Bizzy

I'm proud to say that I'm almost genuinely busy. I've never really meant the true meaning before, and I'm sure I'll be thinking the same thing in High School when I have about three more hours of homework than I do now, have a million clubs, and still want to sleep sometimes.

But I'm happy I'm doing stuff besides school. Piano, youth group, and hopefully soon acapella if that ever gets organized. I liked doing that last year.

I'm excited for art class to maybe start soon. I really hope they make the obvious descion. I really hope they actually choose a teacher.

This is much funner than homework. Even though it is homework. Mrs. W. said I could do this instead of journal. It seems less like an assigned thing that way. It's much faster than writing too.

I really like all my teachers. I always have. There was only one year (second grade) I had a really bad teacher. I hope she's not still teaching becaue she slapped kids and called them stupid, told them to shut up, called them retarded, and even pushed a kid down the stairs once. Uhh. I'm so glad my teachers aren't like that. They're so nice!

I like Ms. A. a lot. And Ms. K, and Ms. W, and all of them! I like it because I feel like I'm being pushed harder already. Which is a really good thing. Instead of the yeah, your kid is learning montessori grades (which I have nothing against for elementary classes), they're doing actual letter grades and percents this year. I think that's really good for me, to see it in numbers and precents instead of 'yes, you did your best' or 'yeah you tried' check marks. But smiley faces and checks and good jobs are still happily accepted and devoured, just so you know.

But yeah.

I'm not sure what to say next. How about some jokes. I've got some good ones. In my opinion anyway. You will most likely think they're stupid.

What do you get when you drop a piano down a mine shaft?
A flat miner.

When do you get when you drop a piano over a military base?
A flat major.

What kind of pants do the Mario brothers wear?
denimdenimdenim.

Why can't Hellen Keller drive?
Because she's DEAD!

What do you get when you throw a grenade in a French bathroom?
Linoleum Blownapart.

What did one snowman say to the other?
Ahh, smells like carrots.

What's blackandwhiteandblackandwhiteandblackandwhiteandblackandwhite?
A penguin rolling down a hill.

What's black and white laughing?
The little penguin who pushed him.

Why did the monkey fall out of the tree?
Because he was DEAD!

Why did the second monkey fall out of the tree?
He was laughing at the first monkey.

Why did the third monkey fall out of the tree?
Peer pressure.

Okay that's enough. For now.

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Where does a general keep his armies?

































In his sleevies!

Three on Thursday (totally stole that title idea from Mrs. W... sorry!)

1)  I have an awesome pun.  Well, it's knot as awesome as it wood have been yesterday, but still.  May fourth be with you.   You have to say it aloud.I'm reading this book, The Phantom Tollbooth, which is chock-full of puns. The watchdog (he keeps track of time), the mountains of ignorance, the island of conclusions (you get there by jumping)... love it!

2)  We have a field trip tomorrow.  There is a naturalization ceremony at the courthouse downtown tomorrow, and my class gets to sing God Bless America and The Star Spangled Banner!  We get to dress up fancy!

3)  Girl Scout camping this weekend!  Getting better at packing, didn't bring ANYTHING extra except for extra socks.  All in one backpack. 
The brownies and daisies are coming though, all energetic, bouncy, talkitive people.  Yay.

Grandma & Papa

Right now grandma and grandpa are here.

Right now I am roasting inside the awesome new jacket that I don't want to take off.

Right now it is really raining.  Really. Raining. Hard.

Right now I can hear the dishwasher running.

Right now Abigail and grandma are playing the game where cars have houses and talk and run ice cream shops.

Right now I am missing the parade.  It's March 4th.

Right now I am taking off the jacket.

Joke

So, this chicken goes to the library.  He comes over the librarian and says, "buck, buck, buck" (what chickens say).  the librarian gives him 3 books.

The chicken goes away and comes back a few minutes later with nothing.  He again says to the librarian, "buck, buck, buck."  So, the librarian gives it 3 books.

The chicken goes away again and still comes back with nothing.  It says the same thing, "buck, buck, buck."  By now, the librarian is getting suspicious, so he follows the chicken outside, across the road of course, and to a pond.  The chicken presents the books to a toad and the toad says, "readdit, readdit, readdit."

If you don't get it, I'll have to tell it to you in person.  My new favorite joke.