• List of songs featured on The Office: Information from Answers.com
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But since it’s only been twice, there’s really nothing to complain about. You should be glad that we’re not in 3rd grade and this isn’t the Halloween carnival princess nomination. If it were, I’d be coming over to sit across from you in the cafeteria, wearing sea green stirrup pants, enjoying my post-lasagna ice cream cone, saying, “So, whose name are you going to write down on the ballot after story today?” Only I wouldn’t say “ballot” because most kids in my 3rd grade class had no idea what a ballot was. I did. I was a politically aware 8-year-old (and now look at me). But that’s a story for another time.

Without further ado…

Only one day left to get your nominations in for the 2007 Okie Blog Awards. Hurry on over there and nominate your socks off! Nomination or not, I’m probably going to head up to The Part of the State I Don’t Like So Much (except for their Quick Trips. I love QT) for the Okie Blogger Round-Up with The Boyfriend. A cash donation might even persuade me to wear stirrup pants, if anyone is interested.

Dear readers, I received my (FREE! hello, I’m there) “Fred ‘08” bumper sticker in the mail today. Nice, because just yesterday I was commenting on the fact that I needed to order one. Now I’ll just get myself a yard sign and maybe it’ll combat the vibes wafting from across the street (my neighbor’s bumper sticker collection that includes the following: “IMPEACH”, the crossed-out “W” sticker, “NPR”, an updated count of Iraqi civilians killed in the war…okay dude. We get it.)

This is actually causing me pain to write this. For those of you who didn’t know me back then (most of you), I was a pretty sensitive little kid. Read lots of sad stories, crushed on the popular boys, sat in the corner reading…you get the picture. Eighth grade was a pretty tough year for me as it seemed I was at the peak of my awkwardness.

The poem is entitled “Reflection”…ahem. Goodness only knows what I was reflecting on here. This is a glimpse into the mind of the young poet. Be gentle.

REFLECTION

I look at you
and see myself
so perfectly.

You are my goodness,
my will,
my hope.

When I look at you
I see everything
that I want to be.

Elizabeth Michelle Johnson
Age: 14

…here on MissWisabus.com

• Meeting the Parents (me meeting The Boyfriend’s parents, that is. He met mine a whiiile back.)
• My Trip to Scranton, Pennsylvania, Home of Dwight Schrute, bears, beets, and Battlestar Galactica
• My Trip to Philadelphia
• My First Time Flying (the mode of transportation we used to get to the above-mentioned places)
• A Night at the Grand House
• A Poem I Wrote in 8th Grade
• The long-awaited, “Thirteen Keys to My Heart” that I never finished writing because I knew Kevin was reading my blog back in the day and I was afraid that posting that list would either A) scare him off or B) encourage him to DO all those things.

Yesterday I worked in the 3-year-old room. Not my usual place and most definitely not my favorite, but it does make for an interesting time. These young people speak a bit more clearly, “go pee-pee in the potty”, and don’t always have to wear bibs. Nice change from the everyday, “I poopy.”

Young Trent was sitting at the table, singing “I’m In The Lord’s Army” and I knew this because he got all the bits about marching in the infantry and riding in the cavalry right. It was that last little bit that caught my attention. So I asked, “Trent, could you sing it again?” And off he went, belting it out.

“I may never march in the infantry
Ride in the cavalry
Shoot the artillery
I may never fly o’er the enemy
But I don’t know what’s wrong with me!
Yes, sir!
I don’t know what’s wrong with me!
Yes, sir!“

For those of you who didn’t grow up attending vacation Bible school, the line is not “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” It’s “I’m in the Lord’s army.”

Another story about “beans” tomorrow. Today is GAME DAY at OU! Woowoo!