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Thursday, 16 June 2011
Monday, 6 June 2011
I Gave That Up Years Ago
I was busy trying to give away books when Shaun came up to me, very apologetic. "I forgot about your birthday!"
It's all right, he's not the only one. Though so far he is the only one to apologise for it.
I got him a present at his birthday, and when I was trying to find out what he wanted, his response was "the same thing every 25 year old male wants".
Turns out, they want comic books.
So I responded to his question about what I wanted with "the same thing every 27 year old female wants."
His response...
"Dignity?"
It's all right, he's not the only one. Though so far he is the only one to apologise for it.
I got him a present at his birthday, and when I was trying to find out what he wanted, his response was "the same thing every 25 year old male wants".
Turns out, they want comic books.
So I responded to his question about what I wanted with "the same thing every 27 year old female wants."
His response...
"Dignity?"
Friday, 3 June 2011
Why, Yes, He Does!
Jude got to go home sick. What he had was very contagious, so we were keeping him away from the other kids, on the verranda. As a treat he was looking through my photo frame. (The photos do change on a semi-regular basis, just so as you know.) Georgie was tidying the next verranda, and laughing at Jude (because he's so funny and awesome.)
"Hey look! It's Hope!" he said excitedly.
"Yep, that's my church's logo. Hope church."
Jude flicked to the next picture. "Look, it's Ps Ian!"
"You're right, that is Ps Ian."
"He's SINGING," said Jude in awe.
"He's preaching I think."
"Oh, preaching."
"Look Georgie, it's Ps Ian!"
"Wow, Ps Ian," echoed Georgie.
Jude smiled at her, and let her know one essential Ps Ian fact. "He's got HAIR."
"Hey look! It's Hope!" he said excitedly.
"Yep, that's my church's logo. Hope church."
Jude flicked to the next picture. "Look, it's Ps Ian!"
"You're right, that is Ps Ian."
"He's SINGING," said Jude in awe.
"He's preaching I think."
"Oh, preaching."
"Look Georgie, it's Ps Ian!"
"Wow, Ps Ian," echoed Georgie.
Jude smiled at her, and let her know one essential Ps Ian fact. "He's got HAIR."
Saturday, 28 May 2011
Disgusting
Shaun gave Kal, me, and Charlie (who lives kinda near us) a lift back from prayer on Tuesday. I couldn't believe that he hadn't heard pretty much all of the songs on my CD - the boy lived in Scotland!
Which led to the Portarlington Celtic Festival coming up.
Which led to Haggis.
Which is disgusting.
Shaun tried to convince me (a vegetarian!) to bring him back some haggis.
I told him he was welcome to come up and use my mum's ticket (because she probably won't actually go), but I AM NOT BRINGING HAGGIS BACK IN MY LUGGAGE.
Haggis. Disgusting!
Which led to the Portarlington Celtic Festival coming up.
Which led to Haggis.
Which is disgusting.
Shaun tried to convince me (a vegetarian!) to bring him back some haggis.
I told him he was welcome to come up and use my mum's ticket (because she probably won't actually go), but I AM NOT BRINGING HAGGIS BACK IN MY LUGGAGE.
Haggis. Disgusting!
Tuesday, 10 May 2011
Random Funnies From the Life of Sam
Michelle clearly hasn't been around modern toys
I was going with Michelle to Koorong for the church bookstall. I get to go because I buy over half the books we sell. Anyways, a song about money came on. Michelle said that she wouldn't mind having some more money.
"Me either. Then I could buy an orphan."
"You can't just buy orphans Sam."
"Why not?"
"They are not toys."
Me pretending to be confused: "But... aren't all people toys?"
"No. Some people are annoying.
Finally, there is someone at church buffer than me
I was helping with the pack up after church, and carried one of the tables to the trailer. Then Dhany told me that I shouldn't be carrying things like that because they are too heavy. I told him it wasn't that heavy, I can carry lots because I am white and white people have more muscles than Asians. I then gestured to all of the boys who were helping pack up - pretty much proving my point.
Dhany then said, "You know what we could do? We could get two Asian guys to carry something. And then we could get Leon to carry them."
Well, both those people groups are in Africa...I was upstairs in the staffroom at work, when Georgie asked me what my CD was, and was for. I told her all about it. (They are now selling for $10.)
She looked at me and said, "You should become a mercanary."
I laughed. What can I say. Us white people are scary, what with our big muscles and all.
"Oh wait," she said. "I meant a missionary. They're different."
I was going with Michelle to Koorong for the church bookstall. I get to go because I buy over half the books we sell. Anyways, a song about money came on. Michelle said that she wouldn't mind having some more money.
"Me either. Then I could buy an orphan."
"You can't just buy orphans Sam."
"Why not?"
"They are not toys."
Me pretending to be confused: "But... aren't all people toys?"
"No. Some people are annoying.
