My friend James Skypes me for my birthday while I’m having lunch.
James: So, got anything planned today?
Me: *blah blah, plans with friends* Oh and my Uncle Ben sent me a birthday card with a gift card in it!! I was talking with him on Skype an hour or two ago, and I watched the Fed Ex guy walk up to the door. So I once I brought it back in, I opened it up and was all
James: *cackles with laughter* Please don’t ever change, Jo. Please.
Me: I don’t plan on it!
And we kept laughing over that for the next five minutes.
~ when your overly-straight-laced grandparents are visiting, and the neighbor down the street has “Low” jamming on the radio, and it’s all you can do to keep quiet and polite in front of them instead of grooving around screaming APPLE BOTTOM JEANS BOOTS WITH THE FURRRR
Best part: my mum signaled to me from out of sight of the grandparents, grinned, and gestured in the direction of the song; she was dancing to it, too.
Best mum ever.
So I walked up to Subway with my mum and the kid (a 7-year-old) she’s tutoring. It was sprinkling a bit outside, no problem. My dad met us there, having driven the truck, and we all had a nice lunch.
We got ready to leave. It’s raining a bit harder now, and whereas a bit of rain never hurt anyone (plus we had umbrellas), my dad was nice enough to tote us all home. Only problem was that the truck seats 3, and the kid has to sit in a car seat because she’s a scrawny little waif.
I volunteer to sit in the back of the truck; I’ve done so plenty of times in the past, and have even been on many long road trips while doing so as well (in the middle of summer, roasting because of the weather, I’ll tell those later).
So NBD right?
Tag-along tutor kid starts bugging my mum about wanting to ride in the back (“I’m small enough, I’ll fit! We can put my car seat back there! What’s it like? Can I do it?” etc.)
Well of course the kid can’t sit back there, so we more or less ignore the barrage of annoyance and pile into the truck. I begin my climb into the back and notice the kid is standing back there…watching me with an expectant expression.
What made it worse was that the kid stayed there…watching…even as my dad closed the canopy hatch and I settled in. The kid finally left to get in the truck when my mum called.
Somewhat weirded out by now, I shrugged it off and settled with my back to the window (so I can’t see my parents or the kid in the front seat), but my curiosity got the better of me, and I allowed myself a glance behind. Sure enough, the kid is staring at me through the back window of the truck cab with that same expression of awe on their face.
In the 2-second span I spent glancing at this oddity, this thought process flitted through my mind: “…kid, I’m not doing anything. Nothing exciting is going to happen - I’m just riding in the back of the truck, and it’s a 2 minute drive back to the house. This will prove to you how boring it actually is. You can stop watching me now.
Seriously, not a big—”
I kept my back to them the entire way home.
Moral of the story: it cracks me up when kids automatically assume that, because you’re doing something out of the ordinary by their standpoint, it’s automatically the coolest thing in the whole world.
Because you know the moment that kid had climbed back there, a minute or so into the ride, they would’ve said “This is boring.”
Good ol’ breakfast before duty!
WHAT WAS THAT.
HELLO SECTOR 12 THIS IS SERGEANT BISQUICK
WE NEED REINFORCEMENTS
WE ARE UNDER ATTACK
just a calm day on the front
wait what’s that noise i think its our communication system
THIS IS COMMANDER CAKE DO U COPY
SERGEANT BISQUICK WHAT IS UR POSITION
HOLD UR POSITION MAN WE’RE COMIN FOR U
THIS IS WAR
No you hang up
No you hang up
Hold on im getting another call
PRIVATE LUNA BAR THIS IS COMMANDER CAKE DO YOU COPY
WE ARE AT WAR
Lead us to victory, commander
JEI LOOK OH MY GOD
Spell/grammar checking 5th grade history reports in my dad’s class, and came across a report on the composer Robert Shumann. The last paragraph in the report is as follows:
“Several times he tried to kill himself. After one time when he jumped off a bridge over the Rhine River, he admitted himself to an insane asylum where he died. It is thought he died of syphilis, which is a type of sore that does not heal.”
When my dad read it, his eyebrows shot up and he muttered, “Well, yeah, I guess you could say that…”
My Uncle Beans texts me today to tell me he now understands how to use Facebook.
This is a big deal, coming from a retired car/air conditioner mechanic who was certain he’d blow up a computer just by looking at it wrong.
He made sure to mention that I should check out his profile picture as well. It’s one of him and his son at the KISS concert they went to for his 50th b-day several years ago, and of course, they’ve got their tongues hanging out for the shot.
My rough and tumble, dragster-racing, jokester Uncle Ben Kruse, getting all tech-savvy with Facebook and wanting me to check out his profile picture…
You guys, I love this guy so much I can barely stand it. :D
So I’m sitting and listening to my online playlist on headphones while in my dad’s classroom.
All of the kids are milling about, asking for help on papers, etc. And randomly some of them start dancing around a bit - just here and there, for no reason. They’re kids - they don’t need a reason to bounce or dance around.
Funny part is that “Moves Like Jagger” just started up, and these kids are dancing around in time with the music.
Without even knowing it.
(notice that my friend Jason has popped on)
Me: Twenty-five years I’m alive here still
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination
I realized quickly when I knew I should
That the world was made up of this brotherhood of man
For whatever that means
And so I cry sometimes when I’m lying in bed
Just to get it all out what’s in my head
And I, I am feeling a little peculiar.
And so I wake in the morning and I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream from the top of my lungs
WHAT’S GOIN’ OOOOON?
Jason: …That was cruel, I actually thought this was some depressed note. LOL