Aaaaagh...

I have a cavity. It makes me feel dirty and gross, like I don't brush my teeth 3 times a day. So Dan and I aren't regular dentist-goers, but when insurance doesn't cover 100%, who is? (if you are, that is great!)

I met the same dental professional that Makayla visits, and he is very nice. But he will be performing a ROOT CANAL on me Monday morning. I hate any work being done to my body that involved needles. I got anxious and nauseous the other day just filling out the dumb insurance forms.

This is how much I hate needles: I have to be gassed just a bit before the numbing shot so I can relax and not put myself into a anxious mess. (or pass out) Maybe I should carry around my own happy-gas for those really stressful times in life!

Figuring Things Out

I have done quite the disappearing act on my blog lately, and thanks to a comment from a friend I decided to re-surface. I haven't felt that interesting lately, and even my new class hasn't provided me with the usual funnies that I expected. Actually, I have been doing a lot of wondering about what my future holds... the near future. As a teacher, I am constantly looking 2 weeks ahead and making daily plans. (I sound organized, but it doesn't follow me home unfortunately) But recently Dan told me that if I wanted to stop working and stay home I could now consider that. What that looks like in my head is that after June of next year there will be a black void with no plans.

My first reactions were totally selfish ones like I wouldn't have to be ready for the day at a certain time, and we could plan vacations whenever... not just during off-track times. Of course it will allow me to see Josh a lot more and watch his constant changes. Plus, I love being a mom more than I thought I would. Oh, and my house would stay much cleaner. (maybe)

My second reaction is that I won't have to put up with the teachers that make it hard to work at that school. (sometimes I want my own secret entrance to the bldg. so I can avoid these certain teachers) I can surround myself with the people I choose.

Then I think, what or who will I be if I am not teaching. When I am with my class I feel like that is where I am supposed to be. Yet, I feel the exact same way when I am at home during my breaks. That's why part-time has made perfect sense to me. I also hate to think that the only K teachers left at that school are ones who hate their job, and I feel bad for the coming students.

Do I love my family more because I get a break from them every day? What happens when that leave of absence is gone? Who am I if I am not teaching?

I have until February to figure it all out...

The Benjamins

Last night, Dan's grandparents and Dad took us out to dinner. (they mostly wanted to see Josh, and we just tagged along!) Their favorite place is The Old Spaghetti Factory, which is yummy. Now, I used to live with these people for a bit and I learned a lot about them, which includes how frugal they are. (stay with me...) Grandma M. cuts her dryer sheets in 1/2 to prolong their use, as well as uses grocery sacks as garbage sacks. We were emptying garbages twice a day. This woman is not young or full of energy, yet she will spend an ENTIRE Saturday traveling to each grocery store to get the best deals she saw in the paper. (I am lucky to make it to even one store each week) She even drove up to Ogden once because she heard their corn prices were the best.

We were happy to have been invited to go to dinner with them, don't get me wrong. This is what stuck me as funny though. As the grandparents were taking care of the check, Dan and I see them pull out a $100 bill and smack it on the check-tray. It is rare for us to see good ol' Franklin, and there he was staring at us after leaving the grandparents' wallet. (of all people's)

"It's all about the Benjamins!"

Reservations

A few weeks ago on the news I saw that some movie theaters are now offering patrons the opportunity to reserve their seats when they buy tickets. This would be great when you have more than 4 people going and you want that entire center row. It was clear to me that this service was optional, and if you wanted to "risk it" by finding your own seats than that was okay to.

Yesterday, 15 minutes before the movie started, we decided to see a matinee. There were few cars in the lot, and it was early in the day (obviously) so when we bought our tickets electronically we skipped the option to reserve seats. My in-laws were with us and decided to buy their tickets from a human, and they were stalled and forced to reserve their seats. The screen showed that only 8 other tickets to this film had been purchased... So why did we have to spend (waste) the extra minutes reserving a seat? When I told the human that the media had said this was optional, and we could plainly see that they entire theater was available, we were told that it was only optional in "some theaters." Stupid.

We stuck it to Larry H. Miller, (it was one of his theaters) and went in to sit wherever we wanted!