Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving!!!

It seems that everyone on this day is putting what they are thankful for. What am I thankful for? . . . . Lots of things! Mainly this year, I am thankful for a cute sick family that came to stay. My sister's family got ill while they were driving up. Such troopers. More specifically I am thankful for cute nieces and nephews who give me the most brilliant things to laugh at! ha
It's very amusing!

This year my nieces and nephews who came were sick. Not all of them. But being a sick person can give myself very good entertainment. Put the sick person in the form of a child and it's sad, but also funny.

What am I thankful for? . . . Brothers and Sisters to give me nieces and nephews who "say the darndest things"!

Peace!

Remember When. . .

Remember my most recent post?

The one JUST under this one?

About my teacher exempting me from the lab, so that it wouldn't count against me and I wouldn't get a zero?

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Remember that?

I definitely do. . .

Here's is the rest to the story that happened, OH! About an hour or so ago.

In Lab, my teacher is passing out the graded previous lab.

He says "Good news! This lab isn't going to be as hard as the last lab (like I would know, NOT!). However hard it was, everyone did great. 90's and 100's all around."

He then starts passing the graded labs back. He gets to my area. There is my table where sits David, my dad, and ME. Then the table behind us which houses three, sometimes two boys (today it was two).

As he passes them out, I look at David's grade (we're lab buddies with my dad).

He got 77%!! Then I look at my Dad's (I am a snoop, and think I could have

gotten better, since I usually do. No joke).

He got 77% too. David turns to the table of two boys behind us and says,

"What did you guys get?"

To which THEY reply they got 61%.

WOW! Guess everybody DIDN'T do so good.

Well my dad is looking at his paper, and the teacher passes by. David says, "Hey! Can I be exempt from this lab too? (he's pointing at his grade and my teacher notices)"

Teacher, "Well, No!"

David, "Why? She got exempt from it!"

Then my teachers looks at me, points and states, "Yes, but she's attractive. And you are not!"

*crickets chirping interrupted by David*

David, "Well that's true. She is. I guess I can't argue that then."

David and I laugh, and move onto working on the lab.

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Later on in the lab as we are just finishing our last question. David gets a different answer from my dad and I. He says, "Well what did you put?"

I reply, "I don't care. I mean, I'll get it right either way!"

We bust up laughing while my dad is still figuring it out. And I raise my

hand to ask the teacher.

*I am an AVID hand-raising girl. Like

Hermione Granger style NO JOKE. I get made fun of

for sticking it STRAIGHT in the air, really fast, and leaving it up until someone

comes. I do not lie! Ask anyone who is in class with me.*

Well my teacher comes and I ask my question. I ask, he leaves, David and I laugh

AGAIN! ha! Yes! We are also avid laugh-er-er's! Cannot deny the truth!

Then I tell my dad as we walk to the car. He responds in his "Dad" way. Then we come home, happy that we are done. No lab next week due to Thanksgiving. And HOME!

The. End.

Peace!

Lab and the Teacher

So this week was a holiday week, which usually mean no lab for my astronomy class. Unfortunately my teacher missed the previous lab, and also the week before. When he came back to class he gave the lame news that, Yes! WE indeed did have "make-up" lab today, Thursday. And a test. Well I hate this class. . . and the lab. *side note*I take the class with my dad*side note* My dad had to stay at the lab since he had already missed one. You can miss one, or fail one lab, because your lowest score is dropped. Well I take the test in my lecture class, then wait for the lab. To myself I am thinking, "Man a live! I hate this lab."

Honestly people, it is busy work. The teacher doesn't write his own lab and each one takes about 3 hours to do. The cherry on the ice cream? Or cake? He won't edit it/take out pages/make it short. It's Grrrrrrrreat! I love it!

ANNNNYWAYS! I haven't missed or failed on single lab. I've never ditched or anything. I've gotten A's on every lab we do.

This reasoning is leads to my next bold action.

The teacher is talking to my dad, and he walks by me and I jump the opportunity, literally!

I say, "Hey (for I don't say teachers names. It's weird to me), I have to be somewhere at 7:30. Would it be alright if I took the lab home and brought it back on Tuesday?"

