Primary Rocks

For all of you who don't know, I am a primary teacher with My Hero. We teach Valiant 10, and there are only two boys who come every week. During the school year we have another boy who comes ever other week, when he is in town.

This past Sunday was awesome! Some days it's a trial, but most of the time it is good. This past week was awesome. We are in the war chapters and so our two 10 year old boys are always asking us questions like, "Why didn't they use flaming arrows? If I were fighting I would use a bomb. Did they plant mines?" And we have to explain to them nicely, that no they didn't use those weapons because they weren't invented. Sunday was no exception--except one of the boys started off as soon as we were in class that he found a website where you could buy tazers and oozies and all sorts of cool weapons. I let them talk for a little bit and then asked them if they wanted to hear if the Nephites had tazers in the war they were fighting this week. Both of the boys looked at me and said, very condesendingly, "They didn't have tazers. They weren't invented." I had to laugh, at least they listen to somethings I say.

Then came Sharing Time. We had it this month and so I had drawn pictures about missionary stories (Theme of the month is missionary work) and I had the boys hide them. Then as we found the pictures the boys told the story about it. I used stories like Ammon, Elder Groberg, and Seth's. I also made part of the picture be visable. They were mad at me for that. I also had to give clues so the people could find the pictures. My boys are very good hiders. There was one picture left and they called up one girl to come and find it. I had to help with this one, they had hidden it so well. Anyways, I give one clue and then answer questions and the boys are disgusted with me. All during singing time they won't sit by me and they glare at me and give me the biggest evil glares ever. I am dying of laughter. It was so funny to watch them hold a grudge.

At the end of Primary I told them that it was a good thing I was going to be gone for the next two weeks so they could have time to forgive me. Both of them looked horrified and told me, "We forgive you! Don't GO!" I told them that I had too, but My Hero would be there and they were somewhat molified.

I love those boys! They are so funny!

Monday Business

For most of first part of the month of July I went on a kick of I don't want to do anything. And so I didn't. It was really bad. I mean, a list of accomplishments for a whole day would be, "I made the bed and got dressed." And that was a good day.

But I have kicked the habit of laziness-mostly. I am still in my pajamas, but hey, I've made a few worksheets, wrote a letter, did the dishes, and organized the year on Excell for Algebra 2.

Yesterday I worked on my cross-stitch and I am going to make a quilt! I am really excited to do stuff again! It was good for me to be lazy for a week or so, but then it's good to do things again. I love life!

Blood Work

Today I went in for some blood tests, just the customary check up and it has me wondering. I never have problems getting blood taken from me when I am at a hospital, or a lab clinic. They find my veins and the blood is drawn and there is hardly any pain, just a prick.

I go to donate blood through Red Cross or other blood collection agencies and there's a problem. They dig in my arm, they comment that I don't have enough veins and they tell me I'm too little. (The agency really likes my blood, but the collectors don't.) Why is there such a big difference? Is it that good phelbotomists only work at hospitals? The rejects get sent to the donation clinics? I don't know. I will still donate, but it makes me wonder. Why is there such a vast difference between the locations?