Happy Halloween

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Fabulous Monday

I love Mondays, really....I do. I thought I would share some fun news on the Lott homefront. Yesterday we got a phone call letting us know Cooper took one of the top two spots in a national program called Reflections. This is an art contest and Cooper entered the rainbow photo. He will be honored at his school and his photo will go on to district competition.

Today I also started to hear good things from my 5th graders. On Friday I didn't go in and I guess some of them were asking where I was. One of them told my mentor teacher she thought I was going to make a really good teacher. Then, today one little girl came up and asked if I was teaching Math tomorrow. I told her I was done teaching math for this semester and would just continue teaching writing. She told me she wished I was teaching Math. Lots of the students came to me for help today as well...so I felt pretty darn happy about that.

Finally, I registered for my last semester as an undergraduate today. It felt odd. It was much less exciting that registering usually is for me. I can't believe I'm getting closer to my goal.

Niece Spotlight: Charismatic Kelsie

When Kurt, Hunter & I lived in UT, Kelsie was just a baby. She was so cute and such a little doll. I remember her as a happy baby with lots of personality. Well, that hasn't changed a bit. Kelsie is a carefree, fun-seeking tween who is always bubbly and semi-dramatic. I'm pretty sure she doesn't know how to whisper because whenever I'm around her she speaks in an animated way and you can't help but listen to her. She is a talented dancer and works very hard at it. I love that she doesn't mind showing me some of her moves when I'm around her. She is beautiful on the outside and the inside. She is the oldest child of Jen & Jason and is a good helper with her younger siblings. One of my desires has been to see her dance at one of her competitions, but that hasn't happened yet. I love being around her and can't wait to see her again! Here is her interview:

1. What would you like to be when you grow up? Why?

Hairstylist.. cause my aunt Jamie is one and it looks fun.

2. If you could visit any person you wanted in thewhole wide world, who would it be? Why?.

The Jonas Brothers cause they are a way good band and they are hot!!!I was in there consert movie with Hannah Montana and it was so fun!!!

3. What is your favorite movie?She's the Man.

4. What is your favorite book (or book series)?Spider Wick

5. What is your favorite holiday? Why?My Birthday cause it is a day about me

October 28, 2007

Bad mommy confession time. Even though I'm in school, I try to put my family first, but it just isn't always possible. So, this week I was working on a writing assignment and Cooper kept coming in and asking for things. I would get to work about a minute before he would interrupt again. A good mommy would have recognized this as a child needing a little attention, but I took it as time for a little talking to. I told Coop I just needed about 10 more minutes to work on my assignment but if he kept interrupting me I would never get it done. He said OK and left the room. It really only took me about 6 more minutes. I headed out of my room and ran into the above sign (taped to our downstair's door which was propped open so I would run into it). Can anyone say guilt-ridden? That's right, my son has to literally bang my head into a door to get lunch. It did a good job on the sign though. He gets an A and I get a C (if you average my assignment grade and my mommy grade).

This past week we went to Cooper's book fair which was lots of fun. Books are dangerously addicting. Kurt & Cooper carved a darling vampire pumpking at pack meeting and it's sitting in our kitchen. It was also red ribbon week (say no to drugs). It was quite confusing to try and keep up with what Cooper's school was doing and what I was supposed to wear at my school. The first day was pj day at my school and mismatch day at Coops. You would think wearing pj's to school would be fun, but it was very awkward. I also observed the students were much more comfortable with bad behavior that day.

Here's an odd piece of info. Hunter, Ryan, and their friend Calvin wanted to go to the mall yesterday. Strange, but it gets even stranger. They were there for 8 hours...yuck! How can a person survive 8 hours in a mall, let alone voluntarily. I'm a little worried. I hope you all have a fun Halloween...I love holidays of all kinds. Stay safe and check your children's candy thoroughly!

Nephew Spotlight: Amazing Ashton

Ashton is Kevin & Heidi's oldest child and he is a very darling boy. He balances malehood well, loving to sing and dance as well as play soccer and practice his super hero karate moves. Ashton is thoughtful of others and has a sweet disposition. When he smiles, you can't help but give him anything he wants. When he's sad, it's heart wrenching. He is a super big brother to Chloe as he plays with her and protects her. I wish Ashton lived closer. The few times I've been around Ashton, I've realized what a wonderful little boy he is.

