24.5.11

Swimming lessons at the Dyer pool


This summer I will be teaching swimming lessons in the mornings beginning July 10 at $40 a session. Each session will be every day for 2 weeks, and classes will be 30 min.

Levels
1- Beginning. Learning to hold breath, blow bubbles and float on their back
2- Learning to kick in their tummy, and early crawl stroke
3- Continue crawl stroke and learn beginning back stroke

I have 3 years experience life guarding and teaching swimming lessons at Curtis High school. Feel free to ask about private lessons for more advanced swimmers.

Please email Dye04001@gmail.com if you are interested.


Water Aerobics


This summer I will be teaching water aerobics starting July 11, every Monday, Wednesday and Friday at 10 am. Each class will be $5 a person lasting 45 min. It's a fun way to stay fit, change up a work out, or just an excuse to socialize.


Email Dye04001@gmail.com for more information

7.12.10

Latch Key

Why was it that hot lunch is acceptable, but hot breakfast was not? It certainly said something about your home life. Kids who get hot breakfast might as well not use a backpack.


What is in children's backpacks anyway? One tiny folder to hold flyers? As an adult, I would scrap the backpack, and just carry the folder. So why did I judge the kids who thought ahead? Probably the same reason I judged kids that used airport backpacks.

29.11.10

Why does making a face make you stronger?

I was at the gym today, and I was using a machine that was directly across from a guy working on his shoulders. I was forced to watch this guy do his reps, and I couldn't help but wonder, did he just smell something bad? Or does contorting your nose and mouth actually help you lift more? Do I make that face when I lift weights? And how do I take a picture of him with my phone without being too obvious?

19.11.10

There's a dachshund in my bed

Watch closely to how my dog gets into my bed (sorry it's sideways) video

16.11.10

I AM A COMPUTER


I always love these. Especially when they resemble real words, but aren't quite real.

I often find myself wanting to tell the blogger what my word is.

15.11.10

Comin up on 1 year

As I approach the land mark of being graduated for one year, I realize not a lot has happened in the last year. I blame it on Post College Crisis, or PCC if you will. It is like a midlife crisis, only I don't have the money to go out and buy a harley, or upgrade the twins, so I invested myself in self wallowing.

PCC. No one tells you about it, no one warns you of it. Your whole life you are told to go to school, go to college. Well you finish college, then what? Get a job. Check. Now what, what do you work for? Go to grad school? I learned how to do the bare minimum to pass, I'm not a student. I feel a little bit like I spent my entire life waiting to get out of jail, but now that I am, I'm lost. Can't I just go back to making license plates and belt buckles?

After a year, I've accepted that it's harder to make friends, it's hard to stay motivated, and it's hard to go to church alone. But I do it, so that the next leg of my life can start

31.10.10

Happy Halloween

This is my mom's favorite holiday, but
this my have been her favorite day of all time

21.10.10

Crime does not pay

My rebellious streak started and ended with the robbery of the local Pay N Save. I was probably about 5 years old at the time. I was there shopping with my mom when I spotted some much needed balloons at eye level, right next to the check out. (Well placed Pay N Save.) I told my mom how much I needed them. She snapped back with something that sounded like you can't have anything you want. So I took the matter into my own hands and STOLE the balloons. I suddenly acted bored with the store and told my mom I'd meet her in the car. She had no idea. When she got in the car, she heard some balloon mischief coming from the way back. About a 10th of a second later, she had the hatch open and was already in the store returning the goods.

Lesson learned: Mom knows.

13.10.10

Sometimes you cry till you laugh

It's funny that Flex posted this because tonight I made a much needed Mcdonalds run for a good mix of coke, and as I bit into my tear soaked cookie, I thought about how I was literally eating my feelings.

2.10.10

Too Much Technology

As a stay at home mom [for the week], I've been watching a lot of TV. (I hear it's part of the job description). Day time TV has a whole new breed of commercials. Everything being advertised is for *cleaning products. What are they trying to say? Are homes with house-wives more clean than those without? Also, what's this business about spin brush technology? Or scrubbing action technology? Every commercial advertises some sort of specialized technology to make their product the best. Doesn't technology refer to Wifi, Apples, fun cookers and CSI? Whatever happened to a little elbow grease to get something clean?

