Ski Time!

I can't believe it's been a whole year already! It seems like yesterday when Scottie got me to go skiiing for the first time since... eighth grade? I guess that I sucked so bad last time that he decided to invite his buddy Jarom to go snowboarding with him and invite my lil sis Megs (who hasn't been skiing since six grade) to be my ski buddy so I'd have someone to ski with on the bunny hill...haha. Apparently the bunny hill just isn't his thing? Well it was a blast and yes Megs and I only spent two runs (for practice) on the bunny hill and then we were off to bigger and better things. I was also very impressed with Scottie's boarding skills! I really want to learn how to snowboard after watching him today but I'm afraid that might be awhile since I'm somewhat terrified on skis? But over all it was a blast hanging out with Scottie, Megs, and Jarom and enjoying the fresh new snow!

Megs and I getting ready to hit the slopes!

I was trying to keep warm on the way up the frigid slopes. Good thing I had one eye to help me know when to hop off?

Scottie and I enjoying the scenic view on the way up!

It's not that difficult getting off the chair when it's only you and one other person....

But it is when you have four people, two skiers and two snowboarders.


After a good lunch we were bundled up and ready to go!

Skipping Thanksgiving?

I have never been one to put up my Christmas decorations before Thanksgiving. In years past I've always kind of felt bad for Thanksgiving! I feel that it often gets neglected and overlooked thanks to its neighboring holiday. But for some odd reason this year, I couldn't resist!

I have heard that this year there are five less days between Thanksgiving and Christmas... so that makes me feel better.

Why I Teach First Grade

Whenever I tell people that I teach, they often respond by saying "That's cool. What grade do you teach?" Then when I tell them that I teach first grade they say "I don't know how you do it?" Sometimes I agree with them but then there are little moments like today that make me realize why I really do teach first grade! Here's how it went. We were just getting ready to go to the library when I look over and see one of my dear students, Bayleigh, picking her nose. This is our convo...

Mrs. Lamb: "Bayleigh, quit picking your nose!"

Bayleigh "But it hurts Miss Laaam (said with a Texas accent) it's bleeding, I need a band aid!!"

Mrs. Lamb: "Let me see sweetie"

Bayleigh then shows me the inside of her nose. (As if a band aid would work in this area?)

Mrs. Lamb: "It looks like your okay, but if you keep picking at it, it's gonna bleed."

Bayleigh: "Okay..."

Shortly after getting to library, I look over and see Bayleigh picking her nose again....

Mrs. Lamb: "Bayleigh, quit picking at your nose!'

Bayleigh: "But it still hurts Miss Laaam?"

Mrs. Lamb "I know Bayleigh, that's why I want you to stop picking at it!"

At this point the librarian is reading a story to the class and I hear....

Bayleigh: "Mrs. Marshall, my nose is bleeding!!" (guess she didn't believe me)

Mrs. Marshall (The librarian): "Go get a tissue on the counter."

Now, the librarian and I are dying of laughter in the back of the room watching her shove pieces of tissue up her nose. So just picture this little girl with these funny facial expressions with gobs of tissue sticking out of her nose.

Five minutes later....

Bayleigh: "Miss Laam!!! I have tissue stuck up my nose!!!!"

Mrs. Lamb: "Come here, let me see. Tilt your head back."

As I'm looking up her nose for any trace of a tissue, I can't see anything....at all. I was getting quite nervous that I would have to pry it out with tweezers or something so I said...

Mrs. Lamb: "Bayleigh, go get the trash can."

Bayleigh: "What for Miss Laaam?"

Mrs. Lamb: "Just go get the trash can Bayleigh."

She returns with the trashcan and I'm busting a gut because only Bayleigh would do something like this.

Mrs. Lamb: "Okay sweetheart, I need you to push this side of your nose shut.

Bayleigh: "But it's this side Miss Laaam?"

Mrs. Lamb: "I know sweetie just push your other nostril shut."

Bayleigh:"Okay..."

Holding the trash can up to her nose I said....

Mrs. Lamb: "Now BLOW!"

Seconds later, thanks to a good farmer blow, the nickel size ball of tissue comes flying out her nose into the trash can and I hear....

Bayleigh: "WOW!! IT'S LIKE BASKETBALL!!! THANKS MISS LAAAM! LOOK GUYS!!!"

My other students: "WOW!! Good job Bayleigh!!!"

And that my friends... is why I teach first grade. Did I mention the burnt, chocolate chip cookies that she stayed up all night making for me? That's another story for another day :-)

Honoring My Veteran

Since yesterday was Veterans Day, I thought it would only be fit to honor my own Veteran, Scottie!!

Thanks Lovers for all you do!!

The educated and noneducated

There are educated voters.....

Showing of our "I voted" stickers


Enjoying this bumper sticker on my way home from voting.


And then there are uneducated voters...





It's a simple as that. I sure hope you are an educated voter.

Happy Halloween!!

This year for our Halloween party, it was quite difficult to come up with unique costume. So, in my weekly journals that I write to my first graders, I asked them what they thought I should be. I had several hilarious responses such as: "You should be a waterfall because you're so tall" or "You should be a super model because you're the prettiest teacher....(good boy). But the best idea had to have been: "You should be a lamb!!" and that's just what we did...well kinda? Here I am as Little Bo Peep. Can you guess who my sheep is?


Apparently I didn't know how to wear my costume so half way through our party my friend so kindly told me my top was on backwards!! I did wonder why is was so uncomfortable? Ha ha. Scottie's costume was a classic!! I made it out of 10 bags of cotton balls and one can of spray adhesive...and a pair of sweats. Thanks for making my day babe!!

Here is a picture after I figured out how my costume was suppose to look.




Here are a few pics from our party!!

Yummy Food






Here is my first grade team dressed as....

of course, crayons.

