Friday, December 21, 2007
Proof the Rock Star and I have too much time on our hands...
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Thursday, July 26, 2007
My Gram...

My Gram turned 85 last Friday. She keeps a schedule that is just madness- sheer madness!
Between her hospice volunteer work, Emmaus community events and groups, and running errands for various homebound friends, Gram does more at 85 than most people half her age.
Last year, she came up to Vegas for Thanksgiving (she lives in Yuma, AZ). The evening before she headed home, we all went out to hear Jon's band play. The above pic is the result of a little fun we had when she dozed off. (It was after midnight)
Please know that none of the empties are hers (neither bottles nor glasses)...
Thursday, March 15, 2007
If it were high school, we would be having a party tonight.
Dr. Singh, my high school Latin teacher, allowed three parties each year: Pre-District Forum, Pre-State Forum, and an Ides of March Party.
Ides of March was the only "real" party, I suppose. The parties before District and State Forums were also meetings and last minute polishing of orations. Of course, all of these parties were decidedly uncool. It was "Latin Club," after all.
The thing is, I much prefer the uncool parties to the cool parties I attended. Perhaps my criteria as to what makes a party "cool" are different than the average person, but I would much rather party with people who can converse without resorting to single syllable words. I like sentences with more than four words, and I deplore prepositions at the end of those sentences.
So, in honor of the holiday, I would like to share a couple little tidbits of useless knowledge:
(and just in case you find yourself wondering about imperative verbs...)
You are now one step closer to my little madness.
Update: Incidentally, it is not really the ides yet on the Julian Calendar.
Ides of March was the only "real" party, I suppose. The parties before District and State Forums were also meetings and last minute polishing of orations. Of course, all of these parties were decidedly uncool. It was "Latin Club," after all.
The thing is, I much prefer the uncool parties to the cool parties I attended. Perhaps my criteria as to what makes a party "cool" are different than the average person, but I would much rather party with people who can converse without resorting to single syllable words. I like sentences with more than four words, and I deplore prepositions at the end of those sentences.
So, in honor of the holiday, I would like to share a couple little tidbits of useless knowledge:
In March, July, October, and May
The Ides fall on the 15th day,
The Nones the 7th;
And all besides
Are two days less for Nones and Ides
(and just in case you find yourself wondering about imperative verbs...)
Dic, duc, fac, fer
Should have an "e" but it isn't there.
You are now one step closer to my little madness.
Update: Incidentally, it is not really the ides yet on the Julian Calendar.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Menu planning solution...
My husband is darned near perfect. He has this one fault: making decisions. This is a typical conversation in the car on the way home:
J: How was your day?
Me: Not bad, not bad at all. Just pretty hectic. Yours?
J: Oh, pretty good. I am tired, though.
Me: Me too. And hungry.
J: Yeah.
Me: What would you like for dinner?
J: Oh, I don't know. Whatever sounds good to you.
Me: What sounds good to me is to not have to decide.
J: (silence for at least a one mile)... I don't know...*heaves a sigh*
Me: (crossing my arms) Hmph.
Last night, however, I heard about this new book. Folks, I have solved our dinner decision problems. I simply need to made a bracket of dinner choices and let Jon do his thing. The Enlightened Bracketologist just saved my evenings.
J: How was your day?
Me: Not bad, not bad at all. Just pretty hectic. Yours?
J: Oh, pretty good. I am tired, though.
Me: Me too. And hungry.
J: Yeah.
Me: What would you like for dinner?
J: Oh, I don't know. Whatever sounds good to you.
Me: What sounds good to me is to not have to decide.
J: (silence for at least a one mile)... I don't know...*heaves a sigh*
Me: (crossing my arms) Hmph.
Last night, however, I heard about this new book. Folks, I have solved our dinner decision problems. I simply need to made a bracket of dinner choices and let Jon do his thing. The Enlightened Bracketologist just saved my evenings.
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