Author Archives: Elisabeth

About Elisabeth

The joyous and sometimes odd adventures of a former English teacher and her trusty sidekicks, Jared the Hottie Husband and her two Italian Greyhounds, Stinky Stevie and Bonnie Boo. Recently the adorable baby, Princess Evelyn, has joined the clan to shake things up!

Random Tag post

Random Tag post

I haven’t updated in awhile. I am sorry. Things have been crazy in life, and I haven’t been able to do the online thing.

Since I can’t make sense of my life, I am going to do this fun tag post from my cousin Amy‘s website.  For lack of better things to say.

Jobs I’ve held:
1. Target clothing

2. part of the bakery at the canon center (for a couple of days)

3.BYU OIT student support

4. Student teaching (This totally counts as a full time job)

5.Real teaching at the middle school.

Movies I can watch again and again:
1. Stardust

2. Pride and Prejudice the 5 hour A&E version!)

3. Shrek 1 and 2

Guilty Pleasures:
1. Re-reading my comfort books again and again. Particularly vampire/fantasy/sci-fi related!

2. chocolate… especially chocolate and peanutbutter mixes…. mmmmm.

3. Planting flowers in the backyard and chillin there.

Places I’ve lived:
1. Utah

2. Texas

3. California

Shows I enjoy:
1. Bones (yay)
2. Myth Busters
3. Fringe
4. Chuck
5. That 70s Show

What were likely the first things you thought when you saw your significant other (or best friend) for the first time?
I “met” my husband for the first time when he was chatting online with one of my friends. I was at my friend’s house. And I thought he was kinda strange, but seemed like a fun guy. Go invisible wrapping paper!

Places I’ve been on vacation:
1. The UK
2. Florida (Disneyworld!)
3. NYC, New York
4. Yellowstone Park
5. Disneyland, and California area

Favorite foods:
1. Indian food
2. Mexican food
3. Sushi

Websites I visit daily:
1. email (work and personal)
2. Facebook
3. News (CNN and MSN)
4. Weather.com

Body parts I have injured:
1. Right elbow dislocated at age five and had to have surgery. Still got that scar…

2. My head problems? Not sure if that is something I injured or just happened. It matters not.

3. various cuts and bruises

Nicknames I’ve had:
1. Liz
2. Lizbeth
3. All others I am going to leave alone because I’d rather forget them or they’re super personal 🙂

Your turn. I tag:
1. everyone that reads this and has a blog!
Who tagged me:
1. Amy 🙂

Downer Week

Downer Week

This is a mix of self-pity and ranting. You’ve been warned.

I think the cosmos is against me this week.

Reason 1: The main water pipe is broken. Past the shut off, which is the place where the city takes responsibility. In Utah, the shut off is really close to the house if not in the basement. Here, it’s in the front yard, right next to the street and sidewalk. Insurance refuses to cover anything that is not directly on the foundation of the house.

What does this mean? The yard is “no man’s land.”  Anything in there is NOT covered by anything, anyone, but us.  awesome. So we have a plumber who should be here any minute… which would be lovely, since we had to turn the water off for the past 3 days meaning no incoming water for dishes, laundry, and bathroom necessities. Thanks Cosmos. It’s not like I want to shower any time soon anyways.

Reason 2: 7th grade writing assessment. TAKS- Texas Assessment of Knowledge and Skills. This means that we are required to stare at students as they take a writing test and write a composition to a lame and vague prompt like “Write a composition about a time when you were brave.”  Teachers have to watch them. No reading a book, no lesson planning, no drawing. Just have to walk around the room and make sure the kids don’t cheat. When the kids are done, they can either read a book (but not a magazine/newspaper) or sleep. Most students take a couple hours. In my classroom, students were testing from 9:00-3:00.

For those of you who don’t want to do the math, that’s SIX hours of me doing NOTHING. And trying to keep the kids who DID finish quiet, because you know, most kids don’t like to sit and read a book for 3 hours straight after 3 hours of testing. OY. Big headache there.

Reason 3: I applied for a summer writing program for teachers. I filled out a several page application and even spent an evening down at the university campus for an interview. Didn’t get accepted. Got the generic “sorry” email: “We’ve made our decisions about who will make up this year’s cohort for the summer institute at the Heart of Texas Writing Project, and unfortunately, this particular year, you haven’t been selected.  Our decisions, for the most part, are strategic and meant to advance the project’s goals in particular educational settings.  Many of our decisions were made in the interest of serving high-need schools and students, because that kind of work is a priority for our project at present.”

