Pip graduates from high school!
I thought this day would never come!
He will be living at home and attending the local community college.
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6/15/12
Graduation
Well, Pip made it through Jr. High and got his "diploma".
This year was difficult for him.
I just hope he gets more responsible, organized, and focused for high school.
Tonight was the Junior High Ice Cream Social.
He and his best friend Sam went, however, they were not warmly welcomed (by questioning) because they already graduated the night before.
They noticed they were the only two graduated eighth graders there!
The social was for the existing and new students coming into the junior high next year.
That was not on the calendar but they had fun anyways despite the miscommunication.
This year was difficult for him.
I just hope he gets more responsible, organized, and focused for high school.
Tonight was the Junior High Ice Cream Social.
He and his best friend Sam went, however, they were not warmly welcomed (by questioning) because they already graduated the night before.
They noticed they were the only two graduated eighth graders there!
The social was for the existing and new students coming into the junior high next year.
That was not on the calendar but they had fun anyways despite the miscommunication.
4/14/12
Talent Show Grade 8
A few weeks ago, my son, now in grade 8, came home and told me he wanted to be in the talent show (scholarship fundraiser) after skipping it for two years.
It was going to be in a couple of weeks.
I asked him what he would do and he said dance.
I asked him what song and how long it was, he told me (something by Owl City) the song was four minutes long. I laughed and told him, first, you really just can't go out and dance without a routine, and second, even on Dancing With the Stars or So You Think You Can Dance, any other dance show, the routines are less than 2 minutes long, more like 90 seconds.
A suggestion made was he be the Old Man again and tell the corny interactive jokes.
So he went to the audition, and paid his $5. fee.
There was a panel, several high school students and a couple of teachers.
One of his jokes was "What is an archaeologists or historians favorite game?"
Answer: The Dating Game.
The high school students did not laugh (no clue) but the teachers who were there did.
He asked if he should take it out, but the teachers, still laughing, insisted he keep it in.
The night of the show, he wobbled out with his cane and crazy wig wearing a suit coat and told his jokes.
He already had a fan base from the other years he did this at the elementary school.
People really laughed at his jokes. "The Dating Game" got the biggest laugh. He delivered them so well.
We were laughing because of the audience reactions/ or nearby comments we were overhearing.
Later on in the show, there was a technical delay, and the MCs said they had some time to tell jokes (moans from the audience) when someone in the audience behind us yelled out, "Bring back the Old Man!"
The show was taped and on our local cable channel so we got to watch it again (and again, etc).
For a few weeks, people would say to us how they enjoyed his performance and laughed when they recalled a few of the jokes he told.
Everyone did really well and it was a very fun night.
It was going to be in a couple of weeks.
I asked him what he would do and he said dance.
I asked him what song and how long it was, he told me (something by Owl City) the song was four minutes long. I laughed and told him, first, you really just can't go out and dance without a routine, and second, even on Dancing With the Stars or So You Think You Can Dance, any other dance show, the routines are less than 2 minutes long, more like 90 seconds.
A suggestion made was he be the Old Man again and tell the corny interactive jokes.
So he went to the audition, and paid his $5. fee.
There was a panel, several high school students and a couple of teachers.
One of his jokes was "What is an archaeologists or historians favorite game?"
Answer: The Dating Game.
The high school students did not laugh (no clue) but the teachers who were there did.
He asked if he should take it out, but the teachers, still laughing, insisted he keep it in.
The night of the show, he wobbled out with his cane and crazy wig wearing a suit coat and told his jokes.
He already had a fan base from the other years he did this at the elementary school.
People really laughed at his jokes. "The Dating Game" got the biggest laugh. He delivered them so well.
We were laughing because of the audience reactions/ or nearby comments we were overhearing.
Later on in the show, there was a technical delay, and the MCs said they had some time to tell jokes (moans from the audience) when someone in the audience behind us yelled out, "Bring back the Old Man!"
The show was taped and on our local cable channel so we got to watch it again (and again, etc).
For a few weeks, people would say to us how they enjoyed his performance and laughed when they recalled a few of the jokes he told.
Everyone did really well and it was a very fun night.
8/31/10
First Day of School
Last year for dd.
ds is now in 7th grade. He keeps on telling me he wants to find a girl friend.
I ask "Why?? What for?" but we have discussions on this topic now since life has gotten so complicated for the youth of today.
