quieres bailar?

this is me venting. a lot. ENJOY :)

today i was presented with perhaps the most difficult task one could possibly face: teaching fourth graders to dance. and you know what? i could've been speaking spanish and i honestly think i would've had the same amount of luck... none.

as a part of my pete 212 class (basically a class on how to teach p.e.) every student is expected to teach one lesson on dance. the lesson must start with the chicken dance and then go on to teach two additional dances. i chose: pop goes the weasel and the pata pata.*

when i announced to the class that we would be dancing today (dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb) the boys all informed me that they hate dancing. great start, am i right? i countered with, "well, even if you hate dancing i want to see your best effort unless you wanna end up in timeout!" (see preceding parentheses) so then we did the chicken dance. for 3 minutes and 58 seconds. because that's how long the song was. and i wanted to cry. and my class had already begun to fall apart.

for the next dance they all had to stand in a circle and hold hands. and you know what? no one would hold the special needs student's hand. because those kids are the devil. i actually had to sit down and explain to fourth graders that we need to be nice and include others. we then continued the lesson and i realized that my little lecture did pretty much nothing. those kids didn't need a lecture, they needed a grand ole smack in the bum if you ask me.

anyway... pop goes the weasel was a disaster and i ran out of time before i could even try to teach them the stupid pata pata dance (maybe i should count my blessings?) so i just had them line up and told them i'm gonna freakin punch them in their stupid baby noses next week if they aren't a skillion times better that i know they can do better next week and i hope they'll show me that they can and gave them high fives.

then i went home, watched t.v., took a nap, visited hubby at school, and ate a yummy chicken caesar pita. and maybe i took a little drive with my homegirl, t.swift... and you know what? i feel good.

love,
mrs. dtf

*it was just after i decided to include a dance called the pata pata in my lesson that i knew i was screwed

i gave thanks

well folks, it's over... mr. and mrs. dtf's first thanksgiving as an old married couple. we spent it in mesa, arizona with my dad's brother and his family. it was about a ten hour drive there and mr. dtf and i spent it checking out all of the lovely sites the world had to offer us:

classy right?

tell me of a statue better than this one.

it's like they knew i was coming...

we got to mesa at like 3:30 a.m. and spent the night on an aero-bed in the play room. loved that. fortunately, the next day we got bumped up to a real bedroom with a deluxe FULL bed. a perk of being married which two of my three older brothers didn't exactly appreciate. (thanks for the trade guys!) that day we went to my other uncle's house to ride horses and eat pulled pork sandwiches. horses were cool, but i enjoyed these lovely ladies even more:

becca

and monnie.

our family is SO lucky. we get to have these cute little twinsies in our lives until they get adopted and that is definitely something i am thankful for. 

our horsey ride took us to these hieroglyphics.

DON'T TOUCH THEM.

because if you do, a random guy will yell at you and inform you that touching them will wear them away... even though they've been there for hundreds of years...

what a beautiful desert, am i right?

it's even better as the night starts to come around.

being in arizona also meant getting to be with my sweet baby nephews clarkie and henry. i watched henry's birth and and i'm still deciding if it was more traumatizing or beautiful... either way, i get to share that moment with him forever!

after thanksgiving dinner we went to my nana's house to help her move out all of her belongings so she could get her house re-carpeted. my baby sister, kami found this lovely scarf and somehow coerced my nana into tying it around her neck, sitting on a stool, and posing like this for a picture:

super nana.

then we decided to partake in what has became our favorite holiday tradition... trying on all of nana's oddly colored highly-fashionable leather jackets for a quick photo:

the next day we got ril hick-white-trash-like and busted out the horses, four-wheelers, and rockets. i even went all nature woman and used a cactus as a loo after my fourth can of diet coke. needless to say, it was a life-changing day. even the babies joined in on the fun:

monnie and mama.

becca and dad.

later that night we had some family bonding over dip cones:

you can feel that brotherly love, can't you?

then something magical happened... my little sisters all partook in their first outfit post experience. and let me tell you, they is hawttt.

kami (wearing: black tank- bp, t-shirt- nordstrom, jacket- free people, jeans- nordstrom, shoes- toms)

brooke (wearing: thermal- target, jean jacket- abercrombie, scarf- bp, pants- free people, socks- mommy's, combat boots- target)

modeling didn't come quite as naturally for kiley...

but she got it in the end. you go girl!

kiley (wearing: shirt- free people, cardigan- f21, jeans- hudsons, necklace- claire's *HOLLA!*, boots- marshall's)

on the way home i took a nap and mr. dtf got hit on by a car full of thirteen year olds. can't say i blame em.

oh ya, and the sky looked like this.

