In church this morning, this conversation happened:
Pastor: “What can God do that we can’t?”
Kid #1: “Work.”
Pastor: “What kind of work can God do that we can’t?”
Kid #2: “Make things!”
Pastor: “What things?”
Kid #1: “Um… Trees?”
Kid #2: “Elephants.”
Kid #3: “Toilets!”
No prizes for guessing that the pastor wasn’t expecting that.
In a hurry to get ready for my next class, I *almost* mistook a glue stick for my lip balm.
Let’s just say it’s a very good thing that I have a keen sense of smell.
As I was walking through the corridor to the library, one of my Y10 students smiled and said, “See you later’ alligator!”
I stopped her and asked if she knew the difference between an alligator and a crocodile.
Three Y3 girls nearby listened with interest.
“Not really,” she said, “What is it?”
I answered with a grin, “One will see you later, and one will see you in a while.”
She rolled her eyes and groaned, and then one of the younger girls said, very loudly, “I don’t get it.”
“Yeah!” said one of her friends. “That’s a dumb joke.”
The third little girl, with a look of grave admonition on her face, said, “Teachers shouldn’t tell jokes when it sounds like they’re going to teach you something good.”
That’s me. Failing since 1.05pm today.
My office buddy just called someone on the phone and said, “Hello, I’d like to order 16 brains, please…”
She got a little distracted when I laughed and asked who they were for.
Three Prep girls are playing “school” in the library.
“Stop laughing and draw some socks!”
Too cute.
Student essay “Quote of the Day”: “The wealthy people in ‘Pride and Prejudice’ have big houses, expensive horses and carriages, and big balls.”
I’m still laughing.
I was in the auditorium setting up for tonight’s performance with Ryan, our sound and lighting guy.
Ryan went out to get some dinner while I kept working.
5.39PM
Person A: “Where’s Ryan?”
Me: “He’s on a mission from God.”
5.40 PM
Person B: “Where’s Ryan?”
Me: “He’s on a mission from God.”
5.41PM
Person C: “Where’s Ryan?”
Person B: “Ms X sent him to do sommething.”
I think I just got a promotion.
I’m looking forward to the pay rise.
Actually, what I really want is the superpowers.
It’s been a funny old day in Australian politics.
On the front page of the national newspaper today was a picture of Tony Abbott, Prime Minister of Australia, being “bunny-earsed” by some kid at a reception for the Diamonds, the Australian representative netball team.
I really enjoy this picture, because it looks like it’s Bill Shorten, Leader of the Opposition, doing it. That would be funny, too, although perhaps a bit harder to justify as an innocent prank. The second picture definitely shows that it’s a kid’s arm behind the PM.
Personally, I think someone should give that kid a knighthood, or at least a medal. With one gesture, he has summed up the feelings of many Australians. Moreover, it’s humorous and typical Aussie larrikin behaviour, without causing any harm or any significant disrespect.
Let’s face it, giving someone bunny ears in a photo has been the Australian way for generations. How many years worth of school photos do we all have where someone is doing the bunny ears, or crossing their eyes, or wearing someone else’s glasses? Those are the things that make actually getting those photos taken worthwhile.
It’s also a reminder that we are very privileged to live in a country where we can meet and mingle with our national leaders without getting tasered or spear-tackled to the ground and, in the case that we should survive that, arrested. I can’t imagine being able to get close enough to Vladimir Putin, or Kim Jong Il, for example, or daring to “bunny ears” either one of them. And taking on the POTUS bodyguards? No. No thank you. I’ll be good.
Australia really is a great country. It’s a great place to live, especially if you’ve got a bit of a sense of humour and don’t take yourself, or your politicians, too seriously.
Tonight I did a terrible thing.
A friend and I were discussing a relationship breakup and, in response to a question, the first thing that came to mind was a lyric from a Mariah Carey song. The fact that I initially thought it might have been Whitney Houston doesn’t absolve me from quoting it to her.
My brainPod is generally rather genius at pulling up lyrics from songs in response to random words and actions, but even I was shocked at the cruelty of my memory in dredging that up. I felt kind of bad for inflicting the video clip on her, too.
Some kind of friend I am. Thankfully, we were both able to laugh about it.
Karma had the last laugh, though.
Knowing I have to get up early for work, Karma waited until I was about to drift off and then she made Tony Delroy, host of the radio program I always listen to, play the theme song from Titanic.
Freakin‘ Celine Dion.
I cannot stand her. As much as I love Canada, and as much as I don’t want to offend anyone who loves her, I think she’s bloody dreadful.
I heard the first few notes of the flute and groaned, “Kill me now!” I turned the volume right down but it was too late. The damage was done.
And here I am, wide awKe and blogging about it instead of sleeping.
Karma is, indeed, a bitch, but at least she has a sense of humour.
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