And my cute class...


But what is Halloween without the usual carving of the pumpkins?






Happy Halloween!

My Husband...the Unsurprisable

This week was Scottie's birthday! After he took me to wonderful Las Vegas for my birthday, I wanted to do something great for his in return. At first I thought it would be a great idea to throw him a surprise party. After much thought I couldn't remember if I had already asked my mom for her help. So, I text her and said "Hey mom, did I ask you already if you could help me throw Scottie a surprise?" minutes later I receive a text from Scott saying "no you didn't ask me lol" I was outraged! I cannot tell you how many times I accidentally text him when I mean to text someone else. So I thought I could cover it up by saying that I was going to throw him a little surprise dinner if he got an internship. Of course he said "Whatever! I know you were going to throw my a surprise party!" So that's what I said "Fine! I was going to throw you one but now that you know about it, I'm not!" He replied back saying "Now you're trying to make me think that you're not going to throw me one so that you can throw me one!" Of course...I gave up. Now that I had blew my surprise, I had to do something else. But first let me give you a little background on my honey. My husband HATES surprises. Well not that he doesn't like to be surprised but the second he knows that there is a surprise, he wants to know what it is and will do anything to find out! For example each year growing up, he would open his presents before Christmas, play with them, and tape them back up...empty. His mother and I share the same frustration. Not only is he a little rascal and opens his gifts in advance, but he will do anything to find out what I got him.
Then there's me. My mother always knew when I was lying about something because I always get defensive and mad when she'd ask me something. For example, when I was in college I dated a guy that she did not like. After a while, we broke up but still continued to hang out. Since I knew my mom didn't like him, I avoided any conversation about him. So whenever she'd ask me if I was still hanging out with him, I would get mad and defensive and instantly ...she knew I was lying. This quality has made my teenage years very complicated.
Now that I'm married, my husband has figured this out as well. Now he'll check online to see what store his present came from and then he'll ask me if I got him this or that and wait for me to get defensive and mad and instantly he knows what it is. Well, now that we've been married for a year, I've gotten smart. You see my husband being the accounting major, checks our bank account and credit cards statements on a daily basis. The second he sees Banana Republic...it's all over. So this year, I got smart and went shopping with my mom! The second I laid eyes on this suit, I knew I had to have it (I mean he had to have it). So when we reached the counter to pay for the suit, my mom pulled out her credit card, and I wrote her a check. Finally I was covered and his suit was resting in my mom's closet so there was no way he would find it.
Well upon returning home from shopping I was interrogated with questioning. He instantly asked me if I had gotten him a suit. I calmly explained, without getting mad and defensive, that I would have loved to get him a suit but it was too expensive. Then he continued on and on about every possible thing I could have gotten him. A wallet, dress pants, shirts, shoes, etc. And yes...I had a difficult time! I cannot deceive him! As time went on, I continued to be interrogated each day until the weekend before his birthday. Since Scottie was going to be "So busy" on his birthday, we decided that we'd celebrate it on Saturday instead (I think it was because he couldn't wait till Tuesday?) After we went out to eat with the fam, he continued to pester me to give him his birthday present then instead of on his birthday. After a while I gave in because he wasn't going to give up and I was a little excited as well. So we all gathered in to watch him open his gift. I strategically placed the shirt and pants on top of the jacket so that it would look like a I got him a shirt and dress pants (because that's what he thought I got him). Well wasn't he surprised when he saw that suit jacket at the bottom! I was so happy that I finally pulled it off after all the pestering. Until he tried it on and it was way too short. I was so sad! All that and no reward? Since we were determined we looked online and found it in a tall and had it express shipped so it would be here on his birthday.
When Tuesday finally arrived, I was driving home from school to find a big box waiting on our front porch. That when I got an evil idea in my head. After all my hard work trying to keep his present a secret, I was going to give him a little taste of his own medicine. I quickly rushed inside and hide the present upstairs in the guest bedroom closet and got started on his favorite meal. When he called me on his way home, the first words out of his mouth were "Did my suit come!?" I quickly informed him that it didn't and expressed my frustration because we paid to have it expressed shipped. He then continued to ask me if I had asked the neighbors and checked the mailbox. I again told him that I did and was sorry that it didn't come. Well, as soon as he got home, he asked the neighbors, checked the back door, and then checked online. He was very mad when the online statement said that it had been delivered and left on the front door. Then he got nervous that the yard workers had stolen his suit! He was outraged! And I was laughing my head off. He kept telling me to give him his suit and each time I calmly would tell him that I didn't have it. Well I finally had to draw the line when he decided that he was going to go ask the other neighbors because maybe our next door neighbors weren't home either when they came. When that didn't work he was about to pick up the phone and chew out Banana Republic. I quickly ran upstairs and brought down the box. He was so excited and mad at the same time he didn't know what to do because he was so surprised that I had actually pulled off a good lie! I was so excited when he put on the suit and so pleased that it fit him so well. So happy birthday babe!! I love you so much! Oh ya...good luck this Christmas. Let the games begin.

Scottie opening his gift



Scottie thinking that he got a shirt, belt and dress pants



Scottie realizing that I got him a suit

Scottie still excited about his suit...and me being depressed that it's too short



Scottie's Favorite. Chocolate and coconut pecan frosting



The Birthday Boy


Scottie relieved that his suit really did come



My oh my that's a nice suit! Thanks mom and dad :-)

12 Happy Months

September 21, 2007

Happy First, Lovers!! Can you believe it's really been a whole year? Time really does fly when I'm with you and I'm so grateful to have you for my "hoosband" (haha). I really do appreciate all you do to make me the happiest girl in the world. Thanks for all the great moments! I can't wait to spend thousands more with you. Love you so much!

Now that it's been a whole year...I think I'll order our wedding pics?