Memory Monday...er Wednesday

2nd grade. The year of

• skipping school - Ryan decided to skip school on day but came home before I left. Enter nosy little sister. I told him I wanted to stay home too. He said I couldn't because I wasn't sick. But I was in fact uncomfortable. I had felt like I needed to sneeze. All morning.  He finally gave in and let me stay home with him. We had a really fun time except that he makes a crummy lunch and we had to hide in the coat closet for an hour in case mom and dad came home for lunch.
• wearing make up - I was home alone for 20 minutes each morning after everyone left for the day and before I left.  One day I decided to try out my mom's makeup. I did so by applying blush to my whole face. I was pretty.  My teacher called me out to the hallway to ask why I was wearing makeup and I told her I wasn't. She went and got a tissue and wiped it across my face and showed me the makeup. I still denied it. While I was waiting for her to go get the kleenex I wanted to run out of the room and straight home but I knew I'd get in bigger trouble for doing that.  I can't believe she never called my parents.
• moving for the first time 
• moving for the second time
• getting baptized
• picking all my own clothes (after mom went to work) - I had twenty minutes after everyone left to ditch the clothes my mom picked for me and put on something cool.  I looked terrible everyday, I'm sure of it now. That's probably why my teacher never called home. They probably thought mom and dad were drunks or something. (sorry mom and dad)
• 'Strip' throat
• jumping on the bed
• Sunshine Lollipops and Rainbows - Heather and I listened to this song on a record all. day. long. We loved it. A lot. I still do.
• Gina was born
• G.I. Joe in the morning, She-ra in the afternoon
• Garen burned his bum on the wooden stove (big blisters and lots of aloe vera leaves)
• Mrs. Bobo was my teacher after we moved. Worst. Teacher. Ever. Even in 2nd grade I knew she was a witch. Don't let the freaky clown name fool you. I remember her telling our class that she and her husband had made the conscious decision not to have children because they didn't want them. Even in 2nd grade, at 8 years old I knew there was something wrong with that. Because I lost my filter early in life, I raised my hand and asked her, and I quote, 'Why the heck are you teaching school if you don't want kids?' My name was written on the board and I  missed recess. boo.

Good times.