Rode around on a school bus today with 40+ high school students.
One girl told me that she had just gotten her drivers license. Not two minutes later, upon arriving at a blinking red light, the same girl asked me why the bus driver was stopping at the intersection.
High School Student: “Why is he stopping? Blinking lights just mean the light is broken. You are just supposed to, like, proceed with caution. You don’t have to stop! Everyone knows that!”
Everyone should avoid driving in Flower Mound for the foreseeable future.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
What would YOU do?
On the second Friday of the State Fair, one of the museum’s board members brought a Tres Leches cake in for the volunteers as a thank you for all their hard work. The cake was from La Duni.
Unfortunately, the refrigerator was so packed with various volunteer snacks and lunches that the cake was unable to fit inside. So, the cake remained on the museum’s board room table all weekend.
And then for the whole week after that.
By the third – and last – week of the fair, the cake sitting on the table became a running joke among the staff and volunteers. People sitting too close to the box could detect the odor of spoiled milk, and mold had started to grow on one corner. And, yet, the cake did not get thrown away.
Can you tell where this is going?
Last Thursday, I used the restroom just off the boardroom. Once done, I exited and noticed one of the museum’s volunteers sitting at the table eating something with a spoon out of a paper bowl.
Me: “Hi, Ann! How are you?”
Ann: “Okay. This cake, though, is awful.”
And that is when I noticed that Ann was more than halfway through a giant slice of the La Duni Tres Leches.
Ann: “My children eat at La Duni all the time and are constantly raving about the food. This cake doesn’t taste very good to me. In fact, it was so bad that I had to pour a fruit cocktail over the top just to get it down!”
Here is my question: Should I have told Ann that the cake was rancid? Because she was almost finished with her slice, and the damage was already done. I know how to induce vomiting on a dog, but, A) Ann isn’t a dog; and B) I didn’t have any Hydrogen Peroxide handy.
Plus, I was speechless. Ann said the cake tasted bad, but continued to eat it anyway. Why would you do that?!
So, here I am. One week and one day later. Still wondering if I inadvertently killed one of the museum’s volunteers.
Sigh.
Unfortunately, the refrigerator was so packed with various volunteer snacks and lunches that the cake was unable to fit inside. So, the cake remained on the museum’s board room table all weekend.
And then for the whole week after that.
By the third – and last – week of the fair, the cake sitting on the table became a running joke among the staff and volunteers. People sitting too close to the box could detect the odor of spoiled milk, and mold had started to grow on one corner. And, yet, the cake did not get thrown away.
Can you tell where this is going?
Last Thursday, I used the restroom just off the boardroom. Once done, I exited and noticed one of the museum’s volunteers sitting at the table eating something with a spoon out of a paper bowl.
Me: “Hi, Ann! How are you?”
Ann: “Okay. This cake, though, is awful.”
And that is when I noticed that Ann was more than halfway through a giant slice of the La Duni Tres Leches.
Ann: “My children eat at La Duni all the time and are constantly raving about the food. This cake doesn’t taste very good to me. In fact, it was so bad that I had to pour a fruit cocktail over the top just to get it down!”
Here is my question: Should I have told Ann that the cake was rancid? Because she was almost finished with her slice, and the damage was already done. I know how to induce vomiting on a dog, but, A) Ann isn’t a dog; and B) I didn’t have any Hydrogen Peroxide handy.
Plus, I was speechless. Ann said the cake tasted bad, but continued to eat it anyway. Why would you do that?!
So, here I am. One week and one day later. Still wondering if I inadvertently killed one of the museum’s volunteers.
Sigh.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Thrown off...
For some reason, I keep doing things out of order (per my routine) first thing in the morning. As a result, I’ve forgotten to brush my teeth TWICE in the past seven days.
Ew.
Ew.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Honoring the Turd...
My brother's goal in life recently is to send me a video link that will make my blog.
What Wee-Yum doesn't realize is that the other videos he has sent me lately (like THIS one) HAVE made my blog - just months and months and months ago.
Until, that is, he sent me THIS video of a dog sleepwalking. Which, by the way, is completely awesome.
Poor Bizkit.
Enjoy (compliments of The Turd, of course)!
What Wee-Yum doesn't realize is that the other videos he has sent me lately (like THIS one) HAVE made my blog - just months and months and months ago.
Until, that is, he sent me THIS video of a dog sleepwalking. Which, by the way, is completely awesome.
Poor Bizkit.
Enjoy (compliments of The Turd, of course)!
Friday, October 16, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
I'm cold. You're cold. Let's snuggle...
My coworker sent me the following picture in an email forward with about a billion other equally adorable animal photos. This one is my favorite, though:
I just want to find the poor, cold babies and put them in front of a roaring fire with bowls of warm water and a basket of biscuits.
I just want to find the poor, cold babies and put them in front of a roaring fire with bowls of warm water and a basket of biscuits.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
State Fair throwback...
Wonder what ever happened to those sunglasses?
I look like Geordi La Forge on Star Trek...
I look like Geordi La Forge on Star Trek...
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