There are many many things I find really funny. A lot of them are just so wrong that sometimes it makes me wonder about myself. The thing is, all my friends seem to find the same things funny. Whether it be the Jesus statue getting stolen out of the little old lady with all those dogs yard or Will Ferrel picturing Jesus as a mischievous beaver (or was that the other guy). Everyone gets it.
Now it's not like my friends are all rocket scientists and Rhodes Scholars. Sure, there is the stray doctor and elementary school teacher in there :). Is this why? Are we all just stupid? Do really smart people laugh every time they see Wedding Crashers? Do those people giggle every time Will says, "I almost numchucked you man?" or when Bon Qui Qui says the blond women bit her? I don't know. I don't know who to ask.
I will say, to add to my questionable adult status... (in facebook speak) Amy is...... loving when her friends write those movie quotations on her wall. Why? It just makes me laugh. I wonder though, do you guys know them by heart or did you have to look them up? There were a couple long ones on there. I was oddly impressed.
Now before I post this I need to go check if I spelled Rhodes right for my Rhodes scholar reference, cause seriously, that would be really dumb. The very least I could do is spell check....one would think.
Entertain me with your funny.
And Chris, no one wants to hear any more Amy Legend. Especially if it has to do with empty soda bottle and half chewed packs of gum!
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Yay! It's Not A Snow Day!
That's awful right? It's just I'm so happy. I actually feel giddy. Lot's of time's our school makes some questionable calls for snow days. This could very well have been one of them. I teach this morning. It would have been a huge hassle, but guess what? I don't even have to think about it because in 9 minutes I'm going to go upstairs and wake everyone up. Then I'm going to throw some food at them and tell them to, "Get their book bags, get their pledge class and get the hell out of my house." Just like the good old days during pledging. Right Jen? Right Jami? Right Kathy? Remember how much fun that was? Fortunately I was just a reporter, so it didn't really bother me. Except for that pesky little green beanies and some of those bitchier sisters.
Do you know my mom called me during pledging and had a yellow legal pad out with questions to ask me? She didn't want to forget her bullet points. My brother Chris must have been home at the time because he has laughed about this for years.
So my Mom asked me, "Amy, are they making you do anything dangerous?"
"Ummmm.......no?" I said.
Okay, check that off the list.
"Amy, are they making you do anything immoral?"
"Hmmmm... as opposed to the usual college immoral stuff? I don't think so."
Okay, check that off the list.
"Amy, are they making you do anything illegal?"
"Well, I don't think so. We're not counting underage drinking right? If that doesn't count then I guess it's all on the up and up."
Fantastic!
Check that off the list.
Illegal.
Immoral.
Dangerous.
Three important question.
I love you Mommy.
Okay, school time.
Jen, did you like this?
Do you know my mom called me during pledging and had a yellow legal pad out with questions to ask me? She didn't want to forget her bullet points. My brother Chris must have been home at the time because he has laughed about this for years.
So my Mom asked me, "Amy, are they making you do anything dangerous?"
"Ummmm.......no?" I said.
Okay, check that off the list.
"Amy, are they making you do anything immoral?"
"Hmmmm... as opposed to the usual college immoral stuff? I don't think so."
Okay, check that off the list.
"Amy, are they making you do anything illegal?"
"Well, I don't think so. We're not counting underage drinking right? If that doesn't count then I guess it's all on the up and up."
Fantastic!
Check that off the list.
Illegal.
Immoral.
Dangerous.
Three important question.
I love you Mommy.
Okay, school time.
Jen, did you like this?
Monday, December 15, 2008
The Dreaded Holiday Picture.
Last year it was mohawks and tie dyes. I'm comfortable with that. Give me a piercing, a tattoo, a mohawk, any kooky thing seems normal to me. What does not seem normal is for my nine year old son who has always been known as my sweet and precious angel to be so irritable. I bought him a really nice shirt. He hates it. Not only does he hate it, he storms off telling me I'm making it go from, "bad to worse." I tell him to wear whatever he wants, just put a smile on his face. God! Then my little bright light of a daughter (who is not moody for some reason-I know why, I just can't tell) comes bouncing down in the cutest dress with her heels in her hand all ready to go. My ying and yang. They switch rolls all the time. It seems when one is pissy the other stands up for me. The beauty of two I guess. So tonight I am so very thankful for Saige, with her big smile, her freshly washed hair, her sweet little dress and her calming voice. Thanks baby.

I like this cause Mickey is sticking out his tongue. I think it's funny. It's much better than the gagging noise's he is making now. I think my little kitten has a fur ball. :)
I like this cause Mickey is sticking out his tongue. I think it's funny. It's much better than the gagging noise's he is making now. I think my little kitten has a fur ball. :)
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