If you’re new around here, confessions is a time for us to all unburden ourselves of the silliness we’re feeling at the moment. I share dumb things, then you share dumb things, and we all have a better day because of it. Let’s get started!
Sometimes when I’m chopping firewood or making kindling, the ax will alllllmost chop the piece of wood in half. But a tiny bit will still be holding it together.
It’s in those moments that I pretend I’m Captain America and I rip them apart with my hands.
Bennett has been enjoying trying the different school lunches this year. And since they’re free to all students, I’m loving not packing lunches. We’ll look at the menu the night before and he decides if he wants a packed lunch or school lunch the next day.
One night I told him the next day’s lunch was a chicken drumstick and he was very enthusiastic to try it. Well, he came home the next day and announced quite loudly, “that was NOT ice cream”.
For non-US readers, a Drumstick ice cream is a sugar cone that has a chocolate coating on the inside, a scoop of vanilla on top and then covered in chocolate shell and peanuts. It’s delicious and absolutely would have been an amazing lunch.
There is a property near us with a giant pond. It’s probably an acre or so, but I’m terrible at estimating those kinds of things. So just picture a giant giant pond.
Recently, we drove by it and all but a little water in the pond was GONE. This has never been a seasonal pond, and right now there is enough rain to maintain it anyway.
So, WHERE DID THE WATER GO? Where? Did they drain it, and if so, into what? The amount of water in this pond would have caused notable flooding if it was diverted. It would have taken hundreds of tanker trunks to pump this water out.
WHERE IS THE WATER?!
I firmly believe that every meal of the day has a highlight. For instance, if your breakfast has a piece of bacon with it, the highlight is obviously that bacon. I call those items the “dessert”. There are breakfast desserts, lunch desserts, and dinner desserts. And I always save those components to eat last.
It confuses Troy so much because he questions what if I’m full by the time I get to the “dessert”. I eat each component on my plate until it is gone, and then move onto the next. But I’m excellent at knowing how much of everything I will want when I dish up. There is always room for my “dessert”.
People who spit on the high school track need to be publicly shamed. It’s not grass; the weather will not just “absorb” your spit, you disgusting, disgusting human.
One of my favorite teachers ever was a long-term substitute we had in 7th grade. Every day she would draw a face on the board with a smile, flat line mouth, frowny face, mad face, etc. She basically invented emoji before they were cool.
And she told us early on in her substituting run with us that the face on the board was her mood for the day and we were expected to act accordingly. And if we didn’t, then we only had ourselves to blame for getting into trouble.
I.Freaking.Loved.This. I always knew where we stood with her. I knew the days we could be a little sillier, and the days we needed to be quiet and focused. I wish we all walked around with an indicator emoji on our shirts that showed our true feelings.