Seems like my B-day post should be more deep and thoughtful, nope... random it is!

So Friday was the last day of Dixon Middle, Tuesday the last of Lehi High, for me at least. I spoke to my Mom this weekend, it's been since they left to go to CA that we've had a chance to chat, she said because of all of the snow days the kids back home in MI don't get out until June 10th, ick. I remember growing up, I never got to bring treats to school on my birthday, but loved that my birthday was usually the first day of summer, we certainly never went all the way to June 10th, and the thought makes me tired now.

I have a couple of weeks before my next class starts at UVSC, so I can get into all sorts of trouble in two weeks. It'll probably take one week and I'll start missing the kids, it will be odd to not exist in the eye of a hurricane.

We had a fun dinner up at Tocanos in the Gateway in SLC. I think the best part of the meal was sitting next to a huge window that had all of the glass slid out of the way, a gentle breeze and live music from down in front of another restaurant drifting in together. On the way back past I had to do my part for the arts and drop a little cash into their open guitar case.

The closest thing to a birthday "party" that I'm doing is that on Wednesday Kristen and I are taking off up to Park City with another couple we enjoy spending time with, I can't think of a better way to spend a day than with good friends.

If I had to get philosophical on the anniversary of the day I schlumped into this world, it might get ugly. It seems like everything happening right now is crap that everyone else does in their twenties. Having our first child, going to college, living in Kristen's grandparents house, at least we pay rent, and luckily it has a nice big yard or this might get uglier still, full of self doubt, whining and stuff. But wallowing gets old pretty quick, and I'd rather tell you about "helping" Kristen get her lesson ready this morning.

She might not want me to publish this, but she doesn't exactly love teaching primary... especially right now at the end of a long school year, or really at the end of any week, she would rather not spend her weekend rest from teaching fifth graders teaching kindergartners, even if it is about Jesus. She's expecting a lightning strike any day now. This morning she started reluctantly pulling out her manual and some supplies, not expending precious energy pretending to be happy about it. I asked and offered to help, she just had about 9 questions that were supposed to be transposed onto different colored index cards. The questions were things like "What did Jesus mean when he said suffer the children to come unto me, or how do we show our love for Jesus." I was happy to do that for her..... but I couldn't resist adding my ......special.... touch. At the end of the question "How do we know Jesus loves us" I simply added "and wolverines?" There were three extra cards, it seemed silly to leave them blank. The idea was that the kids pull out the question from a bag, try to read it themselves, maybe needing help from the teachers, and then discussing the possible answers. It was all I could do to keep a straight face as Kristen walked by and I imagined the effect of the pupil reading out loud with a confused look..... "Do you love wolverines?", randomly in the middle of the lesson, or "Can you spell wolverine?" But the one that makes me laugh the hardest with devilish glee, though I'm sure it won't really work "Everyone act like a wolverine. GO!" The thought of a stunned and unthankful Kristen standing in front of 8 5yr olds climbing and snarling under their chairs is enough joy, I don't care if it works, the image is all I need. I left church early to run an errand at the house, my arm still aches from all of the twisting, I'll be going back to pick up Kristen any minute now.... I let you know the look I get upon arrival.