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Since I haven’t posted in what feels like a long time I compliled a list of some unconnected thoughts and instances for this blog.

President George

Yesterday was, as you may know, Presidents’ Day. The kindergarteners were discussing which president we would be talking about today. 

“I know who!” one little girl said.

“Which president do you think we will be talking about?” I asked her.

Very sure of herself, she answered, “George Clooney.”

I, for one, would be tuning in for those speeches.

Married to the state

The other day after Sunday school service at the Elevation supper, I overheard a woman with a two year old talking about how she was entering the Mrs. Colorado contest.  She was a very pretty woman, but seriously? I loath those things. Isn’t enough they make women in their early 20s go through that for scholarships? Now, women married with children must be judged for money. It was very hard for to fake enthusasium for her. It sounds embarrasing to me. What’s next Grandma Colorado. Come out, come out and be judged all ye hot grannies.

Just say “No.”

Word of the day:

poop horn : a co-worker’s proclaimed “nice way” to say fart when she was a child. How to use it: Please keep your poop horns in the bathroom.

A very moving video:

Click here for it!

You have a horse throat and you’re doped up on Dayquil. It’s 5:30 p.m. and your 4-ear old class wants to hear “Skippyjon Jones.” (An adorable story about a Siamese cat who wants to be Chihuahua who fights banditos and talks like Speedy Gonzales.)

What do you do?

You know you really love kids if you suck up the horse voice and read the book, full on bandito fighting, bean loving cat.

By the way, everyone must read Skippyjon and embrace your own inner Antonio Banderes.