Mcgilla’s Weblog

I have this friend here at school who is my baseball buddy…. pretty much our entire relationship is based around baseball… except that he loves the cubs almost as much as I love the cardinals. Anyway this evening i sent him this message on myspace: (oh yeah and today’s his birthday)

Subject: 19 – 5???

holy cow! happy birthday to you?? I was hoping you’d lose so we could have 1st alone… guess we’ll have to wait and see who’ll be on top at the end of the weekend

at the exact same time he sent me this as a comment

our offense is rocking, y’all need to watch out

we routed the Brew Crew tonight 19-5…

yes, that was not a typo…19-5.
) happy birthday to me!

How weird is that??? I laughed so hard i nearly peed. best thing to happen all day.

yesterday after i ate dinner, I was walking back to my room and three of my guy friends were playing catch out in the yard.  My friend Amy and I sat and watched them and talked to them for a few minutes when Mings, our dorm pastor, came out and announced a game of kickball was pending.  I thought to myself… a nice relaxing game of kickball would be great… right.

As soon as the game started, i turned into, “serious kickball player girl”  I was coaching, cheering, screaming, running around… in the final inning, we were down 9-2, i was on first base with 2 outs.  After two pitched balls, I had decided that it was up to me to get the momentum going out way… so i decided i was running with the pitch and i was taking 3rd.   As soon as the pitcher wound up, i was off, i didn’t even look where the ball was kicked and headed toward third…. it was pretty much right there, so they went to throw me out…. luckily playing third was the girl that can’t catch so even though the throw was WAY ahead of me, the ball got away and I scored.  It started a pretty good rally.  We still ended up losing 9-8…. but it was my aggressive to the point of reckless base running that got us back in the game…. and had the sun stayed up long enough for another inning…. or if the kickball wasn’t blue… i’m pretty sure we would have pulled out the victory.  No thanks to mings… who struck out…. seriously!  In kickball, a K.   Terrible.

Ryan:  Miss Kristi check out my huge fart!!

Me: Excuse me?????

Ryan: look, i made a huge fart!!

Me:  I’m not sure that i can look at that, and i KNOW i don’t want to

Ryan: no really come with me

I finally went with him, and he showed me where he had found a spare bottle of sunblock in the yard and had squeezed it all out into one big pile…. thus his huge fart….

Levi was struggling to remember how to spell “jackets” I soon overheard him singing this to the tune of if you’re happy and you know it

J-A-C-K-E-T-S    Ja-a kets…… it was adorable

Austin:  Hey Miss Kristi, If I lay down will you do a surgery on me?

Me:  WHAT???

Austin:  I’ll lay down and you pretend to do surgery.

Me: ummmm….. ok…..

We then did a mock heart transplant…. and after i stapled him up i told him to hold his chest when he coughed to make sure he didn’t pop open the staples cuz then all his insides would fall out…. all the other kids thought it was fantastic and then everyone wanted a surgery…. who knew surgery was so much fun.

Last but not least…. I put Ryan in timeout when we went outside because he was being loud and bothering people in the hallway.  There were a few others who went straight to the time out spot when we got outside… but ryan sulked and wouldn’t go.  I finally got him to set down, but he told me this:

Yeah well you know what Miss Kristi, I didn’t sit because i’m so mad at you

me: well i’m sorry you’re mad, but you see ryan if you don’t want to be in timeout, all you have to do is be quiet in the hall.  So it’s up to you, and the quicker you sit quiet, the quicker you can go play.

Ryan:  yeah well i’m so mad I’m gonna throw the whole playground at you

Me: wow, the whole playground? that would make you REALLY strong

Ryan: yeah well i am

Zack: no your not.  (to me) no he isn’t

ryan: ZACK!!!!

Zack: well you’re not

Ryan: (turning red because he’s so mad)

Me:(turning red because i’m trying so hard not to laugh)

shocking, i know. But maybe a bit more than usual i’ll share a few of my rambling thoughts

The other day i was sitting in my chair, and out of nowhere began to sing my school song…. from elementary school. I haven’t heard it since 5th grade.

i’ve realized my hair is really long. I keep shutting it in car doors. And sometimes, it wraps around my arm and gets caught in my armpit… i don’t remember that every happening to me ever…. but it does now, and it hurts.

I painted yesterday… it’s supposed to be these kind of mod flowers…. today i feel like they might look a bit like boobs…. oops.  What do you think… flowers?  say flowers

Last night i was sitting and realized that i used to be able to cup my hands and whistle… I’ve been trying since then, but i can’t do it…. the summer between 8th and 9th grade i was super good at it…. i don’t know what happened.

i just found out that once a week at summer camp for the YMCA the kids can do archery…. ARCHERY!!! i feel like this is NOT safe. Liza (my boss) is having 2-3 of the summer staff to train to teach it… i REALLY want to be one of these people….. I know what you’re thinking… NOT a good idea…. but wait!!! Don’t you think the girl who already thinks it’s a bad idea would be the perfect to teach it…. she might not be coordinated, but she’s already SUPER cautious! PLUS… In 6th grade Paul Roberts took me to Nilo farms (with the 5th and 6th grade ss class) and I shot skeet while i was there…. so i have experience shooting dangerous things without trauma.

