Protocol For finding cash on the ground....What is it?

So Ricky and I went to the movies on Friday night (Bad choice since all the weirdies and 3,000 of their brothers decided to go to the same place as us). Anyway while we were walking around the theatre for an hour waiting for our movie to start since the time we wanted was sold out..Ricky turns to me and asks me, "If you found money on the ground what would you do?" Now I saw, "How much?" Then quickly rethink and just say, "I would turn it in." Now mind you I love money and I could always use more of it so it isn't easy for me to say turn it in but I feel that it is the right thing to do. If I had lost it I would hope someone was honest enough to turn it in so that if I had realized it I could try to claim it. But anyway since Ricky asked me you know he felt so inclined to take my advice..RIGHT???...WRONG!!! And he tells me that his logic is that if it is cash and he takes it to the counter than no one will claim it and a worker behind the counter will just poicket it and the owner will not get it back anyway..or someone behind him in line will hear him turning it in and then they will claim it right after Ricky walks away. I still say that no matter what the other people do it is still our duty to do the "right" thing. So what is the "so-called" protocol in this circumstance..if it is cash keep it because no one can prove whose it is?...If it is a wallet turn it in (without rummaging through it) because you are sure whose it is an that would be stealing? What do you think?

Library Books...

I have always loved to read ever since I was little and my Papa used to help me read dinosaur books with huge words in them. Our fav was Diplidocus..I don't know why but it stuck with us all these years even now that he is gone. But anyway, I just finished a book I got from the library, Anagrams by Lorrie Moore. I was turned on to it by Jess. (Thanks!! ) It was good..different...but good. I have been thinking about writing books forever now and I never got started on it because I always thought my book would be too "wishy-washy" like it wouldn't have a sensible direction. After reading this I realize that I could write a book the way I want and it still could be great. I mean the author really just went off on certain tangents and it totally added to the story even though the tangent didn't always have to do with the topic at hand.
Well the reason I was even writing this blog was to say how much I love getting books from the library vs. buying them. I mean when I buy it I rarely read them because I am so picky about what to buy, having to commit forever to my choice, and it isn't always a decent book. But with a library book I am only opening myself up to a trial period. I do not have to commit and I can take home more than one option to flip through and choose the one that fits my fancy at the moment. I can tell by how warn the book is, if many have enjoyed it before me and you used to be able to see who checked it out and on what date but we are too high tech for check out cards in books anymore.
Like the Oh so sexy/smart Carrie Bradshaw (somewhat) says in the SATC movie...They have a certain smell. (Please correct me on this quote if you know what she says)

Being the "tard" that I am...

I came home after a HOT day driving around Bakersfield, without an a/c, looking for some sort of chair type barstool type thing for my classroom. I was sweaty and ready to swim. I came in changed into my bathing suit, walked out of the bathroom and while putting my hair up slammed my elbow into the door jam. I thought it was just my "funny bone" cuz it hurt so bad then I laughed because Ricky laughed at me. But I got in the pool and realized my elbow was bleeding. It was just a minor cut, no big thing, butmy elbow is freakin swollen and it is painful to move. I can't believe, being the tard that I am, I managed to turn hitting my funny bone into a painful, but minor, injury. And I didn't find a chair I wanted that wasn't an arm and a leg...I wonder if they will take a damaged, swollen funny bone arm as payment??

VBS for me!!

I have been helping at VBS (Vacation Bible School) at church this week. It is over tomorrow and I am kinda sad. I know all good things must come to an end and VBS is actually for the kids but I LOVE it.
I love singing songs and having fun and I feel like a little kid when I am there even if I am helping teach. I am helping with the 2nd grade kids and I love them so much. (I secretly will miss the little ones SOOO much when doing 7th teaching. But I know God has a perfect plan for me.) Anyway...we sing songs and do sign language and motions to the music and I could never get sick of it. This year VBS is Hawaiian themed and today was crazy hair night. I could go on forever but I wanted to let the world know that I am so blessed to even be able to help serve in our church. I also just started teaching 1st-3rd grade Sunday School for the summer and am excited to get closer to the kids and teach them along with learning from them...they are so smart and they know so much about Christ and their faith.
Love you all and Thank You God for all the people you can touch through me and the faith that you give me to serve and enjoy it with a happy heart. I am so blessed and I pray that others are blessed by you through me.

Today I am...

