Quotes...

So, blogging as a tool of procrastination?  I vote yes! :)

I have been overcome by a sea of quotations and citations, blah, blah, blah...  I need quotes in my papers, embedded in my comments in class... quotes from famous people, not-so-famous people... amazing quotes, and really really ignorant quotes... quotes from my philosophy class in which one sentence may be 10 lines and use the same word (like "trust") more times than you can count, just to take you right back where the sentence started...

I've even begun a little log of favorite quotes from my readings, and also from my new super edu-ma-cated friends!  BUT...

My favorite quote of all this week came from Garlan, the six year old that I nanny.
Him: After bribing him to practice riding his bike without training wheels with me for half an hour with being able to choose our next hour's worth of activities
 "I will tell you when I come out of the bathroom, wanna know why?"
Me: (hesitantly) "Sure..."
Him: "Cause that's where I get my best ideas!"
Me: Hysterically laughing

I have not laughed so hard or so deep in a long time.  What was that show by Bill Cosby, "Kids Say the Darnedest Things?"  Well, I definitely cannot disagree with that!
The conversation continued like this:

Him: "Ms. Kate I'm not telling a joke, why are you laughing so much?"

Me: "No reason, I'm waiting for you to tell me your idea"

Him: "I'm serious, I'll tell you in a minute"

Later...

Him: "Ok, I think we should go outside and make nature art"

Me: "All right, how do we do that?"

Him: "Um, I've got the glue (a liter size jug of Elmer's) and everything else is outside"

Garlan's wonderful idea was to go find sticks, acorns, leaves, grass, etc. and glue it all together in formations that he called "nature art."  I have to say on a beautiful fall day, it truly was a wonderful idea!

More family house drama:

As I put Garlan to bed last night (his mom is out of town on business), I head downstairs to clean up the kitchen and get my stuff together, only to notice that my purse is missing.  It was on the counter and now it's gone.  Panic sets in.  All my books, wallet, etc. are in that purse... I can't even study without it.  Where on earth could it have gone?!  The phone call to my mother went something like this:

Me: "Wanna hear something really weird and slightly concerning?"

Mom: "Uh, ok what's up?"

Me: "My purse disappeared off the kitchen counter..."

Mom:  "What do you mean disappeared?"

Me:  "As in, it was there... and now it's not and I can't find it anywhere!"

Mom: Continues to question and try to help like any good mother a thousand miles away would...

Me: Starting to freak out that someone actually came in the house (as the doors were all unlocked) as TOOK my bag

Mom: "KATE, was there any food in your purse?"

Me: "No, of course not... Wait yeah, some grapes that I didn't eat at lunch today!"  I knew what was coming next...

Mom: "What about the dogs????"

Long story short, mom saved the day.  Tell me how these adorable English Springer Spaniel type dogs had gotten my bag (with three books in it mind you) off the counter (higher than my waist) dragged it across the kitchen, out their doggie door, and into the furtherest, muddiest corner of the backyard all in the 10 minutes it took me to put Garlan to bed????!!!!!!

Me: After searching with my phone as a flashlight at 9:30 at night and finally stumbling upon it, "You're a genius mom, I got it!"

Jessi: "Tell her I'm starting to dislike those dogs now too... they ate her entire bag of orange slices AND stole her purse!"

Life is good... and funny!

KK