“I’m trying to remember, before Diversity what did I read?”
That one time You DVR the game and you look on Facebook and see a post about something that happens and you spend the rest of the game nervously awaiting that one moment when the play actually happens.
Today driving home from church, I saw a boy on a Razor Scooter. It reminded me of the scooter gang. :)
Maybe that wasn’t quite what I was going for. I was trying to be clever. See, Kathryn and I decided to hit up our new favorite coffee shop again this morning.
We drink. We blog. We’re practically hipsters.
Typical coffee shop observations on a chilly Saturday morning:
— little high schoolers/college kids talking way too loudly
— random guys picking their noses
— a lady who recognized my Manitoqua sweatshirt (winning!)
— workers doing matrix moves over unannounced small children
— Kathryn’s obsession with Dance Moms…
I’m at a coffee place and a guy (we’ll call him “Guy”) gets up to go to the (single stall) bathroom.
15 seconds later, a dude (we’ll call him “Dude”) tries to open the door to the single stall bathroom. No luck. Obvs. But Dude’s gotta go. Bad. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him doing little foot dances. He puts one foot up, twirls it, then does the same with the other foot. Then he moves on to pacing back and forth. Dude is dying on the inside.
Guy’s taking too long. Dude’s probably thinking, it shouldn’t take this long. Dude’s bladder gives him a warped sense of time. Dude should probably sit down.
Dude can’t handle it.
Dude is desperate.
Dude uses the women’s restroom.
Just give it to me.
Sometimes I feel like I’m missing out on telling all these school stories. So I’m borrowing one of my sister’s.
The current “Star Student” gave a presentation during class. One of the questions he had to address was, if you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go?
The third grader answered (deadpan) “I would go to Pennsylvania. But I would wait until I was 21 so I could drink.”
I’ve wanted to climb the tree behind my family’s cottage for years. I told my mom it was on my bucket list. Truth: I think bucket lists are bunk. This was my excuse because I knew she would get worried about me being at such great heights. But hey, I do it for the memories. Little did I know how bloggable it would be.
I’ll admit, I had to use a step ladder to get up the tree. This is one of the reasons I hadn’t climbed it before. Gimme a break, I can’t just mount the tree like a gymnast mounts a balance beam. You should have seen me attempt the first part of the climb, you would have chuckled. The struggle was worth it, and the sights were great.
I climbed around it a little, then I decided it would be a fun place to read. Luckily, my mom was nice enough to grab my book for me.
No library books were harmed during this tree climbing event.
As I sat up there reading, a van pulled into the driveway. First thought: Hey it’s grandpa and grandma coming to visit in their van. Nope, not their van. Second thought: Perhaps it’s some strangers trying to find their friend’s cottage and they need directions. Um… doesn’t look like it. Third thought: Jehovah’s Witnesses? Yes, you would be correct.
Usually, in this situation, I would not answer the door. I’m a coward when it comes to answering doors. But in this situation I was stuck in a tree. In plain sight. And I’m like, they must have seen me, right? As the mother and daughter started walking toward the cottage, I shouted out a friendly, “Hello!”
They had no freakin’ idea where it came from. It took about seven seconds of confusion and heads swiveling around until the girl finally said, “She’s up in the tree!”
So I got the spiel from a bird’s eye view. And I tried to keep my composure but I couldn’t help but giggle a little at the absurdity of the moment. At the end, the younger one asked where she should leave the “materials.” I didn’t want to send them to the cottage to disturb my parents, so I said, “Just stick them in the windshield wipers.”
Because really, I had to get photo evidence.
Lindsay: Tessa I wanna be you
Tessa: dude why you have the job that I want.
Kathryn: dude you live with a boy!
For those of you who know me, you know I’m an avid packers fan. Thursday nights loss was hard,not for just me but also for the little boy in my classroom that loves the packers. On Friday I walked into work and went straight up to that little boy and said ” you know our packers lost last night right?” This little boy looks up at me, sighs heavily,says “yeah I know” and walks away defeated. Laughter from all the teachers ensued for a long time after that.