Tagged Again

It's a Little Different Tag
A. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning.
B. Each player answers the questions about themselves.
C. At the end of the post, the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.

10 years ago: February 1, 1998 (from my journal)
I went to a drama convention in Orem. I decided to do hurdles for my pantomime final. I got a really ugly T-shirt that I probably still have.

5 things on my to-do list today:
1. Start my portfolio for my level II license application
2. Reorganize the filing drawer India messed up about a year ago
3. Do 30 minutes of indexing
4. Take a shower
5. Choreograph a lyrical jazz dance

Things I would do if I were suddenly made a a billionaire:
Pay off loans. Buy stock. Live in different parts of the world and learn to do their traditional dances.

2 of my bad habits:
1. Eating when I'm stressed
2. Stressing too much

5 places I have lived:
1. Bethesda, Maryland 2. Biloxi, Mississippi 3. Brookhaven, Mississippi 4. Centerville, Utah 5. Orem, Utah

5 Jobs I have had:
1. Dog Groomer
2. Cheerleader/Drill/Dance Instructor
3. Janitor (for 3 weeks . . . yup, I'm a wimp)
4. Writing Tutor
5. English Teacher (8th, 9th, 10th, and now teaching boys at therapeutic boarding school ages 13-18)

5 Things people don't know about me:
I'm addicted to Barbie movies. I prefer bananas more green than yellow. My first kiss was at age 18. I hiccup like a terridactyl. It took me a year to learn how to drive a stick shift car.

New "taggies" are Ammon, Kim, Natasha, Nikki, and Meredith.

Sunday Evening

Here is India hanging out by our bishop's dog, Molly, during BYD. Thanks to Ben Snow who captured this moment for us! Does that foot in the lefthand corner look familiar to anyone? I can't remember who was sitting there. Afterwards, India had tons of fun playing the marble game with Sister Robinson.

When we came home, we found out President Hinkley had passed away. It's sad in a sense, but also joyful because he served the Lord faithfully during his life and is now with his wife again. I have been touched by all the news reporters/writers covering his death in the news because they have done so in such a loving, respectful, and reverent manner. President Hinkley exuded happiness, and I am grateful to still have his words of wisdom.

We're Back

After a month long sabbatical from blogging, we are back! Today Ammon and I both had the day off from work, so we had a family date. First, on the way to Team Gear, we braved the snow and passed 30 unlucky cars on the freeway that had been in accidents or had spun off the road. Ammon scored (no pun intended) a great deal on two adjustable ladders for his soccer team to do drills on. India picked out a hot pink soccer ball that she kept trying to sneak around the store. Next, we ate yummy food at Asian Food Buffet. As tradition, Ammon continues to reinforce how scary the "dragon kitties" really are. Hopefully, this exercise does not give her psychological issues in the future. Afterwards, we saw the Bucket List, which was very enjoyable with a satisfying ending. India's favorite part of the movies was "riding" on the train in the arcade. Shhh . . . nobody tell India her parents are too cheap to give up their quarters. Finally, we went shopping for Ammon because he keeps shrinking! The last picture is of Ammon and India doing the Heisman Trophy Pose.

Merry Christmas

May you all travel safely and have a wonderful, relaxing holiday!

Love,

the Wiemers

Yet another internet lie . . .

Ammon and I can both confirm that being in high school and reading hundreds of high school papers a year make you stupider. See comments for examples.

Our Tough Cookie

My house is a disaster. I'm tired of cleaning, so I choose blogging.




I have heard from 3 different people that India is aggressive in nursery. Ammon thinks it's great. Should I be worried? She did tackle Jackson to the floor when she wanted him to dance with her on Sunday. Sigh. Poor Jack. He is a champion friend (and so are his parents!).