Here is his interview:

1. What would you like to be when you grow up? Why?

I want to be a missionary (no lie, he really said that). I want to be ashton missionary (in response to why)

2. If you could visit any person you wanted in thewhole wide world, who would it be? Why?

Dallin (friend in florida). Because he is a boy.

3. What is your favorite movie?
Charlie and Lola

4. What is your favorite book (or book series)?The Costume Copycat (halloween book)

5. What is your favorite holiday? Why?

Halloween. I like buzz lightyear (that is his costume this year)

Tag...you're it

Misti (who is no longer my favorite youngest sister) tagged me. I hated that game when I was a kid because I was too slow and always got out, so bad memories swirl through my brain as I do this. I guess I have to post 5 random facts about myself and then force some of my unsuspecting used-to-be-but-hate-me-now friends to do the same. I literally don't have many friends with blogs, so I'm tagging people without blogs...they can post their trivia as comments to this blog.

1. I love pens. I love pens more than jewelry. You can never have enough and doesn't feel wonderful when someone asks for a pen and you can, with out an ounce of hesitation, produce one. You can be a hero everyday.

2. I have one kidney. This is why I only have 2 children (that and the fact if I take one more step toward insanity I"ll be locked in the looney bin). No...I didn't donate it, but thanks for rubbing it in my face that is never possible. No...I wasn't born that way (I heard you call me deformity behind my back). No....it didn't fall out when I was riding horses (so I may have used that excuse before to avoid horses...don't judge). Boringly enough, it just didn't work and started jealously attacking my other kidney, so the doctors took it out when I was 5 months old.

3. I can pop my ear and it is so cool. I should be on the David Letterman show. It's one of those talens you can't hide under a bushel...it needs to be shared. I'm not afraid to show it off either.

4. I love honey, but I hate bees. I feel kind of bad about that because I know I wouldn't be able to have bread and honey for breakfast every morning with out the bees, but bees are mean and not too bright. Hello...you sting me (ouch) and then you die. Smart thing to do: DON'T STING ME. Duh!

5. I don't speak another language and that just makes me mad. You want to know why? Well, when I was in high school you had to take a second language or you could take shorthand. Guess what I chose...shorthand. Guess how much I remember of it? Very, very little....although I was awesome at the time. That was also the class where my teacher told me I had mousy hair. So, not only can I not speak anything but English, I have to speak it with hair the color of dirty dishwater (until I color it...vanity wins again).

Hmmm...who can I hound for answers? Well...I don't have enough friends to jeopardize those relationships, but family has to love you no matter what. So...DJ, Kelli, Mom, Mom Lott, and Grandma Curtis....YOU ARE IT...Love you!

Happy Birthday Grandma!

Today is my grandma's birthday and I wish I could be there celebrating with her today, but since that isn't possible I thought I would share some of my memories and feelings about her.

Growing up, we would go to my grandma's home on West Hill to celebrate. Her house was big and I was always afraid of the downstairs. There was a bathroom downstairs that had wallpaper created from covers of TIME magazine....those covers were creepy, other than that, I just loved being at her house. There were (and still are) always treats on hand that we were welcome to. She has always been a very generous person.

When our house caught on fire, I remember going to her home and watching from the hill as smoke billowed around our house. The comfort and warmth my grandmother provided that night eased some of the panic I felt.

She is very funny. I've heard the story about her packing her groceries into her car and then realizing she forgot to bag them. I also heard she ran over someone's foot (?). I love it when she calls overalls, "overhauls".

She loves me with all my faults and doesn't expect me to change. She taught me how to play pinochle...which is one of the funnest games around. She has survived the loss of most of her family, but still faces life with vigor and humor. She is smart...really smart. How many grandmas do you know who have taught themselves how to run a computer or who will knock a hole in a wall when they want built-in shelves? Well, mine does!

I could go on & on, but she is also humble and will be embarrassed enough as it is. I miss & love you grandma. Happy Birthday!

