tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36773435.post1101178583822620032..comments2023-06-08T06:39:20.725-06:00Comments on Wendy's World (tour): Murphy's LawWendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17769485680272635899noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36773435.post-67240197251166660032008-06-01T20:57:00.000-06:002008-06-01T20:57:00.000-06:00You've been tagged, read my blog to find out the r...You've been tagged, read my blog to find out the rules.Jessicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17432734115301629575noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36773435.post-26342322544008329162008-05-28T18:09:00.000-06:002008-05-28T18:09:00.000-06:00Oh Wendy!This blog hit a little too close to home ...Oh Wendy!<BR/><BR/>This blog hit a little too close to home for me. While I do not have nearly as many extra-curriculars going on in my life, I could completely relate to over-booking, and then when I read that you forgot to tell the young girl to ride the bus, I felt a nauseaus feeling in the pit of my stomach. On the 2nd day of school this year, I received a phone call from the office that I was to tell a student not to take the bus home, but to take the bus to the Boys and Girls Club. I get very upset when I am called in the middle of a lesson, and I refuse to deliver messages in the middle of a lesson. So, I relay the message after the lesson (or whenever I remember it). On this particular day (2nd day of school, mind you...picture chaos), I COMPLETELY forgot to relay the message. It wasn't until 3:45, that I remembered. I frantically called the mom and explained my blunder. She wasn't too upset...more worried than anything because her daughter didn't have keys to get into the house. The mom tried calling the neighbors, and I said I would drive over and take the girl to the Boys and Girls Club. After 20 minutes of searching for the house, I found the girl in her front yard playing with the neighbors. I picked her up and drove her to the Boys and Girls Club. She was quite surprised to see me. We still talk about it today. Alls well that ends well.<BR/>NSTAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com