Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
- Resin 8 (with their hit single, Resonation... clever huh?)
- Chasing Layne (do yourself a favor and click here... but be prepared!)
- Twelve 43 (guitars were out of tune... pull the plug!)
- The Jack Thomas Band (John Mayer covers)
- Downpoint (not even memorable enough to merit a little commentary here)
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
- "I wish my car was black."
- "What if my head was the size of an adult but my hair was the size of a child's?"
- "How can kids get sticky eating toast?"
- "What if the colors that I think I see are really not the right colors at all and everyone is just humoring me?"
- "McDonald's workers have two goals at work: to take a break and to take a smoke. In that order." (No offense to Tasha, who is the exception to this thought.)
- "That trash smells like Kid C." (Kid C was a child in class who had two accidents of the number 2 variety.)
- "Why is it that I am only content with a large drink while Old Man sitting next to me is happily sipping on a small?"
- "Oh... senior discount."
- "There are so many shades of blue."
- "How do you describe the word 'squiggle' to a three year old?"
- "Should I dress up for Halloween at school? Can I get out of work that day if I say I don't celebrate it? Perhaps I should form a fast conviction about this."
Monday, September 15, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
If I had to chose anything about my apartment that I would change, it would come down to the bathtub. The floor was black-ish/grey and dingy looking.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
They put us up in a hotel, and thankfully this place is nice enough to serve us a continental breakfast. Yaay.
I stumbled down the stairs with my suitcase, grabbed a donut, and started watching some morning news show doing a segment on women starting to imitate Sarah Palin's style. (PS: Love her, don't like him. What's a girl to do?)
I couldn't help but overhear the conversation next to me between a father of non-national descent (not telling what, because I'm not singling out any single nationality) and his teenage daughter. She had asked her dad who Sarah Palin was and the father proceeded to explain that she was the Republican VP candidate.
He then proceeded to bash Sarah about her 17 year old daughter who is expecting a child. Here are his exact words,
"She has a 17 year old who is pregnant. An unwed mother! (At this point he literally spit on his plate.) She cannot even control her family, let alone control a country!"
This conversation left me feeling disconcerted for numerous reasons, not the least being that I have an awesome sister-in-law who is expecting a child in similar circumstances.
If I were to offer a rebuttle to this man (and thankfully, I did not!) it would go like this:
The office of President and Vice President of the United States, thankfully, is not about control. It's about leadership. It's true, Ms. Palin could not control her daughter's action. But I feel that by their choice to keep the baby she is leading her daughter in Truth and into a mature adulthood.
And after all, sir, isn't that the way you hope to raise your daughter? Maybe you aren't so different from Ms. Palin as you might believe.
These two girls, one age 4 and one age 6 were playing house and they wisely decided to share their baby. Suddenly, Age 4 takes the baby for her own and Age 6 says,
"Hey! That's our baby! A-R-E, our!"
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
A bit of backstory: In the time that I have owned this cell phone number, four years, I cannot recall a single time that my Papa has called me. It's always via my grandma.
So I get worried.
I try to call back; busy. I try again; again busy. I try four or five times and get busy-ed. So I turn my car around and head to their house. I call my parents to see if they are on the phone with them. No luck, but I do sound the alarm and I found later that in the time span it took me to drive to their house, a number of hypotheses were formed by both parties:
- Grandma has fallen, the phone fell off the hook and Papa is freaking out!
- Sally, the dog, is dying and they are too overtaken with grief to think clearly!
- Papa has fallen and Grandma is not there. And the phone has, mysteriously, fallen off the hook!
- They have both fallen and the phone... well, you get the picture.
So I get there, and all the lights are off. This is also rare. I walk up to the door and am greeted by my bright, smiling grandma. "Hey honey! What are you doin' out here?"
Me: "Well, I got this voicemail from Papa and I was just checking on you all."
Grandma: "Oh, that! He was callin' to see if you could help him hook up his new _________ (insert hand gesture here) TV controller thingy."
Grandma: "Yeah, but he figured it out right when you got there!"
Me: "Of course he did! Why was the phone busy?"
Grandma: "Hmm? Oh, I was talkin' to Lynn. Are you ok?"
False alarm. Crisis averted. The grandparents are as fine as fine could be. Thank goodness.