Embarrassing Teacher moments

Embarrassing teaching moments are sure to happen. But we have been talking about them lately. I have been taking classes at BYU, and it has been a treat let me tell you. I am the one that brings PEPSI and not caffine free diet either. The real stuff to class. But that is not the point. A freind of mine in the class was doing a presentation a couple of weeks ago and while she was up at the board looked down and went bright red and busted up laughing. She had on a long sweater that covered mid thigh. But she felt a little draft and realized she was in her black slip. We all laughed with her and that was her moment of the year. But I had one today. I am reading a book called tuesday with Morrie. the guy in the book ends up with Lou Gerigs desease. Over time he begins to loose control of all of his muscles and eventual all he can do is lay there and listen. He eventually dies, but the story is great. A good quick read, but today in the middle of the chapter he is talking about things and how they are going and what it is like to be a person who is knowing he is going to die and how he needs to still be positive. It hit pretty close to home with my dad, and I started to cry. Not just tearing up but a cry. I excused myself from class, and I expected the kids to be sitting there laughing and thinking I was a nut. THey were really good though. The best comment was " Mrs. Beck I think we shouldn't read this book anymore if it is going to make you cry." They all really like the book but it was a little on the embarrasing side because teachers are supposed to have it together. We then moved onto another activity, and never fear I tripped over the overhead. Yeah I went down on all fours, and I looked up and the kids waited to see my reaction, when I finally stood up I said " I am only going to give it a 8.5, because I didn't hit the landing." The all died laughing..

The weather outside is frightful, but the Beck's are so delightful (not).

Keller is now 1. I made him a cake that looked like a snake and he wanted nothing to do with it. But never fear his big bro porter came to help (no milk frosting) and nothing changed he just wanted his hands clean. This time of the year we have one birthday after another. Between the 18-April 4th we have a birthday on almost everyday but 2. So Jakes was on the 21st and he was at scout camp and I had sick kids so I didn't get out. We ordered pizza for dinner. Jake sat the pizza down and went to get plates and napkins out of the kitchen and I went to get Keller and came back and found porter enjoying the BBQ chicken wings. I don't know what gave it away that he had dug into them.
But the birthday hit was yet to come. Don't scroll down and ruin the surprise. but Drey and Nana came up to give Jake his gifts. Nana said that Drey asked if they could go to walmart and get Jake's present. he picked it out himself. Drey handed his to Jake and went behind the couch. He was giggling and when Jake opened it. IT WAS A......

Barbie. Since Drey was old enough to understand Jake has told him for Christmas ,Birthdays everything that he was going to get him a Barbie. One year Jake wrapped dreys gift from us in a pink box, and Drey threw it down and pitched a huge fit, and wouldn't open it. Porter finally had to open it. But this year Drey go the best of Jake. The good thing according to Jake is that he now all ready has Dreys B-day present. But drey got the best of Jake.

Weekend outing

So this weekend was the annual March Warm up tournament for the softball team. I packed my 6 bags litterally and headed to st george. 2 were for me 1 for porter and 3 for Keller. I tell you what vacations and babies don't mix. But we had fun in the long run. Jana read her Fabio romance novel and we all laughed at her. Jake played cards with Susan any chance she could get she would track him down to play cards. But he loves cards so it was all right with him. I won't play with him because I am so competitive and when I loose I throw them or yell at him. But the trip was warm and I love this time of year. Softball is such a fun competitive sport in the outdoors. But on the way home we stopped by Fillmore. Porter really wanted to go see grandpa John. So we did. I think this was the most emotional and upset I have been since the funeral. When we left Fillmore after we buried dad it was so peaceful. I felt the spirit I knew all was well and that things would be all right. But today it wasn't. My dad is gone and it hit me like a ton of bricks. There in the background were the Beautiful mountains up Fillmore canyon. Where we used to spend so much time camping with family. The grass over dads grave has started to settle and it is looking like it is part of the ground now. It made me a little upset and feeling bad for myself. But I guess it will be easier as time goes on. But I do daily wonder what my dad is up to. I think he is probably keeping busy I am sure there is a lot of work for him to do. But I wonder what he is up to. I keep thinking he is going to swing by and tell me things are all right. Tell me a little joke and let me know who he is teasing. But i do miss him. It is times like this I am so thankful for the Gospel, and my mother who is a rock. I know she has her ups and downs, but she knows that families are forever and she will be with Little Johnny Whicker again.
So know that you all know I am sad and a crybaby. The tears are killing me because I am majorly sunburned.

Stop Collaborate and listen..

All right here is the run down in my eyes.. After narrowing a could be catastrophe with the t-shirts (because Candi couldn't find them in the crate). We all spent many hours primping for the night of all nights. I stopped by Candi's to pick up my t-shirt and dig through her sack of oldies but goodies. Coming home with some tight jelly bracelets and sunglasses (thanks Har). The fun bus arrived at exactly 6:00 on my driveway. After a smooth ride on the freeway we tried turning into the mall. Where a very nice young man in his DADDY'S Cadillac escalade puts his car in reverse so we can not turn in. So a few gestures and not so kind things were said. We won't mention any names. I hid behind JoAnne so I wasn't seen. The good news is, is the kids car is worth more than our lives. What a PUTZ!! A nice meal at P.F. Changs. Good choice I had never eaten there before. I need to go again soon.
OFF to the concert. After waiting in a line in the freezing cold up hill both ways. We reached the two men looking through bags. Don't worry that out of mine the guy pulls a pair of Porters swim googles. I told him I was going for a different approach on the sun glasses thing...
NEXT
A group shot. With a huge drunk guy that we pushed and yelled at and wouldn't get out of the picture. FINALLY: we reach our seats. Front row in the not general admission of 50 plus thousands dressed in spandex and neon. We sat for an hour and a half waiting for vanilla ice to perform for 30 minutes. The hype about the water and fireworks, was hyped way to much. But hey he played ICE ICE BABY with a set of drums and a DJ on the Steel Wheels. ( I was a little disappointed to not hear the ping of the old version). But then never fear after another 30 minutes.
IT"S HAMMER TIME..
Man he is getting old. He did fine, because he took a 5 minute break between songs to catch his breath. But he was all right. I felt like I got my moneys worth in the concert and people watching..
The best part of the night was sitting there and all of a sudden I hear Coach Beck, Coach Beck, Yep some of the softball players were there. I won't mention any names. Because I told them to tell no one I was there.
But the MOMENT You have all been waiting for our evenings costumes.

Marc put these together for us in a day. He did and amazing jobs. So go ahead and look at our chests and if you want to bust out in a song go ahead. You word to you mutha ICE ICE baby To GO