I found myself telling my pseudo-children that they've been on the computer too long, they need to go play outside and get away from technology. No matter what we do, technology just wont leave us alone.

Oh well, at least now we can enhance our exact location. Thanks Google Maps!



*Unless you're on the game show channel. Those commercials are for diabetes and petmeds

28.9.10

What's in a name?

Whenever I am asked something unique about me, I always say that I was named after my twin aunts. However, it's when I tell them my name, they really get thrown through a loop. There aren't a lot of Marion's in the world, but at least enough that you know it's not a made up name. When I introduce myself, it's always followed by a list of references.

See: Maid Marion
Marion the Librarian
Marion G Romney (my favorite reference in Utah)
Marion Cotillard
Marion Lybbert
Marion Donovan (the inventor of disposable diapers)

This becomes especially difficult when restaurants ask for a name to associate my order with. I don't have enough time to give them a person to familiarize them with, so I try especially hard to annunciate, but Im always left picking up food for MARY, MARY-ANN, and MIRIUM.
One day I had a big idea to say my name is "M" to avoid the confusion. can't mix that up right? Wrong. The cashier looked at me like I was crazy, and was like JUST M??? Yes, JUST m. Lot's of people go by M, but it's usually written Em. Either way, pronounced M. I ignored the girl and figured she was just an idiot and waited for my french toast. When my order was up, it sat on the counter with another order than had been ready for a while, but they took a while to come pick it up. When she saw my ticket, instead of just reading what it says, she called out to the cashier, "WHAT IS THIS M????" (With a terrible Utah accent and a look of horror on her face). Apparently, she's an idiot too. During her confusion, the people that the old french toast belonged to snatched up my new warm french toast, and I was stuck with their cold order.

Now I don't know what to tell them. Good thing french toast is bottomless

27.9.10

Bonbons and Soaps


For the next week, I will be the single mom of these 3.
This first morning went great. Everyone woke up on time, had breakfast, brushed everything that needs brushing, remembered their lunches and ran off to school. We'll see if they have this much enthusiasm tomorrow. Until then, I have the next 6 hours to myself to catch up on my stories.

21.9.10

T9word

If=He
Hate=Have
Of=Me
Kiss=Lips
Eat=Fat
Good=Gone=Home

and my favorite,
Carpet=Barret

15.9.10

My Deep Dark Secret

My Screen name was [is] QTGirl164.

13.9.10

A Purse War, On A Global Scale

Exhibit A: My mom leaves her purse in the Pendleton Wendy's, Sunday August 29. About 20 minutes after continuing our journey, we receive a phone call informing us of the incident. After retrieving the missing goods, we were pleased to discover that all items were in place, including a large sum of cash.

Exhibit B: My sister in law leaves her purse at the Spokane Jack in the Box, Sunday September 12. The purse was discovered missing over an hour later. When retrieved, all items were accounted for, including my Ipod.

Exhibit C: A few hours later on that same September Sunday, I left my purse at the Missoula Taco Bell. It was discovered as soon as we got back onto the highway. Once again, all items were still there.

My conclusion: The Pacific Northwest is honest. Also, never travel on a Sunday... or maybe it was because it was Sunday that everyone was feeling especially honest.

6.9.10

Tell us a story!!!!

I went camping a month ago with my nieces ages 7 & 8. After settling into our sleeping bags, they begged, "Mare tell us a story!" "Yeah! One from when you were little!" I couldn't think of one, and I was tired, but they kept probing me and giving me ideas. So I thought and I thought and I told them a dumb story from my childhood. When I was done, they compared it to stories about them and asked for more. Pretty soon, I didn't need too much coaxing, and I just started rattling off stories. After a while, we quit telling stories and went to sleep.
When they woke up in the morning, I was still asleep in the tent, and my brother in law was helping them with breakfast. He asked them how sharing a tent with me was when Lilly replied, "uhh? it was good. But Mare wanted to tell SO many stories! I just wanted to go to bed, but she just wanted to keep telling stories!"

You can't win