Monthly Archives: March 2007
Loved your vomit post! I can totally relate! My husband is a fireman so somehow is always away on a 24-hour-shifts when I am awakened to crying and walking into a room full of the dreaded smell and mess. I am such a wimp about it myself and totally freak out – I wear a big dish towel wrapped around my head to cover my nose and mouth and I definitely put everything chunks and all in the washer. Clean chunks are much better to deal with. I also have a beloved carpet cleaner.
Hope you and the other kids haven’t caught his stomach bug!
My “note” went the opposite way. I was on the receiving end of it. I remember it well. I was in kindergarten, and it was given to me by a boy named Johnny. Yuck! It was one of the most humiliating moments in my life. You see, writing is not one of a child’s best skills when they are in kindergarten, so this little boy felt the need to have his mother write the note for him. He brought it to school, and since reading is another skill that is not mastered by those in kindergarten he gave the note to the teacher to read for me. Talk about embarrassing! I’m quite sure that I turned the deepest shade of red.
Okay that was bad enough but it got worse. Several days later just happened to be the day for parent/teachers conferences. My mother conveniently ran into another mother while there. Yep, you guess it, Johnny’s mother. Of course she couldn’t help but tell the story to my mother, who in turn came home to share it with me AGAIN!
OH needless to say, he was NEVER my “boyfriend.”
I can’t say if this has affected me in any way throughout my lifetime, but I know that it was enough of an impact for me those many years ago that I haven’t forgotten about it, and I don’t look back on it fondly. Although at least now I can laugh and shake my head when I think about it.
My experience with “the note” was not exactly a note. It was a valentine card. 5th grade. I really liked a kid named Jason. Looking back, I have NO IDEA why I thought he was cute. I think it was because both he and his mom had a striking resemblance to the characters in a favorite childrens picture book of mine. Wierd. Anyways, on valentines day, I picked out my very favorite valentine and wrote “You’re cute” on the back. I didn’t sign my name. And I gave him about FIVE candy hearts in the envelope instead of my alotted two-per-person that were counted out exactly from the bulk valentine heart bag from mom. Ahhhh. So bold. I think the idea of an anonymous valentine card was something of an epiphany to me. So I decided to make all my card anonymous. To the boys anyways. And I even decided not to even put card inside the envelopes at all. I would just write notes on inside of the envelope flap. Notes like “you smell” and “you’re dumb”. And, if I didn’t even add a card. Why add candy? That left me to eat ALL the candy hearts alloted for the boys. 2 per person.
Ok, not the best idea I’ve ever had. Why didn’t I realize that all the boys would know it was me when I was the only person they didn’t get a card from in the whole class?
SHANNON–WHERE WERE YOU??? WHY DIDN’T YOU TALK ME OUT OF SUCH A STUPID IDEA??!!! Sorry…I guess that wasn’t a real good therapist-type thing to say….
I was also on the recieving end of The Note. First grade, Mrs. Saunders class. Jeremy and Matt wrote notes to me and my best friend, Chandra at the same time. I honestly can’t remember who wrote to whom though (I must have really been smitten, huh?). We did reply yes and thus began my troubled relationship with boys. Oh, the stories I could tell but never will!
the note
never ever
nope
although i like your approach to seem to not understand the question
excellent
i did call up jd after like 2 dates and ask him to come over
i said someone else asked me out
but i’d rather just date you and only you
but you have to just date me
so what do you think about that
he said ok
but part of him did kinda think – flee now, crazy chick
but now we are married and he has learned to live with crazy chick just fine
the end
kellicrowe
I can’t recall any experiences handing out “the Note” in elementary school. My experience heralds from the ninth grade. I recall planning a daring action when making sugar cookies to share with my friends on the last day of school before Christmas break. Out of the santas, reindeer, snowmen, and stars, I handcrafted a few heart shaped cookies which I would give to a certain crush before the Christmas assembly. This gesture would give the boy the hint of my regard for the boy and would result in his declaring his like for me, which then would snowball in a “hook-up”. Or so I dreamed.
The boy: His name was Scott. I don’t know why I liked him – I now remember him being a short, weasly kid with big, crooked teeth.
The moment of truth came in my last class – gym. My girl friends and I were waiting in the locker room for the bell to ring. We were munching on the cookies – someone reached out to take one of the hearts – I hastily mummbled something like “No wait, you can have any one but the heart ones!” Karly, which was not a very nice girl, knew that I had a secret crush on Scott- she sneered, “Why? Are they for Scott?” My face flushed, I laughed (my defence in any uncomfortable situation) and said little, if anything, to confirm or refute this accusation. The bell rang, we entered the gym to watch the assembly and I abandoned Project Love.
I went home. I looked in the bag of leftover cookies at the hearts – I ate them. I was instantly filled with delicious relief as I consumed the evidence of such a close call of embarassment. Little was I to know that my high school years would be filled with small scrapes and humiliation concerning puppy love. But at that moment, I was free with frosted sugar peace.
The Note, The Cookies are never worth the risk! Stay safe and far away from the boys!
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Wow… this is all just making me glad I don’t have a doggie…
Tell it all! You make us laugh, you remind us that you’re human, and it’s life…all the fun and all the diarrhea!
OMG please put a warning in your title like “Moriah, stop reading now” LOL You crack me up!
i’m up for a good vomit story. just keep the funny coming. 
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serious lol moment there. thanks for the chuckle.
hil-freakin’-larious!!!!
heehe!
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Oh man… that lot.
I think I’m gonna go cry….
That is gorgeous!
Thanks, Shannon. We ARE so excited, but scared, too. I am looking forward to those visits you talk about! We miss you guys.
(I was waiting for the day when they put our sign up–makes it feel more real–and I got teary when I first saw it!)
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Ohhh yeah…that is one creepy bus driver. yuck!
You are such a talented story teller!!! Love the line about his teeth.
Eww… that’s so creepy.
and… bus drivers often make more then teachers.
fyi.
My skin is crawling.
I’ve never heard this bus-driver story! Creepy indeed.
Great writing, as usual. Have a fun visit with R & D.
Yikes! I’m scared here at Borders just reading that story. Seriously…. scared!
I’m glad that’s all you divulged about bus drivers. I was really nervous while reading your post 
Nah Uh! Oh my goodness. Creepy is right! You did such a good job in describing him I wouldn’t doubt if I start telling people the story as if it happened to me…!!!
by Shannon Montez
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