i'm not lost, just not home the air is out again. for a while the blender, the icecream, the rum and the pineapple and I became friends, then it even got too hot for that. I should be back to the more normal run of affairs this weekend. (when it's supposed to rain and not be 101 degrees, and my air may be fixed again.)

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118 before I said to myself, "self, seriously, what are we doing?"

An unfortunate combination of events for which I would like to receive some sympathy:

1. It's like 97 degrees outside with a "heat index" of over 100.
2. I have been running a fever of 99 for the past few days.
This may not seem significant to you 98.6ers, but my normal temp is 97.8 that means to me 99= 100.4 (no wonder I was always so bad at math.)
3. My air conditioner has not been working for two days.
4. The North-South breeze does next to nothing for my East-West windows.
5. I had ice-cream for dinner to cool off and feel better, but instead it made me feel worse. (Damn Ben and Jerry!)
6. My little weiner dog is just sitting here looking at me and panting. (that's the sympathy call for Buzz)
7. In conclusion, we are hot. Sympathy please.

i'm angry!!
my co-worker is patronizing...she loves to point out how great she is and how well she can pronounce words because she's from penn. and she lived over seas. so what i can't pronounce the "e" in pen or "i" in pin so her delicate ears can tell the difference. most people can't, in fact i don't think my mother can pronounce most words properly! i get excited and i feel comfortable around her and then every now and then she stabs me with language. "oh that is not the correct tense" "I hate the southern's inability to say ten, and tin" i know she thinks she is smater than most people, and i'm sure she feels like she is better than me because she is older. I ask questions because I haven't read all the same books as her or have not been to other countries and I am curious. That doesn't mean i should be treated like i'm dumb. She not the only jerk in this place and treats me like I am below them, even the daughter of one of the scientist who is younger than me treats me like an idot! I know I am not brilliant, but I have potiental. So I'm ANGRY.

(any body want to take a guess?)

Yes, I am great. Let me point it out again (because I love it.)
I like myself, I have a good self esteem. I talk about my education, back ground and my past experiences because those are the things I know. (Maybe I should branch out and talk about things I don't know anything about, it might be fun.)
I know how to produce the difference between 'pin' and 'pen.' I suppose that does make me linguistically superior. If you believe that last statment, have I told you about the time I was abducted by aliens? Did you know Michael Jackson is my second cousin? Have you heard of post-it-notes? I invented them, oh yeah, and the internet too. I'm amazing.

Low self esteem and inferiority complexes are not my scene. I am just as good as anybody else, no matter if he or she is more educated, more skilled or spiritual or more beautiful than me. (Notice the proper use of the object pronoun?, I kill myself!) If you can't say this same thing about yourself, it's not my fault.

If you are insulted by my grammar or pronunciation, or my age or travels (or all the myriad of other offensive things about me) you might merely say, "Sometimes when you say things like that it sounds offensive, like you are putting me down because you don't think I'm as smart as you are." And I will quickly explain to you that I (99% of the time) am kidding, or that I'm only pointing out a difference. I understand that different is not inferior.

I profusely apologize for me being myself and you being yourself. If we could change places, I wouldn't.

I just got my finals back from last semester. I totally wrote and handed in this sentence on a take home part of my grammar final.

"After the groups have finished their descriptions, each someone from group shows the rest of the class the pictures, and reads the descriptions."

Imagine the damage I can impart on non-native English speakers when I produce this sort of grammar.

I'm fantastic!

Speaking of being fantastic, I've taken to using this phrase quite often. "That's fantastic." I watched Bubble Boy (again) a few weeks ago and the guy in the bus ticket booth says it. I dig that guy.

I also use the made up phrase, "Son of a Mother!" The evolution of this saying is involved indeed, but in essessence it is an exclamation used in place of other "son of a" phrases. My co-worker pointed out that "son of a mother" has no real meaning as every son has a mother. I concur, which is why nobody can think ill of me for the utterance. In times when there is no time for such a utterance I find myself hissing. (Example, drop something heavy on my toe I say, "SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"

class time

why are all my posts about my dog . . . I so need a life.

I'm taking summer school, education administration classes and I'm wondering why I didn't go for this degree in the first place, these classes are so stinking easy!

I say that now, but you never know I might end up being a plagerizer.

I'm going to go see "Man of the House" tonight (free on campus.) Yeah, that's cool huh?

I do my best in these bleak times.

I had three off brand oreo cookies for dinner. They were from the hippy food store, so they may have been good for me.

A Boxer (big dog) whizzed on my Dachshund’s (little dog) head. If that’s not enough to give him short dog syndrome I don’t know what is.

In my class the other day we were discussing compulsory education. Should we have it? I said yes, to my great surprise most of the rest of the class said we shouldn’t! And the arguments they gave for their opinions were shocking! I was sitting in a classroom full of teachers getting maters degrees to become principles and they were saying things like, “This country spends too much money on education! Not everyone needs a Cadillac education!” Good Lord, have Mercy! We are a rich nation, if we aren’t spending money on education, what exactly should we be spending money on?!! And the implications of that statement . . . if not everyone should have a “Cadillac” education, who gets one? Who decides on who gets one? What do the rest get? A “Kia” education?

Another woman said, “Well, ‘tortilla makers’ don’t need math and science.” My jaw dropped at the offensive nature of that sentence. A group of educators agreeing that high school should not be required, that math and science should be allowed to fall by the wayside and that children should have the right to decide what education they need past the 8th grade.

Given the choice I wouldn’t have struggled through math and science in high school, but I’m glad I didn’t have the choice. I’m glad I was forced to use my brain and encouraged to try things (and even fail at things along the way) that stretched my understanding and knowledge of the world.

I agree that education in this country certainly could use some reworking. I agree that not every child is destined for college. But even ‘tortilla makers’ can benefit from math and science.

The other day my co-worker was saying how bored she was at home. She was so bored, there was nothing to do, and she didn’t have any money to go do anything, or buy anything to do . . .
And I was trying to give suggestions, and she had either already done them, or she didn’t have the materials needed to do them.

And I thought, well, heck, I have pretty much build my entire house hold around having things to do at any given moment. No money? Fine by me, I have material, patterns, yarn, ink, stamps, clay, and paint. I have computer projects; pictures to organize, music to copy, videos to convert, programs to learn. I have recipes to make and drawers to clean out, I have piles of things to organize and clothes to iron, I have books to read and puzzles to puz and my little dog to torment. (Whether I’m tormenting him or he is tormenting me) I have so many things to occupy my time, if I’m bored, it’s because I’m tired of all my choices (do have this short attention span).