The Pit and the Peak of a Monday.

{the pit} It's Monday. Need I say more? The weekends go by far too fast.

{the peak} It's not snowing. Thank the heavens!

Daddy's Girl.

Apparently I came home way too late on Friday night.

You know how in the movies when the teenager sneaks out or isn't on time for curfew and the parents are sitting in a chair, with their robes on and the light off waiting for them to come home. 

And then when they come home they turn the lamp on and the lecturing begins.

Well this very thing happened to me.

My dad must be taking some tips from the movies.

I came home Friday night around 2:00 to find my dad,

sitting in the dark with his arms crossed waiting for me to come home.

It was scary.

And my dad was ticked.

Hector: Do you realize what time it is McCall?"

Me: Uhh late?

Hector: Do you think it's fair for me to be sitting up waiting for you this late?

Me: Um no.

Hector: Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Me: Yes, dad.

Hector: Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Me: Uh huh.

Hector: Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. .

Me: Sure.

{I've found over the years that if I agree with everything the parents say, the conversation gets over sooner and I don't end up with a punishment}

I know my dad means well.

But I'm not 13 anymore.

I think I'm the only 20, almost 21 year old who still has a curfew.

I'll probably still have a curfew when I'm married.

With kids.

Love ya padre, but you're little girl is all grown up!

A Little Piece of Heaven.

Cake Bites from The Sweet Tooth Fairy.

I'm almost positive that these things are heaven sent.

They are to die for.

And I think I've had them almost every weekend since I discovered them.

Coconut, peanut butter and lemon are my favorite.

Just talking about them makes me crave them.

But Teacher, I love you.

Today was just one of those days at work.

The kids were on edge.

I heard  teeeaacher she hit me, teeeaaacherrr she touched me, teeeaaacher he punched me, teeeaaacherrr she's not sharing, teeeaacherr he used a potty word, teeeaacherr she looked at me, every....five...seconds.

There are days when I come home from work and just lay there, sprawled out on my bed.

And listen to the silence.

This is one of those days.

Their new favorite thing to do is to compliment me the whole day.

They seem to think they won't get into trouble when they do this.

"Oooh Miss. McCall you are so pretty!"

"Teacher you are the prettiest of them all!"

"You're cute teacher."

"I like you're hair Miss. McCall"

Katie: I like everything about you excepts for yours necks and and hands.

Me: Thanks? I think...

Another one of their favorite things to do when they are about to get into trouble is to tell me they love me.

Me: Jayde, you need to go to timeout.

Jayde: But teacher I love you!

Me: Kaden if you do not stop hitting your friends, you are going to go to.....

Kaden: Teacher, I just love you!

They are right, it does make it a lot harder to discipline them when they say things like that.

Smarty pants.

Quote of the Week.

Every challenge you face, every hard thing you confront, every bad thing that happens to you, every unfairness, every conflict, every sadness and tragedy, every disappointment and heartache, every temptation and every opposition happens for only one purpose; to give you an opportunity to respond by applying in your life the teachings of Christ. As you do so, you are challenged and you become more like Christ.

{Lawrence E. Corbridge}

The Pit and the Peak of a Wednesday.

{the pit} I got a not so good grade on my math test. Surprise, surprise. What else is new?

{the peak} I have another week to get an assignment done that I was scrambling to finish last night but didn't end up finishing. Lucky me.

Cheddar Cheese.

I have a new little friend, named cheddar cheese....
[yes, I named him. judge all you want]

He recently decided to move into my window well.
Nasty? I think yes.
I think I should be concerned with getting rabies or something.
Or cheddar cheese could possibly decide to move into my room.
I would not be okay with that.

Ps... Yes. I changed my blog again. I hope I don't give you all whip lash with how often I change it.
This is one kind of change that I am more than happy with and love to do.

The Pit and the Peak of a Monday.

{the pit} I had a dream last night that I started a new job at Papa Murphy's. The worst part was my mom dropped me off to my new job. If that was in real life, that would be the worst.

{the peak} It's President's Day. Which means no school! Which also means staying in one spot all day, not getting ready, taking five naps and watching re-runs of my favorite shows.

Blessed.

Do you ever feel like the trials you have are a piece of cake compared to others?

Today at church a lady shared a story of how when she was 24 her husband died from a hit and run car crash.

Leaving her with a six month old and a two year old to raise by herself.

Another lady shared of how her 30 year old son committed suicide just before Christmas. 

I can't even begin to imagine how hard that would be.

What strong people they both must be to have to go through those trials.

After hearing these two stories I felt so silly for complaining about the trials that I have.

I have it so easy.

I have a roof over my head.

Money in my bank account.
Clothes on my back.

A job that I love to hate.

I'm healthy, with no terminal illness.

I have two legs to walk with and eyes and ears to hear with.  

I don't have to deal with a death.

I live in a safe country.
I have a family that loves me and friends that care for me.

I am blessed.

Keeping Up with the Kardashians.

Oh to be a Kardashian!

Promise this is my favorite family.

They made 65 million dollars this year.

No biggie.

I've also been reading this book....

Judge me all you want.

But I love it.

Bible!
[you'd only get what that means if you've read their book]

I think I could very easily be a Kardashian.
I got the dark features going on.
I just gotta start using words like "doll" and "to die."

The Kardashians also do a thing called, The Peak and the Pit.
This is where each Dash takes a turn sharing the best and the worst of thier day.
I think the Peak and the Pit would make a great addition to my blog.
So be looking out for that!



Randomness.

There are very few things that I absolutely hate in life.

Math.

Snow.

Selfish people.

I have a new thing to add to my list....

The dentist.

Just thinking about it puts me in a bad mood.

I went to the dentist on Tuesday.

No cavities. This is good.

But he also informed me that I have to get a root canal.

