A Pep Talk from an Awesome 8-year-old

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At 8:15 this morning it was still dark in my first-period  Chemistry class and there lay a bunch of sleepy sophomores drooling on their desks while visions of summertime danced in their heads. Ms. Marathon, our athletic and sunny teacher, decided we needed a pep talk to get us awake and motivated to finish out the week strong, as well as the rest of the year and frankly, the rest of high school. Well she found one, in the form of an adorable little boy on Youtube.


The Wonderful World of Homecoming: Part 2

Happy dance, throw down a Tebow, and then meme tears of joy… HOMECOMING IS OVER WITH BABY!

After much stress, tears, and blood, the finished product came out looking like the average Sophomore work. (eh-okay)

But hey, it’s over! Who cares what place we get, we participated, got a little united and artsy, and had fun. Que slideshow.

Not as bad as I made it sound huh? We were Sherlock in case you didn’t guess, and it was definitley a challenge.

Lessons Learned:

• Osh always has caution tape

• Osh doesn’t always have refrigerator boxes

• Sherlock lived on Baker St., and no, there were no double decker buses back then

• Things get much better when you’re an upperclassman

And lastly…

• You SO cannot do this type of thing alone, it’s important to divvy out the workload to everyone willing to help, and then thrust paintbrushes in the hands of those who aren’t

My own mother has that last one perfected and she too did a “Happy dance, throw down a Tebow, and then meme tears of joy” when my brother’s school fundraiser was over. She was the boss-lady, and she too had her share of paintbrushes to thrust in order to but this baby on. Que Slideshow.

Mom, you did a fantastic job. I was a balloon of pride and I still am. I just hope that one day, I can be as awesome of a boss-lady as you. Hey, so I might just try Homecoming again next year as a funky junior! Help me will ya mother?


The Wonderful World of Homecoming: Part I

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It really did feel like October just now as I came home from Babysitting. The air is poking freezing in the shoulder, and I could see my breath as I said goodbye to the mother who drove me home. And now, there’s a post coming on tonight!

Man, I love kids. Little munchkins hold a special place in my heart, even when they’re throwing random objects at you of varying weights and sharpness. But it’s fun being around them because they haven’t lost the art of simplicity. Little humans’ only cares are dinner, dessert, potty, and which movie to watch before bedtime. That all. And then they’re tucked in, they suck their thumbs and ask for another story. You turn the lights off, close the door, and…

The parents come home. Then they hand over the cash (or check) and drive you home.

But tonight, it was pay enough to be around those sweet little darlings. All week, I am surrounded by crazy Wild Things called teenagers. Babysitting kids brings you back down to a place where sweet simplicity resides, and it’s wonderfully refreshing. Sadly though, you must return to the island called High School on Monday, where The Wild Things are  preparing for the Wild Rumpus (aka Homecoming).

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All hail the Homecoming King!

You smile though, because you realize that you’re not the unique and long-awaited king-of-all Wild Things, but rather, just another Wild Thing yourself and you might as well enjoy being one while it lasts. 

(So you volunteer to be in charge of decorations and you’ll blog about it all next week.)

Summertime Sludge

Boy am I knee-deep in it today. It’s a mental sludge, the kind that causes laziness and boredom. How again did I so look forward to these days when school was in? I almost miss the schedule. Dare I say it, I miss homework. It was something to do! Well I reactivated my Facebook today, and my Twitter… out of complete desperation.

Twitter SUCKS.

So you know what? Let’s not talk about little bluebirds, how about chickadees? As in Kids? Gosh I love kids. Yesterday I met a mom and future client along with her two cuties. We chatted and played peek-a-boo for an hour. They’re refreshing after being surrounded by chatty adults with all their philosophical worldliness. Kids are simple. Yes, no, up, down, happy, sad. Then on a roll, I walked down the street and helped a new neighbor and mom down the street with her baby girl. I told her my life story and she told me snippets of hers and it was a lovely afternoon. It was also a wake-up-call. Kids are the happiest people on earth. Everything’s simple and lovely but also full of adventure. Be a kid today guys :)

Popcorn and Lemonade

Summer days are supposed to be long and filled with antics. From pitching a half-empty bag of marshmallows  back-and-forth across the street to bringing up pillows to the roof to making an epic home video of cops and robbers utilizing all of your kid-neighbors. I’m exhausted. Also, Home Videos rock, so we made one. Two weeks until volleyball camp.

Idea for this home video came from two ten-year-olds. Nothing fancy, just a little imagination and iMovie. Expect more.