AWESOME.

and then i became a homebody for a few days in order to recuperate. i always need a vacation from my vacation. anybody out there feelin me? i'm cool. tell me i'm cool.

love,

mrs. dtf

i'm baaaack!

did you miss me?
so you guys, i've been blog stalking all day and it is like thanksgiving overload. so i plan to spare you all and post about my thanksgiving trip later. instead i'm just gonna tell you about my regular ole' monday. my first day post-thanksgiving break was meant to start at 9 a.m. with a two hour class. well... my alarm went off, i got out of bed, went potty (please note that i legitimately contemplated how to phrase that and that's the best i could come up with), AND... i emailed my teacher to let him know that i am lazy as crap and unwilling to shower, get ready, and leave the house sick. and then i went back to bed until after noon. and now my day is being spent with one tree hill and some of this:

one potato

 half of a red onion

two eggs and a little water

red pepper flakes to taste

add the eggs when it's all golden brown

 tortillas and ketchup finish the job

 makes two stuffed breakfast burritos

nom nom nom.

i hope you're all having at least half as good of a day as i'm having. half as good would be a lovely day indeed.

love,

mrs. dtf

ta ta for now

okay you guys, tomorrow is gonna be madness. i have to code a video for my p.e. teaching class (takes a couple hours), take my midterm for that class, study an entire unit for an online class that i've been neglecting, write a reflection on that unit, and take a quiz on that unit. i think my teachers hate me. or maybe they hate thanksgiving? blasphemy.

after all that school rubbish me and mr. dtf are going to my cousin's house to babysit for the weekend. my sweet aunt n and her hubby are getting a much deserved weekend away together and me and mr. get to play house with my cousins for a few days. did i mention my aunt is leaving us with food and entertainment money? suhweet!

AFTER THAT... i'm doing some last minute stuff then packing for thanksgiving travels. the dtf couple is spending their first married thanksgiving with my side of the fambam in arizona. it's like 80 degrees there right now. needless to say, i cannot wait. CAN. NOT. WAIT.

love,
mrs. dtf

p.s. in case i don't get back on here for a long long while... HAPPY THANKSGIVING! GET FAT!

sibling shopping

no, i didn't go shopping for a sibling. i have enough of those already. i did however go shopping with mr. dtf and my brother b and sister k. it was lots-o-fun. me and mr. dtf didn't buy anything, but i DID find these lovely babies:

me likey.

they're a little pricey, but mr. dtf wants an xbox* so i'll probably strike a deal and get them anyway. nothing like a healthy dose of husband coercion! oh and bring on the ramen!

love,

mrs. dtf

*mr. dtf sold his xbox to pay for my engagement ring. what a gem, am i right? i was hoping the whole no-xbox thing would stick, but hey, at least i might be able to get some cute new glasses out of it!

those three little words

cinnamon roll crepe.

not what you were expecting?

well that's probably because i'm a hopeless romantic for fatty foods and most people are a hopeless romantic for other human beings. so sue me. p.s. i love you mr. dtf... i just also love crepes. love me anyway?

and for all of you lovelies in utah, take my advice and go to the awful waffle right now and order a crepe with butter, cinnamon sugar, and cream cheese frosting. and uh, feel free to thank me later.

love,
mrs. dtf

outfit post... say whaaa?

hey, gentri lee, remember that one time you asked 

when i was gonna start doing outfit posts?

well, looky looky i've got a cookie... erg, outfit post.

