What's in a meme (teehee...snort...I seriously need professional help!)?

So here it is--my first official "Memey" Monday! Don't act like you are surprised or like you don't know what I mean. You remember http://anothertiredmommy.blogspot.com/2012/02/now-theres-plan.html , don't you? (How vain am I to assume that ANYONE is reading this and that if they ARE indeed reading this, they've read others as well? P-R-E-T-T-Y vain!) Well, it would be just fine if you would like to click on that link and review. There won't be a test, but it would give me THAT many more page views...it's ALL about me...

ANYWAY..."Memey Monday" is something I want to do every week, which means that I will probably do it two or three times, get bored or distracted and will then come up with some other "plan" that I find to be the best idea EVER. If I ask you where my children get their flair for the dramatic, I give you permission to slap me. You may NOT, however, stop reading my posts because I need as many of you as possible. Thanks--I KNEW I cold count on you!

So today's "Memey (I know I'm  getting ridiculous, but it's fun! Try it! Go on...) Monday" topic is: What is the most ridiculous thing you have said to your child(ren), spouse, boss, teacher, or stranger this week(month, year, EVER...)? YOU KNOW--we ALL (even ME(!)) have moments where our mouths feel as though they are being pushed off of a cliff (with NO parachute in sight) and there's nothing we can do to stop them. ESPECIALLY when we are frustrated with people in our lives.  Addison's teacher told me the most HILARIOUS story about her son this morning and it inspired this "meme", so THANK YOU, Miss Amber!

"I told Braedyn (Yes...her child is named Braedyn, too. AND they both have Thomas as a middle name. AND their last names both begin with C. WEIRD--I know, but NOT the subject of THIS particular meme)..." So where was she? I even interrupt people when they aren't actually TELLING the story...that's a problem.

So , Miss Amber tells me this morning: "I told Braedyn (hers, not mine) that his teacher better not tell me that he is talking all the time, or I am going to start making him eat different vegetables." Excuse me, but I need to interject here. Miss Amber explained to us that she, like the rest of us, is basically at her wit's end, trying to figure out what to take away from her child to get her child to care enough about it to change his behavior. I KNOW--an interjection is as bad as an interruption, but I felt that this information was PERTINENT to the story. Continue...
"So I told him, 'If I get a bad report, you are getting green beans for dinner.' He looked at me for a second and then responded, 'You know...I've been thinking I should get more vegetables in my diet, so that's a good idea."' Perfect. And MUCH funnier when Miss Amber told it! So now it's YOUR turn. Either comment on here or email me your story. It can be ANYTHING (well--within reason!) even something that maybe happened when you were a kid. Like the time my mother told me I was grounded forever and I believed her. I was too afraid to ask if I was ever NOT grounded, so I pretty much remained grounded for most of 8th and 9th grades. Or when my former pastor and his wife were out to dinner with all of the pastors in the region (and their wives) and he told all of them how his wife will ONLY watch "R" rated movies (her reasoning makes a lot of sense, however, I have to say--she wants to watch something that she CANNOT watch with her children--only that may not have been the right forum...just sayin'...). Or the time when you met Jay Leno in Montana and you stepped on his toe while explaining to him that you are just as smart as his "Jay Walkers (AND a fifth grader)."

This reminds me of when I taught high school. I gave my students a writing prompt daily at the beginning of class and I would have a few people share. SOME days, EVERYONE wanted to share. Let's make TODAY one of those days...I'm almost giddy with excitement!


Craig G writes about memes in his article, "What is a Blog Meme?" (See--I'm not the only one who loves playing on this whole "meme" thing!) I'm hoping he will take pity on this first time memer (is that a thing?!) and will help by maybe posting...? Check out his link to gain more insight on this whole "meme" thing--I wish I would have read it BEFORE I posted!
http://www.chrisg.com/what-is-a-blog-meme/


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SOOOO Clumsy

So I fell the other day. On my face. No, LITERALLY on my face. At the elementary school. During their Fall Festival. In front of both principals, And eleven innocent bystanders. The thing with falling is it is SO funny. When it's someone else. The last time I fell in front of people was before I was married. I was on a date at the movies (Patch Adams, to be specific) and was walking up to my seat carrying popcorn and a drink (some think THAT is the funny part...my date making ME carry everything...they may be on to something!). Somehow I lost my footing (evidently the three feet that movie theaters allow for their stairs is not quite big enough for me). I'm not sure what exactly happened, but suddenly I was teetering back and forth yelling, "Yaaaaugghghhhhooooooohhhhhhhhhhhnoooooooooo!" I somehow managed to balance the drink and popcorn and to land on my feet. That was NOT the case at Fall Fest. My children were enjoying hot pretzels with mustard (one was actually only enjoying the mustard...) a little too much and my husband wanted a root beer. I ordered and paid, then headed to the other side of the table for napkins. The rest of the story is a bit blurry. No, I wasn't drinking and I'm only on subscription meds--no drugs or self-medicating. So why is it such a blur? Embarrassment? Pain? I don't know, but unlike the Patch Adams fall, this one tore up my arm, my leg, the side of my foot, a hip...and I'm pretty sure I twisted BOTH ankles. I'm not certain, but I think I may have tried to turn myself into a pretzel during that move. How else would you explain scrapes on either side and the bottoms of my feet? A bruise on my head AND my hip? Scrapes on my knees AND my forearm? You can't. It must have been a pretzel situation. As funny as it was to those watching (and you KNOW it was funny!), people refrained from laughing at me until they knew that everything was okay. There were even three boys sitting on a curb--they couldn't have been older than eleven--who asked me quite seriously if I was okay. THEIR mothers are doing something right! I don't know if I would have been that respectfull, I mean, that was funny stuff! Not that it felt (or FEELS for that matter) funny. In fact, I can't even put my arm down--while typing, while sleeping...it's a constant reminder of how very funny I can be. When I'm falling at least!