"Bring your iPod...and a rake."

Brandi's sandwich.

Jasmine's Kool-aid.

Georgie's brain?

This is just the beginning of a long list of things lost today at lunch.

Brandi's sandwich: Brandi stands up. I pick up the sandwich to ask for a bite. Next thing I know, there's a fist in my back and a fierce: "Put it down!". This is what I get for asking...a bruise. But I got a bite...or three...anyways ;)

Jasmine's Kool-aid: Jasmine gets something stolen almost every day...but USUALLY it gets returned. Not if you give it to Tim...only seconds before the interrogation, the only thing I could hear was: "I need a draaank! Anybody got some quartahs?!" After a unanimous: "NO, TIM!", came a single: "where's my kool-aid??". The whole table was questioned & patted down but to no avail...but Tim's face spoke otherwise. And the empty kool-aid packet he pulled out of his pocket agreed with the smirk on his face.

"Jasmine, look in the trash..."

"WHO threw away my kool-aid?!"

and then the chase. But it was too funny to be angry for long.

And last but not least: Georgie. and the rake. Actually, let me back it up...Brandi, Hannah, Noah, and I were enjoying the weather outside, dancing about, minding our business when Jasmine and the Nieminions appeared. They advanced on us slowly and joined our conversation...well, two of them did. The OTHER one, (Georgie) picked up a rake and began to mess up the leaves and pine needles in the area. And then it happened. SOMEONE was bound to say SOMETHING dumb sooner or later, and today it happened to be Brandi:

"Georgie, you should be used to hard work...your ancestors are African!"

Georgie's head whipped around to Brandi and almost instantaneously the rake was in the air, and Brandi running across the parking lot with Georgie (and the rake) hot on her heels. Georgie soon gave up and returned to the rest of us, who were ROFLAPOP (I'll let you translate that however you so please). Brandi made her way back slowly, and Georgie made the appearance of a truce by advancing on Brandi, rake slung over her shoulder, only one word coming from her mouth...a word that no one understood, but apparently it meant something similar to ambush. Just as the word escaped her lips, Georgie pounced, and Brandi ran. And we laughed.
This is why none of us take P.E.
Because the people involved are usually running, and the rest of us are laughing so hard we may as well all have 8-packs.

Meat.

There are very few things in life that can start an argument at CCS. Okay, that's a lie. Correction: There are very few things in life that do not start arguments at CCS.
What were the arguments about today?

#1:
A bologna sandwich. This is how it began:
Kristi: "Brandi, WHY is the cheese in that sandwich so THICK?!"
Brandi: "uhhh...cause I like cheese?"
Georgie: "I KNOW!!! That bologna is TOO THICK and you only need one slice! Not three!"
She proceeded to fume about the proper thickness of a slice of deli meat, demonstrating with Noah's vocabulary cards. According to Georgie, the sandwich may as well have been a meat lovers' sandwich without bread (sidenote: I was eating meat lovers' pizza. but that's the next story). The next disaster? Georgie asking for a bite of the sandwich...which led to the next conversation...or debate. That's your call.

#2:
Bacon.
As is common knowledge, meat lovers' pizza generally comes with bacon.
But I HATE BACON! Especially on pizza. So my first bite into my pizza, it dawned on me:
"There BETTER not be bacon on this mess!"
That's when Noah decided to get crazy and volunteer to eat MY pizza if it had bacon on it.

Something about this week is making people lose their minds...meatlover sandwiches? eating MY pizza?
yeahhhh something's wrong.