Ode to the Cookies

I went to a Swim&Gym youth activity at our church last night. 41 kids from our youth group loaded up onto the bus to go down to the place where the pool and gym were, in a town about 45 minutes away. As we were going down the highway, we stopped at the railroad tracks and opened the bus doors like you're supposed to. (I still don't know why) By some strange act of inertia, the cookies the youth leaders had brought tumbled down the stairs and out the door. Everyone just kind of stared for a few seconds, until our youth pastor stood and said, "All right, now let's all come up with an ode to the cookies."
Never one to turn down a challenge to write, I whipped out a pen and a piece of paper, and in five minutes I had scrawled these words(My handwriting is normally messy, but when I write on a bus, it's completely illegible):

Ode to the Cookies

The cookies are gone.
The cookies have died.
The whole youth group could drink
Of the tears we have cried.

The cookies are gone.
The cookies are dead.
I'll have nightmares of this
When I go to bed.

The cookies are gone,
Gone to heaven's bright shores.
We have lost these dear cookies.
Thank goodness there's more.

Then, another girl on the bus rapped it, which was completely hilarious to listen to and watch. On the way back, we saw the little cookie tray on the side of the road. Hope the animals will enjoy the cookies in our stead!!!

I Have Problems With My Life

Those of you who know me know how klutzy I am. I have an unusual talent for doing stupid stuff, such as shutting my own head in a door (if you don't know, don't ask) and giving myself a papercut on my own binder, and a lot of other stuff like that.

Like last Thursday. Our class went outside to have an Easter egg hunt. There was gum inside some of the eggs, and our teacher told us we were allowed to chew it. I found an egg with gum inside, so naturally, I starting chewing it and blowing bubbles and stuff.

Unfortunately for me, it was very windy that day, and, when I blew a bubble, the wind blew my hair into it, coating the tips of my hair on both sides.

I spent the rest of my recess (by then we'd found all the eggs) trying to get the gum out of my hair. When we got inside, I headed straight for the bathroom, got some soap and water, and worked some more on my hair. I'd gotten a bit of the gum out, but not very much. AND I was going to a friend's house that night, so I couldn't go home and shampoo it or anything AND I had to go to my older brother's concert that night. So there I was, with wet, gummy hair, contemplating the rest of my options. I went to one of my friends and asked her what she thought I should do. She came to the conclusion that if it didn't wash out, I'd have to cut it out. I asked her if trying to brush it out would work, but she advised me not to, saying it would mess up the brush.

So, school ended, and I went home with my friend and into the bathroom. My friend's mom had read somewhere that ice was really good for getting gum out of things, so I grabbed a couple of ice cubes. Despite the advice I'd been given, I really didn't want to have to wash my hair or cut it, so we decided to use the brush and hope for the best.

A few minutes and several yowls of pain later, the gum was out of my hair, leaving me with wet strands of hair and another pathetically funny story to tell.