tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42947261120776456332024-02-18T22:19:08.200-05:00Notes in the Lunch Box************************************************** Peanut butter & jelly with a side of love *************************************************William J. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03363006166880987871noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294726112077645633.post-35273813495897975682011-03-22T07:03:00.001-04:002011-03-22T09:42:43.546-04:00If only I knew which lunch tray was hers...<div style="color: white;">Allie goes through stages where she'll buy lunch a lot, then she'll bring it for a while again. This note was written during one of her buying stages where she had bought a lot in previous days:</div><div style="color: white;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: white;">Not trying to make her feel guilty for buying or anything, but she is missing out on the notes her sister is getting. As the title says, if only I knew which lunch tray she'd be using...I could come to school and tape the note to the bottom or something! That's not over the top is it?</div><br />
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</div><div style="color: white;">I always wanted to have twins and name them Pete and Repete. Yeah, I think I have some lunch notes about twins somewhere...</div><br />
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</div><div style="color: white;">I forgot to ask them if it's still a practice in grade school to pinch someone if they're not wearing green on St. Patrick's Day. I clearly remember that from my youth, but I don't think I ever got pinched. By the way...pinching hurts! That's why you'll never catch me saying - "Am I dreaming? Somebody pinch me!". I'll substitute other words for pinch though. Like kiss, for example. But only in certain company of course!</div><div style="color: white;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: white;">And why is the heart shape we're familiar with not shaped like an oblong organ with tubes sticking out of it? I mean come on, obviously the human heart came before someone thought to write down the heart shape...</div><div style="color: white;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: white;">"Funny money", while being cute and rhymey in this note, is also a slang term for counterfeit money. Fake dough. Invalid currency. Monopoly cash. But my girls most likely have never heard that term, and maybe aren't even aware that counterfeit money even exists. So is this man laughing because the money is funny in a jokester way, or is he laughing because he has a bunch of fake money he is about to use to try to buy things?</div><div style="color: white;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: white;">It's tough to get kids to eat veggies, so when you find one they like you need to make sure they eat a lot of it. Carrots are one of my girls' favorite veggies, and we buy them in all shapes and sizes...baby carrots, carrot wedges, big long carrots with the stalks intact, etc. Now that my girls are old enough to peel raw carrots on their own they have them for snacks a lot - mostly for the fun of peeling in my humble opinion!</div><div style="color: white;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: white;">The kangamoo is the only animal that is a native of Australia and the South West United States. It is unique because it has not only the familiar kangaroo-like pouch, but also cow-like udders hidden within the pouch. This is great for the kangamoo's young ones (called joeycalfs) who spend their days in the pouch having milk squirting wars and milk squirting distance contests.</div><div style="color: white;"><br />
</div><div style="color: white;">Hey...that would make a great name for a band. Captain Kangamoo!</div><br />
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</div><div style="color: white;">Taylor is a very talented singer and songwriter, someone whose music is very accessible to adults and teens/tweens alike. We first saw her several years ago as a 16 or 17 year old opening for Tim & Faith on their SoulIISoul 2 tour. We didn't know much about her, but her performance won us over. We took our girls to see her in concert a couple years ago and made it a surprise - we didn't tell them where we were going on the way so they were very happy.</div><div style="color: white;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: white;">Hmmm...could this be an autobiographical lunch note? LOL.</div><div style="color: white;"><br />
</div><div style="color: white;">Armadillo is a Spanish word meaning "little armored one". They're actually kind of cute in a weird way, and some can even roll up into a perfectly round protective ball of armor like a giant rolly-polly.</div><div style="color: white;"><br />
</div><div style="color: white;">This totally reminds me of one of my favorite episodes of Friends featuring Ross dressed as Santa's helper, the Holiday Armadillo. Remember that one?</div><div style="color: white;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: white;">Classic episode, and that's a pretty amazing armadillo costume too. Chandler steals Ross' thunder by dressing up as Santa, but then Ross convinces him to leave so he can teach Ben more about Jewish holiday traditions. (Ben was played by Dylan & Cole Sprouse - the twins who went on to play on Disney Channel's Suite Life of Zach and Cody.)</div><div style="color: white;"><br />
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But I digress. This was another fun lunch note built around that single little word I made up. Sometimes that's all it takes - come up with a silly word and the rest of the note is easy.</div><br />
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