99 Balloons

This video gets me every time. With out fail, every time I watch it, I cry. Sometimes, even bawl. Once I tried to not cry and it just made my throat hurt which made my eyes water. This has got to be thee most strongest  and faithful couple ever. What a hard trial that would  be to have to go through. Somehow though, I'm pretty sure God knew they could handle it. After all, everything happens for a reason right?
Check it out and see what I mean.

Deeear snow. I hate you with a passion. Love me

Yesterday morning I woke up to find snow on the ground. I was ticked. I had heard on the news that it was going to snow and thought, "Yeah right, the news lies all the time about the weather." Well, the news decided to tell the truth this time and it snowed.
I hate everything about the snow... How you could be perfectly fine and not have to pee at all and then when you step outside into the cold air bam it hits you like a ton of bricks and then you have to pee way bad. How the snow covers the roads. Just thinking about it honestly gives me anxiety. I HATE HATE HATE driving in the snow. They should make heated roads yeah? Genius, I know. How you can put on layers and layers of clothing on and still be pitch freezing. How anywhere you walk outside your feet get wet and are cold for the rest of the day.
I decided that it should only snow twice a year.... Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Good plan? I think so. Also, did you know that in the winter time the percentage of people who are depressed goes up significantly than in any other season. Probably cause everything is dead and dreary because of the snow.
Only six months till Spring. But who's counting?

Baby Hungry

My cousin Allie. I'm obssesed with her. She's so stinkin cute!



Is it weird that I want one of these? I'm not really ready to be married, but I want a baby. No, I'm not going to go out and get preggers before I get married, promise. You would think though, that working at a day care would be great birth control, but it's the complete opposite. Everytime we get a new baby at work, especially a new born, I want to take one home with me. Sure they poop. They spit up. They cry. They wake you up in the middle of the night. But for some reason, I think it would all be worth it.

Guilty Pleasure.

Bravo Channel is Genius. They brought us Project Runway. They brought us The Rachel Zoe Project. They brought us Shear Genius. They Brought us Launch My Line. All my favorite shows by the way. But most importantly, they brought us The Real Housewives. And that is exactly where my guilty pleasure comes in. For some reason when The Real housewives is on, I clear my whole schedule to watch this show. For those of you that have never heard of this show, boy you are missing out. So, because I am so nice, here's the lowdown of all The Real Housewives for ya....

The Real Housewives of Orange County: The first and original housewives to air. This group of girls is one of my favorites to watch. The second one from the left in the light pink dress was engaged to a 54 year old man with cancer.Yup, 54 years old and she's 36. I believe that makes a 18 year age difference. Can you say gold digger? She would beg to differ though. Of course.

The Real Housewives of DC: Not my favorite. I actually only watched two episodes of them. They were far too reserved and proper for me. One word pretty much sums them up. Boring. About the only thing that I found interesting was Michaele. She's the farthest one on the right in white. Somehow her and her husband managed to sneak into The White House State Dinner Party....uninvited. Great security you got there Obama. 



The Real Housewives of New York: This one is just okay. It actually didn't start liking it until the second season. Mostly I just love this one because of their New York accents and attitude. The second one in on the right in the black dress (haha I'm funny) is Alex. Her husband wears tight, tight red pants with a nicely pressed shirt, a bow tie and a velvet red jacket. He wears stuff like that all the time and claims that he's not gay. Puhlease. And I don't have brown hair.

The Real Housewives of New Jersey: One of my most favorites. Like the housewives of New York, I love their accents. Any one want some cawfee? Theresa has to to be my favorite. She's the second one in from the right. She kills me. My favorite quote from her is... "I don't mean for this to be rude, but she's being a bitch." Hahaha how is that not rude?! Once she even flipped a table full of nice dishes, a five course meal and drinks full of wine on it in a four star restaurant. Who does that? Guess she does. Ah man I love it.

The Real Housewives of Atlanta: Not exactly one of my favorites, but I like it. These ladies certainly fit the stereotype of black women and their attitudes. Kim is freakin hilarious. She's a white women trapped in a black women's body. She also has an iTunes hit called, "Tardy for the Party." Go check it out. This if proof that anyone can sing with a little technology. Not gonna lie though, her song is actually quite catchy.



The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills: The last, but definitely not the least. I've only seen one episode and already they're my favorites. Two of them are Hilton's. One of them is a Maloof. If you don't know who the Maloof family is, they own the Palms Casino in Vegas. One of them is married to the actor Kelsey Grammer. Or I should say used to be. One of them has had more plastic surgeries than you can count on two hands. Mostly because she's afraid that her husband is going to leave her for someone younger. And one of them has a permanent live in gay house guest. Genius? I think yes.



They should maybe do a Real Housewives of South Jordan. I'm positive my friends would all be in it... Plus Mike. So there ya go. All you need to know about The Real Housewives. And I didn't even come close to covering all of it. So go and watch them for yourself and see what my guilty pleasure is all about.

Sniffles and Naughty Kids.

I woke up this morning with the world's worst sore throat ever. It felt like someone during the night had shoved their hand down my throat and scratched it with their long fingernails. So this morning for breakfast I thought that a huge pink and orange popsicle would do the trick and help make my throat feel better. It felt divine on my throat. Yesterday I had the sniffles. My nose tingled the whole day and it felt like I had do sneeze all day. Did I sneeze once? Nope. I was ticked. I can owe all this to the kids at work. Working at a day care is like an incubator for germs and bacteria. So thank you kids at work! You sure are cute, but are really germy.

The cute three and four year old's at  work. They melt my heart.

