Of Silly Bands and Packing...

So. As I write this, I am staring at my room of crap that has somehow accumulated over the last 22 years. AND it all has to leave. Preferably by tomorrow. Let's be honest, it won't happen. BUT. In excellent news, I know hold the keys to my apartment and I can move in tomorrow. This is even greater news to my brother who's moving into my room (nothing says love like going out and getting paint swatches the day after I put the deposit on my apartment).

Here's the question: What in the world do you do with all this stuff? I mean..you just feel guilty throwing things away like trophies and American Girl Dolls...but it's not like they go with my decor. SO. Instead of tackling this issue, I am writing this blog.

Today was also the first day of good old Camp Kearney. It rained. A kid slapped me. An incident report was filed. Chalk it up as a win. BUT despite that, it was a good day and tomorrow's crazy hat day, so you can't go wrong...unless a kid decides they want to punch me this time.

ALSO. SILLY BANDS! They are my life. I am in intense competition to see who can get the most. So far I'm in the lead with 4. Keep in mind that until lunchtime today I had none (unless you count my broken stegosaurus (THANKS MEL)). ALSO bear in mind that I originally got a loaf of bread and a mini-van and somehow managed to trade around until I ended up with a seahorse, turtle, giraffe and penguin. LIFE IS GOOD.

Claire

Some Things to Consider:

1. The Bachelorette: I will be the first to admit that I am shamelessly addicted. BUT, this kid on their went and got a tattoo symbolizing their relationship. Not only was it extraordinarily uncomfortable to watch, but COME ON! You are one of 11 guys, and now you are stuck with a tattoo because she is not going to choose you because of the INTENSE creepy factor that brings about. EEK. Case and Point: We all saw what happened to L.C. on The HIlls, no body wants to try and turn a J (as in Jason) into an L. Don't get relationship tattoos, it never ends well.

2. Conversation my sister's pack had today:
Kid 1: Miss Haley, are you married?
Haley: No..I'm to young to get married!
Kid 1: NO! I know tons of people your age married!
Haley: Well, who am I supposed to marry?
Kid 1: Some boy I don't know...
Haley: Oooh, well. Who's your wife then?
Kid 1: I don't have one!
Kid 2: When I have a girlfriend, I want her to be a robot girl, so we can smash buildings together.
Kid 3: When I have a boyfriend, I want him to be named Jackson
Kid 4: Sometimes you can chose your boyfriend's name, Teila!
Kid 5: Well, I just want a really pretty girlfriend.
Kid 6: I don't really care what they look like, I just want them to be nice on the inside.

6 year olds are so hilarious, much funnier than my 10 year olds, but I don't have to tie 10 year olds shoes and they don't try to sit on my lap when it's 1.8 million degrees either. SO. I live vicariously through Haley's stories.