I do have one good reason the house isn't clean. My sister, Brittany, just gave me a must-see, five star documentary called God Grew Tired of Us. In a nutshell, it's about the trek that 27,000 orphaned lost boys and girls made from Sudan to multiple refugee camps to America. However, the documentary focuses on three specific young men's stories. What impressed me the most was their healthy perspective on trials, family, unity, trust, and happiness. I think about William Golding's fictional story, Lord of the Flies, which focuses on the atrophy of humanity and civilization when children are left to raise themselves. Yet, the lost boys of Sudan's story is so different. I'd love to further discuss this documentary with anyone who watches it!

Grown Up

Our little India is certainly growing, and with that growth comes challenges and fun. Well, not always fun, but often after a good scolding, we have to laugh. Many of her mess ups are a result of trying to be too grown up. Erin baked waffles (is that the correct verb?). Afterward, India also wanted to bake. Not really bake, just eat powdered sugar. "MMMM!" She said after tasting it. She also found that the fluffy texture means a nice coating of everything when it is thrown. You can notice Erin's coat behind India with a coating of sugar. Erin was upset, but decided that taking pictures of the event was more productive than becoming angry. She's a good Mommy.

The next thing that India has started to do, which is hilarious, is hide. She has found that she can stay up a little longer and make Mom and Dad laugh when she hides from us. The game goes like this. We call out to her "India. It's time for bed." She hides from us. We then pretend not to know where she is. The best part is pretending to look for her. We say out loud questioning "Is India ..." We say different places that she could potentially could be. The funniest thing is that India responds with a voice hinting at foolishness "Nooooo." We then repeat the charade a few times until we guess the correct hiding place ending with India shouting "Grrrrrrr" to scare us. Some people read books to their kids at bed time. We play Scary Hide and Seek.

Doesn't she look so smart?

Essentially, she likes to copy everything that "grown ups" do. In fact, she thinks that she is one herself. This is especially true when she scolds us when we are getting in trouble. You know, really important things like not getting her sippy cup filled with "wah" quickly enough. This look is similar to the one we get when we are in trouble.

This past weekend was our first real snow storm of the season. It was also the first time India really played in the snow. Of course it was necessary for her to learn how to make a proper snowball.

In all, she is learning how to get in to mischief, make messes, drive us crazy, and other such things. At the end of the day, though, when she gets sleepy and snuggles close, we forget all of that and say to each other "We have a perfect baby girl."

Wiemers' Week

This week Ammon's dad, John, came out to visit for Thanksgiving! I hope we kept him busy enough. Over the course of the week, we saw Oliver at West Jordan High School, went swimming and hot tubbing, rode Trax to Salt Lake City, ate a lot of yummy food, and hung out with Hannah, Jeremy, Sariah, Dan, Jack, and Sophie as much as possible. India found a picture of candles I cut out from the newspaper and would come up to me and sing "Happy Birthday" to me then blow out the newspaper candles. Ammon did a great job heading up our Thanksgiving feast, and Sariah even made me a pumpkin cheesecake! Thanks to all of my cute friends and family who made my my birthday great!!! I'm so lucky!

Ammon and I took an extra trax trip down to Salt Lake to watch a Jazz game with my family. (We LOVE riding Trax. People are much nicer, it's cheap, and you don't have to worry about parking). My dad scored three extra cool seats, so we all took turns sitting on the 9th row at center court. Now, I'm not a basketball fan in the least, but being that close was incredible! I'm sure Ammon would feel the same way if he sat that close at a ballet. (Hint, hint).

There you go. They say I'm a genius!

You Are a Yellow Crayon

Your world is colored with happy, warm, fun colors. You have a thoughtful and wise way about you. Some people might even consider you a genius. Charming and eloquent, you are able to get people to do things your way. While you seem spontaneous and free wheeling, you are calculating to the extreme. Your color wheel opposite is purple. You both are charismatic leaders, but purple people act like you have no depth.

What Color Crayon Are You?

Eye Candy

I absolutely love Christmas! Ammon has forbid me to put out Christmas decorations until December 1st. We'll see. I'm all about celebrating Christmas on Thanksgiving because that's what I'm thankful for. Plus, my birthday is on Thanksgiving, so shouldn't I get my way?

