What makes it even more fun is talking smack talk. Fortunately my family doesn’t read this blog so this won’t kill anyone’s self esteem. I talk alot of smack about beating people and then magically pull out the good sport card when I lose. That’s because I know I’m going to lose, because I always lose.
This has to be what those people feel like when they reach the top of Mount Kilamannjaro. So I’m counting it as an adventure.
AJ borrows Uncle Randy’s shorts and the dynamic duo is off. Twelve minutes later through heaving breaths AJ declares “that old dude is fit!” Now he knows why I didn’t go running with them.
They thought they were being “too cool” to outwardly appreciate the joke. To the observers eye it looked like they had a synchronized gas passing experience.
Well if it’s good enough for millionares that own islands its good enough for me. I laid out on my futon in the living room. (Hey it’s Arizona unless it is midnight it’s too hot to sit out on a hammock. The pages of the book would spontaneously combust.) Took my feet up off the floor and read a book.
All year I have been talking about the great American roadtrip that I have never gotten to take. The El Camino Real in New Mexico, the Ozarks in Arkansas, the world’s biggest McDonald’s in Oklahoma and if I just happened to see the biggest ball of twine on […]
That son of a gun hit the fly swatter dead on. It flew to the ground and the fury of every bug that scared me came out. Pwhap! Pwhap some more and just in case Pwhap. I think I was roaring because my friend across the street asked if everything was o.k.
the stealing for the most part stopped. Then one of them tried stealing my ipod. It was one of those moments in life where I saw the multiple choice options. I could
A. Slap it out of his hand and claim temporary insanity
B. Break out into open prayer (that’s a chapter in my book)
C. Send him to my tall friend
D. Warn him
My mind is saying ouch in three different languages. The arms go in the air like if I raise them higher, I’ll weigh less. At that moment one of the kids looks up, sees the pain in my face and the strappy sandal in the air and screams to the other kids, “She got out the chankla” That is spanglish for she is going to whoop us old school style.
Mrs. B is walking around the room as she teaches and reads. The kids are engaged and high level conversations are taking place. Imaginary t.v. cameras are capturing the moments so audience across the United States can say “Wow I wish I was in that classroom!” Then it happens.