Christmas Carols: The Cure for the Wintertime Blues

The other day I posted about the wintertime blahs and boredom.  I colleague of mine has sent the cure.  I could entertain myself with this for days.  Type in the name of a Christmas carol and these guys will sing it to you.  "Jingle Bell Rock" was my favorite so far.  They remind me of Payton singing Christmas carols.  Yesterday it was "We Wish You A Merry Christmas."   One line went, "Good timings we bring to you and your kids...."  Good times indeed.  Happy Holidays everyone!

Little Boys

Little boys come in all shapes and sizes,
Shy and adventurous, full of surprises,
With misshapen halos and mischievous grins,
Small dirty faces, and sweet, sticky chins.

They'll keep you so busy, and yet all the while
Nothing can brighten the world like their smile.
And no greater treasure has brought homes more joy
Than a curious, active, and lovable boy!

Wintertime Blahs!

Boredom is not something I am very familiar with.  However, every winter it seems to creep silently back into my life.  This year it has crept in very early. 

It is nearing the end of the term and most of my classes are working on final projects or reviewing for finals.  In teacherland this is usually a very welcomed thing.  Right now I just can't seem to find anything to entertain myself while my students work. 

Don't get me wrong, I have plenty to do.  I need to make Christmas candy, I have toilets that need cleaned, and Christmas shopping to finish.  None of that can be completed sitting in front of this computer monitor though. 

I won't complain too long about boredom because my mother will tell me to get up and do something for someone and the fact of the matter is, I just dont want to. 

Do you think my boss would mind if I broke out a bunsen burner and started boiling up candy in my classroom?

To Everything There Is A Season

Ahhhh....the infamous Sunday mornings.  At my house, they are usually full of chaos and confusion.  I am counting down the days until our meeting schedule switches to 9am.  I know some of you may think I'm crazy, but the way I see it, if nobody wakes up until 7, and we have to be at church by 9, that cuts Sunday mornings down to two hours.  I can handle two hours. 

I have decided that nobody should have to raise a 17 year old and a 3 year old at the same time.  That is just natures way of being extremely cruel.  If one of them isn't bossing you around, the other one is.  And both of them do it with about the same mentality. 

Bryce and I had to be at the church early.  Our first counselor to the bishop called us and asked if he could meet with us.  I think the Bishop has officially assigned us to him.  I tell Bryce all the time that the bishop doesn't quite know what to think of me.  I'm half Deana, and half John.  For those of you who will know what that means, you know what that means!  I think that he feels I suffer from bipolar disorder.

Anyway, it had been the morning from hell and Bryce and I were bickering on our way into the church.  Anyway, frustration is one emotion that I handle with tears.  So as we get to the office, I am bawling my eyes out and feeling like quite the idiot. 

So after ten minutes of making sure I'm not having a complete meltdown, the first counselor begins to talk to Bryce and I about a calling.  To make a long story short, by the time we were done, he never even asked us to serve.  I think he could tell that I was officially MAXED OUT! 

The moral of the story?  Maybe I'll play the lunatic card more often!

Baby It's Cold Outside

I left my home this morning at 4:55a.m.  If that wasn't punishment enough, I was on my way to the gym (insert groan here).  Still, that wasn't the worst part.  As I drove by the bank on my way, I noticed the flashing billboard reminding me that I was awake at a time that I didn't know existed with an A and an M behind it.  Still, it got worse.  4 degrees.  I mean really, can that even be considered a temperature?

After my obscene workout at an obscene time of day, I finally made it to work and was sorting through some pictures when I ran across this torture:

These are my fabulous friends wasting the day away last March in the Mexican Riviera.  I couldn't bear to experience my pain alone so I sent them all  a copy.  The subject line said,  "What are you doing today?"  The body of the message read:  "Whatever it is, it's not this." 

The worst part is....there is no trip planned for this year.  Twist my arm guys....twist my arm!