October 21, 2007

This week has flown by and one of the highlights was my friend Marie's surprise birthday party (planned by her husband). We got to her in-laws house about fifteen minutes before Marie & Tyson showed up. Here's the thing...anytime I can hide, I'm happy. I know that's weird, but I love hiding. So, we hid in the dark and when Marie came downstairs we jumped up and yelled surprised. She didn't look very happy, so I think the plan worked. Tyson put on a nice Goodwood feast with the yummiest cake ever (I couldn't eat it that night, but I had it for breakfast today and yesterday). And get this: he wrote a poem for her and read it. Don't be disheartened, there's still time for us...we aren't dead yet. Then we played games, looked at Marie's childhood photo book (she had a little bit of a conniption fit over that until we found out it was the edited photo book...now we all want to see the other one), karoakied (not me), and a few people humored me with a sock slide contest on the hardwood. I lost...never playing with them again. Thanks Marie & Tyson for the great night!

Cooper & I went to my cousin Dain's birthday party at one of those wild arcade places. It was nuts, an adult's nightmare but a child's dream come true. I've also been teaching in my 5th grade classroom this week. You know that show "Are you smarter than a 5th grader"? I'm working on it. I'm only teaching math & writing, but it is so much work. I spend hours on creating lesson plans and gathering materials. If you think teachers work 8-4pm M-F and get summers off...wrong answer! I love teaching but I get overwhelmed with lesson planning.

On a serious note, I have a question to pose to all of you who read this blog. There is a certain young teen girl I know who is beautiful (truly), talented (smart, a runner, etc.), and kind but who is highly critical of herself. It pains me to see her like this and I really want her to get some perspective on how all the rest of us view her. Do you have any ideas on boosting her self esteem? Pass them on please!

Well, I need to finalize some lesson plans and get ready for bed. Check back soon!

Pumpkin Dinner

Last year I decided I wanted to start using pumpkin as part of a meal since it's such a healthy vegetable. I searched through recipes and found one I thought would be particularly tasty, pumpkin soup. This was an intricately designed recipe in which I had to cut an actual pumpkin into small, bite size chunks. Have you ever done this? Well, it's tough. I admit the muscles in my arms are almost non-existent, but it was a terribly, time and energy consuming procedure. I kept my mind on the end goal...everyone bowing in humility as they had the fortune to taste such an exquisite creamy delight. After hours of cutting, slicing, cooking, and mixing, it was ready. After the first bite, Cooper...with tears of gratitude in his eyes....exclaimed, "This is disgusting". What? I looked to Kurt for reassurance, which he tried to provide but his flared nostrils and chunk filled cheeks told the true story. Finally, with a last desperate glance, I turned to Hunter. He loved it....ate two huge bowls of it. Yeah!!! I won't have to eat the remaining gallon of soup myself. Fast Forward to an hour later. Hunter isn't looking too good. That's right, he threw it all up, and guess what? He has a hatred toward pumpkin soup like none other.

So this year I decided to try something using canned pumpkin which should make a huge difference. I made raviolis with pumpkin sauce. It smelled so good as it simmered in the crockpot. Hunter told me there was no way he would touch it, then I told him I wasn't going to make pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving or his birthday if he hated pumpkin so much. At dinner time, he changed his mind and bravely scooped some up. I wasn't feeling well, so just the boys ate. This time there were no softened responses, no pretending, they all disliked it a great deal. So, I'm done. No more using pumpkin in dinners...I guess I'll have to try lunch next time!

Anniversary Celebration #2

You may think you are seeing double, but you're not. Kurt & my parents anniversaries are a day (and a few years) apart. We want to wish Ben & Linda Happy Anniversary!!! I also think we need a picture of the 2 of them together. The odd thing is they are hardly ever apart so how we were only able to capture individual pictures is beyond me. Here's to marriages that endure!

Mondays, Mondays, Mondays

It's Monday, and that's o.k. I usually like Monday because I like routine, but there were a couple annoying Monday moments today. First, I couldn't get to sleep last night so 6:45am came way to early. Then, the plumber came today and charged $200 for a glimpse of crack. Finally, no employers broke the door down to beg Kurt to work for them. But guess what? The rest of Monday has been fabulous. I came home to a Halloween package from my parents on THEIR anniversary. Who does that? Who gives gifts to others on their celebritory occasions? I'll tell you who...my Mom & Dad. They don't know how much candy means to me. Then, Kurt, the boys & I went to a corn maze together and had so much fun. We raced through two different entrances and I'm happy to say Cooper & I won. Then, Cooper went on these crazy backhill slides, a cow train pulled by a tractor, raced a duck through an irrigation contraption, and dug in a pit of corn seeds. We went to the pumpkin patch and watched pigs race. Pigs stink by the way, no wonder I don't eat pig. So...Mondays are pretty great if you ask me or even if you don't!

