Sunday, December 30, 2007

Last night I had the strangest dream...

I was working at some kind of summer camp, which was a hodgepodge of BYU Music Camp (where I spent 3 summers as a counselor), my current school of employment, and Hogwarts (I just got the first HP movie from Netflix- I'm not some kind of HP freak). At the beginning of the dream, I was lobbying for my boss (a knee-shorts wearing, whistle blowing female PE teacher type, to approve a scholarship to sponsor an underprivileged at-risk kid to come to camp. I'm such a good guy, right?

It turned out that the "kid" who ended up coming to camp on scholarship was none other than David Spade. That's right. 45-year-old, long-hair-that-was-in-style-10-years-ago, David Spade. This sounds like it could be an Adam Sandler movie, no?

For pretty much the rest of my dream, I was assigned to keep David Spade out of trouble. We referred to him as "David Spade," as in, "Gee golly, David Spade broke into the commons room after hours again!" or "Gosh David Spade, will you ever learn your lesson?"

Then, on my afternoon off from camp, after waking from a relaxing afternoon nap (interesting that I take naps in my dreams, huh?), I went to the counselors' garage to get my car. Yes, in my dreams, camp counselors have a small garage where we park the camp Hummer. Yes, camp counselors drive Hummers around camp, golf cart style. There I found David Spade, sitting in the Hummer, ignition on, garage door closed. David Spade was trying to commit suicide!!!

For the remainder of the dream, I kept rescuing David Spade from his many, many suicide attempts. It was very Better Off Dead-esque, in that there was one outlandish suicide attempt after another. Then, at the camp awards at the end of the week, David Spade won the award for "most suicide attempts." Sigh.

The End.

Friday, December 28, 2007

2007 Year in Review

All of the V.V. Vikings =)

2) LIFETIME SERVICE AWARD (longest friend) -
Wendeleeza, Briana, Ty

he knows who he is =)

being accepted to present at the 2008 National Educational Computing Conference w/ an awesome professor

Low point? Everything this year was peachy, right? haha...

I'm banking on New Year's because everything else kinda sucked.

Trusted, by Ben Folds

7) MOVIE FOR 2007
Walk Hard- The Dewey Cox Story

my grandparents

11) BEST RELATIONSHIP? friendships.

Snow white

Sammy's Woodfired Pizza

a kiss on the cheek from a certain someone

becoming a homeowner, which hasn't technically happened yet...

I want to be a homeowner!

The Office, Scrubs

Briana, Ty

moving forward alone...

No comment, but I think we all know the answer to that. Add "coward" while we're at it.

I WILL find a house.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Wise Words #1
(aka: WW #1)

This is the first installment of a new blog feature, where I dispense wise words from dear friends, in this case, Wendy. Suck it up, Jack Handy.

"If your name rhymes with Lacy or Stacy, don't marry a guy whose last name is Peterson. Just don't do it. You'll end up dead."

I normally don't do this, but "The Office" has dominated most of my conversations with adults today. So there. Love it.

Sunday, December 09, 2007

I am considering a haircut.

Comments and suggestions are welcome.

How could you NOT love this face?

Friday, November 23, 2007

Dear BiggyB,

In this time of giving thanks, I am thankful for our friendship.

We lugged 14 paper grocery bags full of (heavy!) books all over Portland using public transportation.

You bravely played Joni Mitchell songs when I accidentally booked our chick band at a crowded biker bar.

Thanks for humoring my slight obsessions with: M*A*S*H, Jim from "The Office," and the Josh Joplin Group.

You "accidentally" forgot the "alternate lyrics" when you-know-who was there... Thanks a lot, jerkface. =)

Oh, and in related news... I left my phone on the counter when I went to return YOUR vhs copy of "Malibu's Most Wanted" to Blockbuster. You used this golden opportunity to call a certain person...

You spotted Steve Buscemi at Sundance. AND Eddie Murphy.

You taught me how to (literally) cross multi lanes of traffic without getting hit by a car (both as a pedestrian and as a driver). You also taught me that it's not cool to ride the brakes when driving on the freeway.