Oh yes, and your treat? Click on the link below to check out Ammon's sweet dance moves! Shake it, shake it!!!

http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=9515573955

Our Little Dragon

India didn't like being in her costume, but after people started giving her candy, she forgot all about it. On our way to Eric and Camille's house, India kept rehearsing her script: "trick or treat", "thank you", "bye bye". Ammon and I "dressed up" as a king and queen, but all the kids at our ward party kept asking me if I worked at Burger King. I guess a crown doesn't make the cut for Halloween.

The City of Lights

A couple weeks ago, Ammon and I took a 33 hour trip with the Shumways to Las Vegas! It was our first time. We had an excellent road trip (thanks for driving Josh!), and within only a few hours, McKenna quadrupled my exposure to past and current bands and singers! We also found Kolob. I feel lucky because I don't think a lot of people have found Kolob, but the cows certainly have.

We dropped our bags off at the massive Excalibur and hit the strip. We loved the 3D movie at the M&M factory. At the Coke Factory, we sampled the "taste of the world", or a variety of coke products from different countries. I enjoyed Iceland's sprite-like beverage the best and despised Italy's carbonated cough syrup. Hands down though, the American stuff is the best.

Later that night, Ammon and I found the lion exhibit while the Shumways rode the roller coaster. It was way better than the zoo because they got the lions to move around. There is a section where you can walk under the lions, which is incredible. We watched the water show and saw some fireworks. Our celebrity sighting was John Walsh, who was actually taping America's Most Wanted when we saw him.

The next day we visited the Bodies exhibit, which was a bit creepy, but nonetheless, educational. My favorite part showed the development of a fetus every two weeks. Simply amazing and way better than pictures!

I'd like to present

Our first blogged home video starring India. (Many thanks to McKenna who figured out how to post this!) Our family LOVES to watch The Office together every Thursday night.

The Analogy

A typical week in the Wiemers' household is like a merry-go-round. It's got ups and downs, but eventually we get around to the next weekend.

Recent ups: Ammon's chili won first place at the ward chili cook-off! And we've got the ribbon to prove it. Ammon also made teacher of the month at school and received a hundred bucks for it. This is really cool because teachers are nominated by students rather than other teachers. Moving on. I made dinner 3 times last week. Ammon bought me a Harry Potter book and some new slippers for no reason in particular. If you know Ammon's feelings about Harry Potter, you know this purchase was a moral sacrifice. Lastly, I am happy to report that India is now good enough to go and participate in story time at the library again! We took a six month sabbatical from all public "playgroup" things because India would run away from me and tease other children.

Recent downs: Ammon's soccer team lost at region, but it was the first time they made it to regions in 7 years. Ammon is now shifting his extracurricular activities from soccer to debate. Next, India broke her first item at a store (worcestershire sauce), which made a huge, pungent mess. I fired her from grocery shopping with me in the future. On the flip side, today India fired me and Ammon. Then she found new parents. The new parents had way cooler toys and snacks. She and her new brother managed to escape from the new parents by crawling under pews and through a maze of legs. Then the new parents fired India, and we had to take her home with us.

What about our in-between moments? Here's an example: Ammon was intrigued by a few of our friends' ugly baby blogs, so he googled ugly babies. Unfortunately, we have found that India is terrified by the Mr. Bean baby. Shaking, screaming, running terrified. I kind of am too.

At any rate, last week was a good ride!

FOOD GOOD

Some of you fine people may wonder what the video means other than that it is hilarious. Now that I have a few minutes of stolen time, I'll explain.

Every day, I have my students write one half page on a topic that I give to them. The topics are questions that I think would be interesting to have them write about and also to discuss. You can, if you're really bored, go to my class web site and read all of the topics for the year. http://ammon.wiemers.googlepages.com

Lately, it seems like we've been talking an unusually great amount about food. For instance, I had them write about what their favorite kind of pie is. I was shocked to learn how many people don't like pie. I think that is too bad.

