Google Loves Mr. Men

Anyone else here a Mr. Men fan? (There are also the 'Little Miss' books, but I don't know them as well)

If you aren't...you my friend are missing out on some of the greatest "children's" books. I put children's in quotations because these books are just so cute and funny that you just can't help but love them, even at any age. See, these are the Mr. Men:

Aren't they just adorable? I remember that the first Mr Men book I read was 'Mr. Strong', but Mr Muddle and Mr Clumsy were my favorites. I became hooked. My aunt LOVES Mr. Men books and has pretty much all of them, so when we visit my aunt and uncle, there's not a visit that doesn't pass without the reading of some good 'ole Mr Men books. Now it's fun because I can read them to my little cousins!

Imagine my delight then, when upon finishing my math test this afternoon, I opened my computer to my google and saw....Mr Men, specifically Mr Bump, sitting on my homepage. I thought it was AWESOME. I was even happier when I realized that once you refreshed the page....different ones would show up. So, so epic.

Anyway, I kept scrolling through until I think I saw, and saved all of them, so if you didn't get to see these today...here they are now.

(These are all Google's property, by the way)

(My favorite) 

Soccer Balls Just Love Me

I swear. My head is a magnet for soccer balls.

I actually played soccer for a number of years without incident, but during one practice in sixth grade we were scrimmaging and I was playing defense and was running up to meet the oncoming offense player, who promptly kicked the ball, hoping to score but my head got in the way and the ball struck me hard in the forehead, knocking me to the ground.

Same thing happened a year later during a game with my travel team....except this time I was hit full in the face.

After that season, I quit soccer.

But I still had to play indoor soccer in gym class and that March I was sitting in the bleachers, waiting for my turn to play, talking to my friend Hannah, when a soccer ball comes whizzing at me and hits the front of my head. It gave me a concussion. I was not pleased.

Fall of 8th grade, I was at one of my brother's soccer games. I was sitting on the sideline, contentedly reading my book. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a soccer ball comes and hits me in the face. It was NOT COOL.

Soccer balls just seemed to be attracted to my face or something.

Then came yesterday...

I was having a very good day. Biology wasn't painful, band was fun and went very well, history was pretty chill learning about Buddhist meditation, and gym was the last class of the day.

I got to gym ready to go, took my inhalar, it was a beautiful day out, we were supposed to run a half mile and I finished first and was feeling really good after....it was good. Then my teacher said "Let's go over to the outfield of the baseball field and do some soccer." So we went. We were in groups doing a drill called juggling, where you pass the ball around and hit it only with you feet, knees and head and try not to let it touch the ground. The first minutes went well. Then someone kicked the ball a little bit too hard and.....into my face it went. Somehow, my glasses flew off my face and blood started exploding out of my nose. It was very gross. By the time I got up to the nurse my hands and face were simply COVERED in blood. It's probably good I didn't meet anyone in the halls, because I looked like something out of a horror movie.

See what I mean about soccer balls just loving me? I'm starting to think whenever I play soccer or watch soccer, I'm going to need to start wearing a helmet and face mask to protect myself!

Turning the Tables

When you accidentally wake up at four-thirty in the morning, an hour too early, this could be a sign that your day might not be the best.

If you accidentally wake up at four-thirty in the morning, AND it's raining, your day probably won't be so great.

If you accidentally wake up at four-thirty in the morning, and it's raining, AND you are all happy because it's finally Friday, but then you realize it's only Thursday, your day has taken an almost certain downhill plunge.

And, if you accidentally wake up at four-thirty in the morning, and it's raining, and you are all happy because it's finally Friday, but then you realize it's only Thursday, AND you have tests or quizzes of some sort in three out of four classes that day....you just know that it's going to be a bad day.

I was ready for one of, you know, those days. Like the one pictured in this cartoon:

I did not, however, have a terrible day. My powers of telling the future of this day were wrong. The first very good thing was walking into second block English class I saw, not my usual, extremely annoying, gets-on-my-nerves-so-much-every-class teacher, but a very funny substitute. Score one for a good day.

All my quizzes and tests were not hard either....and I was assigned minimal homework. Two more bonuses. The day was really looking up, and so here I am now typing this post and the rest of my day doesn't seem that awful either.

I'm just going to do my minimal bit of homework, chill and head to spring jazz rehearsal. I'm excited for this because (assuming my brother brings it home) I get to play trombone :) 

I haven't gotten to play some decent 'bone in quite some time and I miss it, so this will be good.

The moral of this post? Don't make assumptions. They can be very wrong.