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This weekend was pretty amazing. Because my brother loves me (thanks Brian!), I was able to join in on the fun of both the Rockies game on Friday night and the Nuggets game on Saturday.   In the words of one of my students, PACHOW. I love Denver for many reasons, but one of the biggest is all the sports teams.  I love going to games.  I love it. So Friday I was lucky enough to see the Rockies win their game.  And eat nachos.  We love nachos.  (maybe i had nachos 3 times in a 24 hour period.  so what) (sneaky pics of the parents back there...they had no idea) And the rowdy crowd up front:  We make baseball games fun! We also make Nuggets games fun, especially when we win: Amazing.

What perfect timing for the Backstreet Boys to get their star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame? Only natural for Earth day to be joined by the brightest star(s) in the land. Sometimes, things just make sense.

I went to a math conference yesterday.  Well, probably better said a math education conference.  It is one place I never imagined myself in. Growing up, I was never a math person.  I craved the humanities.  Math and science were just classes to be passed and formulas to memorize.  Give me an English class.  Truth be told, I never took a math class in college; I got out of it because French somehow fulfilled the requirement.  Dream come true. Fast forward to current day and...I teach math.  I work with students who hate math.  We understand each other because we have a common enemy: fractions. linear equations. numbers.  I don't really hate it as much anymore.  And I actually like teaching it way more than I thought I would.  Now, fractions=fun! (kinda) But let us go back to the math conference. So many nerds in one place. And they all love math SO MUCH. We were volunteers so that meant we got a coo...

Today one of my students (you know the one-the gem who comments on my forehead and eyebrows) asked me if I was losing my hair.  Well actually he started the conversation by asking if women could go bald 'here', pointing to a particular location on his head.  Then he asked me if I was losing my hair.   Now I'm insecure about balding.  Thanks, kid. But really I'm not.  I just had pulled my hair back and so it looked like I was balding.  And my hair wasn't washed in the previous 24 hours so maybe that also had something to do with it.  (my hair still isn't washed just so you know) (soon). This kid.   I've realized I broke my promise of blogging every day for the month of April (i was doing so good, too!) but this weekend I just didn't and then yesterday I was too overwhelmed with emotions to write.  Boston tore me up a little bit inside, hurting my heart enough to not formulate a sufficient sentence.  I stared at my scree...

Sometimes I come to Utah and friends ad I cook dinner together. And when I say cooking dinner together, I mean some people cook and other of us watch/eat. You can guess what Janna does.

I'm really tired so for tonight I will bless you with this picture of my gma: And this guy who looks like Mr. Feeny: And the lake right by my work where I sometimes eat lunch.  When its not snowing in April:

Dwayne "the rock" Johnson. Always there with a smile. And giant muscles. Some Mexican Coke. Si, the kind you drink of course. Real sugar, real good. She's the Man, or not. More like she's the crazy one. Amanda Bynes, help! Snow Days are the best. I sleep; watch Law and Order. Eat chicken nuggets. Jurassic Park, please. BD Wong is an Asian Scientist in it. She's pregnant again, Halle Berry.  And my friends From BYU, probs. FIN.