Abby and I should not be allowed to watch So You Think You Can Dance. We get too many killer ideas for our dance crew. Choreo queens in the house! (I am laughing pretty hard right now...I kill myself sometimes).
Monday, June 27, 2011
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Kids Say The Darndest Things
I try to remember every funny thing that the kids say to me everyday. If it's worthy, I come home and write it down. I look back at my list of funny things sometimes and it cheers me right up. I shall share some:
A 1st/2nd grader says to me:
"You are just a kid. Why don't you act like you're 24?" Well, dear, acting 24 is boring and way lame.
One of my 5th/6th graders shouts to my group after grabbing my arm to get my attention:
"Hey, you've got some flab. Everyone! Look at Maren's flabby arms!" (then he continues to poke at my arms) If that isn't incentive to lift some weights, I don't know what is. Well, it wasn't enough incentive I guess.
A 1st/2nd grader tells me so matter-of-factly:
"You are so tall. Not as tall as my grandma though. She's 8 foot." Of course she is. Now wouldn't that be cool if her gma really WAS 8 ft tall and I'm the crazy one for not believing her...
One of my 5th/6th grade girls:
"What ethnicity are you?"...(i tell her I'm just white/caucasian)..."That's it?...Are you SURE? You should make sure." Okay...I'll go home and check the family history again. Just to make sure.
One of my 5th/6th graders from my first summer at the club was telling her friend about the staff...while I'm sitting right next to them, mind you (she was just visiting and she is now going into 8th grade):
"Yeah, Maren's awesome most of the day, but she gets grumpy towards the end." Oh they know me so well. Usually grumpy Maren just needs a snack and a break from hearing "Maren Maren Maren Maren". Who ever thought you'd get so sick of hearing your name? Sometimes I get home from work and I hear my name and I instantly am like, "WHATTT?!" oops...
A 3rd/4th grader announces while I'm playing lightning with a group of boys:
"Maren counts as a boy and a girl...cuz she's cool like a boy, but she's still a girl." I'mmm not sure how that works, but I'll take it.
Our first dress-up day at the club was pajama day. Cami and I are standing there in our PJs and a 1st/2nd grader looks at us for a minute and then says:
"And you guys GET PAID FOR THIS?!" hahaha. Not well...but isn't it AWESOME?!
Two of my 5th/6th grade boys:
"Maren, you're single, right?"...other kid, "It's about time you get a boyfriend"...other kid, "yeah, his name is Derek and he's a professional biker" Oh good. Just what I need...10 yr old match-makers.
I don't remember what I did to deserve this, but I was talking to a few 1st/2nd graders:
First girl to me, "You're WEIRD!"...other girl defending me, "No, she's just different"...first girl, "No, she's pretty mental!" The girls and I laughed about that for awhile after. She's def a good judge of character.
A 1st/2nd grader says to me:
"You are just a kid. Why don't you act like you're 24?" Well, dear, acting 24 is boring and way lame.
One of my 5th/6th graders shouts to my group after grabbing my arm to get my attention:
"Hey, you've got some flab. Everyone! Look at Maren's flabby arms!" (then he continues to poke at my arms) If that isn't incentive to lift some weights, I don't know what is. Well, it wasn't enough incentive I guess.
A 1st/2nd grader tells me so matter-of-factly:
"You are so tall. Not as tall as my grandma though. She's 8 foot." Of course she is. Now wouldn't that be cool if her gma really WAS 8 ft tall and I'm the crazy one for not believing her...
One of my 5th/6th grade girls:
"What ethnicity are you?"...(i tell her I'm just white/caucasian)..."That's it?...Are you SURE? You should make sure." Okay...I'll go home and check the family history again. Just to make sure.
One of my 5th/6th graders from my first summer at the club was telling her friend about the staff...while I'm sitting right next to them, mind you (she was just visiting and she is now going into 8th grade):
"Yeah, Maren's awesome most of the day, but she gets grumpy towards the end." Oh they know me so well. Usually grumpy Maren just needs a snack and a break from hearing "Maren Maren Maren Maren". Who ever thought you'd get so sick of hearing your name? Sometimes I get home from work and I hear my name and I instantly am like, "WHATTT?!" oops...
A 3rd/4th grader announces while I'm playing lightning with a group of boys:
"Maren counts as a boy and a girl...cuz she's cool like a boy, but she's still a girl." I'mmm not sure how that works, but I'll take it.
Our first dress-up day at the club was pajama day. Cami and I are standing there in our PJs and a 1st/2nd grader looks at us for a minute and then says:
"And you guys GET PAID FOR THIS?!" hahaha. Not well...but isn't it AWESOME?!
Two of my 5th/6th grade boys:
"Maren, you're single, right?"...other kid, "It's about time you get a boyfriend"...other kid, "yeah, his name is Derek and he's a professional biker" Oh good. Just what I need...10 yr old match-makers.
I don't remember what I did to deserve this, but I was talking to a few 1st/2nd graders:
First girl to me, "You're WEIRD!"...other girl defending me, "No, she's just different"...first girl, "No, she's pretty mental!" The girls and I laughed about that for awhile after. She's def a good judge of character.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
More Drama: from an 11 yr old's journal entries...