(wearing: top- anthro, t-shirt- uo, jeans- express, socks and boots- target, necklaces- nordstrom, locket- wedding gift)

feel free to tease me about my poses. mr. dtf sure did. leading to some less than appropriate retaliation. we are bad people. on that note, i gotta go. i have lots-o-hw. have a good week :)

love,

mrs. dtf

fancy pants

what could possibly be fancier than a day spent in leggings lounging on the couch and doing some way overdue laundry? that exact same day plus grabbing some p.f. changs take-out and meeting up with mr. dtf at work for lunch, duh.

you guys, look how sassy i am today.

also on today's agenda: wedding reception! 

congrats mr. and mrs. englund! :)

love,

mrs. dtf

p.s. i got the sweetest email from this girl the other day. can i just say i LOVE emails from my followers?? and i love getting a chance to check out YOUR blogs so feel free to email me whenever at mrsdtf@gmail.com. now go check out tori's lovely blog and be her friend. right meow.

welcome

i've noticed i have some new followers.

hey there. 

stick around.

i think i'm pretty funny... and i've promised more than one person that i'll post my wedding pictures before christmas. and so what if got married in august and should've already posted them? i'll get to it. and i'm glad you'll be around to hold me to my word.

in other news, this is what i wore today:

(bow- h&m, thermal- f21, top- downeast basics, jacket- f21)

i highly recommend getting yourself a cheap leather jacket. 

it made me feel like a hells angel on my bicycle.

love,

mrs. dtf

hell 410

oops my b, that's supposed to say tell 410. do you think less of me for letting slip my little term of endearment for my most FAVORITE class?

tell is "teaching english language learners". as a part of the elementary education program all students are now required to take a series of classes about how to coddle students with different ethnicities or language backgrounds, also know as the tell classes. though i happen to love my tell 400 class (multicultural education- we have a breakfast club and my teacher is a fellow bike enthusiast), tell 410 (understanding language acquistion) has been the bane of my existence.

it is only once a week, but don't let that fool you. it is the three longest hours of my week every week and i swear every assignment was created to drive me bonkers slash make me wanna die. the activities are pointless busy work, the class discussions are circular and never-ending, and there just so happens to be probably the most annoying girl ever in that class who sits just a few seats away from me.

BUT... IT ENDS TONIGHT. and in less dramatic terms tonight is my last class for the semester! we were supposed to have a break from class two different weeks during the semester, but instead my teacher skipped the breaks and just decided to end the class a few weeks early. am i mad? no. do i think this is possibly quite certainly the only part of the class i've enjoyed? yes.

so hooray for me, my final project is complete and in a matter of hours this class will just be another less than favorable one that i complain about to no end (apologies in advance to mr. dtf) put in the past.

love,
mrs. dtf

i sure hope the rest of your day is better than this!

i wish these words on no one. especially uttered from an old run down woman (though i really shouldn't call her that because it is rude and she was helpful... i'm bitter okay?) i suppose now is the moment i need to explain what happened. here goes...

you know when you see a girl with a bike on her basket and you think, "wow that is cute. i need a basket. i could put all my little trinkets in there and ride along like nobody's business." well, at least i've thought all of those things. that is why i was so excited to get my new bike (seen here) complete with a shiny new basket. my trinkets had a new home. 

enter this afternoon. my trinkets were in said basket and i was in fact riding along like nobody's business on my way to class. i was getting close to class when i had to go onto a sidewalk. there is a dip there for handicap access but i slowed a tad just in case. apparently that was NOT enough. that sidewalk lip was more like a mountain. an unforgiving mountain that sent all of my trinkets (my big school purse full of loose papers) in a scattered pile across the cement. i should probably mention that there were over 300 papers in my purse (don't ask... wow i am a creep). so i set my bike down (SERIOUSLY need a kick stand) and started to pick up papers when the old lady came to my rescue along with two younger sidekicks. we gathered up the papers, the sidekicks went on their merry little way, and the old woman said those lovely words to me as i put my jumbled up papers away. 

so yeah it's one of those days.

