Another Long Week....

I had a kid today THROW a chair today at another student and get suspended for four days.


AND ITS ONLY MONDAY.

ew.

It's day like these when I think to myself, "What the HECK did I get myself into?"

Reminder

This is a reminder to myself to post the recipes for the barbecue chipped ham Steph requested, as well as this delicious salmon recipe we ate two nights in a row because it was sooo good.

Happy blessing day Mckenzie! It's so exciting to have two cute little babies to Christmas shop for!

I Love Me a Good Corn Maze!

Oh yes, this is soooo Idaho!

See here for pictures of our apartment.

A Special Day!

10 Things I Like About My Dad

1. He has a killer sense of direction. I like to tell Todd I inherited that from him. My dad can remember landmarks on small roads he drove on 10 years ago. So I guess he has a good memory too. We were never lost on a trip with Dad.

2. He always took us places. We traveled to Maine in the station wagon, and Florida and Idaho in Shrek, the big green van. I think my love of traveling comes from my dad.

3. My dad is kind. He always put his family before himself.

4. My dad gave me a car! What girl wouldn't love a dad like that?

5. My dad is spiritual. He knows a lot about the gospel, and he lives it. He has been a great example of what a Latter-Day Saint should be.

6. Dad always takes care of his girls. He made the cross country trip out to BYU with me several times. Even 3000 miles away, I would call him for medical and money advice.

7. Dad always cheers us on. I remember being able to hear him above the other parents at soccer games, and my mom would make fun of him. He wasn't like those other parents, though, who were screaming at their kids because they messed up. He was yelling encouragement! (Although I'm still offended that mom and dad would always tell me, "You look like a ballerina!")

8. Dad is good at his job. I think its because he works so hard. I wish I could have learned more of his work ethic. He is very good at what he does, I think people feel like he is trustworthy and dependable.

9. Now that I'm old enough, I can appreciate the help Dad gave my Mom around the house. He is good at dishes. Maybe this is why I married a man who is also good at doing the dishes. On Saturdays he would always do stuff around the house (and still does), and he would help de-clutter on Sundays so my mom wouldn't go crazy.

10. My dad is cool! He stays up with this technology stuff. He will even send text messages from Sunday School...haha. He keeps in touch with us by sending pictures, and has even started updating the blog on his own! I am proud of him for keeping up!


We love you Dad, and wish we could be there to celebrate with you!

Regression

I think I were a 15 year old girl.....

Oh my, what a cutie (and yes, "Crush" can be heard playing in our home)

Shhh...don't tell my husband!

Uh....

Somehow I have a hard time giving Lindsay Lohan any credit for her political opinions.

Same with Madonna...and Pamela Anderson...

Sort of makes me want to vote AGAINST anyone that these loonies (cough...I mean, EXPERTS, or even NORMAL people) are voting FOR.

Give me a break.

Things We Accomplished/Did Last Week

*Watched "In America" to see what all the hype was about (it's an older movie that turned up on a lot of "go-see" lists....eh, it was okay)

*Todd did homework.

*Received a calling to teach the 12-13 year olds, taught our first "official" lesson on eternal marriage (go figure), and were set apart.

*Megan played her first volleyball games on Monday night. She lost three and won three. Then she went home and threw up for the next 12 hours.

*Megan got a stomach virus. Todd got a lot of homework.

* Megan talked to her sister for the first time in a long time. She is a bad sister!

*Found the post office.

*Todd learned about several cases involving door to door salesmen. Those pesky door-to-door guys. Megan ignored the door to door people that keep trying to sell her magazines.

*Todd read and did homework.

*Megan got better. Asked for a dinner out on Friday. Then Megan got sick again. No eating out for her. Then Megan got better. Now Megan is getting a cold. Ugh.

*Lamented the loss of Jamba Juice and the Cheesecake Factory (and Staples). Settled for a smoothie at Sonic. What is this place, Topeka, anyway?

*Megan read and posted to the new Ross family blog. Hooray!

*Megan politely listened while the girls at church talked about being pregnant. Megan inserted stories of "this friend this" and "my sister this" but felt left out as she has not jumped on that bandwagon yet. By the way Christine, I told someone Max was like 10 pounds or something. Sorry if I elaborated, I needed a cool story! Patience, my friends, patience.
*******By the way Christine, I told someone Max was like 10 pounds or something. Sorry if I elaborated, I needed a cool story!

