I Detest Wal-Mart

Yes, I know the rest of the world lives and dies by the Wal-fart. Yes, I know that there are people who may even read my blog that like the Wal-blart, but me? . . . . nooooooo. I can't stand it. I try to avoid this big evil store as much as possible, but I have visited 2 different stores in the last 2 days and that has been more than plenty.

Yesterday, I went to the WM in Tooele (also referred to as the Tooele Mall). I went shopping with James, Melissa the art teacher, and 5 freshman students. We were shopping for a sub-for-santa we've been working on. I had shopping lists to divy up among all of us. We successfully completed our shopping in a very expeditious 45 minutes. It was great. We then took our shopping carts to the shortest checkout line and proceeded to check out . . . um, sure . . . we were in the check-out line for 45 minutes more. I couldn't believe it. I kept looking around, but all of the lines were that long and NOT moving. I thought our slowness was to blame on the two, count them two, different women in our line who were on oxygen. There are at least 20 check out stands and only 6 or so of them were open. Great!

Tonight I needed to go to another WM. I was with my dad and Willie. I needed to pick up two more Christmas gifts, one specifically from the WM and one that I needed for tomorrow that could be purchased there also. The parking lot was out of control, so my Dad just dropped me off. I should have been able to dash in and out, but of course that's impossible. I went directly to what I needed and then to the check out stand. That task took about 2 minutes. I went to the 10 items or less line. This creepy man with a do-rag in front of me kept staring at me. I was trying to pretend he wasn't and was trying not to make eye contact. He was very dirty. When he finally got to the check-out stand, he paid for his things - 3 TV dinners, fruit cups, some kind of Mexican orange soda, and a denim, button-down shirt to match the one he was wearing. He leaned over the little counter and invaded the personal space of the checker. "Can I ask you a small favor? I really need to go to the bathroom. Can I leave all this stuff here while I go." She said, "um sure. Just push your cart around the end." He then told 2 more WM employees that he was leaving his cart there and going to the bathroom. He would come back in a minute.

I hat the Wal-spelunckart.

Willie's Star

Haley and I went to the court of honor to see Willie receive the BSA star award.

Merry Christmas!

It's about time for a more positive post! Here are our Christmas decorations.

I'm Tired

Hello Blog World,

I'm tired. I'm tired of my job. I feel like I'm a sucky teacher lately. I'm behind on my Christmas shopping. I still have a lot to do. I haven't sent out or even written out any Christmas cards. I have difficulty waking up in the morning and for the first time in my career, last week, I had to call a fellow teacher to cover my class for 20 minutes until I got there. (It has happened one other time, but snow was to blame and not my sleeping in.) Three dumb boys had a lighter in my class yesterday during 8th period and wouldn't fess up to the smoke/burning smell. I've yet to hear from the administration on what the consequence was even though I've asked. A student who I haven't seen since September is still on my roles. A student who hasn't come since before Halloween because she had a baby is still on the roles and is failing every class because she isn't there. A girl in 4th period today was so disruptive I asked her to go step out in the hall. She said, "Oh good I have to go potty, anyway," ran out the door and never returned.

I convinced myself to take a half day off tomorrow. It was a great idea. I have 40 sick days to burn. It was a great idea . . . that is until I realized that I have to help the Freshman class officers get their Tree Festival tree set up tomorrow after school, I'll probably have a room full of kids again who don't understand quadratics and they have a test on it next week, and I told another teacher that I would give her a ride into the WVC to meet up with her husband so they can go to St. George for the weekend without him having to go back out to Tooele to get her . . . .ugh . . . is it Friday yet? Oh no. Saturday morning I have to be at the church between 7:30 and 8:00 a.m. to help in the kitchen for the ward breakfast. They asked all the people who "don't have to wrangle kiddles" to help out. James says he is refusing to go with me because he never gets to sleep in. Sorry! You're the EQ pres. now and I think that requires you to go to ward parties at 7:30 in the morning with your wife. Ha! You can wait until next week to sleep in!

Okay, I'm dumb venting now. Good night! Bye the way . . . spell check doesn't like the word "sucky" or "kiddles."

Students say the darndest things

Student: Hey Mrs. Binggeli. You want to hear a joke I heard over the weekend?

Me: Is it appropriate? Sure.

Student: So, a monkey and an elephant were taking a bath. The monkey said, "Will you pass the shampoo?" The elephant replied, "What do I look like, a radio?"

Me: Wait, say that again?

Student: "What do I look like, a radio?"

Me: I don't get it.

Student. You don't?

Me: No, will you please explain it to me?

Student: I can't. That's the joke.

Me: What?

Student: You know, like, it's one of those jokes that doesn't make any sense.

Me: Yeah, I don't get it. It doesn't make any sense.

Student: Yeah, that's why it's so funny.

Me: . . . . ok?!?