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Funny Things Adaline Says


Adaline is 21 months old and she talks a lot. I mean a lot. Most of the time we understand her, sometimes we don’t. I can’t really say that she says funny things, she’s maybe a little too young for that. But a lot of things she says happen to strike me as funny because of the way that she says them or pronounces the words.

I recorded one video of Adaline talking about how a goat bit her finger at our trip to the animal park (post coming later). She said a few funny things and was trying to eat her foot and I was laughing the whole time I recorded it and then the camera just shut off :(. So, I turned it back on and recorded some more (the second video below) and then we downloaded them to watch. Imagine my surprise when I find out that the reason why the camera shut off the first time was because it wasn’t recording at all 😦 So I turned it on again and tried all over again, but she wasn’t so much in the mood for it and it’s not as funny as the first imaginary video was. You’ll just have to take my word for it.

So, anyway, here are 8 thrilling minutes (4 each) of me trying to get Adaline to repeat some of the “funny” phrases she says off camera. Enjoy.
(If you are reading this in an email or feed you will need to click over to the blog or click here or here to view the videos.)

A Goat Bit My Finger:


Let’s Talk About the Easter Bunny:

Oh, and she never did say what left green footprints in our kitchen! Maybe next time.

More (funny?) videos of Adaline:
*Happy Mother’s Day: A rousing rendition of “3 Little Fishies”
*Attack of the Giant Baby
*A long trip down Bunnylane: A long wordy post about our visit with the Easter Bunny…but I promise there’s a video at the end 😉
*And so it begins…: The child sassed me, and I recorded it

I’m linking this up to Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop
Vlog: 6.) Describe a time when your child said or did something that made you laugh out loud. I also linked up #1 here and #5 here

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And so it begins…


This post is linked to…

Has your child thrown a temper tantrum in public? Create a video describing what happened and how you handled it.
Also 3.) A bad day Oh, No He Didn’t (A bad day to paint the porch!)
Did you see last week’s Writer’s Workshop post?
Read about 10 (Obscure) Shows I’d Like to Make a Comeback!

This isn’t a tantrum as much as it’s the first time she “sassed” me. I handled it by getting my camera and video taping her doing it, and it wasn’t public until I posted it on You Tube 😉


Last Monday we went for a walk. It was a really pretty day and Adaline had a great time walking and holding Mommy’s hand.

Mommy and Adaline take a walk on Jordan's "due date" (2011)

Adaline was really good the entire walk…until we got to the front porch. She started crying because she wanted to keep walking, but it was bedtime and we needed to go inside.

We got inside the house and put Muppet in his cage (We always do this while putting Adaline to bed since Muppet has a reputation for peeing on our bed skirt when we’re not in the room!). Adaline didn’t want to leave the room. She’s been saying “no” for quite awhile, but that night she started saying, “No! I said no!”. What did I do when my little one defied me?! I got out the video camera to see if she’d say it again so that I could put it on my blog…just like any good mother would do 😉

The Terrible Twos? I don’t know. At just shy of 20 months Adaline has put a new spin on her “no”. She’s been saying it a lot lately. Last week she threw a couple of tantrums too. Those were fun.

Overall she’s still very well behaved and listens really well. She’s just having some “moments”. The “I said no!” thing must come from me, because that’s often what I say to her. We managed to end the evening like this…

Adaline has actually been having a really rough month. She started off with a bad case of the kangaroos. As soon as that cleared up she went right into potty troubles with terrible diaper rash, something that we’re still dealing with (which is another 13 posts or so, if I ever have time to write them!).

Between her not feeling well and her new found ‘tude I haven’t had a lot of free time for blogging (it took me a week to post the video). *Sigh*

If you’ve always wondered what my melodious speaking voice sounds like you’ll want to click here to watch the video of Adaline telling me no. You’ll have to view it on my Facebook page since I’m unable to post videos on the blog.

**Edited to add that I opened a YouTube account so that I can post videos on the blog…so the video is now embedded above for your viewing enjoyment. If you have any difficulties with it you can still watch it on Facebook.


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The One That Got Away


Monday was Valentine’s Day and I just couldn’t help getting a little reminiscent about “the one that got away” and how things might have been if we were still together. This is the post where all of the ex-boyfriends on Facebook will click over to see if I’m talking about them. Get over yourself, conceited, I’m not talking about you.

