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 Name::Bradley Reid Freeny II From::Clinton, Mississippi, United States View my complete profile  Mr. Bean Moment #1 Feed Bags New Column School Bus Diaries Flickr As easy as A+B+C=D The School Bus Diaries, Year II I'm BAAAAAACCKKKKK! NYC Here We Come! A Wii Problem  July 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 September 2007 January 2008 May 2008 June 2008 September 2008 |
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Monday, September 01, 2008Mr. Bean Moment #1 I'm not really sure where I am with this blog. I've had ideas for columns, and we see how that has gone. The School Bus Diaries were good while they lasted, but I've had so many behavior problems this year with the kids that I hardly let them talk anymore. That has hurt my source material. I thought blogging about things I love and things I hate would work. Obviously it didn't. My next idea is to write about my "Mr. Bean Moments." We'll see how that goes. If I can just discipline myself to one post a week, at least that will keep the blog alive. You see, I have decided that I am Mr. Bean. You know, the bumbling yet adorable idiot portrayed by the great Rowan Atkinson. I constantly find myself in awkward and confusing situations that would make great episodes of his television series. The example that follows happened while Britney and I were in Scotland this summer. It was a rainy day, and Britney and I had just hiked into town from our hotel. The hotel was, by the way, owned by Scrooge McDuck, but that's an entirely different story. As we entered the town, we decided that a cup of coffee and something to snack on would be a nice treat. After walking a bit longer, we entered a small cafe that seemed promising. It was a self-service establishment, complete with its own fancy coffee machine that typically would be found in a place like Cups. It seemed oddly out of place in this small Scottish village. As it turns out, I was the one who was out of place there. Britney filled her coffee cup with no problem whatsoever and proceeded down the line. I took a coffee cup from the counter and placed it under the machine. After pressing the appropriate button, I waited as my cup slowly filled up with hot, steaming coffee. And kept filling. And kept filling. And kept filling . . . Little did I know that I had chosen the cups for tea, a cup that is half the size of the coffee mugs! The manager saw what had happened and offered to clean up the mess. I thanked her and said that I would clean it. She also offered to allow me to fill another mug with coffee at no extra charge. I thanked her and politely refused, accepting the consequences of my idiocy. She returned to her register as I continued to fix my coffee. It was then that I saw what I thought was a steamed milk dispenser on the coffee machine. I was excited about this, as the thought of adding steamed milk to my coffee made me think of the delicious coffee from Spain, where we had been only the week before. I pressed the button, giddily anticipating the foamy, frothy milk. Except milk did not come out of the attachment. Oh, it involved steam alright, but not milk. Just steam, and lots of it! Hot, wet, steamy air loudly shot out of the attachment, much to my horror and embarrassment. And kept shooting. And kept shooting. And kept shooting . . . The manager rolled her eyes yet remained polite as she stepped over to help me once again. I apologize profusely as I explained what I was trying to do. She kindly dealt with my idiocy and explained that this was a new machine and that she did not know how to turn off the steam. In fact, she said that they needed to cover up the button, as they had never used this button before and prior to this occasion did not know its function. She suggested that I go ahead and pay for the coffee and see if the machine would stop on its own. I paid for the coffee, but the machine did not stop. I asked if I should press the button again to see if that would shut it off, and the manager replied that she did not know if that would work. I could see her grimace as I reached out to press the button anyway. Can you guess what happened next? Well, it stopped. I know, I'm as surprised as you are! 
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Sunday, May 18, 2008New ColumnI'm starting a new column for the summer. The title . . . "Things I Hate . . . Things I Love" This is to give me a chance to rant about things that really get my goat. I threw in the love part to balance out the negative energy from the hate part. Thing I hate #1 Calling a person only to hear an annoying song instead of the traditional ring. Now I know the rave is to create ring tones from your favorite songs. That's fine--I have a couple of my own. But when I call someone, I do not want to be subjected to a song that has to do with what a sexually frustrated young man wants to do with his ho. I mean, what is the point of this? It's not like the person whose phone has this feature can hear this song, unless said person is calling himself or herself. Do humanity a favor and leave it with the simple ring we have grown to love so much. Thing I love #1 My wife, Britney. She is the most wonderful woman in the world, and I love her with all that I am. Thanks Britney for being the person that you are!