1) Thinking about renting our own place.
2) wanting to have my headset and my speakers hooked up at the same time
3) picturing my desk and computer life using 2 monitors.
4) eager to see my classroom
5) waiting to find out when I can get my curriculum and find out what I am supposed to do.
6) SUPER EXCITED to see my Naisy Dew on Friday night and chat it up
7) sad that my mom is going to Nigeria and will be gone until July...then home and gone 3 weeks off and on for 18 months.
8) singing VBS songs in my head and ultra excited to go tonight and help out and sing and dance.
9) contemplating buying Mary Kay products next week.
10) imagining how I am going to do my hair tonight for Crazy Hair night at VBS
11) wishing it was cooler in my room right now
12) thinking about going swimming then doing my crazy hair
13) going to the Dollar Store to see if they have anything I want for my classroom
14) not so sure how I am going to do with the 7th graders but excited at the same time.
15) needing new bras badly...on the real.

A "real" teaching job for Amy

Well many of you know I have searched long and hard for my place in the teaching profession. I went to school straight out of college in '99 and finished with my Masters in early '05. My husband and I moved to Bakersfield to be where more job opportunities were.
I am proud to say that our obedience to God as individuals and as a couple has really been a blessing to not only us but our families and our marriage and especially our futures.
I have finally been offered a teaching job for next school year and I am ecstatic. I am excited but I also think I am overwhelmed. Now that I have the job and I ready? Am I capable? Do I even know what I am doing?
I know God will guide me along with my education and colleagues. I have some pretty awesome teacher friends that give me so much wisdom also.
Anyway I am going to be teaching 7th grade Language Arts. I am a tinsy bit scared since I have not prepared for Jr High. But like I keep telling myself I didn't plan for this but God did and he will continue to help prepare me for my kids. And they are officially my kids...not for a day or a couple of days forever...I will have been their 7th grade Language Arts Teacher. (OMG it just sunk in...I can't believe this....YAYAYAYAYAYA!!!!!!)

I wonder why...

I wonder why I always hold it when I have to go potty and I hold it until it is an emergency...especially when I am on the computer and then I rush and am uncomfortable. It is really weird. I am doing it right now and that is why I decided to write a blog at that moment in a rush to finish before the emergency was at my "door". Most of my friends know that I do this and they can not understand it but they laugh at me.
I also have a sudden urge to go when I am doing one or more of certain things such as 1. looking at greeting cards in the store, 2. browsing at the bookstore, 3. when I get phone calls from my friends, and 4. when I get on the computer. It is very strange and I have tried to come up with real reasons why but I have to admit I am just B.S.ing the reasons and can't really figure it out. I usually curb this feeling in a number of ways like pacing back and forth, shaking my legs, "clenching" (LOL) and so on. I am not really sure why the ONE way that avoid handling this issue is the only way that will solve the issue which would be going to the restroom and stopping this whole process all together. But I guess all of my friends would be lacking one thing to laugh at...and needless to say the emergency has caused more than a few "accidents" as many of you already know.

Chuck-E-Cheese's

So I wake up this morning like any normal morning, well for summer anyway since it was 8:30 and I have no work, and I login to my computer. While checking myspace, like there is something exciting to find, I see a banner. This banner causes me to see a vision of myself watching Chuck E. Cheese dancing and singing songs. I then realize that I had some strange dream about me and a party (not a kid's party) and hearing that song they always sing at Chuck E. Cheese's. I can not remember the rest of the dream but I do recall being in a room that did not resemble Chuck E's (I am tired of writing the whole name it is much more quick and fun to say than type...aaawwww). I was in this room and I hear the "oh so familiar" song that they always play, the name escapes me at the moment. I know they sing "We are Family" and something else...anyway I remember that in this dream I thought to myself, "This is a cool song!" and then also thought to myself, "Isn't this the song they sing at Chuck E's?" and at that same moment I turned around to see Chuck E. himself coming into the room and dancing to this song. But this Chuck E. was not like the original. This Chuck E. was ghetto and I mean that in the way of saying he was raggedy. (No offense to all the ghetto raggedy peeps I know or don't know..) Anyway he was dancing and singing (well the music was on anyway and his mouth wasn't moving but his voice is on the speakers..you know that creepy stuff) and I remember thinking this guy is dlooks like he just came off of a week on a crack binge and underneath that suit he is ready to pass out from withdrawals and the cold sweats. Anyway I think I woke up right then but I wish I remembered the rest of the dream before that but maybe it wasn't as awesome a story so it wasn't worth remembering.