GIRLS ARE NOT FUNNY

Teenage Boys: Another Reason why Girls are not Funny

Discipling teenage girls is fun because it means that teenage boys are not far away. Unfortunately though, our boy to girl ratio is about one to ten. So when strategizing on how we could bring in more boys I turned to the Homecoming King of one of the local high schools and asked, “Car, how can we use your popularity to bring in more dudes?” In which a guy leader interrupted with a tone of disappointment in me for pumping Car’s ego and said, “What she is trying to say, Car, is how can you influence guys around you at your high school to partake in our community?”

The shame of irresponsibly asking that question did not last long because Car’s instant response, in a very concerned tone was, “But all my friends are girls.”

Guys like Car make things very exciting because consequently, girls are not funny.

For instance, Car started a hashtag on instagram that had to do with being both rude and nude at the same time. So when a teacher turns their head in class or during an innocent walk down the hall, Car will unbutton his shirt and a friend with an iPhone will not be too far off to capture the moment. It’s turned into a cultural phenomenon down here in Central Florida amongst high schoolers. Unfortunately, some have taken the “nude” part extremely literal. I’ve already seen one too many underage butts.

So what I am basically saying is – Car is that guy we all had in high school that gets away with anything and everything, all for the sake of humor. He also happens to love me, a lot. Last week he asked me to marry him. It’s all very adorable, very hilarious.

So to help paint the picture, I thought I’d share some photos I receive from him, of himself of course, with both impeccable and awkward timing.

So when Car finally made a guest appearance at Family Dinner with all of my friends, I made him tell everyone about his self-generated, slightly inappropriate hashtag. Once the story was told, an instant challenge was given: Car had to take a rude nude without any of us noticing.

Twenty minutes later, someone checked their instagram and found this:

So thankful for Car, his heart for the lost at his school, and of course, his humor.

Minimum Wage Conversations II

Besides nannying, I spend my Mondays working for Florida minimum wage, assembling “boutique” paper products. It’s all very cute, very hip. But I find myself looking around asking – does this assembly line of beautiful, talented woman understand that they’re dressing up to do work most companies pay children in China to do? I also find myself laughing, a lot.

This is: Minimum Wage Conversations

The last time I was just visiting Central Florida, Mj showed me a website that a friend of hers made. Every day the guy would put up a new jingle. They were terribly funny and usually about cat food. I became his fan. He also works at boutique paper company.

“Wanna go to lunch?” I asked my friend Liz.

“Yeah, one o’clock okay?” she replied.

“Sounds good. But uhh, you think Tom has lunch plans?” I sheepishly inserted.

“Do you want me to ask him for you?” she sarcastically replied, completely onto me.

“How’d you know?” I asked. “Ha. Don’t tell him I said anything.”

Through laughter she consented, but it didn’t really matter because I soon realized he had overheard the whole exchange. I was still unashamed.

During lunch…

“Why are you wearing that string around your neck, Tom?” Someone asked.

It’s my trophy.” He replied though a large grin.

“Tom went to my baby shower yesterday.” A very pregnant boutique paper company employee responded. I began chuckling at the thought of a coed baby shower. “Yeah, you know that game where you have to guess the circumference of the mother’s pregnant belly?” she went on, “Well Tom won and now he is wearing the string as his trophy.”

I looked over as he was literally wearing his trophy, closing his eyes, smiling wide and nodding his head in complete satisfaction with himself.

“And you wanna know how I really won? What my strategy was?” he asked the group. “I measured my own belly.” The whole lunch group exploded in laughs, shouting “no way!” and “whoa!” There was no denying it, his very jolly, round physique proves his strategy true.

“The string was spot on,” the expecting mother confirmed, “not a millimeter too long or too short.”

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