tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174721864572618040.post6733492444902165144..comments2024-01-09T17:48:45.910-06:00Comments on Travis Erwin: Stress Led Me To A Narcoleptic HookerTravis Erwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09420879160702098979noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174721864572618040.post-36253093301770286792010-03-17T01:47:25.790-05:002010-03-17T01:47:25.790-05:00Hi! It's been a while and it seems you've ...Hi! It's been a while and it seems you've had quite a time of it. I know nothing about taxes, but here's what I did the other day with my kids. I needed to get them to practice their piano and I didn't want to fight with them, so I plopped one of those GINORMOUS bags of Mini Eggs down on the top of the piano. I told them every time they accomplished a goal, they would get a mini egg. <br /><br />Candy. It may not be the best trick in the bag, but it works! :)Shaunahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18168454800095568360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174721864572618040.post-42548014926643715472010-03-12T07:12:52.223-06:002010-03-12T07:12:52.223-06:00Oh yeah, and so sorry about your father-in-law'...Oh yeah, and so sorry about your father-in-law's leg!Rickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14546882686381428986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174721864572618040.post-23571666442297411122010-03-12T06:47:08.747-06:002010-03-12T06:47:08.747-06:00I dropped by to read this again and I just want yo...I dropped by to read this again and I just want you to know that you've caused me to dredge up at least ten new stories just by re-visiting my own past. And I think I had your third grade teacher, too.Rickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14546882686381428986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174721864572618040.post-3609466024857816082010-03-11T10:06:43.381-06:002010-03-11T10:06:43.381-06:00I know how you feel with the homework thing I use ...I know how you feel with the homework thing I use to think I would kill my kids during that time. Be patience a time will come when they aren't there anymore, and they are getting tattoos one after the other. hahaha! I read your post on 1st and 3rd grade i liked them. It is fun to be able to read your stuff and laugh when I am here at work with nothing to do. Thanks!!!Your Other wifenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174721864572618040.post-70955872336415934222010-03-11T07:40:10.415-06:002010-03-11T07:40:10.415-06:00In the old days nuns did not travel alone. So when...In the old days nuns did not travel alone. So when I was in first grade I was picked to go on the bus with one of the nuns who had to go somewhere. While we were on the bus I told her that my mother was twenty nine but on her next birthday was going to go backwards and be twenty eight. Sister said, "You tell your mother that I am twice twenty nine and she should move forward with dignity."<br /><br />Of course my mother was horrified that I took her joke so literally and was a lot more careful from then on.<br /><br />TerrieTerrie Farley Moranhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04980849018232866773noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174721864572618040.post-3086504590500365742010-03-10T10:19:49.071-06:002010-03-10T10:19:49.071-06:00When I was in second grade, a boy named Louis Moon...When I was in second grade, a boy named Louis Moonblatt got the idea in his head that I had told the teacher about some misdeed of his. So everyday, he made sure to let the swinging wooden doors in the hallway hit me. He'd hide behind them until I walked through and then push them. This so terrorized me I couldn't sleep at night. I still have insomnia today.pattinase (abbott)https://www.blogger.com/profile/02916037185235335846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174721864572618040.post-78123275884105489062010-03-08T07:05:25.790-06:002010-03-08T07:05:25.790-06:00A grade school memory... going to the Lion's C...A grade school memory... going to the Lion's Club everyday after school in the winter with kids from my class and other friends to skate. In grade five the big things was to have a boy ask you to skate. His best friend would tell your best friend and if you were agreeable to said request, you were to break off from your girlfriends so the boy could ask without the female horde around him. It was silly, of course, but innocent and exhilarating at the same time. Ahhhh, grade school.<br /><br />mylifeontwolegs.blogspot.comColleenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16467261140757042179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174721864572618040.post-25975415484582900492010-03-07T13:00:10.346-06:002010-03-07T13:00:10.346-06:00Hope your father-in-law feels better soon. That su...Hope your father-in-law feels better soon. That sucks! The needle in your foot also sucks, of course. Damn, man!<br />As for a grade school memory, I got yanked out of class one day to go around to other local schools, touting the benefits of taking their typing classes (I'd taught myself how at age 5.) Free pizza for lunch. Not a bad day.Lana Gramlichhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06975996208260144558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174721864572618040.post-4014504952831249642010-03-06T16:23:40.439-06:002010-03-06T16:23:40.439-06:00Cool topic. Weird because I was thinking about wr...Cool topic. Weird because I was thinking about writing some old school memories because people have to be getting bored with my chicken stories! And because some of my old classmates are gathering over on Facebook. Brings back memories.