That's Right

...it's The End.

Monday, April 26, 2010

Bob Barker is my dad

I've seen Transformer Guy several times since I last mentioned him, but it was always a missed connection - too many cars between us. Today, I had the perfect opportunity. I pulled up past him and waved. No response. (Either he never sees me or always ignores me.)

Finally, we were stopped at a red light, neck in neck. I realized this was the perfect moment. I could roll down the window, get him to do the same, and explain the whole situation...

But I couldn't bring myself to do it! Maybe it's because then it would all be over. Or maybe I'd be sad if he didn't share my amazement at our situation. Maybe it's just the thrill of the chase. Most likely, I treasure the moments of serendipity in my life. Serendipity is a little fragile, and I'm not willing to risk losing it.

I guess I'll just continue my waving game and getting really excited every time I see him.

Monday, April 19, 2010

black and white horse

This is for those of you who missed it on my facebook page. I have been watching this nonstop for the past few days. I especially like Black Hoody Kid's performance at 1:56. If you don't know the song, it doesn't matter. It's still good.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

it could be worse

Today we went on a field trip to see a nursery rhyme performance. It was pretty engaging, but the child I was chaperoning wasn't having it. He kept getting up out of his chair and talking through the entire performance, about both relevant and non-relevant things. Part of it is that he has tons of energy, and part of it is that he likes to get a reaction. Sometimes I ignored him and assumed the actors would do their best to keep his attention. Sometimes I leaned over and reminded him it was not his talk turn.

child: There's my friend (turning around). Hi! Hi! Do you see him? There he is. My friend is back there. There he is. I can't do that [nursery rhyme]. What's going on? What are they doing? What's going on? What's going on? I want to go home. I have eyedrops. I have eyedrops. I have eyedrops at home. Is this the last one? Is there another play after this? Ya. Ya. Ya. Ya. Ya.
me: (leaning over close to him and using my serious voice) You need to sit on your bottom. Your friends can't see. You need to be kind to the actors and listen to their words.
child: (quietly)...Your breath smells like a muffin.

Oh, and as we were waiting for the bus to go home, he said he didn't want to go home, and he wanted to see another play. Go figure.

Monday, April 12, 2010

bangs, that is

Today, an older coworker who speaks the Queen's English passed by me and said, "I like your donkey fringe."
I said thank you, but I had to stifle my laughter til she got around the corner.

Earlier last week, another coworker from Eastern Europe had told me, "I think for you, that is very...interesting haircut."

Sometimes, compliments get lost in translation. I just assume the best.






Also:

Why are my aches so jointy?
-Becky

No joke; the spoonerisms are really common at our house.

Friday, April 09, 2010

never at a loss

Spoonerism of the Day

We thould shrow a birthday party...

-me

I corned the phase.
-Becky

Wednesday, April 07, 2010

put some wire on the food to melt the strozen frawzberries

Here's a new segment (I don't have segments) called Spoonerism of the Day. This is where I recount a spoonerism that someone spoke...that day.

You gave us rice and moaches!
-Jayme

I don't know, like a bofical.
-Becky, discussing glasses

Monday, April 05, 2010

possibly my new worst nightmare

Do you think Listerining too frequently can produce a strain of mouthwash-resistant bacteria that take over my gums and tonsils?

Could my obsession with oral hygiene lead to my own demise?

Saturday, April 03, 2010

misspelled signs and loads of irony

These are a few of my favorite things...




Thursday, April 01, 2010

it's like an apple a day

One consistent problem I've had with roommates over the years is that we have cultural differences when it comes to ice cream. Here is a common conversation:

roommate: Whoa, where's all the ice cream? We just got it a week ago.
Anna: Yeah, we got it a week ago. We ate it all.
roommate: No, I only had one bowl. You ate it all.
Anna: ...I eat a bowl a night.

I mean, honestly, who doesn't want a bowl a night?? Now that Brita lives with me, at least there's someone who can identify with me. Someone from my bowl a night culture.