Nephew Spotlight: Keplar the Kamikazi

Kamikazi: having or showing recklass disregard for safety or personal welfare.

For everyone who knows Keplar, I picked the perfect adjective to describe him. It seems he is always a man on a mission and nothing will deter him. For those of you who don't know him, you probably don't believe me. I mean, look at that adorable picture...could a boy like this rule the world? You better believe it. He is smart and resourceful, at the same time he can be so loving and cuddley. He asks some fantastic questions! Last time we were around Keplar, he had gotten ahold of the four wheeler key and decided to take it for a little spin. Cooper wouldn't have a clue where to find the key, let alone start the machine and drive it.

I remember sitting in Keplar's room in Provo, reading one story after the other to him. He was so involved as I read the books. He is such a charmer and I sure do miss him. I love his survey answers and I truly think he would make an excellent Firefighter!

What would you like to be when you grow up? Why?
Fireman. Because it helps people when their house is on fire.

If you could visit any person you wanted in thewhole wide world, who would it be? Why?
You (me, mom, yep Tiffany) If their house was on fire. Because when the fireman comes over we can go take a nap in our own room. (I'm typing it just like he is saying it - I promise)

What is your favorite movie?
Justice League I watch it every night. But when I grow up I won't like it anymore because I will have sons.

What is your favorite book (or book series)?
Bambi - What a softy! Actually this was the last story that was read to him. From mom: he loves reading his own beginner books he brings home from school.

What is your favorite holiday? Why?
Christmas. Because you get presents at christmas and because santa brings presents.

October 14, 2007

Guess how much this tractor costs? It's a whoppin' $750,000. I was thinking about that last night (no, I don't usually ponder over tractors) and the thought crossed my mind, "I wonder if there is a special driving test one has to pass to handle a three-quarters of a million dollar mutilation machine". Don't you think there should be? I would not want to see some fourteen year old farm teen behind the wheel of this big daddy.

On to more fascinating subjects, like toilets. About a week ago, the seal broke on our downstairs toilet, so we locked that bathroom up until we could fix it. About midweek, our van broke...now Kurt is driving Hunter's car. Yesterday, Kurt was able to finish fixing our mailbox (hip hip hooray) and so he started working on the toilet. If only we knew what was to come. Did you know the whole house shouldn't stink when one is fixing a toilet? I didn't. Kurt fixed the seal, but there was something else. Water seeping from an unknown origin....uh oh. Did I mention Kurt can get a little dramatic about these things? I was not thrilled when he came upstairs to tell me there was something very wrong. Our sump pump broke...hello stinkage! So, the saga of our broken household apparati (is that plural for apparatus?) continues. On a positive note, it was a blessing Kurt waited until yesterday to fix the toilet because the sump pump had just broken the previous evening. It could be a lot worse!

Also, Kurt had 2 interviews this past week with the State of Idaho. They were for the same job, just different departments. We should hear this week if he got one of them and are using positive thinking and prayer as we wait. I found out something interesting this week, there is a reason for the term "backseat driver". Kurt, Coop, & I rode with Hunter yesterday which meant I ended up in the backseat. It is so much scarier from back there. I actually screamed twice, poor Hunter. Tomorrow is my Mom & Dad's Anniversary and the next day is Kurt's Mom & Dad's Anniversary, so I want to wish them a big congratulations for making it this long (I think they may have broken some kind of guiness world record or something). Kurt & I feel quite blessed that our families are still in tact.

Before I sign off, I made Sheena's (a fellow blogger) monster cookie recipe she posted and had to use a little faith when I realized there was no flour in them. They turned out great! Cooper kept asking if we were going to buy frosting and sprinkles. Then he wanted to know if we could at least use cookie cutters. It was then I realized he thought the cookies were going to be decorated to look like monsters. He got over it when I took out the first baked batch and he kindly said, "Wow, those cookies look like monsters all on their own". Thanks Coop!