I hope they both do well in school as they have in the past.
ds is now in 7th grade. He keeps on telling me he wants to find a girl friend.
I ask "Why?? What for?" but we have discussions on this topic now since life has gotten so complicated for the youth of today.
I hope they both do well in school as they have in the past.
9/14/09
Winkie-pedia
One night my daughter was doing some homework research on the computer.
When she was having a bit of trouble she asked me for help.
My son who was nearby got very excited about helping, but in a serious expert like voice told her to look it up on "Winkie-pedia".
Naturally we all laughed at his creativeness of inventing a new info site.
I laughed the longest and hardest.
He just cracks me up!
When she was having a bit of trouble she asked me for help.
My son who was nearby got very excited about helping, but in a serious expert like voice told her to look it up on "Winkie-pedia".
Naturally we all laughed at his creativeness of inventing a new info site.
I laughed the longest and hardest.
He just cracks me up!
5/10/08
Misheard in NH
It was my husband's birthday last week and we went out to eat.
While in the car, I hear my son singing "It's too late to order fries, is it too late?" He was singing the tune "It's too late to apologize." by Timbaland.
When I told him what the lyrics were, he was a bit stunned.
So the next day -- I went to have a small donut after breakfast only to find the box empty.
I suspected he had the last one.
So I started singing "Who ate the donut/s? Who? who? who? who?" to "Who Let the Dogs Out?" (Baha Men).
He told me not to be so silly. However, he was happily singing it in the bathroom with the door shut while washing his hands.
Good clean fun never hurts anyone.
While in the car, I hear my son singing "It's too late to order fries, is it too late?" He was singing the tune "It's too late to apologize." by Timbaland.
When I told him what the lyrics were, he was a bit stunned.
So the next day -- I went to have a small donut after breakfast only to find the box empty.
I suspected he had the last one.
So I started singing "Who ate the donut/s? Who? who? who? who?" to "Who Let the Dogs Out?" (Baha Men).
He told me not to be so silly. However, he was happily singing it in the bathroom with the door shut while washing his hands.
Good clean fun never hurts anyone.
2/28/08
The Talent Show
My son came home from school with a permission slip for auditioning for the annual talent show.
He begged me to sign it so he could return it.
I asked what his talent was and he said he wanted to dress up as an old man, his character he created, "Mr. Jenkins" and tell a few jokes. He does similiar performances out on the playground because the other children tell me how funny he is as the "old man". He tells me how they laugh.
So I took him to the audition. He wore a gray wig and had a cane. He waddled onto the stage platform exclaiming in a gruff voice as he walked "oh, my aching back", then told his jokes. At the end he then pretended to fall asleep, woke up and said it was time for his nap and shuffled off the stage.
The audience laughed at anything he did. The other children thought he looked so "cool".
He is in the show as he got a participation notice.
The show is in a few weeks so he has to rehearse and perfect his act.
I think I am going to have to get him an agent.
He begged me to sign it so he could return it.
I asked what his talent was and he said he wanted to dress up as an old man, his character he created, "Mr. Jenkins" and tell a few jokes. He does similiar performances out on the playground because the other children tell me how funny he is as the "old man". He tells me how they laugh.
So I took him to the audition. He wore a gray wig and had a cane. He waddled onto the stage platform exclaiming in a gruff voice as he walked "oh, my aching back", then told his jokes. At the end he then pretended to fall asleep, woke up and said it was time for his nap and shuffled off the stage.
The audience laughed at anything he did. The other children thought he looked so "cool".
He is in the show as he got a participation notice.
The show is in a few weeks so he has to rehearse and perfect his act.
I think I am going to have to get him an agent.
2/27/08
The Double Digit Birthday
Came and went. If you read a previous post, my son cried about becoming a "double digit" in age one night as he went to bed.
My son requested a yellow butter cake with fudge frosting.
He added decorations, colorful hokey pokies (jimmies) and his Thomas the Tank cake decorations from his 6th birthday.
I added nine candles since he said he always wanted to be nine.
I saw him counting the candles and he let out a big disapproving "HEY!".
I asked him what was wrong.
He said there were only nine candles but he was ten.
I said, "but you said you wanted to be nine forever so I put nine on."
His reply: " I told you Mommy, I am now nine plus one."
I put the tenth candle on. He was happy.
It was a great birthday. He had a jammy day in a storm and we lost power.
Thank god for birthday candles.
