The Importance of Being Lauren

There is a ten year old boy at Kung-Fu that I call "Little Kevin". Little Kevin fascinates me because he reminds me of me (and a bit like an old lady) for some of these reasons: He gets hurt all the time, he is dorky, he never misses an opportunity to complain, and he talks a whole lot. So now that you know a little bit about him I will proceed to tell you what happened on Monday...... I was standing in line and getting ready to do a jump kick when Little Kevin came to my side and whispered in my ear,"That boy over there (a four year old) asked me if I was going to KISS you." " What ?!! Wait... What ?!!" I exclaimed in surprise. I didn't know exactly what to do or say to him so I pushed him away and said,"Kevin pay attention!!! And stop talking!!!" He did what I told him to do, but then he came and talked to me after class......

Boy 1: Oh, well I take theater. Boy 2 (In a confused tone): What's theater? Boy 1 (Sarcastically): It's where they give you lines, and you make it real. *eye roll* Boy 2: Oh.......*blush* Yeah......

The first time I had ever heard the term,"I work Graveyards" was at my friend Whitney's Blog. When I saw that I thought,"Whitney? Really? I never thought that she would ever work around dead people. That doesn't really sound like something she would do....." I proceeded to think about what exactly you would do if you worked Graveyards and these are the things I came up with: Security guard (to prevent grave robbers from um..robbing), grave digger, and grave robber (No, Whitney I didn't think you were any of these things. They were just ideas). Sadly before I could Wiki it the Internet stopped working. So then I figured that Whitney was a Security guard at the grave yard (that didn't seem likely, but it had a better possibility then the rest), and that was the end of it. I didn't think about it again until I was with my mom and I heard someone else use that term on the radio. I finally decided to ask my mom what exactly "Working Graveyards...

First of all: I'm pointing at Martin K. I am not holding hands with him!!!! Sorry, that's what it looked like to me...... Anyway . Just look at how happy I am to be with him, I mean he's a famous historical figure and stuff!!!!! (Sadly, Martin K. can not change his facial expressions so he can't show the excitement he's feeling inside to have me take a picture with him!) Martin K. and I go wwwaaaayyy back, to about a year ago......That's a long time right?

Yesterday as we were piling in the truck to go to church I was exiled to the cab of the truck, that of course meant that I had to share booty-space with the "little people". In the short time that I was back there I found out that they all enjoy playing telephone and having weird messages. Mel-Smells weird message was directed to me, her sweet voice whispered into my ear and said,"Sunbum is as pretty as a goat !!!!" "What?!! I don't have a beard like they do!!!" I exclaimed in surprise. Later she told me that she thought goats were very cute, and pretty. So maybe it was a compliment........

Buster: Man , that kid is butt ugly! Me: Buster, stop looking at yourself in the mirror!!! Buster: *gasp* Oh, Sunbum that was really mean..... Later after the rest of us had recovered from laughing a pouty Buster stated sullenly to me,"You know I was talking about the boy on the cover of that book on the counter......Wait a minute....You're Blogging this aren't you?!!!" I laughed lightheartedly and proceeded to open Blogger, so I could Blog about it......