I've also noticed that I have wanted to eat yummy food more lately. Whether it is that the holiday food season is approaching, or that my natural instinct to fatten up for the winter, or that the opportunity has just arisen more frequently, I have been eating too much yummy stuff lately.

For instance, on Saturday I came home from buying food at Costco to find that one of our well meaning neaighbors had dropped of a box of Krispy Kreme donuts. Well, that's not nice. I made up my mind that I was going to do good, as far as diet goes, for the entire weekend. That usually is not so. But, there was a box of delicious sitting right there. So, I partook.

As I was eating the last one, (Erin and India helped) I went to the gym. I ran an extra mile, but I'm not sure it was enough. Sugar Good -- Sugar Bad.

So what does that have to do with the video clip? The line about how he's never really glad he ate a hot pocket when he's done. That's how I feel about donuts and other sugary things. Before hand, I think "this is going to be awesome." After, I think "that was awesome, but I don't feel good."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jFFTwnYXI20

I'm sure that the holiday season will be difficult, but I'm hopefull that I can win. That is, the battle of the bulge.

William Tell Overture

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=anSpBUxsgAU

This isn't quite my life yet, but apparently I've got a lot look forward to! (India loves to sing with this lady).

Irks, Quirks, and Smirks

So, I've decided to go against my better judgment and get all personal on ya'll. Not 'cause I really want to (‘cause I don't) or because everyone else is doing it (which they are), but because honestly I can't think of another topic better to write about. If that all doesn't make sense to all of you all. I'm about to go against one of the things I hate the most and make a list. A personal inventory/self reflexion of my self toward myself by myself ... self. I'm going to do seven of them. That is, I'm writing seven things I like, dislike and things like that ... like. No I'm not writing seven of each. I'm writing seven total -- wise acres. I think seven total is more than sufficient for all those nosy people who want to know all this stuff about me, but don't have the gumption to call me on the phone and ask me. 'Cause that would be weird. It's not like someone would ever call and say "Ammon? So what's your favorite, oh I don't know, brand of latex paint?" Somehow though, if I write it in my blog people will say to themselves "I didn't know that about him, and now that he says it, I'm glad that I do." Well anyway... here goes.

1. Lists.

I really don't like lists. Well, not all lists. Just lists of favorite things. I don't really have favorites of things. When someone asks me what my favorite something is, I start to feel bad thinking somehow I ought to have one, and why don't I?, and I think that somehow I'm not as good a person because I haven't thought of how important it is to have a favorite of that type of thing, and even worse is that I don't know that many types of that particular type of thing to really make an educated decision on the matter, so I just pick the first one that I can think of and then the look on their face suggests that I ought to have considered my options better, but I thought that I had, and then I think that those people don't want to be my friend anymore, and that's not good, so I really wish people didn't ask me things like what's my favorite. So, in other words I really don't understand the supposed need people have of rank ordering every aspect of their life. I have things I like and things I don't like. Sure. I don't though order those lists. I don't have a singular favorite of most things.

2. Books.

I really like many books. I am often asked what my favorite book is. I should probably get used to the question. It seems like the two questions people ask when the find out I teach English are 1. What is your favorite book? and 2. I hate grammar. The second isn't really a question, but they say it as if it was and they expect me to side with them. Anyway, usually I tell them the same thing I'm going to write here. There are many books that I would say are my favorite. Well, that really defeats the purpose of favorite now doesn't it? I'll list some of my favorites now.
· The Sun Also Rises, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, The Great Gatsby, Death of a Salesman (yes I know it's a play), The Grapes of Wrath, Their Eyes are Watching God, Things Fall Apart. I'll stop there since this list has a theme of seven.