Well...remember that identical journal entry I said I probably had? I found one. It's not identical, but it's pretty dang similar. Now, seeing as Father's Day is tomorrow, please know that all feelings expressed in this entry are not real/lasting. I don't want anyone to think that I still hate my dad...I probs only hated him for a night (well...probably several nights throughout my pre-teen/teenage years, but you understand). Every parent gets to hear "I hate you" their fair share, right?! Anyways, here's a peek into my 11 yr old life:
July 3, 1998
Write now I have to sit on my bed, my dad made me just cause I said I don't want to wash. Now I can't sleep in the tent with everyone else. I hate my family sometimes. I had to pick a number between 1 and 20 and we were fighting over drying dishes, I got the closest to the number and my dad made me wash - when I got the closest! He told Elsina to pick 1-2-3-4 or 5 and she picked 5 and so she didn't have to wash - He favored Elsina. I'm so mat at my dad - he acts like he doesn't like me and he likes Elsina better.
The real sad part...the entry ended with this:
That'll show him...crossed him out as if he's not my dad. Brutal. I guess that's what ya get if you like Elsina better. haha. Oh dear. How dramatic was I?!
Don't worry...there's more. When my family moved from Layton, UT to Kuna, ID, I was not happy. You can't move a dramatic 11 year old to another state right before the 6th grade. This will be the result:
And finally...one last little thing that I was CRACKING UP about the other day. There are a series of entries that I wrote while mad at my family:
Aug. 21, 1998
We're in our new house. I hate it. It craps. Why did we have to come here? Tonight I'm sleeping in the bathroom tub. Tonight me and Elsina got in a fight, now everybody is against me everybody hates me.
Aug. 22, 1998
I've locked myself in my bedroom and I'm not getting out. I hate my life. I never ended up sleeping in the tub.
(later on Aug. 22)
Dad got mad and said "alright just write in your stupid journal". Then I heard him talking to mom, he said, "well, if I didn't let her she would be balling all night". My dad always says he never says anything bad about me but I guess he lies. Today a tractor on the other street caught on fire. It was exciting. Well, dad just asked Elsina a mean question about me!
Bye
Maren (the hated)
My favorite parts: "it craps"...what the heck? What does that even mean? haha. "I never ended up sleeping in the tub"...this makes me laugh because I legitimately remember getting our red quilt and my pillow and setting up camp in the bathroom. I wonder what went wrong. "My dad always says he never says anything bad about me but I guess he lies"...oh dramatic little Maren, bless your heart. And finally, "today a tractor caught on fire. It was exciting"...WTHeck? So random.
So, there you have it...Abby wasn't the only one that thought she was hated and unloved. And for the record...my dad is the awesomest dad ever. Seriously. Happy Father's Day, Pa! I'm terribly sorry about the 11 year old me.
July 3, 1998
Write now I have to sit on my bed, my dad made me just cause I said I don't want to wash. Now I can't sleep in the tent with everyone else. I hate my family sometimes. I had to pick a number between 1 and 20 and we were fighting over drying dishes, I got the closest to the number and my dad made me wash - when I got the closest! He told Elsina to pick 1-2-3-4 or 5 and she picked 5 and so she didn't have to wash - He favored Elsina. I'm so mat at my dad - he acts like he doesn't like me and he likes Elsina better.
The real sad part...the entry ended with this:
That'll show him...crossed him out as if he's not my dad. Brutal. I guess that's what ya get if you like Elsina better. haha. Oh dear. How dramatic was I?!
Don't worry...there's more. When my family moved from Layton, UT to Kuna, ID, I was not happy. You can't move a dramatic 11 year old to another state right before the 6th grade. This will be the result:
And finally...one last little thing that I was CRACKING UP about the other day. There are a series of entries that I wrote while mad at my family:
Aug. 21, 1998
We're in our new house. I hate it. It craps. Why did we have to come here? Tonight I'm sleeping in the bathroom tub. Tonight me and Elsina got in a fight, now everybody is against me everybody hates me.
Aug. 22, 1998
I've locked myself in my bedroom and I'm not getting out. I hate my life. I never ended up sleeping in the tub.
(later on Aug. 22)
Dad got mad and said "alright just write in your stupid journal". Then I heard him talking to mom, he said, "well, if I didn't let her she would be balling all night". My dad always says he never says anything bad about me but I guess he lies. Today a tractor on the other street caught on fire. It was exciting. Well, dad just asked Elsina a mean question about me!
Bye
Maren (the hated)
My favorite parts: "it craps"...what the heck? What does that even mean? haha. "I never ended up sleeping in the tub"...this makes me laugh because I legitimately remember getting our red quilt and my pillow and setting up camp in the bathroom. I wonder what went wrong. "My dad always says he never says anything bad about me but I guess he lies"...oh dramatic little Maren, bless your heart. And finally, "today a tractor caught on fire. It was exciting"...WTHeck? So random.
So, there you have it...Abby wasn't the only one that thought she was hated and unloved. And for the record...my dad is the awesomest dad ever. Seriously. Happy Father's Day, Pa! I'm terribly sorry about the 11 year old me.
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