Posting tweet...
Powered by Twitter Tools.
If today was Thanksgiving and I was seated at a table with people who were taking turns saying what they are thankful for, the first thing on my list would be coffee.
(It’s the first week of spring semester, kids. I’ll be back as soon as I can find my brain.)
Kristen at Motherhood Uncensored frequently posts the entertaining things her daughter says. Today’s statement about getting “block sick” reminded me of something I used to say to charm my own parents when I was young.
“I can’t eat any more green beans. My green bean thingy is full. But my apple pie thingy is still empty!”
Substitute green beans for any food I didn’t want and apple pie for any food I did, of course. I’m not sure it ever worked. Maybe the first time I tried it.
I don’t remember much about things I actually said when I was little, but that’s one of them. I hope Kristen’s daughter will remember some of the gems she’s come up with.
In the mail the other day, I received an advertising brochure for a local community college. Very slick. Very well put together. I had only one issue with it.
In the section that dealt with financial aid, there was a checklist of information needed to fill out FAFSA forms. Item #1 was “Your social security number (can be found on social security card)”.
If someone has to be told where to find their social security number, do they really have what it takes to make it through college?
You know how Wordpress puts all unlabeled posts into a category called “Uncategorized”?
I just edited my label to say “Unorganized.”
And from now on, every post goes there.
(Just kidding.)
What’s the “best” pick-up line you’ve ever heard?
I was just talking about this the other day to a couple of colleagues and in her latest post, Dawn mentioned the subject.
I’ve been doing quite a bit of strolling down Memory Lane lately, mostly to do with ASP people (and there is a post on them coming soon, trust me). It was when I was hanging out with one of those lovely people, Jen, that this particular event took place.
I was in Cincinnati for a Train concert. We were standing outside the venue waiting for doors to open and being mildly entertained by a drunk. If memory serves correctly, he had a guitar. Someone did.
In any event, at one point he looked me up and down and said, “You are not too fine. You are THREE fine.”
*swoon*
And there you have it, folks. My “best” pick-up line ever. So, what’s yours?
