I have been taking notes mentally, which let's face it means I need to hurry and record my thoughts or I'll forget. These are things the kids and Coach have been saying lately. I don't think any of it will surprise you, but I think it'll give you a chuckle.
I feel like this might make a fun new 'what my people are saying' segment to my blog, and I thought it would be a fun way to celebrate my 1,000 post.
Mini asked Coach a few nights before we left for Budapest what kind of dog he would like, since he basically doesn't like dogs, or pets of any kind.
Coach: UM, THE KIND THAT STAYS NEAR ME, LIKE LAYS AT MY FEET, BUT DOESN'T BOTHER ME. AFFECTIONATE BUT LETS ME PET IT AND THEN JUST LAYS THERE AND LEAVES ME ALONE. ACTS LIKE THEY ARE INTERESTED IN MY DAY AND THAT THEY MISSED ME. PLEASANT. NOT YAPPY.
Mini: OH, SO BASICALLY CURLY IN DOG FORM, BUT A CURLY VERSION THAT DOESN'T TALK.
In early spring, Mini joined senior assassin. Seniors pay a small fee and then participate in a squirt gun competition. The last team standing wins free tickets to prom.
Mini and her partner were randomly assigned to knock off another twosome, one of which was her co-president to the Global Humanitarian Club. Mini convinced him that a local newspaper was going to write a small article about the club. She asked him to meet her at the library where the paper was going to take their photo.
If the seniors wore a cape or a cowboy hat, they were off-limits. This video shows Mini saying, "We should take off our hats for the photo." Her assassin partner's mom, who this kid didn't know, agreed to pose as the photographer. The mom ended up filming the assassination. Watch as Mini pretends to pull club flyers out of her bag to show the fake newspaper lady, but instead whips out her squirt gun.
I told her there was no way this was going to work, to not get her hopes up. Thirty minutes later, she came home and stood in my kitchen laughing uncontrollably.
Mini: I NEED AN EGO CHECK OR SOMETHING. I'M FEELING LIKE 007 OVER HERE. I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS WORKED.
While in Budapest, Ed described the gym where he works out. A HUGE guy acts as a trainer for people. Ed says he looks JUST LIKE the guy Ivan something or other in Rocky II, maybe. Anyway, Ed got to a leg-press piece of equipment. Ivan lookalike walked over with his client and asked Ed how much longer he had on the leg-press.
Ed: OH, I JUST GOT ON THIS MACHINE. I HAVEN'T STARTED.
Ed said there were a bunch of open leg-presses thingies. He personally didn't really care which one he used, but he could tell Ivan wanted this particular machine.
Ed: OH, I CAN JUST USE ANOTHER MACHINE. IT'S FINE. NO BIG DEAL.
Ivan then looked at him straight faced as Ed got up and moved to another machine. He nodded at Ed, then he said to Ed: YOU- THE KING OF THE JUNGLE. (not sure how great this quote is without the all-important Hungarian accent which Ed does an excellent imitation of). We were dying.
BREAKFAST OUT BEFORE MINI LEFT FOR COLLEGE:
Coach and I took Mini to breakfast in the hiccup of time after he and I drove Ed and Tank respectively, and before we drove her. We gave her a little speech about being careful. It feels different to send a girl to college. At least it feels different to me.
Me: Don't drink a drink after you've set it down. Don't drink a drink unless you remove the cap yourself. You have to be careful.
Mini: Well, I think I have tall girl privilege.
Coach: Wait what's that?
Mini: Well, I'm 6 feet tall. So, I think if anyone is going to target someone, then they will target someone, ya know, smaller than me.
Coach: (forehead wrinkled) Wait, what? Have there been studies on this?
Me: (looking at his face, aware that he is thinking this is a real thing) Oh my goodness, she is not referring to some actual thing here. She's THINKING that she should be fine because she is tall. Nothing scientific about it. (turning to my tall daughter) So . . . a guy who is drunk or stupid enough to take advantage of a girl is not necessarily going to be focused enough on her height, so please be careful and keep your wits about you.
Coach: Gosh, I thought that was the name of something.
Mini: (shrugging) Well, I am 6 feet tall.
Whether you're fairly new here or you've been around for awhile, I appreciate connecting with you. Quite possibly more than you know.I would SO welcome your comments on, well, I don't know . . . anything. Maybe tell me how you ended up reading my blog? Is there a particular post that has made you laugh/cringe/cry? Is there something that would make my blog better? Any guesses on what Lad was looking for on the roof in this photo, while Coach held the ladder, and Finn, Lad's loyal buddy looked?
Well, now we have plenty to talk about. In case you are unaware, it is customary for every reader visiting a 1,000th post celebration to leave a comment. Brief is fine. Introduce yourself. I'm waiting.