Who took these pictures?

I picked up the camera today and looked at all the pictures on the little screen. I guess I haven't done this for a while because I saw many interesting pictures that I had forgotten about or have never seen. I did not take them, that leaves one person who did. Yep, here are some masterpieces from my straight A, honor society, engineer husband. Hope you enjoy, I sure did.


This would be Bryan's ear. Don't ask me why we have a picture of his squished ear but we do.



Here we have Bryan's nostrils. Nice and flared which is a skill that I do not have. Bummer, I really wish I could flare to such an extent that I could almost see my brain!



This is Bryan's dislocated thumb. Poor thumb that got injured in high school football. Um, I see 2 hands; was someone having a little fun with the timer?



I took this one. I love it. They say that boys never really grow up. Maybe that is a good thing (at times of course). When he first walked out all decked out in scout stuff I lost it. It cracked me up! I married a 12 year old! He even has the official belt. So cool. Now he totally fits in with all his little scouts.

The famine is over; bring on the feast

This is what a fridge looks like after a bishop challenges his ward to live on its food storage for a week. Normally this wouldn't be a problem but because last weekend was a 3-day weekend, someone (me) put off some major grocery shopping until Monday. However, by Monday it was forbidden so some people (us) had to get very creative with meals. Lesson learned bishop. By the way, no one go to Fry's tomorrow, there will be no food left after I am there.

The Day the President Visited School

Whew. We are still alive at Dobson High School. During his visit to Arizona today Obama came and gave his speech in our gym. It has been CRAZY. We found out on Friday night that our school was selected. People spent the night on Sunday waiting in line for tickets to see it (not me, I was in my nice warm bed). We all showed up to school on Tuesday with the media, secret service and grounds crew everywhere. The media didn't stop until Wed. after school. The secret service guys really do wear dark suits and have ear pieces in. Sadly, I don't think they like to be photographed much either so I didn't take any pictures of them. We had to leave every door, closet, and drawer unlocked last night so they could come through with their dogs. They put in a new toilet for the pres and even painted a bathroom in case he wanted to use it (heaven forbid he use one of ours and I'm not even sure we get to keep it). The grounds crew was very busy. They turned a campus full of dirt into beautifully landscaped grass in one day. It would have taken at least all summer to get that done. Every grounds crew member in the district was at our campus. I am not sure where they got the money to do this...schools are so hurting for money that they can't pay for us to get substitute teachers but we can sure get grass (I am a little tiffed about this one if you can't tell).



Our pretty Obama grass. I wouldn't be surprised if they roll it back
up tomorrow and return it to get money back!


I have never seen so much security in my life. Police, district security, school security, secret service, SWAT team, and every thing in between. I even had to show my teacher badge to get onto campus this morning. Protesters lined the fence and police tried to keep them under control. The entire east side of the school was completely off limits and was extremely guarded.


The crowd starting to form in the morning. Behind the
tree is a group of secret service guys.

I did not get to see the president. I saw his motorcade pull into the school by pure accident- I was walking across campus going to teach my anatomy class. That was as close as I ever got. We all watched through a closed circuit feed to our rooms. It was a fun day. Sure I didn't vote for him, sure I don't agree with a lot of his ideas but he is the president and it was fun to feel that tangible excitement in the air.


Obama in the gym. Our gym. How cool.

Becoming Our Parents

Here at the Martins we have been noticing that we are slowly but surely turning into our parents. Not that it’s a bad thing; I suppose that it is bound to happen sooner or later. We find humor in the moments when these parent realizations happen. Good thing we have great parents, otherwise this would be really bad.

Here are some recent events that have left me saying (out loud), “I am turning into my mother.”

- Girls camp. Yep, I sit here typing as the new ward camp director. My mom has gone to girls camp since I was -5 years old (yes, negative 5). I am going on year 2, only 29 more to go…just like mama.

- I can’t seem to remember my age. There have been many occasions when my mom had to think about how old she was. I never understood how someone could forget their own age. Well, the other day I had to do full on math to figure out that yes, indeed I am 26 years old.

- Hamburger bun garlic toast. What else are you supposed to do with the few buns left over from dinner a few nights ago? Sorry for making fun of you about that one mom, it’s genius.

Bryan is turning into his dad. Here are a few events that have left me saying to Bryan, “You are so turning into Bob.”

- He puts some sort of sauce on everything. Like miracle whip on grilled cheese and banana bread, Catalina on eggs, and bbq sauce on any meat known to man. I will not comment on my opinion of this.

- Some people think that he is Mexican but in fact he is not.

- He corrects grammar 24 hours a day. If there is anything misspelled or incorrectly punctuated in the world Bryan or his dad will find it, point it out and if possible fix it (even if it involves a permanent marker and a public sign).

- He seems to always be in high demand for electrical work and can put a switch or plug anywhere.

I think it must be in the master plan that we, at least a little, become like our parents. Hopefully we take the good and not the rest but it doesn’t always happen like that (miracle whip being a prime example). All I can say is thank goodness for good genes.

Questionnaire

I see these little questionnaires everywhere on blogs and in my email and I love reading them. However I rarely do them myself. Today I got a twinge of guilt and decided to play along and actually fill one out. I limited it to only 15 questions instead of the normal 874; I don’t feel that guilty.

1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Yep, my aunt (never met her though)
2. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? Hate it
3. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Yes, according to every member of Bryan’s family they are disgusting ones
4. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? I would like to try but I am pretty sure I would wet my pants
5. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Life. I really like Tootie Fruities too (woohoo Malto-Meal!) I eat these so much that Bryan calls me ‘tootie fruity’ quite often.
6. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? No way
7. FAVORITE SMELLS? New car, Comet cleaner (I know it’s disturbing), oranges
8. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? My momma
9. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? Yes and for way longer than is recommended
10. FAVORITE FOOD? My mom’s stir-fry
11. HUGS OR KISSES? Yes please
12. FAVORITE DESSERT? Chocolate and chocolate
13. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? Jamaica
14. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Utah, can anyone say BYU baby?
15. HOW DID YOU MEET YOUR SPOUSE/SIGNIFICANT OTHER? We sat next to each other in church and said probably 3 words to each other.