My school bus diaries went a bit defunct this year. Part of that was because I had to require the students to be completely silent so many times (those elementary school hoodlums). Now summer is almost here, and there is no hope of a new school bus diary entry for a while. I do have this one, however, that I have been keeping tucked away for a time like this: Kindergartener: Mistah Bus Driver, K-Fed (not his real name) is cussin'! Me: K-Fed, stop cussing. K-Fed: I'm not cussing. Kindergartener: Yes you is! K-Fed: Mistah Bus Driver, is crackhead a cuss word? Me: No, but it's not nice . . .
Sunday, January 06, 2008FlickrWell, the first post of the new year . . . or since September 2007 for that matter! Just want to let everyone know about my flickr site -- just some photos I have been tweaking. Take a look HERE to check it out!
Tuesday, September 25, 2007As easy as A+B+C=DI finally got around to putting together the wheelbarrow that we bought about a month ago. Now, I could have bought the model that was already put together, but I don't think it would have fit in my car, and it cost $10 extra. This particular wheel barrow came in three main pieces: the large part that contains the load, the two handles, and a box of parts. When I opened up the box of parts this afternoon, I was dismayed to find that there were no instructions on how to put the wheelbarrow together. Britney then pointed out that the instructions were printed on side of the box, as seen here. Yes, that box in step one is the box of parts. Brilliant. Of course! Why wasn't it obvious to me? Needless to say, we both had a laugh about the incredibly detailed instructions. Thankfully there was also a picture of the real wheelbarrow completely put together that helped me guesstimate where things were supposed to go. With Britney's help, we finally finshed the job.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007The School Bus Diaries, Year IIWell, I made it through an entire year of enduring the sweltering heat, freezing weather, ungodly early hours, and screaming kids that are all part of the job of driving a school bus. Yes, somehow I survived all of that, and I still came back for more. That's right, Mr. Freeny is once again "Mistah Bus Driver." With that title comes even more entries into the School Bus Diaries. I already have quite a few to start off the year with and had already chosen one to include as my first entry. However, one of my students said something this afternoon that I decided MUST be the first entry. Here goes. To preface this entry with a second preface, I must first say that on Friday Britney, Tim Krason, and I attended the Clinton High School game that took place in our new stadium. There I saw one of my afternoon bus riders. Today on my bus, the conversation between me and this 7th grade student went something like this: Student: Mr. Freeny, who was that boy sitting next to you at the game? Me: What boy? (I assumed he was probably referring to the toddler who was at one point sitting next to Tim.) Student: You know, the tall boy with the dark hair. Me: Oh, that's Tim. Student: Is he your son? Me: My son!!! How old do you think he is? Better yet, how old do you think I am? Student: I thought he was probably 13. Me: You realize that if he were my 13 year-old son, I would have been 13 when he was born? Student: Well, I didn't know. I will close by stating that I don't know why I expected this student to do the math regarding the ages, as he had already told me he was grounded for making an F in math. And Tim, just look at this as a compliment--you age well.
Sunday, September 16, 2007I'm BAAAAAACCKKKKK!Well, it has been quite some time since I have updated this blog. Shame on me. I had all summer to write witty quips and insightful observations, but instead I chose to sleep late and play video games. Oh yeah, and there was that whole moving thing too! As my last entry was about my reservations regarding the New York subway system, I think it only appropriate to let everyone know that Britney and I made it just fine, thanks to some expert advice from Tim Krason. By the end of our stay, we were something like experts ourselves. To say the least, we walked a lot in New York. But that is the way I like to see a city—by walking. You really get a feel of where things are, what the people are like, and you simply get to see so much more than if you were to ride a tour bus or take a taxi. It is also great deal cheaper. We did so much while in New York that it would take forever to talk about everything in this post. A few of the highlights were seeing Amy Poehler, Rachel Dracht, and the driver from the “Two Guys” Sonic commercials in an improv show call ASSSCATTT 3000 put on by The Upright Citizen’s Brigade. Also, we finally saw Wicked, which was incredible. For those of you who don’t know, the story of The Wizard of Oz has been following, or should I say haunting me, since I wrote my Bib and Research paper on the novel Wicked. Seeing the musical had been something Britney and I had wanted to do for about 4 years! For pictures of the many other wonderful things we did, check out my Facebook page. I have about 8 albums full of pictures! Oh yeah, and stay tuned for my next post---The School Bus Diaries will be back!
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