<br /><br />I remember sitting down to my lunch and taking a swig of my milk out of those little cartons that to today's kids would seem a ridiculously small amount of drink. It was sour! Awful! I took it up to the lunch line ladies and told them my milk was bad. "Let me see," one of them asked. She took the carton, took a sip out of it, and declared it was just fine. Not knowing what to do, I went and sat down, having no milk. She had ensured that I wouldn't drink it since she had put her nasty old mouth on my milk carton! And it was too sour! Sure made me mad. And yes, we had paper straws, too.Junosmomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13855881312654998692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174721864572618040.post-61788705507186524382010-03-06T10:30:15.163-06:002010-03-06T10:30:15.163-06:00I remember having my nose so deep in a book I miss...I remember having my nose so deep in a book I missed recess. I loved recess.Bernitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05264585685253812090noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174721864572618040.post-32149762832228038942010-03-05T21:30:38.339-06:002010-03-05T21:30:38.339-06:00Every week we were supposed to copy our spelling w...Every week we were supposed to copy our spelling words ten times every day. I never did. I never missed a single word on the test. The punishment for not doing homework was one demerit. Five demerits got you a trip to the principal's office for five licks. I got five licks every Friday. That was the deal, and I took it. PS, I'm a girl.Texannehttp://texanne.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174721864572618040.post-62584584721583455172010-03-05T18:19:29.697-06:002010-03-05T18:19:29.697-06:00This is strange as I was chatting to my hubby in b...This is strange as I was chatting to my hubby in bed about this last night. I can still remember all the decorations in my reception class. I was taught in a convent school and my teacher was a nun called Sister Benosa, I can still remember her clearly and every morning we would do the register and then she would start on the alphabet followed by the times tables, the thing was I had no idea what was happening it wasn't ubtil many years later that I realised that the times tables actually meant something!!Lyzzydeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16696932806108871836noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174721864572618040.post-9741363483594087232010-03-05T11:25:15.159-06:002010-03-05T11:25:15.159-06:00Memories from elemtary school...My 1st grade teach...Memories from elemtary school...My 1st grade teacher was mean and grouchy and scary, and only about a foot taller than us. I remember her telling me that I didn't color right. I also remember her leaving the room once, and all of us kids organized an impromptu "animal" parade. I think I was an elephant...She, of course, walked in right in the middle of it...Rebeccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06612597555688863264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174721864572618040.post-34610786826584062282010-03-04T20:04:50.252-06:002010-03-04T20:04:50.252-06:001st grade - Ms. Saxton. She was awesome.
I puked ...1st grade - Ms. Saxton. She was awesome. <br />I puked in the hallway at school. It came from nowhere. Went to the nurse, and they couldn't get ahold of my mom. I had to stay in the nurses office with a scratchy wool blanket, and when my mom came to get me an hour later, I cried and cried. It freaked me out because I had never even imagined before that day that my mom had some kind of life outside me!sybil lawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13629349319977383547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174721864572618040.post-17673194322389964502010-03-04T15:57:40.776-06:002010-03-04T15:57:40.776-06:00I didn't know it was school picture day (this ...I didn't know it was school picture day (this must have been in the second or third grade), so I wore this ugly sweater with my t-shirt on backwards.<br /><br />Got the pic to prove it as well.G. B. Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09783331838434598963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174721864572618040.post-36083249895568982412010-03-04T14:00:04.062-06:002010-03-04T14:00:04.062-06:00In third grade while playing in the woods behind m...In third grade while playing in the woods behind my house I fell face first into poison ivy. The entire left side of my face swelled like the elephant man, and my eye was glued shut by ooze. After a cortisone shot and couple of days' rest I went back to school, far less itchy, but still looking horrific. At recess a group of cool kids started a "game" where I was the "monster" and had to chase them. Being naive, stupid and hopeful, I thought they were being nice, and played along. Soon enough, the game turned ugly and the taunting started. I just stood there, not understanding the changed dynamic with my new "friends." Finally, Mr. Fisher--the fourth grade teacher with the bristly mustache and no-nonsense stare--intervened. I felt fairly stupid for a few weeks (and horrifically ugly a few weeks more than that), and never trusted the cool kids again.AvDBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16574481780173046619noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174721864572618040.post-20733240801491564882010-03-04T11:27:57.687-06:002010-03-04T11:27:57.687-06:00So, so, many memories. I remember sitting outside ...So, so, many memories. I remember sitting outside in the freezing cold in the morning, waiting for the bell to finally ring so we could go inside. I couldn't buy warm enough gloves and to this day, I STILL do not understand why they didn't let us in the school building. The temp was in the single digits, for heaven's sake!