This quote keeps popping up all over my Twitter feed this morning.
“I was a little disappointed the media called it a tie but I think that means, when they call it a tie, that means we win.”
— Sen. John McCain, quoted by Reuters, “during a telephone call that was caught by cameras filming him at his campaign headquarters.”
This is, by the way, how my niece Isabelle sees a tie in Balloon Lagoon, too.
Via Political Wire, from Reuters.
We have 2 copies of Winnie The Pooh in Latin.
Most of our boxes look something like this:
…or this:
So if you are making minimum-wage as a cashier and at the end of the day, your drawer is missing $20, you probably get fired, because losing a twenty is either stealing or incompetence. But if you’re making a huge salary as a CFO, and large amounts of money disappear from your bank, the government will come in with lots of money to help you out!
I saw this and wanted to share with you all: the site WeirdFragrances.com is offering samples of zany perfumes! I’m not entirely sure what their deal is, since the site says that the scents aren’t available for purchase, but the fragrances are things like Fresh Bread, Fourth of July and Grease Monkey.
This is not a paid advertisement (those are over in the margin!), I am not getting cash or a free t-shirt for this. (I did ask for a sample of Magazine Pages, though.) Weird Fragrances didn’t ask me to write about them, but if they happen to find my blog, I suggest Hotel Swimming Pool as a new scent.
Update: Since I posted this 9/08 and it’s now 4/09, and I’ve never gotten this scent in the mail, it’s probably safe to say I’m never going to find out what Magazine Pages scent smells like.
Isabelle is my 5-year-old niece. She makes me reconsider my whole childfree thing sometimes, but then I see other kids at the mall, and I remember why I don’t like children. (Actually, I don’t like people, but smaller, fragile people who scream and need changing are worse.)
Isabelle: Aunt Meg, what’s this?
Meg: You making a weird face at the dinner table.
Isabelle: No, what’s this part?
Meg: Your tongue.
Isabelle: No, what am I doing?
Meg: Sticking out your tongue.
Isabelle:No! Aunt Meg! I’m doing a Gene Simmons!
I know I didn’t teach her that.
I got a couple weeks of work teaching at a GED program run by the local housing authority. The funding situation hcnaged at the last minute, so my starting situation was a bit disorganized, but not so bad that someone who’s taught ESL in China would notice.
My class is held in a building with a HeadStart and some kind of women’s health program, down a street of light-up Bail Bonds and Check Cashing signs. When I came in, the matriarch at the front desk offered to lock up my purse for me, and made sure I hadn’t left anything important in the car. It really didn’t improve my first-class confidence.
The students, though, were any teacher’s dream. They all really wanted to be there and really wanted to do the work. We worked on essay writing, and while their writing level was general pretty low, and they were pleased with their essays at the end of class. One woman said that she couldn’t wait to read her work to her kids to show them how intellectual she sounded. I was so proud!
Stick and I were talking about this at dinner that night, in between convincing Stick’s parents that I’m perfectly safe. Our waitress came back over at this point. “Are y’all doing good over here?” she asked us.
“Sure she is.” Stick said, “But she has to drive to the projects to do it.”
My 1-yr-old nephew just learned how to pull the babysafe plugs out of the electrical outlets. This means careful monitoring when he’s running around, and also vague embarrassment that he can get them out faster than I can.
