SERIOUSLY! My hub got pulled over a few days ago on BYU Campus for going 27 mph in a 20 mph zone.
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Isn't it against the law to have a 20 mph speed limit? I'm pretty sure I learned that in traffic school.
Okay, so besides that, there are some amazing things happening to my family here in Utah.
My 13 yr. old son is almost as tall as my 15 yr. old daughter!
And he can now palm a ball!
And he can now pick out his own apparel!
Also, my daughter has her Learners Permit, which she got before she even learnered how to drive.
This week she has to drive on "the range," as they call it, every day after school for two hours.
Hee hee hee
How can I get me one of those range dude jobs because I can't think of anything more gratifying than sitting up in a tower and yelling over the loud speaker at kids who are learnering how to drive.
Did I already say hee hee hee?
Oh my goodness! My daughter was in such a bad mood when she came home yesterday and for some reason that really tickled my funny bone. I actually laughed longer and harder than I did on Sunday when I looked down in Sacrament meeting and saw that one of my twins was wearing a mismatched pair of my daughter's scalloped-edged socks.
Imagine my daughter sitting in car five and suddenly realizing that she doesn't know how to start it (snicker snicker). And neither does her partner.
Imagine the range dude guy coming over the loud speaker, "Car five, please turn the ignition on and start the car." Then imagine my daughter turning the car to the "on" position, but not the "start" position and thinking it's all good, but it's not all good because the car won't move. And finally, imagine the range dude's chagrin over the loud speaker before he has to come down from his tower and help my daughter start her car.
hee hee hee
I'm sure it was much like a John Hughes film, maybe Ferris Bueller's Day Off, as the range dude continued to call out over the loud speaker "Car five, what are you doing? Car five, you've got two brains in that car, one of you should be able to figure it out. Car Five you are three drills behind. Pick up the pace, car five. That's not how you parallel Park, car five. You're supposed to reverse into it not drive into it. It's not that hard, you pull up, you left signal, you check your blind spot, you reverse . . ."
hee hee hee
Poor thing, you can't drive in Hawaii until you're 18.
For the record, I sat in the car with her today as she drove her friend home and she did a grrrrrrreat job (after she realized the reason the car wouldn't start was because she has inserted the wrong key and the reason the car wouldn't reverse was because she had her foot on the brake).
Okay, now for the most amazing thing in the history of the world. But first I want to show you a photo.
This is my daughter's English teacher. His name is Mr. Wienershnitzel, I think, and this photo can be found on his class website with a caption above it that says, "Welcome to Mr. Wienershnitzel's class, Enjoy the ride!"
Or something like that.
When we do our Blog Across America, should we ask Mr. W to be the bus driver? All in favor say 'ay'.
Not only is Mr. W on the cutting edge of magic school bus technology, he's also on the cutting edge of essay grading technology. If only I had known about this technology back in the day when I had English teacher eyeballs.
Are you sitting down?
CHECK. THIS. OUT.
WAIT! Before you check it out, let me offer some background.
Mr. W. gave an essay assignment to take something universally accepted as VERY POSITIVE and make a strong argument for the negative. My daughter chose living in Hawaii, even though she recently wrote a poem about how much she misses roaches, geckos, ants and head lice (Poor thing, she has had a bug-free winter). She chose Hawaii because every single day she gets asked the same question:
Are you freakin' crazy? WHY would you leave Hawaii?
Okay, now go check out the link. It's Mr. W's space age feedback to her essay.
Whodathought you could give feedback without a red pencil?