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February 25, 2005
Can you really fart so hard you can rip your pants?
So many stories to tell, so little time!
So my first story of the blog goes like this; I was at Kindercare (a daycare that i sub for occasionally) working with the older three year olds. This boy named Lincoln comes up to me as says, "Miss Amber, I got a hole in the butt of my pants, it's feeling windy." Not seeing any visible hole i laughed it off and tell Lincoln no, he does not have a hole in his pants. He comes to me later and says, "Miss Amber, i farted so hard that there is a hole in pants." I look again, but for the second time tell Lincoln that he does not have a whole in his pants, and as funny as i thought his comment was, politely asked him not to talk like that at daycare. So we are outside on the playground later and as Lincoln bends over, i see that he has a huge hole along the seem of his pants! Did he actually fart so hard that he ripped his pants? I ask him if he would like to change out of his pants (he has an extra pair kept at daycare) but he says no and goes around the rest of the day with a huge hole in his pants for everyone to see. Oh my...
Next story, so i was at the Bali Satay house (a local joint)last weekend listening to some bands. Jamming along, i was bobbing my head to the music, nothing too scandalous. As sources tell me, this guy comes up to me, looks me up and down, and says in a "hey i'm trying to hit on you tone" "HEY". I was still dancing, and didn't even know he was there so i completely ignore him. He notices that i don't respond and leaves. Sarah Dahlman tells me this guy just hit on me, and points him out. No less than 5 minutes later we see him walk out holding hands with some other girl. And i ask myself, could i have totally just missed Mr.Right?
Last bit of story i want to throw in is that today i went to nanny for the Wigdahls and the two younger girls wanted to dance. I put on their dancing music which just happens to be Gloria Estafan's (sp?) Conga song (... Come on baby come and do that conga... something like that). Finding this fairly amusing, i decide to start dancing with the girls. It is so fun when you can just let go and be crazy with kids sometimes. The funniest thing was that the girls refused to dance to an other song on the CD. Every time we tried to switch it they would say, "NO! Boring!". So needless to say we danced to the conga song about a million and a half times. So picture the scene, Amber and two little girls with their shirts off (they just rip them off when they get hot, hopefully they will grow out of this habit) dancing to Gloria in the living room. I always used to think she said "come on baby to that fungi"...
Posted by Amber Ruppert at 11:20 PM | Comments (14)
February 15, 2005
Mushy Gooshy Love
Alright alright, i know that Valentines Day is offically over, but my day hasn't ended yet, so in honor of Valentines day i would like to present to you... Love, as seen by a child
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, "What does love mean?" The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:
"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love." Rebecca - age 8
"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know your name is safe in their mouth." Billy-age 4
"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other." Karl - age 5
"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs." Chrissy - age 6
"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired," Terri-age 4
"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK." Danny - age 7
"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss" Emily - age 8
"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate," Nikka - age 6
"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday." Noelle - age 7
"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well." Tommy - age 6
"My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night." Clare - age 6
"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford." Chris - age 7
"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day." Mary Ann - age 4
"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones." Lauren - age 4
"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." Karen - age 7
"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross." Mark - age 6
"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget." Jessica - age 6
Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. The winner was a four-year-old child whose next-door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap,and just sat there. When his Mother asked him what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry."
Tear. How sweet.
Posted by Amber Ruppert at 12:10 AM | Comments (4)
February 10, 2005
Of Seppi, Bird Crap, and Velcro
So today i just have a few odds and ends to finish up... First, an update on Seppi. So one day last week, Seppi seemed to be having a bad day. He has ADHD and was just picking a fight with everyone (i do believe that he forgot to take his medication). One fight he proceeded to try to start, i decided that it was probably good to intervene, as he was getting physical. I myself had to hold Seppi back from chasing and punching another child, and in the process, got kicked and punched myself. So, i guess you could say that maybe Seppi's love for me is really quite bittersweet. But Valentines day is coming up, we'll just have to wait and see if i get any Valentines.
The next order of business is letting you know that for the first time in my life, i got crapped on by a bird. Now, i don't know if you remember me talking about the slight crow problem we have here at Iowa State, but until now, i have had no real reason to be mad at them. But since that fateful day, everything has changed. So watch out birds, you don't know what kind of horrible evil i might have in store for you... or maybe i'll just get my mom to take care of the crows like she does those squirrels.
Last but not least, the strangest thing happened to me last Saturday. As i was coming out of Dairy Queen (visiting Elizabeth and the great half price off sale!) The velcro on my coat got caught on the opposite velcro part of this others boys coat that i didn't even know. As i walked away, i proceeded to drag the boy with me. Not really knowing what to do, i casually ripped my arm free, ran away fast, and loudly laughed as hard as i could while escaping. The poor boy just kinda looked at me in puzzlement and was still standing there as our car pulled away. Running just as fast as we can... holding on to one another's hand...
By the way, if you haven't seen the newest Teen Girl squad installment, go check it out...Floor Tommed!
And i want to just remark, i resent the fact that the ugly one is the drummer.
Posted by Amber Ruppert at 10:50 PM | Comments (6)
February 02, 2005
5 year old lovers
Oh buddy!! Talk about major slacking! Well enough of that!! And first i just wanted to put in a little plug for another great blogger and fellow roommate Autumn Hare. Queen of intellectualism and funny at the same time, she's your gal. Check her out on the links to other not our home bloggers.
Do i have a story to tell you! So i have started to get back into the swing of things back at my job where i am back in the public schools here, and i have been working mostly with the great kindergarteners. It just so happens that somehow along the way, i have acquired a kindergarten lover, Seppi.
The other day i went into the class and he happily greeted me with a hello and a grabbing of my leg, which he proceeded to hang on to until the teacher asked him otherwise. Later, at group time, he decided to refuse to sit in his spot unless i got to sit by him. The poor teacher, finally giving up on trying to get him to sit in his spot, let him sit next to me where he had to hook arms while he sat by me the whole time. Later, he colored two hearts on some paper, cut them out, and told me that i had to wear them all day. Which can i add here that another girl in the class looked at them on my shirt and said "Geez, what are those? They look like butts." During the whole day he also proceeded to tell his whole class and all his teachers that i was coming to his house that day... which was a bit creepy to me.
Finally at the end of the day when i told Seppi that i had to leave, he got very upset and sat in the corner and pouted. He refused to do his work the rest of the day the teacher informed me later.
Oh man, first it was the kit kat that was falling for me, now 5 year old children?? What am i doing wrong here??
Posted by Amber Ruppert at 05:36 PM | Comments (5)