Learning how to get a girl's number from a 6th grader

I had the pleasure of having my coworker's youngest son hanging out in my office. I like to chat with him and see what he's been up to. The young man is 11 years old, so he's been around for a while and knows what he's talking about. We spoke about school and athletics. I brought up how when I was his age I ran track in middle school. He informed me how in the 4th grade he played football, but not anymore. I asked him why, and he said he didn't have time anymore. He was busy with friends... and girls. "Girls?!" I asked. "Yeah, girls." he confirmed.

He proceeded to inform me that he just got a girls number. He had been hollering at her for 2 years, but he got her number yesterday at recess. Playing into the role I do with kids, I seemed shocked. I told him I would need to know how he does it, and I proceeded to take notes (later to be turned into this blog).

The boy said it was easy, and his instruction began. While fiddling with his multicolored Lego gun, he said I would need to start with "the move". When I jokingly asked if he meant a dance move, he corrected me. "No, the move. You know: the move. Like the move they do in the movies." he said. I stretched my arms up to yawn and lowered the one arm as to put it over the shoulders of my invisible neighbor. Yes, that was it. Then you have to do something "dumb" like jumping off a rock and maybe hurting myself. Another example he gave was for me to try doing flips, but with his warning that, "It might hurt." From there he instructed that I talk to her for a while and finally get her number. ("Just like that?" I thought to myself.)

Later in our discussion he told me how he wrote her 36 love notes when he met her in the 4th grade, and now it might pay off. Maybe he could take her on a date on Friday he explained to me.

Just like that, this kid got a girl's number. This young man is inquisitive, friendly, and creative with Legos. What more could a girl ask for? I took my notes to be posted on this blog so that men the world-over can learn from this wise 4 foot playa.

Cheers!

The day before Turkey Day

I hate the idea of working before Thanksgiving, but here I am... bright-eyed and bushytailed.

I don't recall having Thanksgiving week off when I was in high school. That would have been sweet! But that leads to high school student here in Texas having the week off, and for some of those seniors this is their opportunity to visit a college campus and meet with an admission officer. Lucky me. That, my friends, is why I am working today.

In addition to the national holiday of thanks tomorrow, this is also my birthday weekend. As one can imagine I want to be done with the day.

Am I right, or am I right?

Bobble Head

Work afforded me the chance to attend my first NBA game. I was part of a mini college fair hosted by the San Antonio Spurs. It wasn't a very impressive program, but they're in the business of entertainment... not education. I give them an "A" for effort. That "A" was not influence by the hand written thank you note nor the Ginobili bobble head I was give. After fair I joined my colleague from Texas Christian University to watch the game against the Denver Nuggets. While inside we ran into a couple other college reps and we hung out together before the game got started. One of the reps was a reminder why I have a secret "thing" for red-heads. Thank you ma'am!

The game was... pretty good. Spurs lost, though. I have no allegiance to any NBA team. However, while in college I did become somewhat of a Pistons fan. I've been in Texas long enough, and been recruiting San Antonio students long enough that the second NBA team I would support would be the San Antonio Spurs.

So...

Go Spurs Go!

I got it

So, I came home this evening. Well into the evening. I still refused to say anything to my one inconsiderate roommate and headed straight to my room. Outside my bedroom door was a package. Right away I recognized the return address.

I opened the box and low and behold, after 13 days short of 5 years, I finally received my membership certificate. I can't begin to figure why it had taken so long for me to receive. For the most part, I blame Canadians.

... Let me explain

Blogging has become a fun hobby for me. When I find the time I blog. However, with the amount of travel I've been doing, I'm left with too few opportunities to put my thoughts in text. Last month was a poor showing on my part. I get a "D" for effort. This is like middle school language arts all over again.

Right. So... My good friend Barry, known to others as Barack, is now President-elect for the U.S. and A. I figured after a long stint without a posting by me, I'd share a fun post with you. Actually just this fun picture.

This shirt was given to my by my mom. Although, I didn't wear it to work, nor to my polling station, I did wear it the rest of the evening. For the most part, it got some laughs and greetings of support. However, I did see a few faces (a few, friends of mine) less than pleased. My political stance is pretty clear. None-the-less, I hope you like the picture.