You help me forget to be sad.

I love you, B! Thanks for everything.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Dear Holidays,
Why do I love you so? Maybe it's the paid time home from work. Yes, that must be it.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Need an affordable one-of-a-kind gift for your favorite family member/ teacher/ sports fan/ musician? Have I got a website for YOU!

I am starting an online store. That's right... an online store. I'll be selling hand crafted glass gem magnets and possibly jewelry at some point.

I'm sure at this point, you're asking yourself, "Where can I find such a store amidst the internets?" Thanks for asking. Right here:
I'll have some items posted in the next couple days.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

As an elementary school teacher, I can attest to the sheer delight of apron-wearing. (Yes, Briana, apron-wearing.) This prevents me from having tons o' junk (keys, memos, slobbery toys confiscated from kids, etc..) in my pocket, and then coming home only to discover that I still have the junk in my pocket. See, I typically don't like to bring the germ infested souvenirs of my day job into my living space.

Also, I occasionally misplace my keys. And teachers have a lot of keys- keys to the school, gate keys, classroom keys, copy room keys, filing cabinet keys, bathroom keys... There is nothing more humbling than desperately asking 20 seven-year-olds if they have any idea where your keys are. Now that I've taken up apron-wearing, I just leave my keys in the apron pocket.

And of course the most obvious benefit of apron-wearing is that I don't end up with paint/marker/snot on my clothing during the course of the school day.

This awesome apron-making blogger and etsy user is having a giveaway on her one-year-blogiversary. Check it out, folks!

Friday, November 09, 2007

Tonight, I enjoyed my Friday night routine, which usually involves watching "20/20" on ABC. Tonight's episode featured several impoverished families and the generous and immense help they received from 20/20 viewers.

While I sympathize with the innocent children (ie: victims) of poverty, some common themes run through the stories of the adults.
#1. They dropped out of school and gave up on education.
#2. They got themselves or someone else pregnant.
One family spent their welfare money on brand name gourmet donuts instead of anything resembling actual food. Another so-called impoverished family had every video game product imaginable, yet there were no books to be found in their house.

Why is so much help given to those who do little to help themselves? I’ve made all the “right” decisions in life, yet there are weeks when I cannot afford to put groceries on the table or gas in my car. Last year, I taught elementary school full-time and had two part-time jobs, while finishing my M.Ed. thesis.

My father passed away when I was a teenager, and I’ve worked to support my family ever since. I worked full time AND studied hard to earn scholarships to put myself through college and graduate school. I never gave up. I have a masters' degree.

So I chose to give back to my own neighborhood by teaching at the same impoverished school I attended as a child. With teacher salaries being what they are, I will never be a homeowner. I will never pay off my student loans. I am one paycheck away from being homeless.

Where is the help for those of us who’ve made responsible choices?

Thursday, November 08, 2007

I've had the stomach flu, or something nasty, since last Friday. This means a lot of vomit. Gross. You know when you see someone throw up and it makes you want to vomit? Yah, I actually threw up in front of the kids in my class. Immediately after, some kids threw up. Gross.

My classroom = vomitorium.

All of this down time means that I'm slowly making my way through my Netflix queue. Right now, I have the first disc of Kids in the Hall Season 2, Shopgirl, and The Ron Clark Story.

116 movies to go...

Sunday, November 04, 2007


Teachers do not enjoy giving homework!!! Case in point... I just spent the last two hours of my weekend putting together homework assignments for the upcoming week. That doesn't even count the amount of time I will spend tomorrow morning photocopying and compiling homework packets. Plus, the more homework I assign, the more I will have to eventually grade.

One of my colleagues made a valid point about homework. He said that it is a "worthless grade," because we never know who is really doing the homework. Trust me, I have an idea. When a kid who can't even write his own name turns in a three paragraph essay, I have a pretty good idea of who is doing the homework... and it ain't the kid.

