while watching bigbangtheory, alan would often try to pause at the end of the show when the screen would flash a bunch of text, numbered something. i thought he was weird until we did manage to pause it and read ... and realized that chucklorre is pretty funny.
http://www.chucklorre.com/index-bbt.php
well lo and behold, they're called "vanity cards" and they're archived on his site. for all of my 2 readers out there ... you're welcome.
i had private lessons with m + p yesterday - it's kind of wild to think that they're 14 already. i've been coaching them for half their lives ... though they're not all that different as teenagers as they were as 7 year olds. except they're amazons. p has already surpassed 6 ft and m is probably sitting pretty at 5'10".
twins always fascinate me - and while these two are obviously fraternal since they're boy-girl, they're just so different (and yet so much alike). i've long since learned that i can't teach them together (they end up bickering and nagging each other and it's unproductive) - and now that they're older we work on very different things. but i realized, when you watch these kids grow up (literally up), you really do bond with them.
a side note on growing up - since they're freaking giants now, the running joke is something like this:
darlin: HAHAHA. you're looking up at patrick now.
me: yeah, that's weird. p, fix this situation
p: is that better?
me: much
these kids crack me up, because honestly they're athletic and strong and young and could probably out-do me in anything we tried. but for whatever reason i think they still remember me as that giant who was always yelling at them to do something faster or better ... or making them cry. (though i'm reassured that they appreciated it, thank goodness). but to me they're still those little 7 year old monkeys who wouldn't stop talking or smiling (they still don't).
yesterday i was thinking about how to fix m's sidekick balance, and she said "that's six!" and i asked her what she was talking about.
apparently i have five (well perhaps now six) "thinking faces". she can imitate them (including the accompanying hand motions) - which is kind of creepy but kind of endearing.
of course her last observation was "well they all end in torture, it's just a matter of what kind".
the funniest moment of p's lesson was when i was stretching him, and i said what i always say when he's fighting me: "be jesus!" (meaning put your arms out to the sides spread eagle). at a certain point he can't take it anymore and he says "but i'm not jesus! i'm st. patrick!"
jan was watching all of this, and like the good filipino catholic that he is, responds with "and what do people do on st. patrick's day? drink and get in trouble! so that's why you should be jesus instead of st. patrick!"
haha these guys just crack me up ...
http://www.chucklorre.com/index-bbt.php
well lo and behold, they're called "vanity cards" and they're archived on his site. for all of my 2 readers out there ... you're welcome.
i had private lessons with m + p yesterday - it's kind of wild to think that they're 14 already. i've been coaching them for half their lives ... though they're not all that different as teenagers as they were as 7 year olds. except they're amazons. p has already surpassed 6 ft and m is probably sitting pretty at 5'10".
twins always fascinate me - and while these two are obviously fraternal since they're boy-girl, they're just so different (and yet so much alike). i've long since learned that i can't teach them together (they end up bickering and nagging each other and it's unproductive) - and now that they're older we work on very different things. but i realized, when you watch these kids grow up (literally up), you really do bond with them.
a side note on growing up - since they're freaking giants now, the running joke is something like this:
darlin: HAHAHA. you're looking up at patrick now.
me:
p:
me: much
these kids crack me up, because honestly they're athletic and strong and young and could probably out-do me in anything we tried. but for whatever reason i think they still remember me as that giant who was always yelling at them to do something faster or better ... or making them cry. (though i'm reassured that they appreciated it, thank goodness). but to me they're still those little 7 year old monkeys who wouldn't stop talking or smiling (they still don't).
yesterday i was thinking about how to fix m's sidekick balance, and she said "that's six!" and i asked her what she was talking about.
apparently i have five (well perhaps now six) "thinking faces". she can imitate them (including the accompanying hand motions) - which is kind of creepy but kind of endearing.
of course her last observation was "well they all end in torture, it's just a matter of what kind".
the funniest moment of p's lesson was when i was stretching him, and i said what i always say when he's fighting me: "be jesus!" (meaning put your arms out to the sides spread eagle). at a certain point he can't take it anymore and he says "but i'm not jesus! i'm st. patrick!"
jan was watching all of this, and like the good filipino catholic that he is, responds with "and what do people do on st. patrick's day? drink and get in trouble! so that's why you should be jesus instead of st. patrick!"
haha these guys just crack me up ...
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