Just returned from Youth Conference in Manti where I learned a few surprising truths:
- I can only take so much Michael Buble' while driving through Southern Utah. And yet, I prefer him to The Beatles. Weird, I know, but I think the Beatles must have been smokin' something when they wrote all those songs about strawberries.
- Pillows and bath towels are the spice of life. Unless you forget to bring them to Youth Conference. In which case duffel bags and clean, dry undershirts are a nice substitute spice of life.
- The Manti Pageant has one (or two) too many pioneer scenes. Just sayin'
- Creeper is the new stalker when it comes to word of choice among modern American teenagers in Utah (MATU).
- My daughter is from Venus and I am from Mars.
- My daughter rolls her eyes at Martians. Even the ones who suffer extreme agony for 18 hours in order to hatch her.
- Martians are people too.
- MATU boys dig Justin Bieber as much as girls. Only they call him JB when they bust a move to his pimped out songs. (Not paraphrasing here.)
- JB was right. You should never say never. You don't know when you might run into a kid from your old hood in Hawaii at Youth Conference, who may or may not have participated in a game of kissing tag with your daughter when she was 7 years old, and who was perpetually and consistently a head shorter than she.
But look who's towering over her now!
SaaaWeeeeet!
p.s. Here's a riddle for you: What's the difference between a Martian and a Venusian? A Martian would never roll her eyes at her mother for publicly mentioning a game of early childhood kissing tag.
p.s. Speaking of kissing tag, I'm still waiting for my Adrien Brody kiss.
11 comments:
I am from Earth and my daughter is from Pluto which, I hear, isn't even a planet anymore.
Glad you had a good time!
My kids are just plain alien life forms.
I'm glad your daughter played kissing tag, but I am pretty sure I would have been bitter at you for posting it too.
Sounds like it was a fun time. I've heard the Manti Pageant is awesome. Maybe they could take out a few pioneer scenes.........or not.
How fun! Being a member of the church is a small world sometimes.
Creeper. Yeah. And everything, EVERYthing that is unpleasant (for any reason) is creepy. Like baking some cookies for a boy and dropping them at his house? Creepy. Even if he did the same to you a month ago - which was NOT creepy, rather, adorable.
Also, homework is creepy. And the teacher who assigns it can be a creeper.
Alas, I am the alien here.
Martha, your son is jumping on our tramp right now! Wooohoooo! He's a cutie patootie!
I had such a great time at the Manti pageant one time. I saw this anti guy attacking the cutest young man...I mean attack! I don't know what happened to me but I jumped in between them and ordered him away!! Like some kind of warrior...I will never forget it...
If you want to send me your hub's email address I could email him a link to your blog, then maybe you could cash in on that kiss! OR, cut up a piece of aloe vera, slather it on your lips and simulate kickin' it 7-year-old style.
I just want you to know your options.
I think I fell asleep in the Manti Pageant. Sorry, but Palmyra rocks!
I always enjoy reading your blog...it usually put a smile on my face.
I got spanked once by my dad for playing kissing tag.
and ..don't worry,
the "planets tend to align" as the kids get older.
Manti pageant was something I did once for a reason. Nauvoo is where it's at. It blows the rest of them out of the water.
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