Teacher man "Well unfortunately no! There's a computer program that is only on these computers. So that couldn't do." (imagine a low and SLOW monotone voice)

"Well I could take the zero, since you cancel out the lowest score anyway?

Teacher, "You couldn't reschedule? Maybe take make it up during the day, if you don't work?"

THANK YOU WORK!!!!

"Oh yeah! I work full time during the day, So maybe I could after 5 pm?"

Teacher, "No! There isn't hardly any night classes. That won't work."

"OH! OK Well. . ."

Teacher, "Well I'll just go ahead and exempt you from this lab. I mean it is my fault. So this won't count against you."

"Oh (put on surprised face) OK. Well what should I do with this? (hold out my lab PACKET)"

Teacher, "I'll just go ahead and take it in case I need an extra one."

Thus my story ends with me saying good bye to my dad and walking out of the classroom. And NOT having to do the lab, with no points taken from me!!

Well ttfn (Tigger Language)

Peace.

My Worl Place Experience of Awesome!!!

So there I am at work.

While at work, I trip.

And while at work, when I trip, I trip in the bathroom.

And when I trip in the bathroom at the place of work, I am actually in the stall.

So when I trip in the stall of the bathroom I work, my head magically lands itself in the toilet. . .







bowl.

Annnnd when I trip and my head lands in the toilet bowl of wonder, my







hands reach out to stop myself.

To stop myself from falling.

But when I trip in the Bathroom stall at the place I work, where my head is in the toilet, my

hands accidentally flush the toilet.

When my hands flush the toilet, I give myself what we like to call a swirly.

And so at my workplace, in the toilet, where my head is sopping wet, I come out.

And when I reach the place I like to call my desk, my co-workers ask me what happened.

So I smile sheepishly and respond. . . . . . "Well It just so happens I tripped!"

I believe that my story goes questioned.

However I am very unlikely at this time to say the whole story. . . .

That doesn't hold me back though. For I am a talker! And therefore love to talk and tell stories. . .

I mention how I tripped, then landed in the toilet. . .







bowl of glory, and happen to give myself the

world's best swirly Given to oneself known to man.

The only thing missing. . . ????

The camera for all the world to see and laugh with me/at me.




Now, let me tell you all. . . . This did NOT happen to me. No sir/ma'am. This is what I THOUGHT in my head. And while thinking this in my head, I may have jinxed myself. But no matter, because I laughed my little head off all the same.

So the people at work REALLY asked, "What is so funny?"

And to that, I responded, "Nothing."

Then resumed to what I was doing previously. . . . Which is watching this funny video in my head, hoping it will become real, and laughing. But only laughing on the inside.




Wouldn't this just be so freaking funny. . . I agree! It indeed would. Hence why I thought of this!

Oh down time of my new job, we are BEST FRIENDS and I am in love with thee!!!







Would a girl as cool as me, with THOSE
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SWEEEEEEET shoes REALLY trip herself in the TOILET BOWL, in the BATHROOM, at WORK, and come out with SOAKING WET HAIR??? I doubt it!







PEACE!

Sometimes. . .

Sometimes when I go back and read my blog, yes I read my own blog, I laugh. Sometimes I get embarrassed by what I actually put. I only say sometimes, because I know what I am writing, most times. I only get embarrassed every now and then when I someone has told me they read my blog. I think, "oh man. . . Who are you? What is it you read? What did you think?"

Then I come to my senses and think, "I am really not embarrassed about what I write."

I mean, I don't put tons of personal stuff in here. But I did boast about dates. That makes me wonder, if I am cool enough to have boys read my blog, that you are reading something funny, embarrassing. Yeah!

But want to know a secret!?! I've decided that even if someone does stumble across my blog, it's YOU that is reading ME! SUCKER!!! So basically that says I. Am. Cool. End!!!

Peace.



Ps. I know this is short, however something is better than nothing right???

PsS. . . I HAVE A JOB!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOT!! That means I MAKE money! I no longer am a bum!!! I have a job, however worthless it is. I feel totally useful!