1) My little CTR-5 mystery children (mystery b/c I still can't seem to figure out how to entertain them. They need something new every 5 minutes. It takes me twice as long to prepare a lesson for them than it took me to prepare my Gospel Doctrine lessons) are hilarious sometimes. I always take a few minutes at the beginning of class to have them tell us what they did that week. A few weeks ago, one child in particular (we'll call him "Scott." His parents might call him that, too) said he didn't do anything but sit in his house and play X-Box all week. So this last week when I asked him what he did and he said "nothing," I responded with: "Well, did you play X-Box?" To which he replied: "No. We don't have X-Box." Hmmm.....
2) While I was running laps at a track a few weeks ago, there was a young dad there with his son, about 2.5 years old. They were on the side stretching and as I passed them, the little boy loudly says: "Daddy! That girl runs SLOW!" To which his dad said "Shhhhhhh..... don't say that out loud." I looked around and realized I was the only girl there. I wanted to yell at him and say "Oh YEAH?!?!? I'd like to see YOU run 6 miles, little boy!" But then I remembered he was only 2. So I didn't.
3) I always have an addiction to sweets, but it's always particularly strong in the early morning and late at night. Growing up, if someone had a birthday and there was leftover cake in the morning, it was most definitely my breakfast. That's probably what forced me to wake up at 5 a.m. while visiting Marc and Michelle in CA a few months ago just to eat a cupcake (now that I am publicly admitting it, you can't make fun of me for it anymore). And what forced me to wake up at 5 a.m. to eat a piece of Texas Chocolate Sheet Cake a month ago. And what forced me to wake up at 6:30 a.m. to eat a sugar cookie 3 days ago. Forget the alarm... all I need is cake.
4) Last night while I was taking a nice, long shower, I was interrupted by a ginormous cooler of ice water dumped over my head. It was so unexpected and shockingly cold that I couldn't help but scream bloody murder for a good 10 solid seconds. And then the cops showed up at our door wondering what happened. Not really. But with the way I screamed, I wouldn't have been surprised. Little does Ryan know that my old roommate Kristen and I were voted "best pranksters" in our freshman-year superlatives. This means war.
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Lol, funny stories! I especially loved the one about you waking up in the early hours of the morning to eat sweets. I thought I had an addiction to sweets, but I think yours may have topped mine! I also loved the one about you running on the track. You should have challenged that little boy to a race.
Those are great! I love that the cupcake at 5 am here hasn't been your only early morning snack. You are too funny! I am proud of you for even being able to tell the story about Ryan dumping cold water on you...not just dumping a glass of cold water on you but several gallons...I might not be talking to Marc if he had done that o me. :)
Oh, get him Britt! Retaliation must be swift and brutal. Well, maybe not brutal, but get him good. I support you. Throw an egg at him when he's coming home from work. That might be too mean. I did that once to a kid named Josh in our freshman ward and he was so ticked. I admit now that I had crossed the line, but it was still funny.
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