TGIF! We started the weekend off with fun. We went and rode some rides not far from home tonight at one of many picnics. Bubba and I had a funnel cake and I reminisced about how many of the rides are still the same as when I was a kid. It would be nice if the tickets were the same. I couldn't believe the prices.
Bubba even saw some kids from school, including a girl who saw him as we were leaving. She was a tall blonde, and had there not been more traffic, I think Bubba would have run faster to the car. However, Blonde Babe stayed on her side of the picnic and we went home.
Dahey even got into the modern era: he joined his first social networking site. His crazy friend from high school was the first person to find him online, so it was like a mini reunion. I first met Max via e-mail and I'll never forget how he described his time in the military: "After doing my first hitch and finding out there are no permanent marching band jobs in the military, I decided to learn a trade and become an electrician."
Some things change, and yes, some things (and people) stay the same.
Stay tuned.
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Friday, May 22, 2015
Saturday, February 21, 2015
She'll end up like Martha
Martha Stewart that is.
Bubba recently went to a fundraiser at his school, Esteemed Educator Junior High. We sat in a group with a seventh grade girl from the Honor Society and her mother, who was very nice. Blondie was one of those highly strung types who was in love with Harry Potter and wants to be a business executive when she grows up.
I expected Blondie (not her real name) to not know Bubba because she is in a different grade. She kind of looked at him with disdain. Bubba, thankfully, tends to ignore/not notice girls who act silly.
We played a version of Family Feud and Bubba and Blondie guessed most of the answers, since they came from a poll of the seventh grade. Blondie is also a member of the Honor Society who totaled up the poll results and scored them.
Blondie kept telling her mother, "I'm not cheating, I'm using my resources." I really had to bite my tongue. Let's just hope Blondie doesn't get it into her head to join any of the more trusted professions, like nursing.
Because she may have to learn first that what she is doing really IS cheating. As the old adage goes, cheaters never win.
More later...
Bubba recently went to a fundraiser at his school, Esteemed Educator Junior High. We sat in a group with a seventh grade girl from the Honor Society and her mother, who was very nice. Blondie was one of those highly strung types who was in love with Harry Potter and wants to be a business executive when she grows up.
I expected Blondie (not her real name) to not know Bubba because she is in a different grade. She kind of looked at him with disdain. Bubba, thankfully, tends to ignore/not notice girls who act silly.
We played a version of Family Feud and Bubba and Blondie guessed most of the answers, since they came from a poll of the seventh grade. Blondie is also a member of the Honor Society who totaled up the poll results and scored them.
Blondie kept telling her mother, "I'm not cheating, I'm using my resources." I really had to bite my tongue. Let's just hope Blondie doesn't get it into her head to join any of the more trusted professions, like nursing.
Because she may have to learn first that what she is doing really IS cheating. As the old adage goes, cheaters never win.
More later...
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