Speaking of the kids at work... Last week they made me the teacher of the school agers. "They lack discipline and don't listen to anyone." So I guess that's where I come in. To teach them discipline and to listen to people and not to talk back to a teacher and to listen the first time and to treat things with respect and to keep their hands to themselves and to not call other people names. I think you get the point. This is going to be a challenge. I'm not quite sure how I feel about this yet, but I'll let ya know.



Just Something About Them...

I counted today and I've been working with kids for five years. Five long, but very rewarding years. You would think I would be tired of it by now, but I'm not. Maybe it's something about how you could be having the worst day ever and then a kid comes up to and says, "I love you teacher". Maybe it's because of how innocent and free spirited they are. Or Maybe it's because you could send them to time out and then after they get off they give you the biggest hug ever like nothing ever happened. Whatever it is, I truly am blessed to be able to work with kids for as long as I have and I love every minute of it. So in ode to my students past and present here are just a few funny things that they've said over the years....

‎"Guess what Miss. McCall, I used my mom's bra for Alien eyes." -Fayth, four years old.

Fayth: Miss. McCall Alex just said a bad word.
Miss. McCall: Oh really what word did he say?
Fayth: He said fu**. He really did say fu**.
Miss. McCall: Mmkay let's not repeat that word Fayth. Alex let's not use that word.
Alex: What? All I said was fu**.

‎"Raise your hand if your grandma has spider vains!" -Kayla, four years old

"Abby pull up your pants!"
"I know, it's cause my plumber's crack is showing."
-Abby Williams, 3 years old

Brady: Miss.McCall are you Mormon?
Miss.McCall: Yeah, I am why?
Brady: Cause you don't look like it.
Miss. McCall: Oh. What do Mormons look like then?
Brady: I dunno, not like you though.

Syerra: Miss. McCall you wanna know what, I have a secret for you.
(Syerra leans in and whispers into my ear)
Syerra: I'm not wearing any underwear today.
Miss. McCall: Oh and why aren't you?
Syerra: Well because all my undies were dirty and my mom didn't do the wash.
Miss. McCall: Oh I see. Well isn't a little breezy?
Syerra: Nah.
-Syerra was wearing a dress too haha scandalous

Carter: How old are you?
Miss. McCall: I dunno, guess!?
Carter: Hmmm, 19?
Miss. McCall: Close! I'm 18.
Carter: Oh. So you're not married then?
Miss. McCall: Nope not yet. Do you think I will ever get married?
(Carter stared me down and looks and my shoes then says...)
Carter: Nope.

Regan: Miss. McCall why do you always wear black?

Jesus is my friend.
-Clayton Williams, 3 years old

An Appetite of a Five Year Old.

Confession: I have an appetite of a five year old. You know how five year olds are the world's pickiest eaters? They won't eat certain kinds of foods. They won't eat their food if it touches other foods. They have to have their food a certain way. Well, that is exactly the way I am when I eat.... maybe even worse. I don't do meats. Pork, ham, beef, sausage, steak, fish. All absolutely disgusting. The texture. The smell. The taste. The thought that just before you ate that meat it was just chillin in a pool of blood wrapped in plastic. A few weeks ago my fam had beef stroganoff for dinner. I thought I'd be a big girl and try a no thank you bite. Whelp, that plan failed and I ended up spitting out my no thank you bite into the sink.

Now, I shouldn't say that I don't like all meats, cause there are exactly two meats that I will eat. Chicken and Turkey... with exceptions though of course :) I don't do tomatoes. I don't do onions. I don't do breakfast foods. I don't do milk-only if it's in cereal. I definitely don't do food that looks funny. For example, McDonald's chicken nuggets. Have you ever taken a good look at that chicken nugget that you just bit into? Well it's putrid. Did you know that McDonald's as well as other fast food restaurants use processed meats. This means that they buy the lowest grades of beef, add fat and other fillers into it and then they put it into a meat grinder. Mmm mmm tasty. Which also means that I don't do a lot of fast food places. I don't usually do foods that have been microwaved...yes, that means that I have never had a Ham and Cheese Hot Pocket in all my twenty years of living.

By now you're probably thinking, what do you eat McCall? My answer: Practically nothing. And that is why I have an appetite of a five year old.

Me? A Blogger?

Yup. It's true. I started a blog. Why you may ask? I'm asking myself the same question. I don't exactly follow the blogger criteria of being happily married with little kids running around. So I've decided that there are exactly three reasons why I've started a blog to convince myself that it's okay I have a blog...

Reason number one:
Once upon a time I had a thing called a best friend. I'm talking about the kind of best friend that would do anything for you. The kind of best friend that you could talk to anything and everything about. The kind of best friend that you talk to 24/7. What happened you may ask? Growing up happened. We all had to graduate from high school and live totally different lives. Don't get me wrong, I do have amazing friends! Love them to death actually. But not a friend that I can talk to anything and everything about. Not the kind of friend that I can talk to 24/7. Basically, what I'm trying to say is that I need someone or something to talk to. To talk to random things about. To vent to. To tell funny stories to. So, what better way to do so then to blog? Well at least for now. Cause I'm pretty sure that when my hubby comes along he'll be the one I'm always talking to.

Reason number two:
Let's face it. I'm HORRIBLE at writing in my journal. And I know that writing in your journal is something that's very important to do. I think why I'm so horrible at writing in my journal is because of how long it takes to write with an actual pen on an actual piece of paper. Typing is so much more faster and convenient. So blogging can count as a journal writing right? Hmm. Whelp, I sure hope so.

Reason number three:
I have a confession to make. Recently I have been obsessed with reading other peoples blogs. I think it's fun to read about their lives and what they're doing. It's interesting to see what good friends are up to. Actually, this is one of the only ways I can keep in contact with old friends. Besides Facebook. Of course. So, now because I have a blog I can read other people's blogs without stalking. Haha promise I'm not a creeper.