So my point? I'm pretty much OVER assigning homework. Although I feel that students need the opportunity to reinforce the skills we are working on in class, I feel like there must be some more meaningful way to do so. Any ideas are welcome.


Sunday, October 28, 2007

Ahem. Let's be Netflix friends. It's really cool, I promise. Click on my cool hyperlink and it will take you a place where you can add me to your friend's list. I promise it's not about a free Macy's giftcard. haha.

This is a way for friends to recommend movies and it even lets you take a quiz about what movies your friends like. It's super cool. By the way, since joining Netflix, I have saved literally zillions of dollars on movie purchases.

B.N. (Before Netflix), I would buy nearly every single movie I wanted to see, which added up to about flobbity jillion dollars annually. And that's a modest estimate, because we all know those boxed sets of our favorite shows can sure get pricey. =)

"Don't you feed me lines about some idealistic future
Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures"

-by my fav band of the moment
The Postal Service (Thanks for the great CD, Ryan!)

Sunday, October 21, 2007

So I'm back on the Netflix bandwagon! I finally sent back The DaVinci Code, which I've had since last November, with full intent of watching it, really. I finally saw it this summer in Germany.

I accidentally rented another French film, King of Hearts. Not that I mind French cinema, but I was really looking for a light-hearted British comedy, rather than the heart-felt dripping-with-feeling movie I got. That's all right though. It was about a WWI Scottish soldier who is sent to defuse a bomb in Northern France. Running from the Germans, he holes himself up in the insanse asylum, and the residents there crown him "king." With the rest of the town evacuated, they escape from the asylum.

Anyway, if anyone wants to be Netflix buddies, let me know. It'll be fun, I promise. And I usually don't rent drippy French films. Well, sometimes I do...

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Dear Wendy, Deanna, and related parties,

Some of you have taken issue with my choice of footwear. And by "some of you," I mean everyone in the lower 48 states, including 94.1's Mark and Mercedes, several coworkers, and my mother. However, MY footwear leaves my feet feeling pampered, comfy cozy, and perhaps most importantly, fully intact... while your choice of footwear leaves your feet looking like this:

I've come to terms with the fact that my shoes are made of rubbery plastic. Why can't the world just let us be? (cue the theme from the 1970's version of Romeo & Juliet)

My point? My shoes are awesome. Are your shoes available in every color of the rainbow, in a myriad of styles? Didn't think so. So in the words of our friend Sinbad circa 1993, "BoooooooYAH."


Monday, October 08, 2007

I was just getting used to glorious indulgences of the weekend: staying up past 11pm, taking my dog to the park in the middle of the day, wearing jeans... And as I sit here blogging at midnight while watching TVland, I sadly realize that the weekend is over. Seven and a half hours from now, I'll be pulling into the parking lot at work, wearing sensible shoes and a blazer. Sigh.

I wonder if people in "9-5" professions (other than teaching) experience this same end-of-weekend nostalgia... or if it's just a school-related anxiety.

In any case, I'm really satisfied with my work this year. I have a big class with students that have all sorts of strengths and challenges. I go home at the end of the day proud of my students. I don't dread Mondays anymore. I feel jittery excitement when I get to go back to work. There are numerous possible reasons for this: I teach at my elementary school alma matter, I'm in a real classroom as opposed to a trailer on the outskirts of the actual school, I'm not bound by NCLB... this list could go on and on.

The point is, I'm really happy with the direction my career is heading. So there.

Sunday, October 07, 2007

On a dear friend's myspace, my profile picture is ominously placed in this manner:

Is this not disturbing?

Kudos to anyone who can name the person whose profile ironically juxtaposes these photos.

Friday, September 21, 2007

I love the digital age because I can update my blog all out of order, but then my great-great-great grandchildren who will read this someday in their Jetson spaceship house will be fooled into thinking that I have a intricately detailed and organized blog which serves as a history of blah... blah... blah...

The point? I'll be updating my blog out of order. So check back and I may have awesome pics of Europe added post-vacation, and those entries will be located before my current tales of Seinfeldian nothingness. Have a super day!

