Before September Ends...

I guess I better post to the blog before September ends. I've just been so busy and I think, "I have so much to write; I'll do it later when I have more time." And yet there isn't ever time to make up all that I need to write, so I guess I just won't do it. But here are a couple of things.

The school year is going surprisingly well. I enjoy all of my classes, for the most part, and, according to parents at Parent-Teacher Conferences, there are students who actually enjoy my class. I looked around to make sure they were speaking to me when they said that, and they seemed to be totally serious.

I saw The Women with Amy and Tavia. It was a fun flick and I loved Meg Ryan's character's "What do I want" board. I think I need one too.

Um, I talked to the husband again on Friday. He's doing well. And so am I.

The baby was sick most of last week and just started getting better yesterday evening.

I think that's all for now. Oh, wait, I exercised today! Wow! That kind of kicked my butt; it felt good, but now I'm exhausted. I guess it's time to get ready for bed.

Have a good week, everybody!

About the Husband...

I thought I should tell you all that I've finally spoken to the husband again. The first, and until this time the last, time that I spoke to him was July 29th. Friday (Sept. 5) he called and we were able to talk for about 4.5 minutes. He was given permission to call to let me know that his graduation date for Basic Training was moved up a week (thank goodness! They screwed up by making his graduation date a couple of days after he was supposed to start his Advanced Individualized Training and he wasn't going to get home until March!). I asked him if was happy and he said yes, so that made me happy. I know he didn't mean that he doesn't miss us, because every single letter is filled with how much he misses us. But I just wanted him to be happy with the decision he had made, since his happiness was the only reason I let him go.

On Friday, before the husband called, I was talking to some other teachers I work with, and my friend asked me if I ever am glad that the husband isn't here. I had to think about that for a minute, but I honestly answered that, no, I am never glad that he isn't here. I always miss him, even though I'm not always crying and upset about it (that only happens about once a week at the most now). But I have discovered that the whole thing is easier than I thought it would be. I thought I would have been committed by now, but I'm actually doing really well, mentally and emotionally. I'm glad to know that I am capable of handling this life on my own, even though I don't want to do it for the rest of my life.

A couple of Sundays ago, I was sitting in Sacrament meeting and I started thinking about the pioneer women and how they coped when their husbands were called away on missions or when they were sent to be part of the Mormon Battalion. I think my situation is actually kind of like theirs. Okay, I don't have to go plow the fields by myself and harvest the wheat by myself. But I feel like I understand how they felt and also how they were able to accomplish everything they did. They did it because they had to. There wasn't another option.

And now people ask me, "How do you do it?" And I can only answer, "I do it because I have to."

Mamma Mia! Here I go again!

Okay, yes, I had already seen Mamma Mia!, but my mom emailed me yesterday to tell me about the sing along that they were doing at Jordan Commons and Megaplex at the District. Tavia and Amy had been talking about going to see Mamma Mia! a second time, so I said that I wanted to go to the sing along version. And it was so much fun! They showed the movie with all of the words to the songs at the bottom of the screen, and people were just supposed to sing along. There were quite a few people in there, but only a handful were singing. It was a little disappointing. Tavia and I got up and danced and then a lady with her two cute little girls got up and danced with us. I think we may have embarrased Amy a little, but she didn't seem like she was never going to talk to me again when we left, so that's good. And, of course, we had to have our picture taken with the cast of the movie.



Now I'm thinking that we need to get an even bigger group to go see Mamma Mia!, so we can get more people singing and dancing and giggling. If you want to go, let me know, and we can plan a date to go. The more, the merrier!

Have you seen this yet?

Because, if you haven't, you really need to! Enjoy!

Do you need an ink cartridge?

Because I have a brand new HP 56 that I'm willing to give up for a mere $10 (or if you don't have $10 but would still like it, tell me what you would be willing to do to get it, but it has to be legal).

I bought the wrong one because the husband said one time that he knew that our printer would take a 56 cartridge even though it says on it. So, I gave him the benefit of the doubt and I bought it. And it didn't work. And, of course, he's not here for me to yell at right now so he gets out of having me freak out at him because I believed him and, in the process, wasted my money. (Okay, I was really using his money, but still!)

So, first person to offer me $10 for it will get it. Or the best thing that you would do left in the comment box before Monday night.

Some more videos

The boys saw my video, and they wanted to have their own videos, so here they are. You'll probably want to pause the Playlist at the bottom of the page so you can hear the music.

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Daniel kept saying, "Look at my pants; they're funny," and laughing when he saw his video.

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Andrew said, "Look at me; I'm tall!"

I Am the Champion!

Before you watch this, turn down the volume on the JibJab video and turn up the volume on my playlist (at the bottom of the page) to get the full effect.

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I think I hear you all asking, "Andria, are you wearing a tiara as you win 3 10s for this dive?" Yes, I am. And now you ask, "But why? Why are you wearing a tiara?" And all I can say is that I march to the beat of a different drummer.

And now you should all go and see my friend Whitney and her medal-worthy performance with her husband.