Don't you think the pioneers had it a lot tougher than we do?? hee hee.
What's happening?! I can see I'm gonna have to get in here and shake things up a bit.
I've been mega busy doing my student teaching. It's been an amazing, amazing experience. I still have three weeks left to go, and I'm at wit's end. But, you've all never been far from my thoughts, and with Thanksgiving break coming, I wanted to pop in and say hi.
You know, if we ever catch Bin Laden, I don't think we should kill him, shoot him, nuke him, or change him into a woman to live under the Taliban regime. Instead, we should make him teach painting to 750 3rd, 4th, and 5th graders. By the time he has his 33rd class on Friday afternoon, he'll surrender on any conditions.
So, my Yankees lost. And of all the teams to lose to, they had to do it to the wild card. I still haven't quite recovered from the devastation of it yet. And they lost on my birthday, of all days. I don't think in the whole, entire history of Yankeedom, they ever lost on my birthday. Oh, and, by the way, thank you so much for all those beautiful gifts you sent. You really shouldn't have. heh heh. Just kidding.
Speaking of birthdays, we have some housekeeping to do in here. When is everyone's birthday, anyway? I don't know Dell's, Dave's, Linda's, Gene's, Ken's, Marqueta's, etc. If everyone would let me know, we could celebrate. And don't forget mine, of course. That would be Oct. 5. Incidentally, that's Garry and Gail's anniversary, too. Ken, nice job on the website! And, isn't that Dave just wonderful? He's the best. Dave, I've got to meet you someday. Now, I have to get a box of tissues, because you all are so sappy sweet about Kirby renegging the book reading. Janette totally surprised me with that call. I hope you're having the trip of a lifetime, Janette. She has such a sexy voice. There's that word again :)
We should publish a book, called "Where in the world is Kirby Jonas? Sort of like find Waldo combined with Carmen Sandiago. He could be in an illustration in a book store, or at a parade with 10,000 people, or traveling across America stuck in a cattle stockade with a flat tire. Instead of a red striped shirt, he'll have long hippie hair and cowboy boots. heh heh. How are you, Kirb? I didn't get to see the meteors. It was too cloudy that night.
Okay, before I go, here's some fun conversation starters I hope you respond to.
True or False
You can lick your elbow
(I'll give you the answer tomorrow)
What was the oddest job you ever did?
When I was 18, a guy I barely knew paid me $50 to go with him to repossess a car. For a smart kid, I was pretty stupid.
What have you stolen in your lifetime?
When I was 5, I stole plastic animals out of the doll house in Kindergarten class. Then I told my sister I found them on the playground at school. She spent the entire rest of the year scouring the playground for toys, wondering why she was never lucky enough to find any. heh heh.
I could go on and on. But I'll save some for later. Talk to you all soon. Miss you.
I'll start you off.
This one's so funny.
When Rich was 14, he stole a record album from a dept. store and got caught. He ended up at the police station. Except that afternoon, his mother was entertaining a house full of nuns for lunch, and she didn't have a car. So, all the nuns and his mother piled in one car and drove to the police station to pick up Rich. That was a classic moment, for sure. When him and his mother tell that story, it's hysterical. His stories about growing up with his brothers are side splitting.
I want to sit back and laugh while I imagine how silly everyone looks while they attempt to lick their elbows.
Now, I've licked some other things before, but my elbow ain't one of them. (However, I have a friend who claims he can lick his receding hairline)
Hey, Dave, when's your birthday? I'm going to guess February.
You're puttin' me on. Haven't you ever stolen anything in your life? Not even a pack of post-it notes from the office secretary who hoards everything? We used to have a crusty old secretary, who, if you asked for post-it notes, would give you 5 pieces at a time, and then tell you to cut them in half. And if you asked for a pencil, she'd give you a used one with no eraser out of the holder on her desk. It was a happy day when she retired. Then we got one that was even worse!