Beaker for Stupidty

Yesterday Whit and I returned home from an overnight trip to St. George (I spoke there for a WCF board retreat) and didn't quite know what to do with ourselves. It was too late to watch a movie but too early to go to bed and we were too tired to go out and too awake to just sit there and so Whit started to see if he could throw bundles of mail and Ensign magazines over his head and into the trash across the house without looking. After several unsuccessful tries and with garbage and papers strewn in everywhere, he looks at me with half-closed eyes that looked like they were trying to think and says: "boredom is the beaker for stupidity."

Nicknames

You know how when we were in high school and college, we had funny nicknames for some teachers? I remember taking shop class from Moon (I don't remember his real name. Not sure why this was ever a nickname...won't dare allow my mind to venture to any obvious reasons...)

But I had another teacher we just called Frau. She was our German teacher in high school and it just made sense to us, even though it's the equivalent of just calling someone "Mrs."

And so when I became a seminary teacher, I was totally going for a cool nickname. I had visions of being the students favorite teacher and referring to me in cool ways like Sister Wheels, or Sister J (abbreviations are totally cool, too...).

But no. I overheard a student tell another student how, not Sister J or Sister Wheels...or even just Wheels taught seminary...but I heard him tell his friend, "You know that lady who came and spoke at Youth Conference, you know - Fishhand!? She teaches seminary here!

Well, Fishhand it is, I guess.

At least I know kids remember stuff from my talks...

Ahhh...

Well, the pageant is over and done. It threw everyone off that it was so early in the year...even me. But it's nice. We had the CUTEST Princess Pageant the night before the actual pageant and all the little girls (ages 4-9) got to do their 2 minute presentations and things. It made me melt.

The little girls were so dang cute. I loved reading through their applications. One application question was: What do you want to be when you grow up. One girl said: A cat.

...her second choice was a train engineer.

Another girl wants to be a fashion designer. Another one wants to be a professional dancer.

During Orientation, I met some of these little girls for the first time and at one point, I was looking at one as she was telling me some stuff and I looked at her little disabled body and I wondered how difficult school was for her and how hard it will be for her when she wants to start dating or socializing or driving. I started to cry and I had to look away.

...but she didn't know that her life is supposed to be hard. Neither did any of the six Little Wheelzz contestants. They seemed so carefree as they zoomed around the room in their mini wheelchairs and danced with the Disney princesses who came (yes, we totally had Cinderella, Ariel, Belle, and Aurora there. It. Totally. Rocked.).

Go here and watch a little clip video of the Princess Pageant and see the pictures (thanks Sierra Hellstrom, my friend!) http://www.mswheelchairutah.org/pageant-2012.html

I'll be a better blogger now that the pageant is over. This year was particularly tough for some reason and we had so very little help. But now it's over and was truly a success. Plus I've had a 2 hour nap.

Now it's onto the next....