It's RaNDoM THouGHT TueSDaY!
Go on over to Keely's at The Unmom and link up. You'll like it. You really will!
* I was walking out of the high school the other day as some kids were walking in.
One genius turned to the other and asked,
"How long has this school been imposed?"
Did he mean "When was this school built?"
Or did he really mean, "In what year did the government mandate that children attend school?"
Well for that kid's info:
Colorado became a state in 1876 and holy cow, it wasn't until 1889 that the government decide that kids couldn't self-smart themselves and enacted Compulsory School Attendance.
Twelve years ago is when the high school was "imposed" on this particular area.
* Garrett is getting his wisdom teeth removed over Thanksgiving break.
Don't feel sorry for him.
He hates Thanksgiving food.
He doesn't like the texture - it's soft and boring.
He may be liking soft and boring this year!
Being the accomodating hostess, I always ask him what his favorite Thanksgiving foods are so we can include them on the menu.
He always says, "Chinese food."
I ignore him, so I guess I'm not that accomodating.
* The other night at dinner,
Garrett announced this year's summer job.
(Let's remember that Garrett was a lifeguard last year - perfect summer job and that he is currently employed with a very impressive, resume worthy job right now.)
G: "I know what I'm going to do next summer."
Me: "Do next summer? What do you mean?"
G: "I know what my summer job is going to be!"
G: "A DAYTRADER! Isn't that perfect? They let monkeys trade and they did better than economists."
Me: "What are you saying? You're a monkey?"
Lest you think he isn't serious, he has opened an Ameritrade account (after researching other online trading houses) and has contacted one of our friends who is a trader and arranged to go to his office to see how he works.
Heaven help me!
* While chewing on one Slim Jim, he holds another over his head and prepares to launch it at me like a missile.
G: "Mom, have a Slim Jim."
Me: "No thanks."
G: "Why not?"
Me: "They are disgusting!"
G: "Why am I the only one who likes them? They are yummy umbilical cords."
Ewwww........Now, not only do I NEVER want to taste one, I never want to see one.
* In case you don't have teenage boys,
Garrett and Parker "reserved" their copy last week by paying CASH.
In a fit of responsibility, they even saved the receipt in pristine condition.
They left the house at 11 PM and went to the store where they were 131st in line.
Garrett said there were about 300 other
I guess it's akin to girls going to the midnight showing of New Moon.
Well, I'm off to consume a greasy chocolate twist donut.