, "Do not open until engaged." To this, they told me I should go find a bum on the street so I could open the darn capsule. To heck with romance.

4. "Wait, you're not married?! But you're so oooollllddd!"
5. So that none of them will get married before me. Apparently this would be the end of the world in their eyes.
6. Because their cousins are single. And I should definitely marry all of their cousins. Even if they're 18, or 35, or 16.

All very convincing, right? They think so too.

One of those days

2010-08-31T20:00:00.000-07:00

It just was. No time to cry though.

Moving on

2010-08-28T00:29:00.000-07:00

There are two boys in my life that I can honestly say I have loved. They both got engaged last week. Funny life. Ha.

Male Models

2010-08-24T21:36:00.000-07:00

School started today. Not only do I have 2/3 boys in my class, they are seriously male models. It's insane. Adorable. But, mostly hilarious. Let me just share a few quotes that were shared today:

"Hi, my name is Mayu, and I like man purses."

"Did you know that my birthday is actually on Doom's Day?!"

"Is it like PG-13? Or like a 1980's PG movie bad? Cause those were bad."

Let's just say those girls can just kick back and watch the show.

I hear nothing, not a sound on the streets of New York

2010-08-17T08:37:00.000-07:00

Don't you love New York in the fall? It makes me wanna buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address.

Thank you Joe Fox. You have summed up how I am feeling lately. School is starting in ONE WEEK from today, and I have, in fact, bought many pencils. The problem is, if I put them into a perfectly placed bouquet, they would indefinitely be handled, jiggled, and then destroyed by the future loves of my life.

Maybe I will make one anyway. Here's to throwing caution to the wind.

It's a Virtue After All

2010-08-15T17:55:00.000-07:00

The trees that are slow to grow bear the best fruit. --Moliere

I Want

2010-08-09T10:02:00.001-07:00

I want these. I fought it for a long time. But I want these ridiculously overpriced shoes. I was told by a friend that if you put it out in the universe, the universe will give it to you. So, um, Universe?... I want these.

My Nerves!

2010-08-08T21:50:00.001-07:00

Natalie is now Mrs. Bennett. (Anybody understand why I laughed at my title?) The wedding day was beautiful, and Nat and David are off to San Fran for the honeymoon! Now I have to stop thinking about flowers, veils, and cake and start thinking about pencils, books, and recess.
On a side note, I was in a blah mood today (not bad, not good) but my day turned out really happy. Don't you love days like that?
Bryn and I walk together. We talk about life, her missionary, chocolate, boys, school, work, etc... It's a long walk. And I love every minute of it. Thanks Brynnie, for making me not lonely at the wedding, and walking with me.

Bachelorette

2010-08-05T10:38:00.000-07:00

We had a party. It was for Natalie. She is getting married TOMORROW. The bridesmaids gathered. We had a great time. Bryn straddled me in her sleep.

Stars on Foreheads

2010-08-02T08:04:00.000-07:00

For those of you who knows what this title means before reading this post, I need to warn you, I have not seen a star yet.
For those of you who have no idea what I am talking about, let me explain:
My good friend Veronica and I met while working at "The Lord's Flower Shop" aka Campus Craft and Floral. We thought it was a blessed place because, well, it was BYU's flower shop. We saw a common type of blessing almost every day while working there; all of our co-workers got engaged. Without fail, every girl that walked through those doors and worked behind the counters got engaged eventually. Surely, something was in that flower water. Something that apparently Veronica and I didn't touch or consume, or whatever it was that those girls were doing. After both of us went through some messy breakups, we bonded one day while doing what girls do best. We complained about dating and boys. During this "therapy" we probably consumed a lot of chocolate (a staple at Campus Craft) and we also came up with a plan. We talked about how dating and courtship has been around for...forever. Why hasn't anybody come up with a better way of dating? Why hasn't someone come up with a fail-proof way of dating so that we wouldn't get hurt? Life could be so much easier. Then the plan popped into our emotional minds, and we thought it was brilliant. What if it was as easy as this;
One day you are walking down the street, and you are approaching a guy. All of a sudden you see a star appear on his forehead, and at the same moment, he sees one on yours. This is the universal sign for, "You are supposed to be together and eventually get married." No questions, no tears, no wondering. You just know. You would always be happy with the outcome, and life would go on.
Why hasn't anybody invented this?
So, in the words of that soda commercial that comes on before movies;
I'm looking at you scientists.

Oh, and Veronica eventually saw her star.