I have a new punishment for my kindergarteners that maybe i should re-think….. they’ve been off the walls this week, so instead of taking the easy way out and having play time (a reward) I’ve been making them sit and do nothing fun…. in other words, they write their numbers to 100 or their alphabet a couple times….. i caught it today when they were being noisy in line to go outside and i said, Ok, i guess everyone wants to write the alphabet 3 times, and the whole crowd screamed NNOOOO!!! and was immediately silent…. sure it works to get them to mind…. but am i teaching them that numbers and letters suck??

I really want to like chocolate milk. I think it sounds and looks so amazing…. i even crave it sometimes. But i hate it. I’ve tried several times to drink it with enjoyment…. no dice. It doesn’t make sense to me…. I LOVE milk…. and i LOVE chocolate… it should be a heavenly marriage… but i hate it. frown.

In conclusion…. i might be crazy.

Today at the Y we made cootie catchers… you remember those paper things you fold and put colors on the outside and numbers on the inside and it tells you your fortune…. i’m not describing this very well… i should post a picture…. Well anyway I made about 8 of them today because all the kids wanted one… but i cut them off after that and said more people could have some tomorrow.

anywayz… i had the kids pick what phrases they wanted to put into their cootie catchers…. (we always used to do things like, you smell like poop, you are cool…. yadda yadda… my kids’ were WAY better)  some of my favorites:

You eat dirt…. Just Kidding!

you wear frilly dresses (which was a compliment to the girl that made it, but made the boys really mad)

there’s a flower pot on your head, April fools!

you love your mom and i love my mom

you have a huge head like a giant hunk of bologna

and my personal favorite

KABOOM!!!! on your head

If i could just step inside some of their heads for five min…. oh man.

My whataburger experience started a little something… Ron blogged a rebuttal Cleveland stlye… It was super great. But he thought i was declaring war, which a clearly wasn’t….. just sharing a good time…. he did take back his attack so we’re good friends again. However… this got me thinking, it would be really fun to picture post some of our favorite food…. so here is my challenge… eat your favorite food… take some pictures… send a link… then we can all benefit from your favorites too…. good luck!

ps

wallet: found…. girl from work called me late last night to tell me she found it in stuff packed in her car.  I picked it up after church this afternoon… and the whataburger was on the way home.

The other night, i discovered that Ron has a bit of a fascination with whataburger….. not wanting to be one to disappoint, i thought i’d document my latest wataburger experience for him…. here ya go Mr. Woods, enjoy.

the good sized drink, in a Styrofoam cup… tapered to fit the cup holders… notice the legendary  orange stripes (sorry it’s backwards, i couldn’t fix it.)

I know it’s shocking… but that burger is the size of my face… they don’t call it whataburger for nothin.

getting ready for some tasty goodness…. (original whataburger with cheese, dry (no mustard))  And i removed the pickles after i got back.

here is goes….

mmmmm that sure is good

rats… foiled again…. i’m stuffed, and i didn’t even make it to the fries…. Whataburger, you win…. again.

I think i’ve lost my wallet… I had it at the park for a work thing this morning.  By the time I left the Y that afternoon I couldn’t find it.  I checked the stuff we loaded on the YMCA bus… and I went back to the park and dug through the trash bags and boxes in the dumpster…. (there were bees and maggots everywhere)  No dice.  there was a bunch of stuff that i loaded into another worker’s truck… i left her some messages but so far i don’t know if she has it or not.  In my wallet is all my cash (not much) my debit card, insurance and driver’s license. I can’t prove who i am… i can’t get onto my hall… I have an 1/8 tank of gas, no money and no way of getting money.

Last night i had a dream that i had a urinary tract infection and I had to pee like every 10 min.  It was super annoying.  Well the last time i used the facilities in my dream, i actually got to the peeing part….. I woke up peeing.  I didn’t ACTUALLY wet the bed because the sheets stayed dry… i just needed a change of clothes.  I’m about to graduate from college and i’m apparently still a bed wetter.

It’s been kinda a rough week for me…. On Wednesday I woke up feeling a little icky, but got up and got ready for class.  I’m almost out the door, brushing my teeth, and i did a little “too good” of a job, and while brushing the back of my tongue i gagged myself and threw up.  by the time i was finished and re-brushed my teeth, i was too late to class to make it…. grrr.  I had even gotten up early enough to fix my hair and wear a dress to class…. cute day wasted.

So in review, this week I…. threw up and wet the bed.