Many years back, I fell in love. I fell in love quick and I fell in love hard. It was truly love at first sight and I just knew that we were meant to be together forever. I wanted to spend all of my time with my love. I would spend any amount of money that it would take to be with my love as much as I could as often as I could. And then my love left me. Without warning, without reason, just…gone. I was confused and heartbroken. Was it something I did? Something I said? Was I coming on too strong? I guess I’ll never know.

Sometimes I go awhile without thinking about my love. Sometimes I miss my love so much it hurts. Why did things have to happen this way? Why can’t we still be together?

I haven’t seen my love since 2006. Here are the last photos I have of the two of us together. We look so happy 😦

Oh, Godiva Chocolate Raspberry Truffle ice cream…return to me! I already forgive you and I wait for you with open arms and a ready spoon.

I will always love you.
Jenn

Age 17 12th Grade: In School Suspension


This is the 14th and final post in a 12 week series joining
Mommy’s Piggy Tales to record my youth!

I’m also linking this up to Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop
2.) A rule I broke. Note that the other links embedded in my first paragraph are also of the same topic so you’ll want to check those out. I never realized how many rules I’d broken until I started writing about my childhood!

1996-1997
12th Grade
In School Suspension

While sharing my “Piggy Tales” with you, I’ve repeatedly said what a good, compliant, obedient, child I was and how I never got in to any trouble. I’m not sure if you believe me now after reading about how I lied about my birthday, took my bra off at school, tricked my friends out of their money, wouldn’t stop talking in class, ditched my friend to go to a concert, and got grounded at age 19. As if that wasn’t enough evidence already that perhaps I wasn’t exactly the angel I claimed to be, I shamefully present to you I.S.S. …

In 12th Grade at the young innocent age of 17 I got sent to In School Suspension after showing up to school late several times the first semester. I was particularly upset about this because I was supposed to be teaching a lesson in our dance/choreography class that day while we had a substitute. My sister and I were put in a room with other students and all of the desks were butted up against the wall. In my anger, frustration, and boredom I wrote the following letter to the people in charge. I apologize in advance for the ridiculous excuses you will read herein including my opinion that extra curricular activities are more important than education. I read this letter now, and while I smile at myself for my all too familiar sarcasm and humor obvious in this letter that I seemed trademarked for at even such a young age, I also roll my eyes in disgust at my own blatant stupidity. Enjoy.