Smashed, Obliterated, Destroyed

About 7pm tonight, my doorbell rang. As much as I have warned and scolded Cooper, he ran to the door and opened it to a complete stranger, but I was right behind him. A women, giggling nervously said, "I hit your mailbox; I'm so embarrassed". I just looked at her, not really knowing what to say because she kept laughing and repeating the fact she had hit the mailbox. She said it was because she was putting lotion on her hands and the steering wheel slipped. What? (I couldn't really envision it, but that's nothing new) She apologized over & over again and told me she would pay for any repairs or replacements. So, I went & got a piece of paper and she wrote down all her information. Then I walked outside to see a large black truck with a very memorable license plate in front what used to be my & my neighbor's mailboxes. If you look at the above left picture you can see 3166 on the mailbox (laying on the sidewalk). The completely flattened black box beneath it? My neighbors mailbox. The iron mail stand was partially ripped out of the cement and layed flat. The lid to the flattened mailbox was lying about 5 feet away.

The gal said she had to go, so I told her I would tell my neighbor. It's odd having to deliver news like that. My neighbor Mary & I just stood there looking at our old, trusty mailboxes for a long time until two other neighbors joined us. Talise, a beautiful 11-year-old from across the street, came to see and Stephanie, a friend from 2 doors down came to ask if we needed help. We told her it was o.k., but she went home and had her husband take a look. He said he would take in the stand and his company would make it as good as new (a lot less expensive to the driver than a new, custom made stand). I really felt the blessing of living in a good neighborhood tonight. Stephanie & Bryce have a lot on their plate right now, but they still reached out to us over something quite trivial. Now, if only I could be here tomorrow when the mailman comes to see the look on his face!

October 7, 2007

I have a lot to tell you, but let's start with my naughty mom moment of the week. Yesterday I did something I have never done in my life before. It all started out innocently enough. Kurt wasn't feeling well on the way home so we had to make a quick stop at a strip mall. One of the stores was Cost Plus Marketplace and I've had a number of people tell me they have the best ginger snap cookies during the holidays. So, I talked Kurt into stopping there. While Cooper & I were waiting for Kurt, we browsed through the store looking for the cookies and, as luck would have it, we found them (they even had samples and they ARE the best). I grabbed a package (fine, a tin) of them and as I turned toward the registers I noticed a fun Halloween display. Right in the front were six packs of a deliciously fall sounding beverage, pumpkin ale. My boys love to try the different kinds of Jones soda that come out at Halloween, so I thought they would love this since they both, but particularly Hunter, love the taste of pumpkin. I went to the cashier and bought my cookies and pop and then waited for Kurt at the front of the store. Once he found us, we went to the van where I proceeded to show him the fun new soda I had found (I don't drink pop, so it was just for the boys). I pulled out a bottle to see what the ingredients were, but there were none. Instead I found the following (summarized): The FDA urges pregnant women to avoid alcohol due to implications on the fetus (something like that). Uh oh...why is that on the bottle? I manically search the entire bottle and carton until I found further information on the bottom of the carton: Idioticstupidheads (or whatever the company's name was): making the best quality flavored beers for blah, blah, blah. I shockingly exclaim, "I just bought beer". Kurt starts to laugh and then asks if they carded me. Why did he have to bring that up? Now my focused shifted from being the worst mother in the history of the world to being the oldest looking 37 year old in the history of the world. Waaaaa, why didn't they card me? I want to be carded. At this point I begged Kurt to take them back so I wouldn't be completely engulfed in humiliation and, compassionately, he finally agreed. When he came back he told me the gal in front of him, who seemed to be quite young, was buying wine and the cashier didn't card her either. I don't know if that really happened, but I'm going to believe it...whatever it takes, right?

Other than that mother blunder (probably the queen of all blunders), I had some wonderful things happen this week as well. Tuesday was my ward's visiting teaching workshop. It was a lovely evening and I came away filling uplifted and determined to do better. Also, my friend Marie painted a picture for the evening...remember Marie the model look-a-like? Yep, she is super talented as well. Her piece was beautiful.

Then, yesterday & today was general conference. I love general conference for so many reasons. It's like I'm able to remove myself from the pressures of life for a few hours each day and revel in spiritual uplift, melodious interludes, and inspired instruction. Sunday is the best because I don't wear any makeup and I stay in my pj's (judge if you want, it's magical). It's so cozy to have my little family of four cuddled under blankets soaking in spiritual warmth. No video games, homework, housework, phone calls....just the four of us, embracing truth.

Nephew Spotlight: Bryson the Brilliant

I've decided to try something new on my blog. None of my nieces or nephews live in Boise and I miss them so much. I have to tell you I have the best nieces and nephews and no one will convince me otherwise. As you get a chance to know a tiny bit about them through their interviews you'll fall in love with them as well. I have to give a big thank you to my sisters-in-law and my sisters for taking the time to ask these questions and to send the answers back to me.