Running Gods

2010-07-31T15:20:00.000-07:00

That's who I am going to need to start praying to. The Running Gods. I did it. I signed up for a half marathon on September 25. Technically, I have already done a half (except I didn't pay a thousand dollars, nor do I have a cool tee shirt to show for it--hence the reason why I signed up; I really want the shirt). It has actually been a really good thing for me to know that it is coming and that I did shell out the big bucks (okay, so it was only 50 bucks. but still) and I really need to train for this thing. The training has been great, besides the one time I actually slipped a disc in my back and thought I might be suffering from pre-mature osteoporosis. That was fun. So, if I do a little more of this:

Then I can be more like this:

Instead of this:

Second item of business:
Natalie is getting married in less than a week. It's starting to really hit me. She's happily in love and going to move in with her best friend. But, at least I get to babysit 30 twelve year olds all year...wait... Just kidding. I'm excited for the wedding and the babysitting. I mean, teaching.

Disney Love

2010-07-24T08:22:00.000-07:00

We went to the symphony. They played Disney music. Although Bryn and I met up with these boys very late, we still made it to hear the magic that is Disney.

Oh I see...

2010-07-22T10:46:00.000-07:00

I did it. I went to Tarzan in Ivins, Utah last night with my friend Anna. Although the girls next to us nearly had heart attacks any time anything would happen on stage, and we saw someone back into another person's car and drive away; overall it was a great night. Tarzan was RIPPED. Unfortunately, due to copyright reasons, I could not snap a photo of his incredible physique. So, you can look at ours:

Oh, and the title of this post, "Oh I see." Anyone get it? Anyone?

My Life in a Chick Flick

2010-07-16T09:12:00.000-07:00

I have decided recently that I have always wished, and still wish, my life were a chick flick. Cliche? I know, but give me a break. Don't tell me you have never wished for this:

Okay, let's delete the one from Princess Diaries 1. Nobody really enjoyed that kiss. What was she thinking? Anyone with sideburns that big, most definitely has issues.

Back to my main point...
There are times in my life when I wish my life could be a little more, well...romantically exciting. TMI?
(If you do not wish to read my blog ever again after this, I completely understand.)
Here are a few situations that I feel could only make my life a little more well, appealing. (Thereby giving me a more intriguing blog, which would really be better for you so you wouldn't feel as though you had wasted your time reading about me.) A girl can dream right?
1. I am walking down a street and this happens:

A soldier just back from war decides to lay one on me. Luckily, my story does not end there. That night, we walk down the beach, holding hands. It starts raining. We fall hopelessly in love.

2. I wake up one night and find a vampire in my room who has been watching me for months while I sleep....
Oh wait...
Never mind on that one.

4. A boy (who I am somewhat interested in) asks me on a date. We date. He brings me flowers once or twice.

...still too far-fetched?....
fine.

5. A boy I am interested in talks to me.

Someday...

Tarzan Anyone?

2010-07-12T09:17:00.000-07:00

I really really really want to go to this:

I was thinking next Wednesday night the 21st. Anyone want to go? 45 dollars, I will drive. Anyone?

Jacob or Edward

2010-06-30T23:07:00.000-07:00

WHO CARES?!?!?!?
Good preface to what this post will be about? Well, it won't be that clear-cut, but here goes...
I have read all 4 of the Twilight books. It's true. I actually somewhat enjoyed the first 3. (I'm going to blame this on the fact that I was 20, single, and I had just gotten back from Romania- the place where vampires originate.) At the time, I was totally team Edward. Who can't resist a guy who is pasty white, cold as rock and stands in your bedroom staring at you all night long? Hot, right? Anyway, by the time I read the 4th book I was over it all. Then for Christmas this last year my friend Kubo bought me a full-size Edward cut out. Awesome. He has come in handy for jokes on unsuspecting victims. Then tonight I went to the movie.
Natalie and I even got these ridiculously huge cups of Coke (sorry mom) that had pictures of Edward and Jacob. The point of this post is (drum roll please) even though I got over the Twilight feelings of twitterpation, when the man asked me if I wanted an Edward or a Jacob cup...
I still wanted Edward.
Pathetic? Or young at heart?
Let's go with the latter.

Papa Eugene

2010-06-20T22:56:00.000-07:00

It's Father's Day. Actually, by the time I post this it won't be Father's Day anymore; but that does not diminish the feelings I am compelled to write about my father. I feel that the best way to describe Ted would be through a few stories.

