My Sunburn

For those of you that know me reasonably well will know that I sunburn VERY easily. So let me give you the five "Ws." [but not the "H" (I felt that the "H" was unnecessary because it would have been the same as "why"]

Who: Me (the very white kid)
Where: St. Paul MN, at Cascade Bay Water park
When: The middle of August (2009) for five hours
What: A sunburn that rated in the second degree ("normal" sunburns are usually first degree)
Why: I didn't put on ANY sunscreen for those five hours

It blistered on my shoulders, which made it very painful to even wear a T-shirt! All this happened because I was at my grandparent's house for a week for "Camp Grandpa." We were helping with their church's VBS which was that week. One evening after my blisters had developed, I was watching/playing with some of the 3rd graders (I was wearing my shirt!) when a wild little girl (I won't mention any names) jumped from behind, grabbing my shoulders and essentially ripping open my blisters. I ran to the bathroom to see the extent of the damage (it hurt so bad I was crying in there). There were big spaces of raw, exposed skin on both shoulders (it wasn't pretty). Anyway, Pictures!

At the water park, getting fried.

Eating watermelon (notice how close in color I am to the watermelon)

Well, you get the picture (literally!)

New name. :(

Well, a higher authority told me I had to change my bog's name. :(
I guess it's okay, it's not like it was the best name in the blogger world.

Wait a second....

"Lt. stands for lint, right?"

-Isaac, while doing his math.

Reminisces From K - 2nd

Yup, that's me.

I was remembering some things that happened when I was in kindergarten. Oh, like the time I punched a kid in the nose. I did it because the teacher said that the younger kids needed to be in the front of the line so we didn't get separated form the group. Well, there were kids that were in kindergarten through second grade in that group. And the kid I punched was in the front of the line. AND, he was in SECOND grade. But I was supposed to be in the front, not him. I think I told him to let me get in front of him. But he didn't like that! So, I punched him in the nose (he was born premature, I think, so I was as big as him)!

Then there was "Future Friday" that year. That's the day that everyone dresses up as what they want to be in the future (we also had Twin Tuesday, Freaky Friday, etc.). Anyway, I wanted to be the President! So, I went to school in my suit! My friends "drove" me around in my "limo" at recess.

I also remember that in the second grade I was so proud of my automatic pencil (I think I was the only one in my class that had one). I also remember that when I finished my goals ahead of time, my teacher let me help some of the younger kids with their Social Studies (history) reading (I was a pretty good reader at that time).

At school, we got "Green Dot awards." You could use them to get all sorts of things. My friend and I often used ours to get an extra 15 min. after lunch to play pattern blocks!

Well, that's enough reminiscing for now. Here's a couple more pictures I scanned from year books (there's a lot of them! I think all the older girls on the yearbook committee thought I was cute of something!) ;)

Me and my Pre-K teacher, Mrs. Marconi, at the awards banquet.

Andy and I picking up trash.

Bar Jokes!

Just some good bar jokes:

1. A millionaire, a bum, and a drunk are at a bar. When they get their beers, they notice a fly in each mug. The millionaire politely asks the bartender for another beer, then proceeds to sip it. The bum spills out just enough to get rid of the fly and quaffs the rest. It's now the drunk's turn. He sticks his hand into the beer, grabs the fly by the wings, and shouts, "Spit it out! Spit it out!"

2. Three vampires walk into a bar (they didn't see it). "What can I get ya?" asks the bartender.

"Blood," orders the first vampire.

"Make it two," says the second.

The bartender looks at the third. "What about you, buddy?"

"Plasma," says the vampire.

"Okay," replies the barman. "Let me make sure I've got this straight. Two bloods and a blood light."

3. An Irishman walks out of a bar... it could happen.

I was telling my dad that I should start a blog, but I needed a name for it. Out of blew he said, "Puke on the Table!" I thought that was great! There is some very small, simple story about it, but unfortunately I can't remember what is was! So I will try to have that for you soon.


"Writing with a broken pencil is pointless."
Ben Ng