This first interview is from Bryson, my oldest nephew on my side of the family, who is the son of Randy and Diana. Bryson is such a multifaceted child. He is a leader and whenever he is around all the other nephews want to sit by him, play with him, and pretty much do whatever he wants. Bryson is quite independent, which scares me all the time. He wants to figure things out by himself and is almost always successful. He is also quite compassionate. He cares about what is going on with others and is concerned when someone is hurt or upset. Bryson gives giant bear hugs and then is off to conquer the world. He has a smile that lights up your soul and eyes filled with curiousity. He is handsome, witty, smart...basically a super star. I love him so much and hope to see him soon. Here is the interview questions with his answers:

1. What would you like to be when you grow up? Why?

"I might want to be a mailman-because I'd like to deliver mail.
OR I could work at a school, be a teacher. Because it's kind of hard and kind of easy.
I don't want to be anything that has a siren." (police or ambulance)


2. If you could visit any person you wanted in the whole wide world, who would it be? Why?

"YOU" Why? "Because Leslie is my greatest aunt actually."
(WOW! Don't tell anyone! There's going to be heck to pay from Kelli!)


3. What is your favorite movie?

"The Naked Brothers Band. They just made a movie. It's on tv."
(Which is funny to me, because he hasn't been able to watch this show...)


4. What is your favorite book (or book series)?

"I don't really know. Pretty much I just like all of them."
(Side note from Mom: Right now we're reading the scriptures-Book of Mormon with pictures-before bed. Bryson loves it and always asks to keep reading 'just one more chapter' when it's time to stop.)


5. What is your favorite holiday? Why?

"I like Christmas. Because I get to see Hunter and Cooper, and Grandpa Fairhurst is there. I also like that I get lots of presents."

Ouch

Today I attended the first day of a 2-day Math Conference. I decided to go because I'm going to be teaching a math mini-unit in my class and I know I need some serious growth in the subject.

This morning I excitedly woke up early enough to eat a nutritious, thinking woman's breakfast(can you say leggo my eggo?). I exercised, showered, packed some water and snacks in my handy dandy backpack, printed off the directions someone emailed to me and headed out the door.

Unfortunately my upbeat, optimistic outlook started to deteriorate when I realized (after driving 20 minutes to Nampa) that the directions sent to me didn't have any street names on them. I took another 20 minutes to randomly drive following these ridiculous instructions until I finally asked someone for directions. Thank goodness for kind people....NOT. That's right, this lady gave me the wrong directions, I'm guessing she forgot about the "extra" lighted intersection before the one I was supposed to turn at.

I finally found the high school (pure luck, seriously), put on my backpack, grabbed my purse and headed in. Luckily there were still registration people there, so I got my name badge and went to the keynote address which was in a dark auditorium. Afterward, we all got up to head to our different classes. This is when I discovered I was the only nerd wearing a backpack. I might as well have had on a fanny pack and a pocket protector. I went to my first class and we had to solve a somewhat simple story problem. While we are working them out, the instructor goes around and puts dots on a few of our papers. I was dotted....scary. The dotties had to write their strategy on the whiteboard in front of everyone and then explain why they solved it that way. I really didn't want to go up, but the dot made me. So, I go to the front of the class and explain it in a very complicated manner (because that is really how I think). Then this guy raises his hand and explains what I did in a much more transparent manner....I think I heard everyone say "oh" in unison...so embarrassing.

So, after that class was lunch and then off to this algaebraic methods class. Halfway through that class I realized "I'm an idiot". Someone get the dunce cap out and put me in the corner. Everyone is nodding their head in agreement while I'm slouching down in my seat and trying to avoid the instructors gaze. I zipped out of that class like a spider was on my tail.

The final class was taught by the wife of the principal of my elementary school. We had to introduce ourselves and when I did she talked to me quite awhile about her husband and asked me questions. I was very smiley and upbeat because I felt like my brain cells had started to come back to life. At the end of the day, I got in my car and put on some lipgloss in the mirror. It was then I realized I had a big black something in between my two front teeth. Great...dumb and Halloweenish all at the same time. So, here I sit....my brain literally hurts and I have to do it all over again tomorrow. One thing's for sure...I'm not bringing a backpack!

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