BUT, as i parked my bike and walked the rest
of the way to class this song came on.

how appropriate.

so i will now take a moment to say that i am grateful to have one of my projects for the week completed. i am grateful to have gotten the chance to bring mr. dtf lunch before "the incident" and see his sweet smile and get my daily kisses in. i am grateful to have heard one of my classmates say that the project we have due tomorrow isn't that hard. and i am grateful to know that thanksgiving (family+food) is coming and that if i "float on" a little while longer i will get my much needed break.

and so i leave you all today with this little nugget...

i sure hope the rest of your day is better than this!

love,

mrs. dtf 

hello mr. monday

here's what this week holds for me:

elementary art lesson plan due tuesday

seven page paper for language acquisition due wednesday

another p.e. class to plan/teach*

start/actually work on 12-15 page child development paper due next week

laundry, dishes, and cooking as per usual

though i am not exactly thrilled at the idea of 

another long week being ahead of me...

here's how i stay perky on a monday:

gossip girl (i'm on season three!)

hot dogs with jdawgs sauce

long midday naps

cozy scarves

cancelled classes (hallelujah)

lots of diet coke

fuzzy blankets

sending mr. dtf texts lyk diss:

"hey boo i miss yew. ly2much."

(i'm not annoying at all)

love,

mrs. dtf

* hopefully this will be less traumatic than the first time...

be proud of me!

today i got a text from my little sis k.

she's pretty...

she's skinny...

AND

she invited my butt to the gym.

here's the amazing thing: I WENT! i even stayed an extra half hour after she left! you guys, that means i spent a grand total of two hours working out. and i won't even bother to tell you how much i hate the gym and how much of an accomplishment this was for me because then you might think i'm  pathetic too cool. 

hubby was so proud of me.

so we decided to celebrate.

can you say spaghetti factory?

and uh...

a little bit of this...

okay, so maybe there is room for improvement...

hey sis, see you next friday?

love,

mrs. dtf

blogfest

so i coerced the lovely t.j. from mr. taylor and his lady to do an ad swap this month... awesome. today she is doing a little feature on her sponsors here so go check it/me out and feel free to stalk her blog while you're there. i do it on the daily. like fergie.

love,
mrs. dtf

p.s. thank you t.j.! :)

i'm tired

cold weather--> semester coming to an end

semester coming to an end--> the results of my procrastination catching up with me

the results of my procrastination catching up with me--> me so tired

me so tired--> lame day for the good ole blog.


on the plus side me and mr. dtf had bean and bacon soup and grilled cheese for dinner. nom. nom. nom.

love,
mrs. dtf

so i'm a teacher now.

i taught my first class ever today. granted it was an elementary p.e. class and not REAL class, but it went well so i am allowing myself to be proud :) especially considering the night that preceded my teaching. it went a little something like this:

1) spend the whole day working on an art project due that night.
2) go to art class from 6-9 (NEVER again. next semester i get done by 2 every day)
3) get home and realize that it is in fact tuesday night.
4) realize that this means i am teaching tomorrow.
5) enter panic mode.
6) realize i don't even have the construction paper i need to make my rules/consequences/time-out signs (which are also supposed to be laminated)
7) realize i haven't eaten dinner. also, haven't fed my husband.
8) enter panda express and a trip to the grocery store to buy construction paper.
9) eat. quickly.
10) start making signs.
11) realize i'm supposed to have a whistle. at this point it is 1:30 a.m. and the only thing keeping me going is that mr. dtf is also up dong homework.
12) drive all the way to walmart to buy a whistle.
13) finish making signs.
14) plan my entire p.e. lesson.
15) get in bed (thinking that 3 hours of sleep won't be so bad)
16) cry my little eyes out (stress+anxious+nervous+procrastinating+3 a.m.= i am no longer in control of my body)
17) be consoled by my very supportive, encouraging, and loving husband. hey babe, consider this a shout-out. I LOVE YOU.
18) crash for about 2 1/2 hours before waking up, showering, getting my signs laminated, and getting my butt over to that school to teach! eep!

my signs.

compliment me on them!

moral of the story is i am a complete and utter fool, but ultimately succeeded in the end. i think this is a reoccurring pattern in my life. one day i'll learn! right? maybe? anyone?

and since i watched this video and made myself cry yet again, i'm deciding to inflict a little cry sesh on you. i will, however, promise you this one's worth it.

love,
mrs. dtf