Showing posts with label bad things. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bad things. Show all posts

Manic Monday

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Name two things you consider yourself to be very good at: cooking is one of my strong points even if I don't always cook every night. I don't know if this counts as something I'm good at or not but seeing beauty in things that aren't necessarily beautiful like an old abandoned house or graffiti.

Name two things you consider yourself to be bad at: gardening. Everytime I try to spruce up our surroundings with flowers I manage to kill them. I either waterlog them or don't water them enough or maybe it's to much sun- not enough. The other thing I'm bad at is dodging potholes. If there's a hole to be hit you can bet I've hit it and MANY times.

Name one thing not many people know about you: If you're a close friend of mine then there isn't anything you don't already know. I'm pretty much an open book. For my blog friends however I think I could share... this.

The school year was 1982- 83. I was in 8th grade. The spacious room we were in was divided into two classrooms by a bulletin board. Our teacher was up front teaching Social Studies, I think, when I decided I had something to say to my friend. She was sitting in the next row talking to someone else and I couldn't get her attention.

In the minutes that followed I not only got my friend's attention but BOTH classrooms at one time. I could feel it coming on, pressure building. Still, I'm trying to tap my friend's left shoulder. One last attempt. Before. I BURRRRPPPPED out loud. It was the longest burp I had ever let out in my life. Naturally I put my head into my folded arms at my desk and laughed, red faced until I was out of breath. The whole place was a riot in laughter. The teacher however wasn't as amused as everyone else and said, "Who did that?"

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