tell us a story

young boys "Tell us a story"they begged, myself "No not today". young boys "Tell us a story", myself "today is not a story kind of day". young boys "tell us a story". myself- I look at all the boys wanting a story, there must have been 6 or 8 of them. age 8 to 10 years old 3rd and 4th graders. As I looked at them I say "OK, today I will tell you a story". I step closer to the table, as did all the boys. I lower my head, and my voice. I start:
Once apon a time in a land...I lower my voice even more, far far away, I look at each boy standing - leaning into the table. I continue "there was a boy,again I look each boy in the eye, "who lived in a town much like the one we live in. He would not eat his fruit, as I look at the container of peaches on the table, and back at the boys, who themselves look at the peaches, You know what happened to this boy? I asked, they all said no, now waiting for the the word.. I said it, yes I said the word. You know what happened to this boy? he could not go poop. The boys all look at each other, and back at me, that's right I said he could not poop, so if you don't want to be like that boy, eat your fruit. The one way to remember is story I told them was that fruit and poop rhyme so eat your fruit and you can poop. Now take some fruit and get to your tables. They all get some peaches on their plates and head off to their tables, each whispering to each other, "she said poop" hehehe

Baptism

Is it the water? or the place? or is it what happens to you? I know that God wants us to be like him, and when we love God, we want to tell the world about it. The way we do this is to be baptised. AI is going to be baptised this Easter. Now my daughter and her family go to 2 different churches. One is on Saturday and one on Sunday. Easter is on Sunday, April 4th, 2010.
When I ask Ai if she she was ready, she said "oh yes and some day I am going to be baptised in "our" church.

im glad iam a boy.

iam glad iam a boy, said Trenton today as he was waiting in my office for his grandmother to get off work, she is a co-worker, really iam her boss. any way on fridays he come over after school. school gets out at12noon on fridays. another co-worker picks him up from the elementary school, because grandma is working at the middle school across campus.
trenten has become very comfortable with all the ladies that work in the cafeteria. I have know him from day one, now he is in 1st grd. The ladies give him cookies, milk, juice, gummy bears, or any other food item that they have saved for him. He now ask for the food item that he wants, and will take most anything if want he has asked for is not available.
today he wanted m&m cookie and juice, sorry only cho-chip or coconut cookies today, fine with a long sigh.
Iam glad iam boy, oh? i say and why is that? that way i dont have to get my tummy cut open. really? and why do girls have to get their tummies cut open? i ask, now turning from the computer and looking at him setting in the other office chair, oh you know, to have babies and stuff like that. oh, I say again with a little relief, ya it would be lucky to be a boy, ya he repeats, and than, says really, iam just lucky any way.

Some people die

people die, some people never live. Today I heard that someone that I went to school with passed away in her sleep. When this happened people seem to want to get together, why don't we get together when we are all living?school reunion is in April. I plan to go, why, the same as others, because I have not taken the time to get together when they were all living. So busy living we don't keep in touch.

going potty

one day when I was at my daughter's house watching my grandkids; Ei told me she had to go potty. Ei is 2 and in the midst of toilet training, so i was excited to help her learn and get to be the praiser. Ei tried to get her little brother, Bi, to go potty also, but he just walked off. she keep trying to convince him to come with her to the bathroom and sit on the little potty. i told Ei that Bi did not have to go potty and to let him just play. she wanted to know why he did not need to go, and I said "because he is a boy!" Ei turned and looked at him and said "a boooooooy?!" in a long drawn out voice, I then told her that Bi will not be ready to go potty for a long time. Later as I told Ci(my daughter)about the day, and the potty story, she said "Mom! the right answer is because he is still a baby" oh right, and that too.

My First Day

Well, i don't have anything profound right now to say...