*Made barbecue chipped ham for Sunday dinner, a Ross classic. Megan forgot she didn't have vinegar, and went into panic mode. Subbed lemon juice for the vinegar, and it tasted the same! Crisis averted. Also made delicious no-bake cookies, even though we were invited over for dessert at a member's home.

*Got pictures printed at Walgreens. Megan is WAY behind on the scrapbooking!

*Watched Ohio State get pounded. Sounds like we left just in time.

*Watched 24 hour coverage of Hurricane Ike. Figured there had GOT to be some other news. Gave up and watched Cheaters instead (classy, aren't we?)

*Todd did homework.

So there ya go. Just in case you were dying to know the comings and goings of the Thomasons! Here's a little gem for ya to let you know how it feels to be sick all the time :)

(I am so scary right here
TAKE THAT STOMACH FLU!)

I'm not "shopping" on Sunday, just window shopping!

I just wasted a lot of my Sunday free time here.
I think I just might spend some money there...of course, if you all go and look at them, they won't be such a novelty though, right?

And far behind Kaylene, I have discovered Etsy...although I am completely overwhelmed by the vast numbers of vendors and such. I do like this stuff.

Also scribbleitonline.com kept me entertained for a while.

Have at it, kids!

9/11

I'm a few days late, but I've been reading a few blogs that talk about what they were doing or what they remember about 9/11. I thought I'd share mine.

I was in my senior year of high school. We had just rotated to AP Art History class. An announcement came over the loudspeakers that the first tower had been hit, and we were instructed to turn on the TV's in the classroom. I remember we all just sat there silently, and in shock.

As we watched a reporter speak in front of the Pentagon, a girl sitting next to me said, "Wouldn't it be crazy if they tried to hit the Pentagon." We agreed, and then a crazy thing happened. A plane hit the Pentagon. That moment felt so surreal. As we sat there at 9:15 and on, we watched the towers fall.

I don't remember any classes after that. I remember switching, being in the hallway, and seeing my friend. She was crying, because her dad was a contractor on a job up in Washington, D.C. No one knew the extent of the damage to the Pentagon yet. Other kids were worried about family members in that area. What if they were dead? What if they couldn't reach them? I mean, WE were worried. We lived in this tiny town, but we were also located close to an Air Force Base, and if something big happened in D.C. (especially nuclear), two hours wouldn't seem that far away anymore.

We got out of school early that day, around 1. I, like most other kids, went home to sit and watch TV with my family.

Even today it still makes me emotional. Todd and I were watching the coverage this year as we got ready for school, and I felt myself tearing up. Even Todd admitted to getting emotional. It's cliche, but 9/11 definitely stands as one of those moments I will never forget. Where were you guys?

I am getting back into the world after being sick (SO SICK) for a few days. Hopefully, I have done all the puking I will ever have to do for a long time (I will be a terrible pregnant lady).

Too much information, guys?

Smelly Hair, continued

Today I witnessed this:

Girl A drops her jolly rancher.
Boy picks it up (same one who asked to smell my hair).
Girl asks for her jolly rancher.
Boys says, "I'll give it back if you let me smell your hair."
Exasperated, Girls leans her head over, and boy gets a whiff, inhaling deeply.

Fifth graders are WEIRD!







P.S. Oh, and I have SO many opinions on the recent democratic and republican conventions (read: OPINIONS only!) but I'll get to that this weekend. I have a feeling I am going to become a huge Sarah Palin fan (but not one of those with the "Hot Momma" buttons, c'mon people!) :)

Also Awkward

Fifth-grade boy in my class: Can I smell your hair?

Me: Um, why?

Boy: Because girls' shampoo smells good!

Me: I don't think so.

Later, same boy: Mrs. Thomason, do you have a boyfriend?

Me: Um, I have a husband.

Boy: You have a husband?? (as I quickly walk away and try to forget this conversation).

The joys of fifth-grade boys and raging hormones...does it really start this young?

And I had this conversation today too:

Me: Aren't you guys supposed to be working?

Boy: If I tell you my plan, will you promise to keep it a secret from the government?

Me: Well, I'm not going to promise you that (thinking, what the CRAP is he talking about?)

While I'm on a roll, this was another funny thing in class.

Mrs. S-J (my mentor teacher): You need to get this signed by your parents, or guardians or whoever takes care of you.

Boy (preacher-style): JESUS takes care of me!

It's already been an interesting 16 days.