holy smokes!: November 2007 Archives
so this afternoon when i came home from a crap load of grading at the office (still not done), we decided to take the dogs on a walk.
we now have two dogs... one is ours, the other is my aunt and uncle's dog... a pent up cocker spaniel. the walk lasted a good 40 minutes and was at a fast pace. there was one problem... i lost my keys in the process. so i doubled back to look for them. no sign of my keys.
i do not lose my keys. ever. so this is terribly frustrating to me. you have no idea what we had to go through to get back into the house. it involved four different households. so this week, i am making about a bagillion copies of our house key... want one?
we now have two dogs... one is ours, the other is my aunt and uncle's dog... a pent up cocker spaniel. the walk lasted a good 40 minutes and was at a fast pace. there was one problem... i lost my keys in the process. so i doubled back to look for them. no sign of my keys.
i do not lose my keys. ever. so this is terribly frustrating to me. you have no idea what we had to go through to get back into the house. it involved four different households. so this week, i am making about a bagillion copies of our house key... want one?
since i am complaining about thanksgiving, i thought i would share a story that has nothing to do with thanksgiving. just because.
a few weeks ago in class, we (my students and i) were discussing a poem. for prep, the students needed to come up with the qualities of a lamb based on preconceived notions. so, while the students are doing this in groups, i do the same thing. it is only fair that i participate.
they start compiling a list of qualities, naive, innocent, sweet, young, soft, white, etc. they did really well. but deep down inside, i was slightly disappointed that no one came up with delicious. le sigh. they all shook their heads when i made this suggestion. they take poetry way too seriously.
a few weeks ago in class, we (my students and i) were discussing a poem. for prep, the students needed to come up with the qualities of a lamb based on preconceived notions. so, while the students are doing this in groups, i do the same thing. it is only fair that i participate.
they start compiling a list of qualities, naive, innocent, sweet, young, soft, white, etc. they did really well. but deep down inside, i was slightly disappointed that no one came up with delicious. le sigh. they all shook their heads when i made this suggestion. they take poetry way too seriously.
(looking at a quarter of washington state)
him: whatcha looking at?
me: a quarter i haven't seen yet.
him: let me see.
(he takes quarter from my hand and inspects it)
him: look at the dolphin.
me: eyebrows raised. or a salmon?
him: it looks like a dolphin.
me: eyebrows still raised. or a salmon?
him: i guess dolphins would be in florida.
me: yes, yes they would. and salmon would be in washington.
for the record, it does not look like a dolphin.
him: whatcha looking at?
me: a quarter i haven't seen yet.
him: let me see.
(he takes quarter from my hand and inspects it)
him: look at the dolphin.
me: eyebrows raised. or a salmon?
him: it looks like a dolphin.
me: eyebrows still raised. or a salmon?
him: i guess dolphins would be in florida.
me: yes, yes they would. and salmon would be in washington.
for the record, it does not look like a dolphin.
two things happened this evening.
1. we went to the postsecret talk on campus this evening. this site has certainly been a guilty pleasure of mine, every sunday morning for a while now. not to mention, i look at it throughout the week to think about the things that compel people to a) keep that a secret and b) confess. i find some of them interesting since i can't relate to them. some break my heart. some bring tears to my eyes. and yet, others make me smile or laugh. and i will even admit it, a lot of them make me feel good about myself because i realize how good i have it.
2. apparently, buying two lightbulbs over the weekend for what i thought was $14 turned out to be a $459 experience unbeknownst to me. can you say JESUS!?!?! at the moment, i am still shaken because i don't like it when money comes out of my acct and i didn't benefit from it. i can justify a car payment, mortgage, bills, coffee, maid, etc, because i get something out of those withdrawals. but $459 for two lightbulbs?!?!?! um, am i missing something? like, a lot of lumber, new carpeting, and an inflatable santa to put across the street on our ghetto neighbors lawn... say it with me JESUS!?!?!?!
1. we went to the postsecret talk on campus this evening. this site has certainly been a guilty pleasure of mine, every sunday morning for a while now. not to mention, i look at it throughout the week to think about the things that compel people to a) keep that a secret and b) confess. i find some of them interesting since i can't relate to them. some break my heart. some bring tears to my eyes. and yet, others make me smile or laugh. and i will even admit it, a lot of them make me feel good about myself because i realize how good i have it.
2. apparently, buying two lightbulbs over the weekend for what i thought was $14 turned out to be a $459 experience unbeknownst to me. can you say JESUS!?!?! at the moment, i am still shaken because i don't like it when money comes out of my acct and i didn't benefit from it. i can justify a car payment, mortgage, bills, coffee, maid, etc, because i get something out of those withdrawals. but $459 for two lightbulbs?!?!?! um, am i missing something? like, a lot of lumber, new carpeting, and an inflatable santa to put across the street on our ghetto neighbors lawn... say it with me JESUS!?!?!?!
