Uh, I have a new blog address.
Saying Things Outloud
I know. I'm sorry. I've done this like...3,872 times before. The new one is wordpress. It's kind of a logistical thing. I don't want to explain it because it's crazy-sounding.
Plus, I like the look better than blogger/blogspot.
Although I haven't yet figured out how to fill out the "About Me" section, but I don't have anything to put there anyway. Maybe I'll just leave it that way...it's kind of funny.
So, there you go.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Monday, January 9, 2012
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Haze.
Last night was the Iowa Caucus, the first caucus or primary of this election season.
The top three finishers were Mitt Romney, Rick Santorum, and Ron Paul.
I learned today that John McCain endorsed Mitt Romney.
It must feel really good to have the support of the man who lost to Obama last time.
I wonder, though, which Mitt Romney he endorsed?
I also learned that the top 3 finishers were awarded the same number of delegates, which puts them on somewhat equal footing.
What...is that not what you heard from the media today?
The top three finishers were Mitt Romney, Rick Santorum, and Ron Paul.
I learned today that John McCain endorsed Mitt Romney.
It must feel really good to have the support of the man who lost to Obama last time.
I wonder, though, which Mitt Romney he endorsed?
I also learned that the top 3 finishers were awarded the same number of delegates, which puts them on somewhat equal footing.
What...is that not what you heard from the media today?
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Heritage.
I got a new year call from my Grandma today. I always struggle to stifle my laughter when she calls. I’ll start with the best quote of the conversation:
Grandma: How is your knee doing? (The last time she saw me was one month after I hurt it, a year and a half ago)
Me: All better!
Grandma: See, I can remember things. My memory is just fine.
Me: It really is. Don’t let anyone tell you your memory is failing.
Grandma: I’m glad you don’t think I’m senile.
Me: I don’t. I’m on your side.
Grandma: I try not to act senile. I want to keep people guessing about my age.
Other highlights…
She used the phrase “…and that’s the story of my life” a total of four times.
And the phrase “I’m the oldest kid on the block”, twice.
We reminisced about old times. They took us to the Golden Corral on every visit. She remembered that and said, “That is such a hilarious place to go.”
Yes, Grandma. Hilarious.
She also remembered that me and my sisters used to write plays. I believe in one of them I played the role of President George Bush (senior) on a fishing trip.
She only asked me twice if I have a boyfriend. I told her whenever I do she will be the first person I call. She said, “Now I have something to look forward to.”
She told me she worries about me living by myself, but she knows I probably enjoy being my own boss. She has figured me out! The only person in the family to understand me is a 93 year old. But remember, she’s not senile.
Grandma: How is your knee doing? (The last time she saw me was one month after I hurt it, a year and a half ago)
Me: All better!
Grandma: See, I can remember things. My memory is just fine.
Me: It really is. Don’t let anyone tell you your memory is failing.
Grandma: I’m glad you don’t think I’m senile.
Me: I don’t. I’m on your side.
Grandma: I try not to act senile. I want to keep people guessing about my age.
Other highlights…
She used the phrase “…and that’s the story of my life” a total of four times.
And the phrase “I’m the oldest kid on the block”, twice.
We reminisced about old times. They took us to the Golden Corral on every visit. She remembered that and said, “That is such a hilarious place to go.”
Yes, Grandma. Hilarious.
She also remembered that me and my sisters used to write plays. I believe in one of them I played the role of President George Bush (senior) on a fishing trip.
She only asked me twice if I have a boyfriend. I told her whenever I do she will be the first person I call. She said, “Now I have something to look forward to.”
She told me she worries about me living by myself, but she knows I probably enjoy being my own boss. She has figured me out! The only person in the family to understand me is a 93 year old. But remember, she’s not senile.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Various Matters
- I am making an effort to use proper punctuation now. Which means that when I refer to satan, the lower-case "S" is more significant. The middle finger of grammar. It's really too bad I don't refer to satan more often.
- My feelings about New Year's Resolutions:
Come now, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go into such and such a town and spend a year there and trade and make a profit”— yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes. Instead you ought to say, “If the Lord wills, we will live and do this or that.”
I know. I just did the most pretentious thing a Christian can ever do. Turned a perfectly harmless practice into a spiritual issue.
- Today I purchased a "Mom's Plan-it 2012 Calendar." It has a place for your grocery list every week, and a place to plan your weekly menu. Which is something I already do on random pieces of paper. The planners named "The 27 Almost 28 Year Old Single Woman 2012 Calender For People With Nothing To Do" weren't as practical. I will say, though, that I have no use for the page of sticker reminders for "Open House" and "School Picture Day". The next page of sticker reminders for "Haircut" and "Lunch Date" appointments I might be able to use.
- So, here's a list of my goals for this year:
Just kidding.
- My favorite political blogger sometimes titles his post "Various Matters" and I really want to steal as many of his techniques as possible, but his other titles rarely work for my subject matter. While we're talking about him, you should definitely read this post he wrote. I have been wanting him to comment more extensively on the election season charade. It's brilliant. As usual.
- My feelings about New Year's Resolutions:
Come now, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go into such and such a town and spend a year there and trade and make a profit”— yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes. Instead you ought to say, “If the Lord wills, we will live and do this or that.”
I know. I just did the most pretentious thing a Christian can ever do. Turned a perfectly harmless practice into a spiritual issue.
- Today I purchased a "Mom's Plan-it 2012 Calendar." It has a place for your grocery list every week, and a place to plan your weekly menu. Which is something I already do on random pieces of paper. The planners named "The 27 Almost 28 Year Old Single Woman 2012 Calender For People With Nothing To Do" weren't as practical. I will say, though, that I have no use for the page of sticker reminders for "Open House" and "School Picture Day". The next page of sticker reminders for "Haircut" and "Lunch Date" appointments I might be able to use.
- So, here's a list of my goals for this year:
Just kidding.
- My favorite political blogger sometimes titles his post "Various Matters" and I really want to steal as many of his techniques as possible, but his other titles rarely work for my subject matter. While we're talking about him, you should definitely read this post he wrote. I have been wanting him to comment more extensively on the election season charade. It's brilliant. As usual.
Monday, December 26, 2011
please.
in line to go through airport security:
TSA agent: *holds up drivers license. looks at me.*
me: *smile*
TSA agent: *clearly didn't like that* that could be you.
me: ...
TSA agent: what is your name?
internal response: you're so good at your job. if i had a fake ID right now, you would have figured it out. there's no way i would have memorized the name on a fake ID. you're very smart and strong. superior to me in every way. i cower before you.
actual response: allison.
TSA agent: *nods and hands ID back to the person who smiled when she should have been Very Serious*
TSA agent: *holds up drivers license. looks at me.*
me: *smile*
TSA agent: *clearly didn't like that* that could be you.
me: ...
TSA agent: what is your name?
internal response: you're so good at your job. if i had a fake ID right now, you would have figured it out. there's no way i would have memorized the name on a fake ID. you're very smart and strong. superior to me in every way. i cower before you.
actual response: allison.
TSA agent: *nods and hands ID back to the person who smiled when she should have been Very Serious*
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