Awesome.

Reason 4: Teaching middle school can really suck. Today was one of the days I just want to throw down the towel and quit. I love most of my students, but in this one particular class, there are a couple of kids who just are pills. And they ruin the class for me, for their peers, and really, for themselves. Today was just bad with a couple of them… I cried my whole 35 minute drive home because I am FRUSTRATED.

Reason 5: District transfers. A new middle school is about to open up and it will affect my school the most. Some teachers are going to have to move to it. I have been considering transferring to a school closer to home, as a 40 minute drive one way doesn’t really work well for me. However, this new school wouldn’t be any better timewise for me, and most of us are afraid to put in for ANY sort of transfer now because that would be like volunteering to go to this new school. So now I don’t know what to do with that; hold out at the school I’m at for another year, try for a closer middle school, or try for my dream of high school that I so desperately miss teaching…

So, this is one of those posts where I really cannot make light of some of these things, because each of them is like a solid punch to the gut, leaving me wondering why I am so inadequate and unhappy and if there is anything I could reasonably change to do it.  Am I just a lousy teacher? Is the universe just trying to make me feel like a big, fat failure?

Today’s just one of those days I really don’t know. I just… don’t know.

Picture Post!

Picture Post!

So, I was thinking since my last post tended to be a little negative, I needed a positive post to quickly balance it out.

Ergo: Stevie.

Here he is with his football sweater. Since it’s blue, he was “going for” the Colts  during the Superbowl, according to Jared.

Stevie Sweater             Stevie Sweater 2

Yeah, we think he’s pretty cute.

Which is why he gets away with things like (and this one was too big to fit in a thumbnail, apparently:

Stevie getting comfortable 

Stevie in Bed

I also got a new look when I visited Utah in Thanksgiving. It’s not that different, but it’s been a long time since my hair was this short. I like it. (this one was too big to fit in a thumbnail, apparently)

Thanksgiving Haircut                Thanksgiving Haircut 2

All right. That’s enough good stuff for awhile, methinks. Bed time!


On insanity

On insanity

Being a teacher of 7th grade is insanity.

Duly noted.

Adding on top of it the accepting of the church calling Bear Den Scout Leader and having to deal with 8 rambunctious and excitable little nine year old boys DOESN’T HELP ANYTHING.

Especially when they start singing songs from “Enchanted” at the top of their lungs… mostly on key. Yeah. Really.

Last night I told the bishop of our ward that it wasn’t like I was busy enough spending over 40 hours of my week with a bunch of 11-13 year old kids. Why not add a couple hours of nine year old boys in there too? I definitely wasn’t making productive use out of my free time, so I got a second calling on top of that too.

So now, I am officially The Bear Den Assistant Scout Leader AND Assistant Something of the Committee Formally Known as Enrichment.

I’m mostly joking about not liking all that. Mostly. Most of the time it doesn’t bother me at all.

Most of the time.

But I can’t help but wonder if maybe that is why I am home sick yet again for the 100th time this year.

Aren’t you supposed to get some sort of blessing or intrinsic reward from all these niceties and service?

I’ll be more cheerful tomorrow. Promise.

Preppers

Preppers

Almost sounds like peppers, or preppy, but quite different in meaning.

This article talks about what Boy Scouts and Mormons have been doing for years: food storage, being prepared, all that good stuff.

“…Many preppers go out of their way to avoid the stereotypes that come along with the “survivalist” label—they’ve made a clear-eyed calculation about the risks at hand and aren’t waiting around for anybody else to fix them… ‘There are so many variables and potential disasters out there, being a prepper is just a reaction to that potential.'”

This part is particularly funny:

“Some preppers fear putting their names out in public—they don’t want every desperate soul knocking down their door in the event of a disaster—while others see it as a network they can rely upon were something horrible to happen.”

My mom has been sending us tons of stuff from Emergency Essentials (trying to watch out for us). Especially in the apartment, it was hard to know where to put it. We don’t think the world is going to end dramatically any time soon, but it’s always good to be prepared. (For example: I have gotten low on supplies and didn’t realize it until last minute, I’ve used some items…)

One day, Jared mentioned how many boxes my family had sent us to some co-workers in passing. Rob and Aashish have now assured Jared that, if the world does come to an end, we’ll know where to find them: at our house.

Thanks, Mom.