3. Transportation.

My dream is to one day convince Erin to let me get a Harley Davidson motorcycle. Once I have procured that, I will then begin trying to get a Corvette. Owning and driving both is part of my twenty year plan. Well I think that the Harley might come at around year ten (that leaves me six years on that one). The Corvette perhaps around year 20. If I can’t dream that one day I’ll drive a Corvette, what’s the point? I might as well just die now.

4. Dream Jobs.

There are a few jobs that I would choose if I had no other factors to consider than the merits of that particular job alone. That is, if I didn’t have things like wife, child, responsibility, morals, laws, and health to bog my decisions down.
· Pirate
· Chef/ Restaurant owner
· Meteorologist/extreme weather chaser
· National Geographic photographer
· Mob boss

So, obviously the above list of things that influenced my selection of career won out in the end. Yep, I teach English.

5. Time Wasting.

I can't decide whether this is one that I like or not. Well, let me explain. Right now, I'm sitting at work with a pile -- actually, that's not true -- several piles of work I should be doing. I'm not doing it though. I'm blogging. Is it a waste of time? I don't think so. It might be a misappropriation of time. So, instead of doing the work (I'm not doing it 'cause my mind is numb) I'm doing other "work" that I like better. I'll get the work done on Saturday. That's what I always say to myself. Really, I've come to accept that work doesn't ever get done. Piles get finished only to start new piles. I guess I just find a comfortable level of drownedness. Is that a word? And to get through it, I interject things like blogging and answering emails and reading the news. Is it time wasting or break taking? If it is called time wasting, I'm strictly opposed. If it is break taking, I'm whole heartedly in favor of it.

6. Silly News

Is it wrong to read the news hoping to laugh? I'm sure that for the people involved in the stories I find hilarious, the story isn't that funny. Should I get pleasure and entertainment out of human suffering? I feel like the answer should be no. Well, I guess I need to explain. I don't look at natural catastrophes and laugh at people dying. That is wrong. However, when I read a story http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,298419,00.html about a man who has no arms getting into a fight with another guy and head butting him, for some reason that is funny. I often read Fox News' web site. They have a section called something like "most read." They usually have interesting funny and weird stories there.

7. Disney

I have found myself talking a lot about Disney lately. I think it is really quite amazing that people get so upset when they find out I hate Disney and especially Disneyland. There reaction is something akin to if I they found out I worshipped the devil. I don't by the way, but when people find out I don't like Disney they assume I do. I actually do have a reason for not liking it. I'm not just trying to be controversial. My major problem is their slogan "happiest place on earth." My objection to that is the place they have created, which is a false reality, they sell to us as authentic. Worse than that is that we buy it. People are lining up to buy a false ideal. It is not the happiest place on earth. It is a great a spacious place with lots of people laughing though. Hmm? Something about calling evil good and good evil. I don't know exactly. Anyway, I don't like it. Never have been there. Never will go there.

So that's my seven.

Picture Updates

This is India and her friend Raegan at the Living Planet Aquarium in Sandy. The aquarium is 1/2 price the first Monday of every month: adults $4, children $3, age two and under free. It was cool, but definitely not more than a $4 show. The best attractions were the octopus suctioned to the glass, fluorescent jellyfish, and the stingray petting pool. Slimy!

Continuing the water theme. I had tried and tried and tried all day long to get India into a bathing suit, so she could swim in her pool. Through compromise, we managed a win-win situation.

Dinner time has become a battle of wills: India vs. me. This night India wouldn't eat anything I put in front of her. So I opened the cupboard and presented can after can to see what she wanted for dinner. She decided

on green chili peppers. I think I won.

Ok . . . I finally buckled.

I have actually been "tagged" a couple of times in the past, so I'm finally getting around to it.

1. My first job in college I was a model for the art department. (If you haven't figured out this is Erin writing, you can put your fears to rest). Once a boy left crying, and the only time I got embarrassed was when I found out that Ammon's roommate had been in one of the classes.



2. One of the few things that Ammon and I have in common is that we love to work outside. Mowing. Edging. Weeding. Mulching. We are definitely the weird couple who are obsessed with having the greenest grass on the street. Every Mother's Day, we've made a tradition of buying flowers to plant for the summer. I want to be able to grow things like my mom can.



