The Good and the Bad News

The good news is Jimmy Johns gourmet sandwiches. If you haven't tried them, you can't believe what you're missing. YUMMOOOOOO! My first was a tuna, yes, tuna on whole wheat. Can we say "Fabulous?!?!?" Saturday I ate a veggie on whole wheat, it was better than fabulous. Next time I think I will try a pickle with my sandwich. They have signs all over the walls, you could just go read them. One says, "If walls could talk, we wouldn't need all these signs." The people are friendly, and the food is made almost before you are done ordering it.

The bad news is President Hinckley. I am just so sad. I knew he wouldn't be around forever, but a side of me hoped. He had a way of speaking that made me want to be better. He seemed approachable. I was watching this program on BYU TV about him last night, and it occured to me that he was always a prophet. The man practiced what he preached. One story was that a newspaper was publishing a story that put the church in a negative light. He was working for the church then, a very young man and was asked to go and talk to the publisher. The FIRST thing he did was go somewhere private and ask the Lord to let him know what to do, and help him do it. Such humility. He talked to the man, and not only did the publisher not publish the story, but he remained friends with Pres. Hinckley for the rest of his life. He worked for the church all of his adult life, except for about 3 years when he worked for the railroad during WWII. I did chuckle when one of his childhood friends referred to him as "Gordy." It just didn't seem right. The church is true, President Monson is great, but I will miss President Hinckley. I just will.

Oops.

Yesterday was my off day. I fell down and SLID across the floor in aerobics on my BUTT--in front of people.
Today is Marki Poo's. The garage door opener wasn't working. Now the door is broken. I feel really bad for him, he can usually fix anything. He doesn't feel really great right now, maybe that's why. HMMM.....

The Reason I Teach

Today I was teaching new vocabulary for the story we are reading. The word is "taxes." I always ask if anyone knows what the words mean, kids can teach kids pretty well. Anyway, I asked, "Does anyone know what taxes are?"

"They are these cars that you can call to come pick you up."

I said, "No, that is a TAXI. Does anyone know what taxes are?"

"It is a place where the Cowboys play."

I had to take a moment to write it down, only Carter knew why.

Boot Camp

OK, I have been trying really hard to change my lifestyle and get some health into it. I have been eating well, excercising and getting plenty of rest. However, I have been at essentially the same weight for the last month, give or take a few pounds. So my gym, yes, it feels like I own it, started a program called Boot Camp. The oreintation was today. I did it after doing a class called Boot Camp, that I think would give any soldier a run for their money. Anyway, Marki Poo was so supportive of my desire to do the gym's boot camp that HE signed me up. So after going to the class, I was subjected to--horror of horrors--the measurements and fitness tests. Yikes! I had to weigh myself, have my fat pinched, do sit ups and push ups and see how far I could go in 10 minutes. Did I say Yikes!? I don't know which was worse, the fat pinching or the sit-ups. I am happy to report that through the encouragement and competition with another camper I was able to go .88 miles in 10 minutes. I hope I can hang in, how embarrassing if I end up dishonorably discharged. I like to point out to anyone who will listen that I am, in fact, probably the oldest one there. It's all just an excuse, I really love it. Booyah!