About Time...

Well after many tries, I finally got my picture to post correctly. But with a great looking picture like that, I think it will stay that way for a long time. Or it is just I don't want to go through that again.

Life is great! It was alot of fun to go to work this morning (Elementary School) and find that the parking lot is packed with cars for the eventful, "Dad's and Donuts". Yep all the kids bring their dads to the school to get a fill of donuts, suck down some OJ or Milk, and read with their child. Well this morning, there was a Kindergartner who came up to me and told me his dad was at work, but he really wanted a donut. So I thought, "My this will be such a wonderful opportunity to do service this morning." OR "I wanted a donut too...mmmmm!" Anyway, the kid and I went down to the lunchroom, where we aquired a donut and some Chocolate Milk. (I capitalized Chocolate Milk to show you how much I like it.) The kid went and grabbed a book for me to read to him. After sitting down and all ready for the book and treats, the kid looked up at me and said, "Mr. Lemon, We have our donuts and coffee and we are just like Cops, but I don't drink coffee." That brought on a good chuckle.

Also I never knew that my name could change so much. At the first of the school year, the students all laughed at the name of Mr. Lemon. They just couldn't get over that, some kids still haven't. I have been called Mr. Grape, Lemon, Lemonhead, Mr. Lemonhead, and most recently from the three year old preschoolers that come to Speech class...Daddy! Every time I go in there there is some three year old that yells, "DADDY" at the top of their lungs and then runs to attach themselves to my leg. Good times!

Well that was just today at work! Man, I love my job. Well Life is great! I am still engaged to such a wonderful girl. Shout out to her, even though she never reads it. Love you Alice!

LIFE!

Life comes at you fast. As of May 2006, I just moved into an apartment at Old Farm in Logan, getting ready to start graduate school, not dating anyone, and unemployed. Now in December 2006, I am still in graduate school, engaged to be married May 4th, and have a full time job as a Speech and Language Pathologist at Mountain View Elementary School in Brigham City, Utah.

I read Kelli's blog about looking back and what it felt like being a freshman. It really hit me about how I felt as a newly graduate of Utah State University and having those feelings of a freshman. I had just recieved a degree, I knew what I wanted to do, but nervous to jump in for being afraid of totally messing up. But as I continue on through my career, I feel that comfortable confidence will come with the added years of experience and collegiate knowledge. It is intimidating thinking of what is ahead of me in life, but I am ready for it, but not ready. I hope that makes sense.

Well I just haven't blogged forever, so I wanted to catch everyone up and give a shout out to the Shaner, T.J. and Kelli.

Lemon

Board Out of My Skull

I really don't know what that phrase means, "Board out of my skull". Maybe it is just a phrase that I have just made up, but it could also mean that this class that I have "Clinical Voice Pathology" is just not neurologically stimulating anymore and my brain hates me for it and wishes to leave. (Wow, can anyone say Run-On Sentence) The class is on-line and we have our handy dandy web cams and microphones. I am in my friends kitchen and we have made a great infomercial for joining our major. It has my friend as the spokesman and I am doing a quaint little dance in the background. It is a thing of beauty!

I am sorry to those who are reading this due to my constant meandering of words and there is no content or meaning to these words. So I think I will add to this meandering (is that a word?) and write a poem:


That Call of Winter

The wind blows and my spine shivers
This time of year when I make fires, wood can give me slivers
Do I look at this time of seasonal joy,
or do I look at the dim near winter chill?
The time will come when the snow will fly
The bright autumn leaves soon will die.
That Call of Winter is so strong
Always beconing us a sad song.
A soft voice is heard in that Call,
One of a hopefull Christmas bringing joy to all.
And during this time of year,...Oh Class is back!

Please feel free to help finish my poem!

Bye

Back from the Dead

Hello Everyone,

Well my last blog was a half hazard attempt to form a great blog. I was unawares of the still faithful friends who still checked my blg during my dormant days. Well my blogging dormancy has occurred due to some other things (If you don't know what that is, refer to the epcture below).

My Life:

Well here is what I can sum up on my life as a student, teacher (SLP), Ward member, and friend. As a student, I currently am taking 8 credit hours of graduate school. Man, I don't know how they expect us to do a full time job and then all the assignments needed for the classes. All well, life goes on and in a year and a half, I will be done done! (FYI: It's required to get a master's degree, believe you me that if it wasn't I would not be putting myself through this.)

Teacher (SLP) is good. I think it is hard to go from the college life that all of us know and enjoy so much (playing part of it) to the every day getting up and going to work. One day, when you think you are starting to get it down, someone comes along and kicks the back of your shoe and makes you trip and fall. All well, the only bad thing about this is that the one kicking my shoe are these little students who think it is hilarious to make fun of my last name.