To Whom it May Concern, 11-15-96

Do you want to know where I am right now? I’m in I.S.S. Skipping, smoking, bad conduct…no, of course not! I was late for school. I’m a good kid. I get above average grades, I’m involved in plenty of afterschool activities, not to mention being Captain of the Dance Line and Vice-President of the Bible Club. I’ve gotten detention a few times but only because I was late. You can ask any of my teachers, I’m a good kid. So why am I in I.S.S.? It’s not like I was late because I was outside smoking, or flushing some kids head down the toilet. Sometimes the alarm clock doesn’t go off and my mom doesn’t wake me up. An alarm clock is not enough motivation to get me to get up early and come here every day. My mom has to get up before she should to make sure my sister and I get driven to school every day. Sometimes the car doesn’t start or it gets stuck in the snow. Sometimes you just can’t get out of bed because you were studying till 3:00am, who can get by with only 3 hours of sleep? I have to. There is always a test, homework, a report to do. And for me I have extra things to do, make up dance routines, studying lines for the play, go over music for District Chorus, practice my flute, occasionally make up a lesson for Bible Club. You think those things won’t keep you up till 3 in the morning? They do if you want to be good. If you want good grades, if you want to put on a good show. And I know that I’m not the only busy person in this school. There are other people that are at dance or play practice till 5:00. When you come home hot and exhausted and you hadn’t eaten since noon. And there are practices for other things that I’m not involved in. I’m sure that many athletes and the cheerleaders can relate to what I’m saying. There are people involved in very active clubs such as FBLA, SADD, Usher’s Club, and Student Council. School isn’t easy. Maybe for someone who is just a brainiac and isn’t involved in anything, maybe for someone who was just born with an I.Q. higher than what most people weigh, maybe for someone who is just a punk and doesn’t care. But what about those of us who are split down the middle by activities and schoolwork. If it came down to picking one over the other I would pick the activities. But it doesn’t work that way, you have to maintain a 2.5 or above or you can not participate in those activities. So what am I going to do? Blow off my school work and go to bed early? Blow off my activities and come home after school? Create a device to dump water over my head and toss me out of bed every morning? Keep the car running all night long so that it’s heated and ready for school every morning? Or the most sensible thing, pack my bags and go live in the L.G.I. High school kids lead busy lives and most of us don’t want to give up the things that make us busy. What I’m asking for is some understanding when we walk into the attendance office and use a cheap excuse like “my alarm clock didn’t go off”, just think they might be telling the truth. I think everyone should be happy that we come to school at all. We don’t get paid to come here. Our reward is a good report card, good performance, and for some it’s making it through and getting the heck outta here. But none of those things come easily, they all require long, late nights and early mornings, 6 hours cramped up in a desk (without bathroom privileges, but that’s another letter). Why do we get punished for making an effort? When I know I’m going to be late I could just stay home, but I don’t. But when I come to school, I miss class anyway. Instead of making the effort and coming to class I get locked up in here. I’m writing this while one kid’s unconscious, drooling down his arm, another one has been staring at the wall and not blinking for the past hour, one that I’m pretty sure had cat for breakfast, one that I’m pretty sure ate my notebook during the bathroom break, one that is going through a nicotine fit, and one I could’ve sworn went to school with my dad. But don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to stereotype I.S.S. students. After all, I’m one myself now. But not all kids in I.S.S. are wearing stolen license plates for earrings, even “A” students with active social lives deserve it sometimes. But not for being late. No one should get I.S.S. for being late, even the kid that ate my notebook (I forgive him.). Let’s face it, it’s a stupid rule. And I’m not upset because this is going on my permanent record or anything. It’s because I have things to do. I have to be in class. Now all I have is more work to keep me up late again. That’s okay because I wonder if I come back tomorrow…would that kid still be staring at the wall? I seriously think this rule should be changed. Not just for me but for the poor boy who was late because his cat wasn’t cooked in time, I’d rather be late than hungry too. Why do you think all these kids are late in the morning? How many possible “bad” things could someone do in the morning to make them one minute late. Are you worried because they might be late because they were smoking or something? Well then, take care of the problem before it comes into school, not afterward. I shouldn’t have I.S.S. because of someone else’s cigarette. I think I’ve made my point. This rule has been bugging me for awhile and I finally decided to do something about it. I’m going to try my hardest to abolish all rules that get good kids in trouble (or bad kids that really didn’t do anything wrong). Maybe it won’t work but I have to try. If there is anyone that agrees to changing or banishing the “late” rule, please see me to sign a petition. I may even get in more trouble because of this but too bad! If there are any other rules that you think should be changed, we can try! So please think long and hard about this and then see one of the following people to sign a petition. I appreciate the time you took out to read my novel. I’ll be autographing free copies in the Commons Area during…just kidding!

Thank you,
Jenn

I never did show this letter to anyone as far as I know. The process of writing the letter, starting out upset and ending with humor, ended up being therapy enough for me. I never did get I.S.S. again, but I can’t say that I learned my lesson. I’m still late. A lot. And I tend to procrastinate too, which is probably why I posted 6 weeks worth of “Piggy Tales” in 3 days (just in time to link up before the series ended).

Oh well. Some people just never learn.

Thank you so much for joining me on my Piggy Tales journey. I’ve so enjoyed sharing (some of) my stories with you and I hope that you enjoyed reading them 🙂 If you’re interested in reading about the shenanigans I got into after high school, scroll down and check out the 6 links under “My Young Adult Years”.

To the other ladies participating in Session 2, I’ve loved reading your stories (up to 5th grade) and I have a lot of catching up to do…but I will get around to reading all of them. Thanks for sharing!