<br /><br />BTW, have you seen the new fan page on FB for the parachute in elementary gym class? Remember that? I wonder if every elementary school in America had one of those...Melissa Amateishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16086267508858187716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174721864572618040.post-84281674140101159052010-03-04T10:59:53.111-06:002010-03-04T10:59:53.111-06:00Memory: Fifth grade teacher, straight out of colle...Memory: Fifth grade teacher, straight out of college, hated my guts. I read a book a believe was called (but cannot locate it anyone on the web) The Mystery of (or at) Castle Croom. Whatever her name was dinged me for misspelling "Croon"...It was Croom you moron. Sad that I should remember this huh?Anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14830175253251435851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174721864572618040.post-60859739602594280072010-03-04T08:30:57.681-06:002010-03-04T08:30:57.681-06:00There was this kid in my grade school who I hated,...There was this kid in my grade school who I hated, hated, hated to sit near at lunch. He was a very messy eater and would always get his napkins totally gross with food and spit and then throw them at people. I'm making a gross face even trying to recall this.Charles Gramlichhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02052592247572253641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174721864572618040.post-86480198168352124042010-03-04T08:30:36.295-06:002010-03-04T08:30:36.295-06:00When I was in the early years of elementary school...When I was in the early years of elementary school, girls still wore dresses to school -- with petticoats. Yes, I'm old. In second grade, I recall swinging on the playground during recess, wearing my dress. A boy named Ricky White (weird that I remember his name)scooted underneath my swing on his back when I was way up in the air and laid (lay?) there gazing up. I was mortified and told the teacher when the bell rang.<br /><br />JennyWriting Without Periods!https://www.blogger.com/profile/08790155653220261547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174721864572618040.post-65848018180622599562010-03-04T08:12:37.335-06:002010-03-04T08:12:37.335-06:00Well, Travis, one can't go wrong by reading th...Well, Travis, one can't go wrong by reading this post. Great stuff. Your title.is.awesome. ;)Janna Leadbetterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06339705935553160673noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174721864572618040.post-15109967049330751222010-03-04T07:44:32.262-06:002010-03-04T07:44:32.262-06:00I like this post. I'm sorry the boys are givin...I like this post. I'm sorry the boys are giving you so much trouble. The saying "boys will be boys" comes to mind...<br /><br />I have an insane memory so I remember a LOT of things from elementary school. The thing that always pops into my head when people ask -- because it's so out of character for me -- was the time in 2nd or 3rd grade when I got sent to the principal's office for fighting with a boy. I believe I ripped the hood from his sweatshirt. Anyway, we were sitting in the hall on each side of the principal's door, waiting for him to call us is. (the ironic part is I was actually friends with this kid)<br /><br />After a few minutes, the principal decided he was ready for us and said "come on in, boys." Apparently the safety hadn't told him who was involved and he'd only seen Jason in the hallway. I don't recall getting in trouble -- I suppose he found it too funny that my 4-foot self "beat up" a boy.Melanie Hooyengahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08781235493983907234noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174721864572618040.post-28386440337376796052010-03-04T05:42:18.787-06:002010-03-04T05:42:18.787-06:00I wore a beanie cap as part of my Brownie uniform....I wore a beanie cap as part of my Brownie uniform. The boys loved to steal it and run. I chased one right in front of a moving swing with metal tips and got a concussion. I woke up and the principal asked me if I remembered anything. Nope. Mom took me to the doctor who proceeded to tell her that if we took the stitches out too soon my head would split open like a melon and my face would fall off.Spiced Apple Eyehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05421630823448644286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174721864572618040.post-85523583932118213452010-03-04T03:55:22.019-06:002010-03-04T03:55:22.019-06:00I burned all those brain cells out that remember a...I burned all those brain cells out that remember anything before 30 years old long long ago.the walking manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10058913927297370740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174721864572618040.post-55712199546691642972010-03-04T02:58:58.204-06:002010-03-04T02:58:58.204-06:00This probably happened during second grade.
Some ...This probably happened during second grade.<br /><br />Some kids were playing a game where you had to pay a rock to go down the slide. The kid accepting the rocks was of course just dropping them over the side of slide. <br /><br />I ended up wandering into the wrong zone. And you know what? Head wounds bleed <i>amazingly</i>. I didn't actually feel too bad, but the recess lady pretty much had kittens when a few of the big kids brought me over to her.<br /><br />I remember being quite fascinated by the fact that I could <i>hear</i> the doctor sewing my scalp up, but I couldn't actually <i>feel</i> it. To my little-kid brain, the pain of that rock on the head was a small price to pay for the oh-cool factor of getting stitches.jjdebenedictishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16950592240599703771noreply@blogger.com