funny.

i would like my future children to be like this child.

whitney's legal!

so today is whitney's birthday. i like her. so i'm writing a blog about how much i like her. whitney, when you read this, you should know that i like you.

anyway, we had a party last night. and it was pretty hoppin'. whitney was scared no one would come, but as it turns out, she's a pretty popular girl. scratch that. popular WOMAN. she's 21 now.

i'm definitely not having visions of sugarplums...

so apparently i talk in my sleep. a lot. like pretty much every night. my roommate will give me reports each morning about what i did and said. usually it involves me laughing out loud in my sleep, which is pretty creepy if you think about it. imagine you're sleeping, it's the middle of the night, it's dark, and you're kind of out of it. all the sudden you hear someone laughing. CREEPY. yeah. i guess i'm a creeper. i also have full-on conversations, sit up in my bed, and turn lamps on and off.

according to webmd.com, causes of sleep-talking are...

Other things that can cause sleep talking include:

* certain medications
* emotional stress
* fever
* mental health disorder
* substance abuse

i'm pretty sure i'm not on any medication, i don't have a mental health disorder, i'm not currently abusing any substances, and the only cure for the fever i've got is more cowbell. that leaves emotional stress. which makes sense, since my life is currently at the mercy of school and work.

anyway, the point is: i'm a crazy person when i sleep. aaaand maybe when i'm awake. the jury is still out on that one.

i'm not dead.

so in recent weeks (and in many weeks to come), my life has been dedicated almost entirely to making lesson plans, grading papers, grading tests, making lesson plans, grading tests, grading papers, and every once in a while i get an hour or so to do some of my own homework. aka i have no life during the week. and mostly not on the weekends either. except for every once in a while, like this weekend we went to a birthday party where a spontaneous dance party broke out. it was much needed, i assure you.

so here's some proof for the world that i'm not dead, contrary to popular opinion and the deathly palor of my skin. seriously, i need sun.

bubble bubble toilet trouble

so yesterday, my phone fell in the toilet. plop. i suppose that's the danger of keeping (and forgetting) it in your back pocket. luckily the water was clean...

it was a sad, sad day for amy hansen.

christmas and firearms.

so christmas was pretty awesome this year. oh christmas eve we did our usual thing and ate mexican food, watched a christmas movie, and opened ONE christmas present. although we almost had a mutiny on our hands when megan and peter lobbied hard to open all the presents in one go. kids these days...anyway, justice prevailed and they lost.

christmas morning dawned bright and early (orrrrr at 9:30 when mom finally came in to wake us up) and while megan and peter complained about the lack of coffee we herded into the living room to see the spoils. this year santa favored mom and dad, since they had to open 3 presents for every one of ours. my mom kept saying, "oh my goodness, how did this happen?" ha! like she didn't know...

christmas dinner: prime rib roast, baked yams, roast vegetables, garlic mashed potatoes, spinach salad...my brother is pretty much an expert chef. he can do things with spices that i didn't even know existed. it was fantastic. and then we watched planet earth. which is also fantastic and strangely addictive. all in all, it was a great day.

the next day, we journeyed to the desert to try out the boys' new christmas presents. gavin got a beebee (?) gun, although he calls it his "baby gun." jeremy tried to teach him how to shoot it.

jeremy: "ok gav, do you know how to hold your gun?"
gavin: "yeah!" (and proceeds to put the butt of his gun right on his nose. i see great things for his future as a gunman...)

i shot a pistol, a 40, and a 22. and i got 7 bulls eyes. because i am awesome.

this is what american families are all about.

mon rêve

so...this is what i want my life to be like. let's make that happen.



by the way i'm kind of on a french kick right now.
actually no, that's a lie. i'm just trying to brainwash you all so you'll like it too. LIKE IT!