While I'm still in love with tomatoes- I am also now fascinated with Giant Squid- aka Kraken!

A quote I found while researching:

"The male giant squid has to use a puny 15-gram brain to coordinate 150 kilograms of weight, 10 metres of length and a 1.5-metre-long penis... He physically plunges this penis into the female's arms, which are rather unfortunately right next to her beak. Because he is coordinating so much with so little, I think occasionally bits get chewed off when they inadvertently get too close to the beak."

And now I will go watch Pirates of the Caribbean 2

Oh yeah- and angler fish too! Saw an interesting picture of a blob fish while researching that- would you believe I have a knitting pattern for a tomato, an angler fish (with or without parasitic
male) and a kraken all in one book?

Knitting can be so educational.

Utter update: On the vocabulary test studens had to write a sentence using some word- Utter:
She uttered the secret that Mike only has one testicle.
Well yes, I suppose you can use it in that sentence . . .

I'm having an allergic reaction- I think. I'm itchy all over. I didn't know if it is allergies, dry skin or nerves. I put on lotion and took some benadryl. Now I smell good and I'm a little loopy, but I don't itch any more.

It seems I've been feeling exceptionally British lately. I've been eating grilled tomatoes and baked beans in combo- which is what I was served several times for breakfast abroad.

I bought these jello pudding singles at the 99c store the other day. Fascinating . . . there is something fundamentally against nature and inexpressibly wrong about them, and yet they are also delicious and greatly intriguing!

Pudding singles

I have a moth infestation- that is not cool with me. It's like they appear out of nowhere! I kill at least two every day! That may not seem like alot, but when's the last time any of you have killed two moths a day in your house/apartment? FOR MONTHS! (This question only applies to people who do not live in the 3rd world) What the heck? What are they doing? Why are they plaguing me!? Where do they come from? What do they WANT!? I feel like a crazy person following them around trying to smack them down. (The are surprisingly agile and hardy.)

I had a car infested with sugar ants once. It was awful, but only lasted for about an hour, a very important hour- While I can swear it really happened, all the facts seem to point to a nervous imagination at work during a driving test.

I had a class room infested with gnats once. It was like teaching in a psycho ward. It was a dimly lit room, so standing in the front I couldn't see the gnats, but the students were all out there swatting at the air and smacking the desks with zeal. Once I figured out what was going on it was less disconcerting, but still- it's hard to stay on track in that kind of bedlam.

With review like this, I have no choice but to buy this book:
"If you like crocheting food, you won't be disappointed with this book."

I guess I like crocheting food, (seems more disturbing when I actually put it in print) but heck this would just be an awesome coffee table book!

randomly she would like to point out:

There's a student in my graduate class that goes on and on about how stupid blogs, facebook and twitter are. "Who cares what you had for lunch?" she questions. Obviously people do care. I'm not sure why- they just do some times. I told her that occasionally I have something interesting to say on my ancient outdated blog. Like about the time I saw that monkey doing push ups on the street . . . then I thought, no, actually I don't think I ever did write a blog about that.

I have my students in IEP (English program) reading Blink. They have to read it, summarize it, present it, come up with vocabulary for it and we discuss it in class. We are sure to be sick of it by the end of the month. Because I have the highest level class, I normally never get the funny stories of students misusing words or phrases like the lower level teachers. On Friday, however, I got a good laugh. The students had come up with a vocabulary worksheet which included the words "badge" and "utter" (adj). There was a fill in the blank exercise and the sentence was, "They were checking every one's ___ before they came in." One student said "utters." I started laughing and they didn't see why that wrong answer was so funny. I had told them that "utter" (adj) meant completely and that utter (v) meant to say something. I hadn't mentioned that udder (n) meant cow tits. I didn't think it would come up in conversation. I'm often wrong.

I watched The Red Shoes Diaries last night- I don't think I would have finished it if it hadn't been for David Duchuvney. I tried to decide why I've always thought he was so dang cute. I don't normally go all weird about movie stars- ok yeah Brad Pitt is handsome, but whatever-ehh. Robert Redford- yes. Christopher Reaves yes. That vampire kid with the messy hair- ehh. Any way- I'm going to say his lips and maybe his hair. I don't know.
The movie was terrible. The characters were too intense. They weren't believable. I don't recommend it unless you want to see some David eye-candy too. To give away the whole thing- to save 1 hour and 45 minutes of your life-
Two young professionals are in love. They live together, share everything together, know all the secrets of each other- the woman feels she has given away all her secrets- so she has an affair with a shoe salesman (he's a very hot shoe salesman.) She realizes her mistake, she tries to break it off, but the shoe guy is too intense, he loves her (although he doesn't know her name) he must have her. She can't deny him. So she kills herself. Then poor David, the fiance who finds her body and doesn't understand, finds her diary and reads about the whole affair. He finds the shoe guy, he challenges him to a game of basketball (I don't know!) First David is winning, then shoe guy- finally shoe guy finds out that his lover is dead so he punches out David. David places an add in the news paper for women to send him their diaries so that he can understand his loss.

Blah.

I steamed a cake in the crock pot tonight. Just to see what would happen. It's weird. Not bad, just weird.

I crocheted a pear this weekend.

Seems like I had something important to say, but I can't think of anything important at all.

I had cheesy spaghetti for dinner because I didn't have any elbows and I didn't want to eat anything red. (Except Kool-aid)

I've decided to stop buying nonperishable foods. Not forever, just until I run out of what I have. I have alot. I waste alot of food. So-it's me and the cheesy spaghetti .

I put my plastic blender container in the dishwasher. It was not dishwasher safe. Now the lid doesn't fit. Drat! I have to put plastic wrap on it when I want to blend. I blend at least twice a week lately.

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That, my friends is a 48 hour drive. To what purpose one might ask? Well, it started out with Mt. Rushmore. Then it was "I wonder what's in Fargo?" Then it was "Wow! The biggest Holstein statue IN THE WORLD is in ND!" Then it was, "That's not all, there is also the Enchanted Highway." Then I thought, 'after I drive through all the amazingness which is the Mid-West, I should see something pretty- in CO. Amarillo is quirky.' Will I actually make this trip? I don't know. Is it a good idea? Probably not, but who can confine themselves to live life on only what appears to be good ideas?

Unfortunately I write more in my imagination than I do in reality. The blog in my head is awesome.

In my imagination I have time and inclination to write more, my butt isn't tired of sitting here and I don't have so much work to do outside of class . . . pooh.