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Adios Asorita!

These were the wonderful words spoken by one of my favorite students after I said "Adios Amigo!" as he was leaving the speech room. (Can I just brag a little for him and say his /s/'s were PERFECT!) So, I know that he meant senorita...but I decided to google Asorita to see what he actually called me.
The first thing that came up was, in fact, "Did you mean, Senorita?"

Nice work Asorito!!...Or would it just be Asor? Dang, I wish I knew more Spanish.

America - "Lonely People"

Is there a way to blog this without seeming depressed and...well, lonely...for lack of a better word? 
Nope, I'm not complaining, or sitting here being lonely. (I know that it 100% looks like that, so I don't blame you for thinking that, but stop it, because thats not how it is!)


This is for all the lonely people

Thinking that life has passed them by
Don't give up until you drink from the silver cup
And ride that highway in the sky

This is for all the single people
Thinking that love has left them dry
Don't give up until you drink from the silver cup
You never know until you try

Well, I'm on my way
Yes, I'm back to stay
Well, I'm on my way back home (Hit it)

This is for all the lonely people
Thinking that life has passed them by
Don't give up until you drink from the silver cup
And never take you down or never give you up
You never know until you try

Really, all I want to know is, what is "the silver cup." I mean, apparently we can't give up until we drink from it...but after I drink from it, then do we give up? Hmmmm. Also, why would a lonely person want to ride "that highway in the sky?" Are there lots of people on the highway so they won't be lonely anymore? 

Anyway, this song came on Pandora, and it caught my eye (ear), and I had to look it up. 

Again, can I please reiterate, I don't feel lonely. I don't feel like love has left me dry. I don't feel like life is passing me by. I DO feel single, but I think thats a good thing. If I felt married, I would be a little worried...


p.s. Can I also say that the man in the middle has very pretty hair?

"Miss Devery, you are incredibly unrealistic."

Even more.

Me: "Okay, I'm going to need you to go down to another classroom to pick up the other friend!"
4th grade boy: "Okay!!"
Me: "You can't run, just walk."
4th grade boy: "Ohhh, ...ok!! Can I skip??"
Me: "Nope, no running, no skipping, only walking."
4th grade boy: "Oookaaay."
--2 minutes later the boys come in, red faced and breathing heavy--
Me: "I thought you weren't going to run!?"
4th grade boy: "I didn't!"
Me: "You didn't run? Then why are you red?"
4th grade boy: "I didn't run, and I didn't skip! ... ... ... I galloped."

Band Aid

Here is a post that closely resembles one of my very first. I just don't want you guys to forget that I listen to music that is from...not my decade...on a regular basis. I also like it when those songs are redone (sometimes). Here are a few videos, then and now. This time I will let you form your own opinions.

Then (what is Bono doing with his shoulders??)

Now (seriously, is there anything Glee hasn't redone?...except We Are the World)

I haven't actually tried to play them together like I did with the last one (the two We Are the Worlds). 

Back then I was obsessed...back then.

This doesn't even need a caption or description. I just love being an aunt. I would drive to Rexburg every day if I could. Four nieces and nephews?? How did I get so lucky???

Be So Happy That When You Are With Others, They Become Happy Too

Picture this:

2 second grade boys, playing CONNECT FOUR. The stakes are high (ok, not that high...), the emotions are intense (well, I don't think they cared that much), and the pressure is on (well, I guess we were racing the clock). 

Red. Yellow. Red-"ooh, you think that will stop me?" Yellow-"what are you going to do about THAT." Red. Yellow. Red. Yellow-"take that!" Red. Yellow. 

Then, the moment that caused me to cover my mouth with my hand, stand up, and leave the table so I could quietly laugh while simultaneously recording the event on a post-it note.

Again, my favorite "swearing student," says, with all the African-American Vernacular English (not a racist comment, just a reference to the dialect) attitude that is possible in an 8 year old Caucasian boy - "OH NO YOU DI-INT!" (the hyphen, of course, represents the glottal stop). 

Thank you, favorite student, for keeping my life so very entertaining. What would I do without you?