Example:

Most of the Speech students either call me Lemon or Lemonhead.

The second day of regular school, the first grade class came in to my room to meet me. After they all filed in all nice, the teacher introduced me and wanted me to tell everyone my name. I thought it would be fun, so I introduced myself as "Mr. Lemon". Just then a loud snickering waved through the first grader like a bad smell in a small elevator. (Okay I don't know about that similie, but what the heck, it's my blog.)

So that is how school goes. A student one moment and then a teacher the next. Talk about being confused.

Ward stuff is good. I really don't know what to say, so I am going to leave it at that.

Friends are awesome. I realize more and more about friendship. I have heard a speaker refer to friendship as a bank account. We deposit and withdraw from each other. Many times, the amounts are different, but it is always nice to know that through "financial/friendship" hard times, we may be withdrawing alot, but there are times when you are stronger and others are there who need help and make frequent deposits. Anyway it is nice to know that I have friends who are there through the deposits and the withdrawals. You guys know who you are, so thanks!

Keep it real and may the blog be with you.

I don't know if anyone checks this

Hello everyone,

Well it has been quite some time since I have done the whole blogorooni. Well my life is wonderful. I now am working as an SLP at an elementary school full time, taking eight credits of graduate school, ward clerk in my ward, and spending a whole bunch of time with Alice. You may be wondering who Alice is, my girl friend. She is awesome and it is hard to do the above list because I like to spend so much time with her. Anyway I just want to make a shout out to Tj, Amber, and Shane. You guys rock and I am not sure that you check this anymore due to my neglegence, but...here is a picture.

LOGORRHEA

WEll I thought I would blog again. If it makes no sense at all, let me explain. I hate graduate school. Graduate school is the very demise in which it wishes to squeeze out any fun in your life and replace it with hours of excrusiating homework and pain that at the end you wish to gouge out your eyes with your pen. Okay maybe not that bad, but I just got done with my mid-term for Neurological Anatomy. Don't worry that it only took me about twelve hours to do and that is about average for the whole class.

Speaking of my class, I find it to be very educational being stuck in a room with 28 girls of varying ages and singularity (most are married) and then the old Richard the Lemon Pie. One would think that with this part of my life, I might have insight into the female realm, but I think I am just as clueless as the next guy. But I do not say that this is an entirely bad thing, but at times much the opposite. For many times I have had the opportunity of being witty and catching on to "what their putting down", but with great ease and comfort I pull out my Y-chromosome clueless card and walk away with a smirk on my face. Oh what joy!...

I just re-read my blog. WHAT THE CRAP AM I SAYING?!

I don't know and I really don't care at this moment. I think I have (here is your neuro-anatomy term for the day), LOGORRHEA-defined by The American Heritage Stedman's Medical Dictionary as "excessive use of words".

But I prefer the definition of The Shane-o-roo's Heritage Medical Dictionary Made Simple definition of "diarrhea of the mouth!"

Well two more weeks of this insanity and then I will be brought to a whole different realm of insanity enough to make one's head explode...Yes! I'M GOING BACK TO ELEMENTARY SCHOOL. I don't know what I should have my speech students call me, either Mr. Lemon, Mr. Richard, or Master of the Universe of all Speech Pathologists! In anyway, the kids won't be able to say my name, Mistow Wichawd Wemon. So I think I will stick with He-Man and "The Master of the Universe" Title. What do your think?

Something Lame

Well I was cleaning out my papers from the move over to "the farm". And in one of the folders that had not been opened for a very long time, I found a SUPER LAME poem that I wrote in 7th grade when the first girl i ever liked dumped me. Yea I know what you are thinking about. 7th grade? It all seemed like drama then...Anyway I think it is funny to look back on. So enjoy and please laugh at it, because I laughed when I read it:

Did you ever love someone, but knew they didn't care,
Did you ever feel like crying, but knew you'd get no where?
Did you ever look into their eyes and say a little prayer?
Did you ever look into their heart and wish that you were there?
Have you ever wondered where they are and wondered if they're true?
One day you'll be happy, and the next day you'll be blue.
And when it starts, you won't know why, you'll wonder day and night.
One day find your losing them, no matter how hard you fight.
Love is free, but it hurts too much, the price is too high.
If I could choose between love or death, I think I'd rather die.
Don't ever fall in love, you'll get hurt before it's through.
You see, my friend, I ought to know, because I fell in love with you.


HAAAAAA!!!! STUPID DRAMA, man I was an idiot back then, but I thought it would be funny to post.

HALF WAY DONE WITH SUMMER SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!