1. Kamikaze Ted: One early morning I was laying in bed when I heard a groan from my parent's room. I sauntered in, only to collapse on my parents bed as I laid eyes on the scene before me. There was my father sprawled out in his biking outfit (spandex shorts, Novell t-shirt) with blood smeared all over his face. Moaning that he needed a little help. A LITTLE HELP?! Dad looked like he needed the emergency room.
"Dad! What happened?!" (Note that at this point I am still near passed out on the bed)
"I was riding my bike down the canyon. Emily, you should have seen it, I was going so fast!" (I knew where this was going.)
Turns out Dad had been trying to set a new speed record, or death record, however you look at it, on his bike. He took a corner too fast, clipped another biker, flew off the bike, hit his face on a rock. He then refused the help from the other biker, stuck some tissue up his nose and rode all the way back to our house. His nose produced blood like a faucet the entire way back.
He went to work that day, broken nose and all. Oh, Dad.

2. Running: I love to run up and down the Provo Canyon trail. Love it more than anything else I do outside. One day we were up at our cabin, and I decided to go for a run. I got to Vivian Park, turned around, and was loving the endorphins when I noticed a car parked across the river from me. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was my father. He was just making sure I was safe. Didn't want to hurry me. He would drive alongside me, pull a ways ahead, then stop and wait for me to catch up to him.

3. Bishop/slave: My Dad is a busy man. He is dedicated to his church calling, and at the same time is a slave to his job. He leaves at 6 every morning for work, comes home late at night, and does his visits to people in the ward. I admire him for it.

There are so many more things I could write about. So many more stories, but nothing could express my love and admiration enough for my daddy. Thanks for always being there for me. For listening to me when I'm emotional. For being responsible for things I should be responsible for. For being an amazing example of how to live a great life.

Things that make me smile

2010-06-19T16:35:00.000-07:00

Here are a few things of the summer that I love:
#1. Ingrid Michaelson, You and I.
I love this song. So happy. To listen, click to the right of the page.
#2. The Help.

Amazing book.
#3. Etsy. But in particular, this ring:

#4. This man:

Matthew Goode. Haven't seen Leap Year? Do yourself a favor and see it. If you don't have a man of your own, trust me, he makes it worse. But oh so good.

#5. Joshua Radin. Thank you for your music. It's magical.

#6. Peonies.

Need I say more?

The Moment When I Know it Won't Work

2010-06-09T10:00:00.000-07:00

Being a Provo girl, a BYU grad, and a great first-dater, I have to reflect on my experiences of all the times it hasn't worked out. Let me share with you some of my experiences of the first moment on a date that I know it's not going anywhere...

1. I open the door and think my roommate's dad is here to get here. Whoops...that would be my date.
2. I open the door and see K-Swiss.
3. I open the door and his back is turned to me, he strategically turns around, trying to fake cool and not look nervous.
4. We get in the car and the first thing he asks me is, "What kind of music do you listen to?" I, being completely honest, say, "I don't really care. I like a lot of music." He rolls his eyes and I realize he is a music snob. We will definitely not be happy together.
5. While driving away from my apartment/house, he says, "Yeah, I dated a girl that lived near here." Alright buddy, guess what? I don't want to listen to stories about your ex. Why? Because I'm here RIGHT NOW.
6. The date involves a sport. This is usually alright, but the "moment of realization" happens when he really cares about how bad I am at (insert any sport. any at all).
7. My date kisses another girl while on the date.
8. My date calls another girl, invites her to join us at a volleyball game. They have a great time.
9. He takes me to his apartment and shows me his computer game collection.
10. The entire date the poor guy is shaking. This is not so much of a "moment of realization" as an "entire date of realization."
11. He is wearing old man jeans. You know what I'm talking about...and it happens all the time.
12. He talks about other girls and how hot their bodies are. There are far too many examples to share here. Have I ever mentioned I seem to attract the strange and conceded?
13. He tells me his wife will never gain weight, even after having children.
14. He can't laugh.
15. He can't speak.
16. He thinks that treating me like an object and asking me to do things with him is a good idea to hook me.
17. He makes me make a music video for him in the middle of Wal Mart. (This was a blind date)
18. He sounds like a contestant on the bachelorette. "I just think family is so important. I just wanted to share with you some of my feelings about family and about why I'm so sensitive and wonderful." I know family is important, buddy. Actions speak louder than words. Thanks.
19. He pulls up in a convertible, and says, "Hop in the back."
20. He uses really crude humor.

