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How’s everybody? It’s been awhile, glad to see alot of the same people still witty as usual!
That’s why women live longer than men! Except for Mike he’ll outlive all of us…he comes to every Zumba Class they have during the week at the YMCA. He’s 65 and says Zumba’s his fountain of youth. We all believe him because the guy moves like the wind!
The guy we had for a teacher at the community pool believed in the sink or swim method. He either threw or pushed you into the water and let you fight your way to the top choking and gaging! I remembered making it to the surface but threw up quite a bit afterwards. I told my parents I wasn’t going back and I didn’t want to talk about it. A few weeks afterwards I saw the guy in a store with my parents and pointed a finger at him and blurted the whole story out very loudly for all to hear! I remembered the guy turning red and trying to hide but I ran over to him and told him not to do that because it was a bad thing to do to children. He was speechless and I was five!
Mime lessons came in handy for me to entertain the kids on field trips and my coworkers behind the boss’s back! I guess it’s all about the things you enjoyed as a kid and it was one of my favorite mini-courses in Jr. High.
Cool idea with the hammock!
Make like a dandelion Calvin and blow away! Love it!
We’re at that stage now! Somebody kill me!
You need to stay in character Hobbes!
I remember doing that when I was a kid because I wanted my Dad to not go to work one morning and stay home and play with me instead! I remember a lesson on how to blow up the tires with a bicycle pump enough so we could take it to the garage and then finishing the rest of the job there. I don’t remember him yelling but the work it took to inflate the tires back up that day taught me to never do it again. Atleast we did do something together that day, that was something like a game. I remember being happy when sometime afterwards, the tires lost air normally and we took it to the garage. He was going to put the air in the tires, hesitated, handed me the tire gauge, the hose, and said, “You know how to do this right!” He was cool too and never told Mom the story!
All the bullies in our class mellowed with age. I’m friends or atleast we’ve reconciled our differences since high school. I had to work with a handful of them over the years making that a strange work environment.