My Life... AKA THE JAZZ

This is what professional NBA critics say in the course of a few minutes...

"Take his ass OUT!"
"Are you freaking kidding me??"
"What the hell are you thinking?"
"Holy shiz."
"What the hell is he doing?"
"They waited too long to take out dumb ass!"
"Blow your damn whistle!"
Wieners come up every once in a while too...
"What are you doing? JACKASS!!!!"
"That stupid bast! What is he doing?"
Rape also comes up every once in a while... (Usually only when Kobe is mentioned)
........

Welcome to the ultimate Jazz fan club. The real fans don't actually like the players, coaches, officials, or other related organizations. If you think you would be a good fit for this club, join Matt's facebook group, "Freakin' Trade Carlos Boozer."

Matt wants it known that he is also "THE SHIT"

The Secret Life of Teachers

When you were in elementary school, did you ever wonder what teachers REALLY did in faculty meetings? Or possibly wonder about what REALLY hid behind those doors to the faculty room? Maybe mountains of food and candy? Maybe a swimming pool, complete with water slide? Maybe something even more fantastic?

Here's the truth. On Friday last week, our faculty went LASER TAGGING for our mandatory faculty meeting. My job is probably the best one out there. I was always jealous of Randy's job, but I think I've finally outdone him. (Muahahahahaha...)

I am "the SHIT"

Have you ever had one of those days where you execute something perfectly? Then, after, you think, "DAMN! I AM GOOD AT MY JOB!" I've had a couple days like that lately. It made me think of all the words I wanted to use to describe my teaching:
awesome
wonderful
fantastic
amazing
perfect
supure (Yes, I am THAT good)
...
(I won't go on)
Basically... THE SHIT!

I usually don't swear a lot on my blog but I'm feelin' it!

St. Patrick's Day

Up until this point, holidays as a teacher have been pretty lame. For Christmas, we watched a movie. For Valentine's day, we had a little party, but it wasn't one that anyone would remember. And for birthdays, the kids get a candy bar and we sing. I've been pretty bummed that I have been such a slacker. So for St. Patrick's day, we went all out.
A couple weeks ago, I convinced my kids that leprechauns come to my classroom every year and play tricks on me and the students, and that this year, we would outsmart those clever guys. So we built traps, disguised in all the things that are tempting to leprechauns- shiny stuff, warning signs, giant versions of their own hats... you get the picture. We were going to trap these guys once and for all.
Well, the day came, and those leprechauns bested us once again!

They left a note for us on the board...


Hid shamrocks all around the room...


Left their dirty footprints on the walls and even the ceiling...


And not only were they not fooled by our traps, they left us notes and gold coins!



We'll get 'em next year for sure.

Bay-kay-shun

This weekend, Randy and Jenny and the kids came down to Salt Lake to hang out with family. It's always a party when those guys are around. On Saturday, the boys were going to go golfing, but it started snowing, so they went and hit a bucket of balls instead. While the boys were gone, the girls went to lunch at Chilis. It is so fun going to lunch and doing a little shopping with the girls (and the kids). That is one of my favorite things to do for sure.





On Saturday night, Matt and I went to see "Alice in Wonderland." Neither of us really loved it, it was okay, but not great. On Sunday, we had family dinner, watched the Jazz game, and had FHE with everyone. We always love when we can all be together. It's nice to think that to Brad, coming down to Salt Lake to see his family is a "bay-kay-shun."

Logie

The first weekend of March, Matt and I went up to Cache Valley to hangout with the Fischer clan, and celebrate some birthdays- Kamie and Bradley. We got up there on Saturday, while Randy was in the middle of fixing his bed. So how many Fischers (and Todd) does it take to fix a bed frame? Apparently, 4, and it took over 3 hours. The girls hung out at the house with the kids while the boys were "project-ing" and finally, we had to send texts to the boys to get them home! (Luckily we did- they were attempting to rein in another member of the Mustache March club) That night, before we went to dinner, Randy and Jenny had to instruct the babysitter. Jenny went over the basics for about 5 minutes. Randy had to give this poor girl a step-by-step lesson on how NOT TO MESS UP HIS RECORDING OF THE JAZZ GAME. I was dying. He probably spent more time telling her about the remote than Jenny spent telling her about the kids. Good times. We went out to eat at Texas Roadhouse with Tim, Kamie, Randy, Jenny, Lance, Kendra, Steven, Kari, Todd, and Melissa. Whew. We are lucky we got a table, not because it was busy, but because we are lucky we didn't get kicked out. This picture shows a group thumb wrestle while waiting for our table.


On Sunday, we went to church with Randy and Jenny, and had a yummy birthday lunch for Brad, and opened presents with Brad. It was such a fun weekend. Those kids are my favorite. This picture is of Claire after stealing Matt's hat. It might be my favorite picture of her.

Mustache March

Sick! Sick! Sick!
Matt is usually the brains of the weird Fischer things, and he will take credit for this too. Mustache March. Growing a mustache for an entire month. Why? Because he's proud to be a man. And proud to look like an idiot/sicko for 31 days. Could Matt save other families the pain of this horrible experience? No. His brothers, father, and other random people have joined in, scaring many people all over the state of Utah. Will I be happy when this is over? HELL YES!

This is the first week of Mustache March. Why is it that my husband is the only one who really even has a mustache? Because I have really, REALLY, bad luck.