Since All of the Recent REAL News From the REAL World is Annoying...

...Here are some updates on the things going on in MY world.

In local news, the heater above my classroom is installed! And hooked up! And it heats... but a little too well. Apparently the new heater is a little too powerful for the old vent/duct system, but as soon as they replace the vent/duct system my classroom will have heat! Probably!

But untill such a time as the heater can be used, I can always watch this video made by and staring past occupants of my classroom. The flames of their burning school spirit can probably keep me warm until spring...

In life-imitating-an-episode-of-NCIS-news, the bank my brother runs was robbed. Nobody was hurt, but the folks inside, including Warren, ended up in the vault... JUST LIKE ON TV. Not fun for Wo, but I sure am proud of how cool he was under pressure. If this whole teaching thing doesn't work out for me, maybe I could write a pilot for a new TV drama about a crime-fighting credit union manager.

You can read more about Wo's adventures here... Local News 8: Robber Puts Credit Union Employees in Safe

In entertainment news, I recently spent a weekend with my Utah niblets wherein we threw ourselves one heck of a Doctor Who party. We made my cell phone talk like a dalek, visited the Halloween House with our sonic screwdrivers, and poured over the Time Traveler's Almanac. The highlight of the weekend was our Doctor Who Dinner. The menu included foods the Doctor eats and/or uses to save the universe, including jammy dodgers, chips, satsumas, jelly babies, and fish fingers dipped in custard.

 

 

Why fish fingers dipped in custard? So that they could pretend they were the newly regenerated Doctor breaking in a new mouth...

The only thing that could have made the weekend better would have been if our fez-quest had been successful. Apparently Utah is going through a serious fez shortage, which is a shame because...

And finally, in family news, this spring I will have a new niblet to nick-name and feed fish sticks and custard. Maybe I could combine the two and nickname the kid Fish Sticks, or Custard. It's a good thing I have a few months before Jenny and John's new arrival arrives. It is going to take me a while to figure out a good nickname... and find an infant-sized fez.

A Tale of Two Weekends

So, for the last few days, my brother Warren has been in New York visiting our brother Spencer. Well, he was kind of visiting Spencer, and kind of visiting his Raiders, who happened to be playing Spencer's Bills. Warren has loved the Raiders since he was in first grade, which is only about five years more than he has loved Spencer.
While Warren was in New York, his sweet wife brought their little girls and not-so-little baby boy to my cute little cow town to visit her family... and me!

I am always excited when they come to visit, but I have to admit that looking at the photos of how Spencer hosted Wo made me feel like a slacker hostess. I mean, Warren got to hang out in Spencer's wife's helicopter.

Warren's girls got to hang out in my Nissan. And not even an Ultima. A Sentra.

But those feelings of helicopter envy only lasted for a minute or two. Then I remembered that I am a pretty darn good hostess. Just ask my nephews. They think my Sentra is Awe-Freaking-some.

Sure, Spencer took Warren to eat Buffalo wings in the birthplace of Buffalo wings.

But I hooked his daughters up with all-you-can-drink chocolate milk. In sippy cups. Oh yeah.

Spencer hooked up Wo with a chance to hang out with the Raiders...

But I hooked the girls up with a chance to hang out with Chloe and Willow. And, for the record, Chloe and Willow have much cleaner bathroom habits than professional football players.

Warren watched the game from great seats in the stadium...

But the girls watched their dad watch the game on my TV while sitting in much more comfortable seats in my drunk-sports-fan-less living room. And then they watched cartoons.

I guess the most important thing to remember is that everyone enjoyed their weekend (except for Warren's baby Bubba, who was cutting teeth. And anyone who was around Bubba while he was cutting teeth. And the Raiders who lost to the. Bills in the last minute and fourteen seconds of the game). Buffalo and Burley both have their own unique charms and both appeal to a different demographic.

I just happen to be popular with the under-ten-set.

Of course, Tim Horton's will always be popular with me. So start airing out the guestroom, Spencer and Brianna (Yes, that was a comment on how Warren smells). I'll be out to see you this spring.

And I might want to take a little tour of that NFL locker room at some point too. After the Timbits, of course.