I owe this to my dentist, who about a month ago filled a cavity which is now the reason why I have to get a root canal.

Thank you very much Mister dentist.

I hope you plan on paying for at least half of my root canal, if not all of it.

Okay I'm done venting.

Also, I've noticed lately that everyone is either...

a. engaged

b. married

or c. has a child.

I however, fall under none of these categories.

It makes me wonder if there is something wrong with me.

Then I have to stop and remind myself that I am only 20 years old.

Still a baby.

Our Utah culture is just not normal.

Everywhere else they get married at like 27.

And they think you're insane if you're married at 20.

Do you ever have those moments where you are incredibly grateful for someone?

Love, love love those.

I've been having a lot of those moments lately.

Dunno why, just have.

I've really come to appreciate the people who are in my life.

Not that I haven't before.

I just appreciate them extra a lot.

Quote of the Week.

Be careful who you open up to.

Only a few people actually care and the rest are just curious.

Valentine's Day.

When you think about it, Valentine's Day really is a lame holiday.
Who decided to put a chubby toddler into a diaper, slap wings on his back and put a weapon in his hands and call him Cupid.
Maybe it's just me, but I would not associate that with romance.
And then the fact that you express love for people by giving them cards, candy, flowers, the whole enchilada.
Shouldn't you be expressing love for them everyday?
Just saying.
Maybe I'm just grumpy cause I have no one to spend Valentine's Day with.
But none-the-less, in ode to V Day here are a few things I love.

{I Love}

The Temple.

Jamba Juice.

My family.

Three day weekends.

My new iPhone.

My friends.

Avocado egg rolls.

Disney movies.

My religion.

Reminiscing.
Babies.
Clothes.
Old notes.
When it doesn't snow.
Missionary letters.
Red creme soda.
Napping.

Disneyland.
My heritage.
Summertime.

Cousins.

I babysat these two little ones on Wednesday night.

I never get to see any of my cousins anymore so I'll jump at any opportunity I have to spend with them.

They melt my heart.

Sadie is on the left and she'll talk your ear off.

She also has the biggest attitude for such a small girl.

Abby is on the right and is such a smarty pants.

The girl knows everything!

Sadie: How old are you Call?

Me: I'm 20

Sadie: You're as old as me!!!!

Me: Haha something like that...

Sadie: These are my fuzzy socks. They keep me from getting coldy and colder.

On another note...

I got an iPhone on Friday!

Changed my life.

Seriously.

I honestly don't know how I've gone this long without an iPhone.

Goooodbye Blackberry.

I will not miss your delayed emails, sending me fb notifications at all the wrong times and you randomly turning off.

Special shout out to Michael Max for making this all happen.

You're great.

Snow Storm.

On Tuesday there was a really bad snow storm.
And when I say really bad I mean really bad.
No exaggerating here [this time]
I literally could not see fifteen feet in front of me.
Maybe even less than that.
Course I had to drive in it.
From Orem to So Jo.
I may or may not have had a melt down and started crying.
So I decided to give myself a little pep talk.
It went a little something like this....

You can do it McCall.
Suck it up and keep driving.
You're gonna die.
No, stop that. You're not going die.
You're gonna make it.
Why are they breaking? Why are they breaking? Oh my gosh they're breaking.
Settle down, you're going to be fine.
Why do I feel like I'm going to get into an accident?

Great pep talk eh?
Not so much.

I also said a little prayer in my head.
It helped a little.
I was still as nervous as heck though.
I did make it home though. Safe.
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate the snow?

Quote of the Week.

Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections.

Super Bowl Sunday.

I could care less about the Super Bowl and who wins.
All I care about is the delish food.
And being able to see my extended fam
 [since I never get to see them anymore]
The commercials are a plus too.
Half time is also a plus, just as long as someones boob doesn't plop out.
I still remember watching that as a child.
Basically I'm scarred for life.
My dad told me that I had to pick a team that I wanted to win and if i guessed right [keyword guess] then I would win a prize.
I chose the Steelers.
I like the colors they have in their uniforms better than the Packers.

Mostly I didn't watch the game because I was too busy obsessing over this little thing....

I've seen a lot of babies in my lifetime. But this one tops them all. She is so stinkin cute. Seriously.

And she will smile at anything.

Except for tonight... she cried at everything. She was sick though.

I would hate being around people too if I was sick.

My cousin also informed me that he had seen me too many times...

"I've seen you like twenty times! Maybe ninteen."

Oh. My bad??

Marriage, Goose-eggs and Prayers.

I found two of my kids like this the other day in the corner....

I was busy trying to get an art project done, so the only reason why I found them like this was because all the other kids were yelling, "Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss!"

"Ooooh Kiani and Conner are going to get maaaarrrried!"

"Kiani and Conner sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G"

I thought that this was pretty funny.

I told them that they should wait till

they were a little older to get married.

A lot older actually.

And they shouldn't rush into things.

Wise words from me.

This is how Conner fell asleep the other day.....



Sleep tight.

So cute!

He first started out laying on the floor like this pouting, because he got into trouble.

I know, I'm a mean teacher.

For a good reason though.

He threw that exact Lego that he is

using as pillow at Ken's head.

Ken ended up with a goose-egg the size of Texas.

Okay, so I exaggerated.

Maybe more like the size of a pepperoni.

Still pretty big though!

Ken was ticked.

At Snack yesterday Kayla decided that she needed to say a prayer on the food.

I told her that we can't really say prayers at day care.

"Nuh uh you can pray anywhere at anytime."

Shoot. She's right.

So I suggested that she should say the prayer in her head.

She didn't listen.

"Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for this food, thank you for the people. Amen!"

I liked it.

Short and sweet.

Quote of the Week.

Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind

[Dr. Seuss]