3. I want to go back to school and get a master's degree. I'm not sure in what yet - maybe English, maybe counseling, maybe education. I want to attend classes at an established university rather than taking internet classes because I love being a student.



4. I lived in Roswell, New Mexico for three months when I was 13 years old. My family (2 parents, 8 kids, and 1 dog) lived in a small one bedroom/one bathroom apartment. Yet I can honestly say that was the best summer of my life. We went to the bottomless lakes 3 times a week, used the laundromat for the first time in my life, went on trek in the desert, bought alien t-shirts and alien paraphernalia, slept on sleeping bags every night, and Bryce and I got our patriarchal blessings from my grandpa that summer. My dad worked with the missionaries in our ward, and I felt so cool because my dad had the missionary hook-ups.



5. I used to hate dancing. I went to my first dance (a church dance for mutual) when I was 12. I cried and cried and begged my parents to stay home because I couldn't dance. Only my parents would force their children to humiliate themselves in front of everybody. I didn't go to another dance until I was 15 1/2, which was at EFY. After that, I was hooked and attended as many high school and church dances as I could. So - Mom and Dad, you were right and thank you!



6. I've gone sledding on a loveseat attached to skis. Exhilarating.



7. My all-time favorite books are The Grapes of Wrath, Things Fall Apart, and Shipwreck at the Bottom of the World. I'm not very good at writing poetry, but I love to read it.

Now I tag Ammon, Hannah, Jeremy, Ashley, Shumways, and the Hawes. Write 7 things about yourself!

Loud Sheets? And Shooting Stars?

This Tuesday will mark the fourth anniversary of Erin and me getting married. Sort of related to that, we got new sheets for our bed. After four years they have become fairly worn. UMMM? Well anyway, we got new sheets. I went to the store and got what looked like good sheets. The main thing I learned is that the higher the number the better the sheets. So I thought 800 was a nice number for sheets -- thread count that is. What I didn't know, and I have subsequently come to understand, is that the higher the number also means the louder the sheets are. I've never been awakened in the middle of the night before by the sound of fabric. I know -- you are probably wondering what a sheet could sound like that could be that loud. Really, there is no other way for me to properly convey the sound that kept waking Erin and me up all night. It is an altogether new sound. Krinkly, rustly, crumply, and flappilty are words that I'm not sure are actually real, but they are something like the sound that I'm talking about. The first night was the loudest, and each night either the sheets are simmering down or we are getting used to it. You can't argue against the comfort, but the noise was something else.

Tonight we went to see a meteor shower. It's called Perseids or something like that. Anyway, we were certainly underwhelmed. We went up onto the mountain and stayed for about an hour. I saw three. Erin saw one (India was distracting her). Jeremy saw the most -- 5. In a word, the meteor shower was really not all that very fantastic. (I like to say "in a word" and then not give the one word -- it's a little trick I know.)

The plans for celebrating our anniversary include staying in Park City for the night and waking up to go mountain biking. I'm so excited. Erin's excitement does not nearly match mine, but is growing. It's going to be awesome. We will ride the lifts with our bikes and ride the trails back down. So we get all of the fun of mountain biking without nearly as much work. It's the American Dream. Wait. Is that the American Dream? All fun and no work? Well, I'm not going to comment too much on that. In fact I don't care, at this point, if our vacation plans align with my or anyone else's conception of what it means to be American. All I know is that it's going to be freakin' sweet, and that's all I'm worried about.

I realized that today is my last Sunday night before a monday that I have to work. Now for the rest of the year, I'm going to go to sleep on Sunday night with the certain doom of waking up to go to work. And you may say "lot's of people go to work on Monday," but it's hard for me, so BACK OFF. That's all to say that I have to go back to teaching after a wonderful summer. I knew it had to end eventually.

Big Gulps Huh? Well, See you later.