What a cutie.

So, remember this little guy??



He has now turned into this little guy..

TGIF

On my lovely Friday, I had to lay six people off. That's right, six.

By 11AM, I had already downed a coke and several advil. Between the tears, the dirty looks, and the if-I-don't-make-eye-contact-then-maybe-its-not-me looks I got around the office, I needed it.

How was your friday??

Oops!!

Yesterday I realized it that it was almost the end of the month and I still hadn't contacted my girls for visiting teaching. I got new girls and a new partner this month so we decided that I would contact them and she would prepare a little lesson. Out of the three that we now visit, I have met one, and don't know the other two. And, based on previous experience, I've learned that people respond to a text message better than a voicemail. Keep in mind that I have never seen these girls in RS or Sacrament meeting so I don't know how active they are.

So, I started to text one of them. Her name is Sayward. My text said something like this:

"Hi Sayward! This is Alli and I am your new visiting teacher. Melinda and I were wondering if there is a time we can stop by and see you this week. Let me know what works best for you!"

After I sent it, I looked at the message again and didn't realize what that sneaky little predictive text had done. This is what was actually sent.

"Hi Wayward! This is Alli and I am your new visiting teacher. Melinda and I were wondering if there is a time we can stop by and see you this week. Let me know what works best for you!"

Wayward!! I think that is the WORST possible thing to send to someone that might be on the verge of inactivity! I didn't know if I should send something else apologizing or just hope that she might realize that on an iPhone, the "S" and "W" are right by each other on the keyboard. I chose the latter.

Needless to say, she never responded. Chalk one up for me being an idiot.

Can you imagine??

This my friends, is Kimi. Kimi had a brilliant idea on Friday which led us to Idaho Falls on Saturday at 7AM. Why, you ask? Oh, only to try out for the greatest show ever, The Amazing Race. I have been a fan of the show for a while and would pretty much die if I could be on it. The best thing about this "reality show" is that it isn't mean and degrading like the other shows out there. You don't get voted off for being weird or ugly. It is truly a race around the world and the best part is that you win 1 million dollars if you come in first!

The auditions were at a random Hampton Inn in IF and as we sat and waited with the other 40 couples trying out, Kimi and I were trying to fill out our applications. You have to write things about your partner like what you like, dislike, your pet peeves and what famous person you think you look like and who others think you look like. We were dying laughing as we were coming up with things for each other. We decided that I was stubborn and don't explain things well and that Kimi is flaky and doesn't listen to me. Our famous people were classic. I put that someone once thought I looked like Gisele Buncheon (a crazy lady in Soho) and Kimi put Estelle Getty. Not sure where that came from... What a pair they would make!



In turn, we had to do it for each other too, so I said that Kimi reminded me of Bette Midler and she said that I was Kelly Kapowski. Another classic pair.




After our two minutes in front of the camera and a drive by the Titantic museum (how random is that??), we made our way back to SL. Now it's just a waiting game...



I did become a little nervous as I was watching the show last night and one of the roadblocks was running a mile and a half in your underwear..Can you imagine the looks that we would get running down the street, sporting the g-force???

Seriously though, what would we do??? It REALLY made me nervous.

Let's talk about this...

So every Monday and Wednesday, I get the fun opportunity to go and tutor two little boys at Midvale Elementary. Gustavo is my first grader and Chris is my fourth grader. They have really become my little buddies and I look forward to reading with them each week. We read all kinds of books and I try to find things that they are interested in reading. With Gustavo, his reading level is lower so most of his books are about stupid things. Today, we read a book called Getting a Haircut. Not the most exciting book but it has the words that he needs to practice. As we were learning about a little girl and her day at the beautyshop, Gustavo seemed pretty uninterested. Then, we turned to the last page and I about died. See below.



I'm not sure we should be promoting mullets in the books that we let our kids read. This led to a very serious discussion about what a mullet is. I told Gustavo that they were gross and that even though they may be very popular in his culture, he should never have one. I made him pinky swear and I'm pretty sure I made my point. Just to be sure, we went over it again at the end of the lesson. Looks like dad needs a haircut too.

Donovan & GJ

Last night, I had the chance to go see these guys at the Depot. Both were looking super homeless but super attractive too which is all a little bit ironical. I don't know what it is about a guy and a guitar. He could be the ugliest guy in town but as soon as he starts singin', I'm a goner.

I honestly could have gone strictly to people watch. To be honest, I felt a little out of my element. A little different scene than FHE that we usually make an appearance at on Mondee nights. Between the 50-year-old drunk guys and the 40-year-old woman smoking pot next to us, we probably totally stuck out. And you should have seen the look on the bartender's face when I ordered a DC. Pretty sure we were the only ones there who weren't throwin' a few back. Regardless, it was a great show and was worth my hair smelling neat today because of my lack of time to wash it this morning.

Diaper Boy

I absolutely LOVE stories like this.

I wonder if he woke up and thought, "today I think I'll put on an adult-sized diaper, drive around til I find some kids, then pull my pants down to show them that I, a 31-year-old man, am wearing a diaper. Yeah....that sounds like fun."

What a weirdo.