Superhero tattoo

Trey told me that getting one of these tattoos makes you a superhero. I'm Wolverine now, in case you can't tell. For all you bad guys out there, watch out. Trey and I are on the beat.

Teaching and animal conspiracies

My dad came home a few days ago and I had just woken up from a nap. I had been taking naps 4 days a week now since school started. "Now you understand why I am always taking naps", he said, with what I'm pretty sure was an evil "ha ha" glint in his eye. And yes, now I fully understand. Who knew that being a teacher was so exhausting? Sure, I'm not running laps all day long, but I do, uh, stand a lot. Quite a lot actually. So there. And sometimes I play tag at recess. So double extra there. But mentally, emotionally: I'm drained. I love my job and I haven't cried once, but there is so much to do and it seems that when I try to get something done or organized, I get handed 10 more things to do or the classroom just gets messier. Needless to say, I am no longer allowing myself to take naps, cause I don't get enough done if I do. I'm done with my degree though. I just have to print it off the computer. Yep. Just print my teaching license off the computer.

I am also almost halfway through with my Masters Degree. I can't until everyone starts calling me Master Tucker. My brother's are going to be so bummed that they went for their Doctorate. Be honest: would you rather be called Doctor So-and-so or Master So-and-so? That's what I thought.

I feel a little lame though and want to apologize to people who actually talk to me in real life. I find that I am taking less initiative to call people and when they do call me, I am somewhat lifeless which anyone could easily translate to mean: she hates me. But it's not true. I'm just tired. Oh so tired.

Does anyone else believe the conspiracy that animals are trying to take over the world? There's always these crazy news stories about animals getting into CrAzY situations that involve humans getting harmed or would've gotten harmed had the animal not been stopped? Yeah, I hear them all the time too. They pretend to be furry, innocent and cute until they try to scratch your face off while you're asleep. But they'll just pretend they were trying to save your life by trying to wake you up, cause the house was on fire (they set the fire by the way)... My life is infested with animals. There is a mouse living in the walls of my house, but for some reason it loves coming into my room at night and scratching away at things to keep me awake. And it's building it's nest in the wall between my bedroom and bathroom. I have set up mouse traps to catch Morton (that's his name of course) and he somehow evades them. There are only two spots where the sinks in my bathroom meet that he can get in and he must be an acrobat, because he somehow misses the traps that are set right underneath the holes. There is also a feral cat that loves to sit outside my window at night and howl itself to what must be a near death. The noise literally wakes me up and sends my heart beating a mile a minute, it sounds that bad. Then there's the spiders. Those disgusting little arachnids that worm their way into the weirdest little places. My thought on spiders is this: they are welcome to live in my house as long as they stay out of my way. But the second I see them, they must die. So I found one this morning inside my previous day's iced drink cup, which had a lid on it. So I set it in the sink and sent water rushing down the straw to slowly fill up the cup. The spider ended up floating upside down at the top of the cup, smashed into the lid. I planned to dump it out after I finished doing my makeup. Five minutes later I look over and Melvin (that was his name of course) is wiggling around trying to find a way out. He was pretending to be a drowned spider! And it was like he would sense when I saw him. He would curl his little legs up and pretend to be dead again and then lo and behold, when I turned my back, he would try to wiggle out.

That was a long story, I know. But I think it's important that everyone be aware of what the animals of the world are conspiring to do. They must be stopped. Or at least we need to get on their good side.

Happy and Heartbroken

Let's start with the good, which may also show up later as the bad.

I am finishing up my undergraduate degree this summer as well as starting into my graduate program. It's thrilling and scary to finally be done and get a job that actually pays me some money. Speaking of jobs, I got one! I will be working in a self-contained unit at an elementary school in the school district where I grew up. I was really nervous I wouldn't pass the Praxis, but I actually did pretty well, so I can rest easy about keeping the job I just got.

I also just changed the channel to an Alaska documentary, which makes me slightly happy. Oh, and Becca and the boys got to come visit for almost two weeks and it was really nice to have them staying at the house.

And that's about it on the happy front. It's exciting to feel like a real grownup.

On to the bad stuff.

I'm really nervous about my first year of teaching. I'm sure everyone feels like they just aren't going to cut it, and I'm no exception. Hopefully I will figure it all out with little effort. I'm also scared to be teaching my first year and going to grad school. I'm not sure I can cut it. At this point, I'm not sure why I applied for grad school. And when I got accepted, I'm not sure why I accepted the acceptance.

I'm sad to be leaving Bekah too. I'm hoping I can find time to work with her next school year. I have been working with her for 9 years now. She's one of my best friends and I am so used to seeing her a couple times a week.

So there is the update on my life. Hope you enjoy it.

I'm famous! Well, I'm pretty sure I will be anyway. Maybe not...

I'm famous! My (newly ex'd) boyfriend's famous too! My friend Jen too! (she shot the video)

After months of rest from my blog, I have decided to start updating. I was in North Carolina last weekend for my brother Gary's wedding to my now, and new, sister in law, Sarah. Woohoo! It was so good to visit family and simply hang out.

Here's the beautiful bride, Sarah

This is the groomsmens (?) cake. I was told it's a southern thing. Correct me if I'm wrong. As you may know, Gary is a dentist, and soon to be, orthodontist. Hence, the Mr. and Mrs. Teeth with braces.

The brothers and sisters. Becca, Gary, Tiffany and Scott outside the Raleigh Temple. Unfortunately Kristen couldn't be there.

Gary and Sarah Tucker

There was a ring ceremony after the temple ceremony. Becca and I got to be escorted down the aisle by my adorable nephew, who turned 1 a few days later.

In the process

I am in the process of creating a new post, I think it will be ready with in the month

Me and the Boys

I know I have not posted in a long time. Life is busy. But here is a picture to hold you all off until I have time for a better post.