November 2, 2005
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All right! So I had a pretty productive day. Spent a couple hours researching for my next paper due on Monday. 6-8 pages. Between that time I have over 150 pages to read and 3 other assignments.
NOOOOO PROBLEMO!!!
Right.
I also managed to get my fat butt off the couch and work out. I signed up for a scrapbooking week-end retreat, put away some more Halloween decorations, and helped my family study for their last day of classroom diving instruction. <boo hoo hoo>.
Right now they are off, went to class then took Squirt to her RE classes. So…. that means I have time to blog with no interference!! HOOORAY!!
Unfortunately, I don’t have anything to say. I think my brain is turning to mush, just like our pumpkins did. We didn’t carve them till Saturday, and by yesterday, they were moldy, slimy and liquidy — <insert disguted attitude here>. The wonders of a humid climate!
So… I think I will take my mush brain and go start another book. I FINALLY finished Atlantis Found. Very Good, enjoyed it immensely. I haven’t had a lot of time for just pleasure reading of course, but I really would like to squeeze some in. I can only read so much on Theories of Human Learning and the Teacher as Action Researcher, before my head hits the table and the drool begins to form.
So, I’m off to find something to do but I will leave you with a little joke, my sister sent me some good ones. Here’s one:
DATING IN 1957
It was summer of 1957 and Harold goes to pick up his date, Connie Sue.
Harold’s a pretty hip guy with his own car and a ducktail hairdo.
When he goes to the front door, Connie Sue’s father answers and invites him in.
“Connie Sue’s not ready yet, so why don’t you have a seat?” he says.
That’s cool. Connie Sue’s father asks Harold what they are planning to do.
Harold replies politely that they will probably just go to the malt shop or to a drive- in movie.
Connie Sue’s father responds, “Why don’t you kids go out and screw? I hear all the kids are doing it.”
Naturally this comes as quite a surprise to Harold and he says, “Whaaaat?”
“Yeah,” says Connie Sue’s father, “We know Connie Sue really likes to screw. Why, she’d screw all night if we let her!”
Harold’s eyes light up and he smiles from ear to ear. Immediately, he has revised the plans for the evening.
A few minutes later, Connie Sue comes downstairs in her little poodle skirt with her saddle shoes, and announces that she’s ready to go. Almost breathless with anticipation, Harold escorts his date out the front door while Dad is saying, “Have
a good evening kids,” with a small wink for Harold.
About 20 minutes later, a thoroughly disheveled Connie Sue rushes back into the house, slams the door behind her and screams at her father:”Dammit Daddy! The Twist. It’s called the Twist.”
Comments (2)
Funny joke!
BTW, the titles of the books you are reading for your masters degree just gave me a headache! I could just imagine the dryness of the words inside the books itself. Good luck. I’m beginning to figure out where the brain cloud could be coming from though…I’m thinking information overload!!
that was great… lol