*My 17th Birthday

My Piggy Tales:
*My Birth Story: I’m always late!
*Ages 3-5: Dancing in a box
*Age 6 First Grade: There’s a bra in my lunchbox!
*Age 7 Second Grade: Bossy Wheels and Shady Deals
*Age 8 Third Grade: I will not talk in class
*Age 9 Fourth Grade: I didn’t really need those fingers anyway!
*Age 10 5th Grade: Nothing’s Scary in the Fifth Grade
*Age 11 6th Grade: Jenny Got Ran Over by her Grandma
*Age 12 7th Grade: Youth Camp Stinks
*Age 13 8th Grade: “Talent” Show
*Age 14 9th Grade: (N)O Christmas Tree
*Age 15 10th Grade: The Newsboys Wouldn’t Ditch Their Friends
*Age 16 11th Grade: Acrophobia Gets You the Good Seats
*Age 17 12th Grade: In School Suspension

My Young Adult Years
*Dreams and Aspirations: The Long Road There
*Friends and Fellowship: Friends Don’t Get Friends Grounded
*My First Job
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 1
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 2
*Colonel Mustard on a Rollercoaster with a Plastic Fork

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Age 15 10th Grade: The Newsboys Wouldn’t Ditch Their Friends


This is the 12th post in a 12 week series joining
Mommy’s Piggy Tales to record my youth!

I’m also linking this up to Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop
1.) Write about a time you got in BIG trouble as a kid.

1994-1995
10th Grade
The Newsboys Wouldn’t Ditch Their Friends

In 1994 I entered the 10th Grade and turned 15 years old. Kelly and I had a friend, Jon, who had graduated the year before. He was attending a local college and had the lead role in a play he asked us to attend. On Friday night Kelly and I went to see the play. Jon did a great job, as usual, and afterwards he autographed our programs. The play was going on again on Saturday and our friend, Kendra, said that she wanted to go. Kelly and I said that we’d go with her to see the play again.

When we were dropped off at the theater on Saturday we were early so Kelly and I decided to walk across the street to the college where they were hosting a Newsboys and Audio Adrenaline concert. We were jokingly looking on the ground to see if anyone had dropped tickets that we could use to get into the concert. While we were doing this a guy came up to us and asked if we wanted tickets. He said that he had extras and we could have them for free so we took them. I don’t remember what happened next. I don’t remember if Kendra was with us during the ticket part or if she was still at the theater. I don’t remember how the whole “we’re not going to the play, we’re going to the concert” convo went down. All I remember is that Kendra did not want to come with us to the concert and as far as I know she went to the play as planned. Kelly and I went to the Newsboys / Audio Adrenaline concert with free tickets given to us by a stranger when we were supposed to be at a play across the street.

Kelly and I had a blast. We laughed, we cried, we sang, we screamed, we praised, we prayed, we jumped up and down. I bought two cassette tapes (yes, cassette tapes). I don’t remember how long we were there, but it must’ve been long because we were the last ones in the building and we were able to get autographs from everyone in the band.

There are a lot of details I don’t remember about that night, like how we got home. I have a vague memory of Kelly’s brother, and a more vivid memory of my mom being really angry. Maybe it was both. This was a time before everyone and their 8 year old sister had a cell phone, so we never called our parents to tell them that we changed our plans. We honestly thought that we wouldn’t get into any trouble because we decided to go to a Christian concert. And God had obviously wanted us to go since he had blessed us with free tickets. Truly it was meant to be and our parents would understand.

Um, no. We were in big trouble, HUGE. Oh, I must’ve blocked out exactly what my mom said to me and exactly what my punishment was, but believe me when I say the message was clear. What Kelly and I did was wrong, I know that now. I didn’t even really know it then, even though the vein in my mother’s forehead should’ve been a clue. I just kept thinking “But it’s a Christian concert! I thought you wouldn’t mind!”. First of all ditching our friend was completely, totally, 100% wrong. We never should’ve left her and I can’t imagine how she felt being left there all alone. I certainly would’ve cried and tried to find a way home right away. That was terribly selfish of us. Second the danger involved in us going someplace we weren’t supposed to be when no one even knew about it, I shutter to think what could’ve happened.

The concert did rock. But it wasn’t worth the risk involved and certainly not worth ditching our dear friend. Kendra, I don’t remember if I ever apologized, but I am truly, deeply sorry for ditching you that night! You were right and we all should’ve listened to you! I hope you can forgive me.