Finally, there is someone at church buffer than me
I was helping with the pack up after church, and carried one of the tables to the trailer. Then Dhany told me that I shouldn't be carrying things like that because they are too heavy. I told him it wasn't that heavy, I can carry lots because I am white and white people have more muscles than Asians. I then gestured to all of the boys who were helping pack up - pretty much proving my point.
Dhany then said, "You know what we could do? We could get two Asian guys to carry something. And then we could get Leon to carry them."
Well, both those people groups are in Africa...I was upstairs in the staffroom at work, when Georgie asked me what my CD was, and was for. I told her all about it. (They are now selling for $10.)
She looked at me and said, "You should become a mercanary."
I laughed. What can I say. Us white people are scary, what with our big muscles and all.
"Oh wait," she said. "I meant a missionary. They're different."
Tuesday, 3 May 2011
Monday, 4 April 2011
Probably Too Much Information...
My hair needs washing every 5 days at the moment. I'm trying to get it to stretch because washing my hair (especially now that it is getting longer again) over winter is more than a pain - it's a health hazard. Result, every few weeks I let it go an extra day or so without washing. When it gets used to that, I then go an extra day.
So when Sunday morning rocked around, my hair slightly needed to be washed.
Normally I wear my hair out on a Sunday, but I wasn't having that! So I put it in two pig-tails and then made them into buns with scrunchies. Kallie said that I looked "Like a cute anime girl".
Christina commented that she liked my hair, and was wondering how I did it. I told her, but then added that it kept on coming out.
"Is that because you aren't pulling the scrunchies tight enough?"
"No, it's because I didn't was my hair recently enough."
So when Sunday morning rocked around, my hair slightly needed to be washed.
Normally I wear my hair out on a Sunday, but I wasn't having that! So I put it in two pig-tails and then made them into buns with scrunchies. Kallie said that I looked "Like a cute anime girl".
Christina commented that she liked my hair, and was wondering how I did it. I told her, but then added that it kept on coming out.
"Is that because you aren't pulling the scrunchies tight enough?"
"No, it's because I didn't was my hair recently enough."
Tuesday, 29 March 2011
Declare War On France For The Antartic
A while ago, I was watching Shakleton, and Stephen came over half-way through. This lead to an intense discussion from Kal and I about different Antartic explorers, and how clearly Shakleton is better than Scott because HE DIDN'T DIE ON EXPEDITION. Which is generally a mark of a good explorer.
Stephen had no idea. He may even think there are polar bears in the Antartic.
This mean that we needed to get out the map of Antartica. And look at it! Australia owns most of it. As it should be.
But look at all the other countries with parts of it. I mean, I can understand England having a chunk - I'm part English. And so was Shakleton (and Scott). Even Norway. I mean, Admundsen WAS the first to the pole.
But France?!
And look - their piece breaks my piece in half.
I want Antartica. I suggest that we declare war on France for it. It's not like they're good fighters - we'll win easily. And then I will be able to rest calmly in the knowledge that Australia has the biggest bit of Antartica, and that our bit isn't broken up by a nation that eats snails.
Stephen had no idea. He may even think there are polar bears in the Antartic.
This mean that we needed to get out the map of Antartica. And look at it! Australia owns most of it. As it should be.
But look at all the other countries with parts of it. I mean, I can understand England having a chunk - I'm part English. And so was Shakleton (and Scott). Even Norway. I mean, Admundsen WAS the first to the pole.
But France?!
And look - their piece breaks my piece in half.
I want Antartica. I suggest that we declare war on France for it. It's not like they're good fighters - we'll win easily. And then I will be able to rest calmly in the knowledge that Australia has the biggest bit of Antartica, and that our bit isn't broken up by a nation that eats snails.
Friday, 25 March 2011
Wednesday, 23 March 2011
I'm not exactly sure that's right...
We were outside, and Kleio had taken off one of her shoes. "You can't go around with one shoe off and one shoe on Kleio. That's CRAZY!" I said.
"Crazy boy!" Kleio said happily.
"No, Kelio, you're a girl, so you're a crazy girl." I told her. "I'm a girl too, so I'm a crazy girl. What do you think Paris is?"
"Crazy girl?"
"No, Paris is a boy, so he's a crazy boy."
With that, Jude felt the need to add his ever-hilarious two-cents. "Dad's a boy," he told me in a confiding tone.
"My Dad's a boy too. What's your Mummy?"
Jude thought about it for a second, and said, "Mummy's a pirate."
"Crazy boy!" Kleio said happily.
"No, Kelio, you're a girl, so you're a crazy girl." I told her. "I'm a girl too, so I'm a crazy girl. What do you think Paris is?"
"Crazy girl?"
"No, Paris is a boy, so he's a crazy boy."
With that, Jude felt the need to add his ever-hilarious two-cents. "Dad's a boy," he told me in a confiding tone.
"My Dad's a boy too. What's your Mummy?"
Jude thought about it for a second, and said, "Mummy's a pirate."
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