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11.26.2009
11.20.2009
11.18.2009
Daily Lola
Lo: Oh-my-gah, have I gotta story to tell you. Today at lunch, we had soup. Guess what happened?
TR: Someone threw up.
Lo: Of course. So everybody in the lunchroom was staring over at it, and Miss B was walking toward it and didn't see, and all together--I mean the WHOLE room--went, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! ...ooooohhhhhhh.......EEEEEEEEWWWW!!!!"
TR: She didn't...
Lo: Stepped RIGHT in it. It was awesome!
TR: Sick.
Lo: The lunch room is the BEST. Something always happens in there. Like those two kindergarteners making out last week. I LOVE the lunch room. AND I love kindergarteners. They're like tiny people but giant teddy bears. They are SO cute! All the kindergarteners know me. They're always, "Heeeeeeey Lolaaaaaaa!!!" I get in trouble in the hall because they make so much noise about it. It's terrible. It's awesome. Anyway, I love kindergarteners and I love the lunch room. I really love school lately.
11.13.2009
11.12.2009
Last Night, In the Car
Lola: I need thirty dollars for the book fair on Monday.
TR: THIRTY DOLLARS?! You're wack.
Lola: C'mon, it's a great deal. You can give me 15 and Dad can give me 15.
TR: Dad can give you 15, and I can give you 0. I bought you those books at the Y.
Lola: That has nothing to do with this. Anyway, why do you think they let the fourth and fifth graders bring the money and buy their own books, but they make everybody else's parents come?
TR: I guess because they're afraid the younger kids will buy stupid books or books they can't read.
Lola: Once you get to a certain point, you can read anything. I could have read anything in third grade. I was on a 6.2 level. Now I don't even know how high I am.
TR: Yes, you're a prodigy reader and potholder maker.
Lola: I want to get that book, Sheep. I've read part of it, but not all of it. It's really sad. It's about a Guten Ta man.
TR: Huh?
Lola: A Guten Ta man.
TR: What's a Guten Ta man?
Lola: What language is Guten Ta?
TR: German?
Lola: Right. He's a German man then. He lives with goats.
11.10.2009
David Wroblewski at the East Cobb Borders
David was my running buddy in grad school. I haven't seen him in 12 years. He's reading tonight at 7. I've got to get me some bells.
11.09.2009
Upon Waking, In Bed This Morning:
TR: I can't WAIT to get my French Bulldog puppy for Christmas!
Biggy: I'll drive it around in my new Porsche!
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