*My 15th Birthday

My Piggy Tales:
*My Birth Story: I’m always late!
*Ages 3-5: Dancing in a box
*Age 6 First Grade: There’s a bra in my lunchbox!
*Age 7 Second Grade: Bossy Wheels and Shady Deals
*Age 8 Third Grade: I will not talk in class
*Age 9 Fourth Grade: I didn’t really need those fingers anyway!
*Age 10 5th Grade: Nothing’s Scary in the Fifth Grade
*Age 11 6th Grade: Jenny Got Ran Over by her Grandma
*Age 12 7th Grade: Youth Camp Stinks
*Age 13 8th Grade: “Talent” Show
*Age 14 9th Grade: (N)O Christmas Tree
*Age 15 10th Grade: The Newsboys Wouldn’t Ditch Their Friends
*Age 16 11th Grade: Acrophobia Gets You the Good Seats
*Age 17 12th Grade: In School Suspension

My Young Adult Years
*Dreams and Aspirations: The Long Road There
*Friends and Fellowship: Friends Don’t Get Friends Grounded
*My First Job
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 1
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 2
*Colonel Mustard on a Rollercoaster with a Plastic Fork

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Age 12 7th Grade: Youth Camp Stinks


This is the 9th post in a 12 week series joining
Mommy’s Piggy Tales to record my youth!
I’m also linking this up to Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop 3.) Share a Summer Camp memory.

1991-1992
7th Grade
Youth Camp Stinks



The summer before I entered the 7th Grade (and a few months before I turned 12) I went to Youth Camp for the first only time. Our friends from church, Jayna and Julie, had been going for years and always told my sister and I how much fun it was. I didn’t really want to go. I’m not into sports or the outdoors, so the word “camp” in and of itself doesn’t appeal to me. But Jayna convinced me that I needed to go because we would have so much fun together and of course the place would be crawling with cute Christian boys. (Isn’t that why everyone goes to Youth Camp…the boys, the Christian boys.)

Jayna and I wouldn’t be going to Youth Camp with our sisters Julie and Jessie because we were bumped up into a new age group this year, so they would be going to camp a week later. Although my sister and I rarely got along it was always convenient in situations like this to have a sister so close in age. We seemed to get along great when we were somewhere we didn’t know anyone else…we always had each other and weren’t pressured to make new friends if we didn’t want to. It would be okay, though, because I’d be spending all of my time with Jayna anyway, right? Well. When you filled out your application you were able to put down the name of two other campers that you wanted to room with. The only person that I knew was Jayna so I wrote her name down. I don’t know whether or not Jayna wrote down my name, but she also wrote down the name of one of her camp friends…and all of her camp friends wrote down her name. So there was no room for me in that room and I was placed in a room down the hall where I knew absolutely nobody. I pretty much didn’t see Jayna for the rest of camp.

When my mom dropped me off at camp I begged her not to leave me there. I didn’t want to go to begin with. But she said that I’d made a commitment and it was already paid for and maybe I’d have fun. So I had to stay. I heard later that my grandma couldn’t believe that my mom left me there alone in “that place”. Haha. The dorm rooms were incredibly crowded with no air conditioning. They told you to be sure to wear flip flops in the shower so that you didn’t get a fungus on your feet. Um, no thank you. I didn’t shower all week (yeah, gross, I know…but the showers weren’t much cleaner). The food was terrible and I pretty much never complained about my mom’s food again (Not that there was anything to complain about. My mom is an amazing cook, but I was a picky eater that wouldn’t eat anything but chicken fingers for the first 13 years of life.). I refused to eat the food. I survived on Twix, Dr. Pepper, and Slime Slurps that I’d get at the “Canteen” every night. (Yes, I did save the wrapper from one of my Slime Slurps as a Youth Camp souvenir. You can thank me later.)

I hated Youth Camp. It was everything that I thought it would be dirty, hot, outside, sports, blah, blah, blah. I don’t remember seeing any cute boys or there being any activities that I’d enjoy (like drama, dance, music, or art). I did make one friend who was in my room named, Tonia. I don’t remember too much about her except she was really skinny and had very light blonde hair and one night we stayed up on her bunk singing “I’m Proud to be an American”. I never saw or heard from her again after camp although I think I wrote her a few letters that I never mailed.