I could go on, but I'll spare the readers...and the boys that may read this.

Love...almost

2010-06-03T10:30:00.000-07:00

I'm in love with Ikea. (If you would like to pronounce it correctly, say it ee-kay-uh. I know this because I am of Swedish descent, and if you have Swedish blood, you innately know how to pronounce names of Swedish stores. It also helps if your grandparents serve multiple Swedish missions.) Last night, Natalie and I embarked on a journey to Ikea. After hearing the worst song ever about 10 times on the way up (Usher's W.o.W) we finally saw that beacon of blue and yellow. Nothing could have made us happier after listening to how much Usher likes girls' bodies than going up that escalator and immediately looking at kitchens. I'll be honest, I'm a little too high maintenance to really consider buying an Ikea kitchen, but it's fun to look around. I found the most perfect little pink ottoman thingy that I am going to use in my classroom to replace my *new* laptop cart. Why replace it if it's new? Because, as one of my students informed me, it's a safety hazard. I also purchased the cutest throw blanket to go on my bed, in my newly decorated room.
Now I would like to talk about the people of Ikea. Have you ever visited peopleofwalmart.com? I think we need to make an "employeesofikea.com." Yes, there are quirky shoppers at Ikea, but after you look past the excessive piercings, lack of proper clothing, and teenagers sitting on the furniture, look at the employees. Nice? Yes. Strange? MmmHmmm. That's all I will say. I actually work with someone who I love very much who once worked at Ikea, so I know that there are normal people there. I don't want to seem like a terrible person. Too late? Grandma? I know you read this...

50 Fifty

2010-05-30T17:19:00.000-07:00

Because I am missing my little kiddos so much, I think I will show their favorite music video. I had to play this 3 times in a row because they were laughing so hard, the tears were rolling down their faces. Enjoy...

Really?

2010-05-27T16:58:00.000-07:00

Really? I, Emily Lloyd, the girl who hates to say goodbye so much, that I usually just avoid them and slip out quietly, became a teacher. I don't want to say goodbye tomorrow, but I know it's coming. Today we had graduation. Did I cry? You bet your bottom dollar I did. Bawled like a baby. My girls were looking at me with little smiles thinking, "We know why you're crying. We love you too." The boys were looking at me with genuine concern. Like, "What the heck happened to Miss Lloyd?" You see, 6th grade teachers don't cry in front of their students. It's not cool. It's not kosher. It's not 6th grade protocol. However, these students happened to get a teacher who must have been a waterfall in another life.
On a happy note, I got my class list for next year. 29 students. 10 of them girls. If you have a hard time with subtraction, let me tell you how many boys that will be in my class next year. 19. Yeah. 19 eleven and twelve year old boys.
Challenging? Yes.
Frustrating at times? Yes.
Hilarious? Absolutely.

On to another subject that is on most girls' minds lately. The Bachelorette. You have no idea how excited I am that it has started again. I know it's pitiful that a show that revolves around fake drama, fake wealth, fake bodies, fake personalities and fake happiness, makes me so happy. Mostly, I love making fun of it. However, I always find myself getting overly opinionated at who should go and who should get one of those roses at the end of every episode.
Let the analyzing begin...
Ali. Hate her. Hate is a strong word. So I'm going to change it to...actually, no. Let's keep it at hate.

She is whiny, cry-y, sniffly, high-maintenance, giggly, and all things to exude a "I'm such a girl, I can't survive without a man" facade. She left the last Bachelor because she was offered a job at facebook. She is back saying that she knows she can find love this time. Good luck Ali. I hope you choose Craig M.

My favorite is Chris H. Cute, nice, not self absorbed. Love him.

To see the lineup go here:
pictures of the guys

Love Letters

2010-05-13T13:12:00.000-07:00

For the end of the year I am having my students write a letter to each person in the class. Here are a few good ones:

Dear *boy*,
You are very funny and you have a good sense of humor. You are very fast even when you have a crippled leg.
Sincerely,
*boy*

Dear *girl*,
You are funny and nice. I will always remember the time when you tied me to a pole, smeared lipstick all over me, put three pig-tails in my hair and painted my nails. You're a great friend.
Sincerely,
*boy*

Dear *boy*,
Well, it's been an interesting year hasn't it? I wish that you and I could be friendly. It's so funny to watch you tick off the music teacher. Here is my email..... (this is followed by a kiss mark)
Sincerely,
*girl*
ps, yes, that is a kiss mark.