I heard this awesome song by Ingrid Michaelson today on an Old Navy commercial. It's called, "The Way I Am." The lyrics are here for your viewing enjoyment:

If you were falling, then I would catch you.
You need a light, I'd find a match.

Cuz I love the way you say good morning.
And you take me the way I am.

If you are chilly, here take my sweater.
Your head is aching, I'll make it better.

Cuz I love the way you call me baby.
And you take me the way I am.

I'd buy you Rogaine if you start losing all your hair.
Sew on patches to all you tear.

Cuz I love you more than I could ever promise.
And you take me the way I am.
You take me the way I am.
You take me the way I am.

This song struck a chord (haha, music pun).

(If this is confusing and you would like me to elaborate, I can. Much has happened recently.)

You can hear part of the song here:
You can listen to the song here:
I recommend it. Please do it.

Friday, August 17, 2007

5 things...

aka: a random survey adapted from Wendy
(photos coming as soon as blogger-photo-adding isn't broken anymore!)

5 Jobs I've had
1. Custom Art Framer @ Aaron Brothers
2. teleprompter operator for the KBYU evening news
3. Camera Operator @ KBYU
4. Sports Broadcaster @ the 2002 Winter Olympics
5. Elementary School Teacher

5 Movies I Can Watch Over and Over
1. That Thing You Do
2. About A Boy
3. The Muppet Movie
4. A Christmas Story
5. Elizabethtown

5 Places I've Lived
1. Las Vegas
2. Provo
3. Nauvoo, Illinois
4. Korea
5. Germany

5 TV Shows I Enjoy
1. The Office
2. Arrested Development
3. Scrubs
4. M*A*S*H
5. South Park

5 Places I've Been on Vacation
1. Portland
2. Phoenix
3. France
4. Italy
5. Liechtenstein (not many people can say that!)

5 Favorite Restaurants
1. Cafe Rio!!!
2. BJ's Brewery
3. Cheesecake Factory
4. In-N-Out
5. Hash House A Go Go

5 Websites I Visit Daily
1. the onion
2. gmail
3. imdb
4. msypace
5. facebook

5 Places I'd Rather Be Right Now
1. Hawaii
2. Germany
3. asleep in my bed
4. Portland
5. Provo... NOT!!!! haha

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Sunday, June 24, 2007: daytrip to Stasbourg, France

There is so much from Europe that I need to catch up on. I wish I had kept a detailed, entertaining, witty blog from the whole trip. Unfortunately, I did not. I did, however, take flobbity jillion photos (literally), which makes documenting my travels much easier.

The following video is from a daytrip to Strasbourg. This was my very first visit to France! I was so excited to cross the Germany/France border. Don't worry, I caught the whole thing on video tape. An unlucky few of you may someday have the opportunity to watch my 6+ hours of home video from the Europe trip. But for now, please enjoy an 8-minute video of highlights. (The resolution is pretty low because I had to compress it quite a bit... but you get the idea.)

Thanks to wikipedia, I discovered some interesting facts about this beautiful French city on the German border:
1) During Christmas celebrations in 1999, there as an al-Qaeda plot to blow up the Christmas market near the beautiful Strasbourg Cathedral. Thankfully, German authorities foiled this plot.
2) In 2001, during an open air concert, a single tree falling killed thirteen people and injured nearly a hundred. That must have been one HUGE tree, not like the puny ones growing in Las Vegas.
3) Strasbourg is home to "Arte," a French/German television network dedicated to the arts and to cultural programming.

This city is beautiful. I enjoyed a relaxing walk along the banks of the Ill River, which flows through the city. I also enjoyed a gorgeous view of the entire city from the top of the Strasbourg Cathedral via a plethora of stairs on a narrow circular staircase enclosed alternately by dark enclosures and cage-like metal bars. We were nearly 470 feet from the ground! It was the world's tallest building from 1625 until 1847. Even today, it is still the fourth tallest church in the world (or the seventh tallest, depending on the source). In any case, for a claustrophobe with a fear of heights, I felt a certain sense of accomplishment by facing not one but TWO fears.