My favorite part of camp was “Chapel”. These were basically the church services. There was one in the afternoon that was more like a Bible study and one in the evening that you were to dress up for (yay, church clothes and no shower!) and there was a full service with worship music, sermon, and alter calls. I always really enjoyed the lessons and the singing, and worship and all of it. Unfortunately in the afternoon I had a hard time staying awake. I even started to skip swimming thinking that the water was making me sleepy for Chapel, but it didn’t help too much. Still I really enjoyed the services and it was the only thing about camp that I liked. But I don’t think you needed to drop me in the woods with no shower and no food for me to experience that.

I never went to Youth Camp again and to this day I speak of the perils and horrors that were Youth Camp 1991. So I present to you my “Youth Camp Stinks” folder created by my 12 year old tortured soul so scarred for life by this experience. I’ve typed out the text below in case you can’t read my hand writing (You’ll need to click on the image and enlarge it for full enjoyment). I wrote with much sarcasm (if you couldn’t tell) and I’m honestly not sure what half of this stuff means, anyway.
Clearly I’ve blocked a lot out.

I went to Youth Camp last year in Summerset.
Camp lasted from Mon. to Fri.
We slept in small, crowded rooms, dorms, and the food was horrible!
My counselor was Lou Ann
I learned to ______________
I really liked camp because of all the people I met!
The worst part about camp was the food. No the rooms. Oh, who knows.
New friends I met at camp: Tonia Z., Carrie, Nicky

My “Youth Camp Stinks” Folder By Jennifer S.

Dear Parents and Campers,
This is a note about things in Youth Camp
Read carefully and remember what you read
From,
Youth Camp People
Youth Camp ‘91

1. Hamburgers, Pizza
2. Scrambled eggs, ham patties, and fruit
Lunch – hamburgers
Dinner – Spaghetti
3. Scrambled eggs, ham bits, and fruit
Lunch – Pretzel Sandwiches and vegetables soup
Dinner – Chicken
4. Cereal, fruit
Lunch – Chicken Patti
Sandwich Dinner – Meat Loaf
5. Cereal fruit
Yum, yum! Eat up.
Our Camp bedrooms are cozy with 10 comfortable beds stuffed neatly in one small room, which holds 9 little campers and 1 sleepy counselor. The room consists of 5 bunk beds, a full length mirror and 5 hooks for hanging clothes. To make lots of room there are no dressers or closets, the children keep their clothes stuffed in their suit cases and dirty clothes bag.
A Youth camp bed may look ugly and uncomfortable but really aren’t, with the help of your children, their blankets and animals, help spice up the room the week they’re there!
Before..and..after!
Now just see how it brightens up the room. Remember that when you come!!!

Don’t forget to visit the Youth Camp Graveyard and pay your respects to those who passed on during the week of their stay, so please, if you will, just drop by.
Rocky Squirrel killed * Mollissa Mole killed * Mrs. Tomas Counselor Food Poisoning * Joanna Burns Camper Ran over by golf cart * Mr. Jones Counselor Broken Back

As you can tell we have new carpets, so we allow no eating or drinking in the dorm or rooms & no food in the tabernacle.

We hope you had fun at Youth Camp “91”!
Youth Camp “91”
Friday 26, 1991 Time 9:55
Specialty Pretzel Sandwiches
Price: Free
Served with vegetable soup!

My Piggy Tales:
*My Birth Story: I’m always late!
*Ages 3-5: Dancing in a box
*Age 6 First Grade: There’s a bra in my lunchbox!
*Age 7 Second Grade: Bossy Wheels and Shady Deals
*Age 8 Third Grade: I will not talk in class
*Age 9 Fourth Grade: I didn’t really need those fingers anyway!
*Age 10 5th Grade: Nothing’s Scary in the Fifth Grade
*Age 11 6th Grade: Jenny Got Ran Over by her Grandma
*Age 12 7th Grade: Youth Camp Stinks
*Age 13 8th Grade: “Talent” Show
*Age 14 9th Grade: (N)O Christmas Tree
*Age 15 10th Grade: The Newsboys Wouldn’t Ditch Their Friends
*Age 16 11th Grade: Acrophobia Gets You the Good Seats
*Age 17 12th Grade: In School Suspension

My Young Adult Years
*Dreams and Aspirations: The Long Road There
*Friends and Fellowship: Friends Don’t Get Friends Grounded
*My First Job
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 1
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 2
*Colonel Mustard on a Rollercoaster with a Plastic Fork

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