I am changing his name to Peter Pan one of these days.
My son requested a yellow butter cake with fudge frosting.
He added decorations, colorful hokey pokies (jimmies) and his Thomas the Tank cake decorations from his 6th birthday.
I added nine candles since he said he always wanted to be nine.
I saw him counting the candles and he let out a big disapproving "HEY!".
I asked him what was wrong.
He said there were only nine candles but he was ten.
I said, "but you said you wanted to be nine forever so I put nine on."
His reply: " I told you Mommy, I am now nine plus one."
I put the tenth candle on. He was happy.
It was a great birthday. He had a jammy day in a storm and we lost power.
Thank god for birthday candles.
I am changing his name to Peter Pan one of these days.
2/15/08
The Cookie Caper and Catastrophe
Last night, at a small Valentine family ceremony, I gave the children their cards with some money.
And of course and naturally, for some strange reason, my daughter recalled this little tidbit about her younger brother.
Time frame: First Grade
Situation: Students were asked to donate money for winter items for the needy.
I told my son (first grader at the time) to select money from his "account" to donate.
He decided a dollar was enough from his limited funds.
As he leaves for school, I remind him to donate it as soon as he gets there.
When he came home from his bus stop walk, he had chocolate all over his face.
I asked him if he donated his dollar.
He stopped short and was speechless, he did not offer an answer.
Then it came out. Arianna, the girl who still to this day is madly in love with him, swiped the dollar out of his hand and bossily suggested that they spend the dollar and buy a bag of homemade double chocolate chip cookies (also an afterschool fundraiser for another purpose).
So it was done, she spent his donation, and they split the goodies between the two of them.
Yes, and the chocolate evidence on his face said he enjoyed every last bit!
It was all her idea and her fault he did not have the dollar.
I asked why he did not donate the money in the morning when they collect.
No answer to that.
So I ask about this at school and they investigate only to find out that my son was so proud of his dollar and he was showing it off in the bus line when evidently the cookie ploy was concocted and carried out while waiting for the bus.
The next day, I told him he had to donate twice the amount to the needy people.
Naturally he cried like I was telling him to rob the bank.
Well, that is the way the cookie crumbles I told him and reminded him of how delicious his treat was the day before.
My son did not like my daughter dregging up this little piece of "naughty business history".
Such is life.
And of course and naturally, for some strange reason, my daughter recalled this little tidbit about her younger brother.
Time frame: First Grade
Situation: Students were asked to donate money for winter items for the needy.
I told my son (first grader at the time) to select money from his "account" to donate.
He decided a dollar was enough from his limited funds.
As he leaves for school, I remind him to donate it as soon as he gets there.
When he came home from his bus stop walk, he had chocolate all over his face.
I asked him if he donated his dollar.
He stopped short and was speechless, he did not offer an answer.
Then it came out. Arianna, the girl who still to this day is madly in love with him, swiped the dollar out of his hand and bossily suggested that they spend the dollar and buy a bag of homemade double chocolate chip cookies (also an afterschool fundraiser for another purpose).
So it was done, she spent his donation, and they split the goodies between the two of them.
Yes, and the chocolate evidence on his face said he enjoyed every last bit!
It was all her idea and her fault he did not have the dollar.
I asked why he did not donate the money in the morning when they collect.
No answer to that.
So I ask about this at school and they investigate only to find out that my son was so proud of his dollar and he was showing it off in the bus line when evidently the cookie ploy was concocted and carried out while waiting for the bus.
The next day, I told him he had to donate twice the amount to the needy people.
Naturally he cried like I was telling him to rob the bank.
Well, that is the way the cookie crumbles I told him and reminded him of how delicious his treat was the day before.
My son did not like my daughter dregging up this little piece of "naughty business history".
Such is life.
1/25/08
Birthday Tears
I put my son to bed the other night.
I left and heard sniffling.
I went back and asked him what was the problem.
He cried harder and then blurted out . . .
"I don't want to be a double digit!"
His birthday is next month and he will be 10.
Poor kid, aging before his time.
I bet he has a Happy Birthday whether he is 10 or not.
I left and heard sniffling.
I went back and asked him what was the problem.
He cried harder and then blurted out . . .
"I don't want to be a double digit!"
His birthday is next month and he will be 10.
Poor kid, aging before his time.
I bet he has a Happy Birthday whether he is 10 or not.
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