This was my first visit to a European cathedral. In 1999, I visited the Cathedral of the Madelaine in SLC with the BYU Honors program; this visit was unfortunately colored by pious BYU students rudely commenting (inside the cathedral) on how they couldn't feel the spirit inside this building. How embarrassing. Visiting the intricately adorned Strasbourg Cathedral inspired within me a certain kinship with the architects and craftsmen who worked so hard to build this building of worship. LDS people often pay tribute to the pioneers who sacrificed to build temples. Is this not the same thing? Throughout time and across cultures, people have been inspired to create beautiful works of art/ music /literature /architecture to worship diety.

The view from the top of the Strasbourg Cathedral was breathtaking. As I continue to write about my travels in Europe, I will probably use the word "breathtaking" over and over again, enough to annoy the general readership of this blog. But it's the truth! I have seen so many sights that have literally taken my breath away. At the risk of sounding like a cheeseball, this has truly been a once-in-a-lifetime summer. Stay tuned for further updates.

Love, Heather

Monday, June 25, 2007

My plane left for Germany on June 17th at 2:20pm. The airport suggested being at the airport by 11:20am. I finished packing at 10:45am. I started out the packing my two suitcases in an extremely anal manner, even making a color-coded Microsoft Word document detailing where each item was packed in each suitcase. Towards the end, however, I was just shoving things in where they would fit. Some things didn't fit. Oh well.

At the airport, my mom dropped me off at the ominous sounding "Terminal 2," where international non-stop flights departed. My mom kept shaking her head, saying, "In all my 30 years in Vegas I've never been to Terminal 2."

Well, apparently she wasn't the only one. Walking into Terminal 2 of the McCarren Airport felt like stepping back in time to 1976. Apparently they have not updated (or cleaned) it since then. Even the parking ticket was yellowed. It looked like they bought rolls and rolls of parking tickets in bulk back then and haven't used them all yet.

My gate, Gate 4, was located conveniently right across from the miniscule and non-threatening security checkpoint. As I was about to enter the line for security, a man who was clearly dressed as a suicide bomber

made his way through the line. After he surprisingly made it through security without so much as a warning or stern frown from a TSA agent, I watched him like a hawk to make sure he was going to a different gate than mine. Seriously, if you are going to an airport, why dress like a suicide bomber? Didn't his wife/partner say something like, "Hugo, better pack your suicide bombing vest in your checked luggage. You don't want to call attention to yourself."

Anyway, the flight was pleasant. I sat next to a beautiful German exchange student who spoke English effortlessly without any trace of an accent. I would have probably thought she was American, had she not told me she was German. This 17-year-old girl spoke several European languages and had seen many more countries on the globe than I had. The plane hadn't even touched ground in Europe yet, and I was already feeling like a stupid American.

Friday, June 22, 2007



Tuesday, March 20, 2007

My birthday is on March 29th. That's right folks. March 29th. I will be 26 years old.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

So I've been meaning to post these photos for awhile. Oops. We saw Phantom of the Opera, Tournament of Kings, and let's not forget Disney on Ice. Phantom was all right. The sets were fabulous. We also visited M&M World, saw a couple IMax films at the Luxor with Ty & AC, aaaaand saw Moulin Rouge.

Yes, the photos are kind of small. But if you click on them, they will get big. Very big.

That is all for now. Love, Heather

@ the Luxor with Ty and A.C.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

My brother Kenny and his lovely wife, Ozge, were in town last week, and I met my nephew for the first time! His name is Derin, and we share the same birthday!

Kenny, Derin, me

Friday, January 12, 2007

This has been a frustrating day.

Monday, January 01, 2007

Happy New Year!
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Tomorrow is the first day back at work since December 15th. I love being a teacher. Since winter break started, I have made the following accomplishments:
* overcame the flu. twice.
* watched M*A*S*H (the movie). twice.
* rented 6 movies from Netflix
* saw Briana! on New Year's Eve!