Hi everybody! Today I felt like just posting about...stuff. Everything. You know, I found out that I can put a button in my post!!! Coolllll. When I was little, my dream was to press a big red button. I'm not kidding. Well, this button is pink, but press it and it will make you happy. (Or not. The song IS overplayed.) When I told this to my buddy Isha (she's getting a sneak peek at this post) she pulled out her sticky notes, took a red pen and made me a red button. I'm keeping it. Thanks, Isha. (Update: Isha started feeling kinda of sad, probably because she got her phone taken away, so I gave the button back and renamed it "Happy Button" to make her happy).
A while back, I asked my sister, who's taking Spanish, to describe the class in one word. She said some Spanish word, so I asked her what it meant. She said, "Torture." And THAT is why I'm not taking Spanish next year.
Sometimes, I wonder why so many moms tell their kids to carry their phones everywhere so that they can call them "in case they get kidnapped". So imagine this: You're getting kidnapped, and you're like, "Wait! Let me call my mom!" So the kidnapper is like "Oh alright." and you pull out your phone and say "Hi Mom! I'm getting kidnapped, just to let you know" Then you motion to your kidnapper to continue. Because that makes total sense.
That moment when you're peeling an orange and juice squirts in your eye. *face palm*
My sister (yeah, the Spanish-"speaking" one) is pretty short for being a junior in high school. One time she said to me: "Ya know, I think I would be pretty good at gymnastics. I'm the same height as Gabby Douglass!" Then my dad walked up and goes, "Wait. So why would you win a good medal in gymnastics at the Olympics?" And of course, my sister's reason is that she's the same height as Gabby Douglas. (Actually, fun fact here, I'm EXACTLY the same height as Gabby Douglas, to the inch. My sis is pretty close though.) LOL.
That moment when your sister says "I love you" and you're about to say how sweet that is when you realize she was taking to the cat.
Has anybody else had it happen where your mother (or wife/whatever) says "Hey, honey" and her five kids, husband, and two of the cats turn around? Yeah. Its happened.
Anyway, just thought I'd share this little tidbits from my life. Bye everybody!
-Colleen
Sometimes, I wonder why so many moms tell their kids to carry their phones everywhere so that they can call them "in case they get kidnapped". So imagine this: You're getting kidnapped, and you're like, "Wait! Let me call my mom!" So the kidnapper is like "Oh alright." and you pull out your phone and say "Hi Mom! I'm getting kidnapped, just to let you know" Then you motion to your kidnapper to continue. Because that makes total sense.
That moment when you're peeling an orange and juice squirts in your eye. *face palm*
My sister (yeah, the Spanish-"speaking" one) is pretty short for being a junior in high school. One time she said to me: "Ya know, I think I would be pretty good at gymnastics. I'm the same height as Gabby Douglass!" Then my dad walked up and goes, "Wait. So why would you win a good medal in gymnastics at the Olympics?" And of course, my sister's reason is that she's the same height as Gabby Douglas. (Actually, fun fact here, I'm EXACTLY the same height as Gabby Douglas, to the inch. My sis is pretty close though.) LOL.
That moment when your sister says "I love you" and you're about to say how sweet that is when you realize she was taking to the cat.
Has anybody else had it happen where your mother (or wife/whatever) says "Hey, honey" and her five kids, husband, and two of the cats turn around? Yeah. Its happened.
Anyway, just thought I'd share this little tidbits from my life. Bye everybody!
-Colleen