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Never Too Young or Old for the Hodgepodge

Psst.  Did you know that today is my Friday and that I worked my Monday yesterday?  Yes, my week is all messed up, but I think I’d be more than happy if all weeks were like this…five days to play, two to work.  Where and what I’m doing is for me to know and for you to find out about via my blog.

Oh wait.  We’re doing the Hodgepodge.  So sorry.  I got carried away for a moment.  You know the drill.  Link up with Joyce after you answer the questions on your own blog.  Here we go!

1.  What’s something you’re never too young or too old to enjoy?

I think you’re never too young or old to enjoy a good book.  I remember reading when I was a little thing.  I’m sure I learned early because I have no memories of parental units reading to me.  They were always working.  I lived for my books and got through my school years immersed in one book after another.  As an adult and the teacher of struggling readers, I am once again back into the books, of the Young Adult genre, and enjoying myself immensely.  I know I will continue to read until my eyes fail me.  If that happens, I’ll probably learn how to read in Braille!

2.  Share one happy memory from your high school years.

A moment that stands out is the basketball game that I scored two three-pointers!  I was a bench player every year I played.  Honestly, I probably shouldn’t have made the team, but small town that it was, everyone usually did.  I worked and worked so hard on my shot, and my coach helped a lot too.  It was our final game of the season, and there weren’t too many people there.  They were waiting to get there for the boy’s game that followed.  Scoring those baskets was one of the highlights of my high school days.

3.  A nationwide strike of fast food employees took place in the U. S. last week…they’re calling for higher wages and the right to unionize? Your thoughts?

I really don’t know enough about this to have an opinion.

4.  September is National Honey Month…what’s a favorite dish you make or eat that calls for honey?

I don’t usually cook with honey, if you can believe that.  I don’t really like the taste of it, so it has to be hidden in something else.  My answers are kind of lame this week, eh?

5.  If you notice someone with a tag sticking out, a button unbuttoned, a shirt on inside-out, or some leftover lunch stuck between their teeth do you say something or do you keep quiet?

I try to discreetly tell someone when stuff like that happens so they won’t discover it later and feel embarrassed.  I’d want someone to do the same for me.

6.  What movie always makes you cry?  Or at least makes you feel like crying?

May I answer with two movies, given that a couple of answers above were lame?

Permission granted, says Joyce.

heehee

Ok.  The first movie is Gladiator.  I always cry when he dies at the end.  Always.  Completely breaks my heart…the music…the situation…him walking through the gates to be reunited with his wife and son.  Makes me think about when we die and are reunited with the ones we love.

The second movie that makes me cry is Toy Story 3.  This came out the week we took Chicky to college for the first time, and to this day, I cannot watch it without shedding tears.  The growing up and leaving home thing is very bittersweet.

7.  Mary Had a Little Lamb‘ was written in May of 1830, and published in Juvenile Miscellany in September of that same year.  Now for the fun part…create your own four line rhyme using that same tune.

AuburnChick was teaching class,
Teaching class,
Teaching class.
AuburnChick was teaching class,
To kids who loved her so.

And everywhere that AChick went,
AChick went,
AChick went.
Everywhere that AChick went,
Her kids were sure to go.

8.  My Random Thought

My Chicky has a sick sense of humor.

I nervously watched the Twitter feed from her coach, eager to know how her team was doing.  They played a team in South Carolina last night, and I’m a wreck during her games when I can’t see her.  I didn’t see any updates about Chicky attempting a goal or scoring, so I got worried.  It’s a soccer mom thing.

After the game, she sent me a picture of the shiner she had gotten while going up for a header.  She’s five foot nothing and wins most headers she goes up for.  This time, she got the ball and a piece of the other player’s head.

She got pulled from the game as a safety precaution.

Of course, seeing the picture wasn’t good enough for me.  I called, nervous about a possible concussion.

She weakly answered with, “Hello.”

“Chicky, are you okay?” I asked.

“No,” she said, nearly in tears.

My heart broke, and tears threatened to spill over.

Then…

She LAUGHED.

A lot.

And said, “Just kidding.

I was not happy.  She’d scared the bejeepers out of me.  She has no idea what it’s like to sit hundreds of miles away on the edge of the couch in anticipation.

I hope one day, she has a daughter just like her.

:::AuburnChick laughs with an evil smile on her face:::

This story has a happy ending.  She’s okay.  She even said that she’s surprised that she hasn’t gotten a shiner before now.  She goes up for headers ALL THE TIME.

I am thanking God for protecting her.

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