the thoughts and experiences of Heather Meadows
Well, the thing I was upset about isn’t really an issue now. I went directly to the person, instead of continuing to draw my own conclusions, and while it turned out to be was very similar to what I’d heard, there were subtle differences that were enough to make me feel that I was important, that I hadn’t just been forgotten, or added in as an afterthought.
And that, my friends, is a run-on sentence. I leave it unrevised for your reading enjoyment.
Yahoo! News: Oddly Enough – Parents Go on Strike, Move to Front Yard
I don’t think I could do that. I’d have to have a tent with an Internet connection…
This is the sort of linguistics that gets press, even though there is so much more to the field. But even so, this, like all of linguistics, is absolutely fascinating. I love the field I majored in.
Yahoo! News: Oddly Enough – Linguist Deciphers Uses of Word ‘Dude’
I had some weird dreams last night, due to being upset I suppose.
In one of the dreams, I was using the cookie press/icing pump that Mom sent me to pour chocolate everywhere. Connor and Logan and this other kid were there. Connor asked if he could use the pump to put chocolate on his cookies for lunch. I said sure, if it was okay with Dad. AJ, however, said, “You had cookies for breakfast, and you’re having cookies for dinner. You don’t need to have cookies for lunch.”
Connor went into a corner, facing it, and started crying really loudly. I knew he would get into trouble for throwing a fit, so I ran over to him quickly. As I did so, I heard Logan starting to cry, too. I had to act fast.
“Connor,” I said, “don’t cry. If you cry, Daddy will get mad, and then no one will be happy. Don’t worry, you can have cookies at dinner. It’s okay not to have them at lunch, right?”
As I was speaking and hugging Connor, Logan ran up and started hugging me too. Both of them calmed down and stopped fussing after awhile. Disaster averted!
That was one of the dreams. The other two I’m thinking of (I know there were more) were both naked dreams. In the first naked dream, I was at the office. In the morning, no one is usually here, and I suppose that’s why I wasn’t wearing a shirt. Dream logic. However, when I went out of the office to head into Robert’s to get something, I saw a woman standing in the hallway. She had blond hair, so I’m thinking she was Tracy, who works at the end of the hall. I quickly covered myself and ducked back into the office. As I frantically searched for my shirt, I realized that the blinds were all open, and, since it was dark outside and bright inside, I had been giving everyone full view of the shirtless me.
The second naked dream was weirder still. I was at home, completely topless this time, and someone was moving in next door. Only it wasn’t across the way, like normal. These people’s new apartment could only be reached by going through our apartment, in through our front door and then down a hall that was approximately where our bedroom is now. This means that when they were all coming in, they could see straight into my living room…just as I was walking towards the door. I shrieked and covered up, and they all said “Sorry”, but then they simply continued to come in and move their stuff. I was confused, because the hallway to their apartment was where my bedroom should be, so I didn’t know where to go to find clothes.
I’m not sure what that was all about.
When reading the article linked in the previous post, I saw an ad that looked like this:
However, when I clicked it, it went to a homepage called “Japan’s sun rises again”.
It’s nice that they are fluent in cliche. I’m just wondering why they changed the name of the section.
It’s about Japan’s failing economy and the measures the country is taking to rectify the situation. Maybe someone got annoyed at the pessimistic tone of the original name, and demanded something more upbeat.
Go teh rising sun.
(On Pearl Harbor Day, no less.)
What corporate America can’t build: a sentence
The contents are pretty amusing, too :)
(And it’s so true!)
I watched Back to the Future today. When I’m upset, angry, scared, or depressed, I like to immerse myself in fantasy worlds.
The theme of this movie is so hopeful. Everyone has it within them to be great. They just have to work at it, to bring that greatness into the world and achieve their dreams.
It’s like Brooke said to me earlier today. All I need is a game plan.
This morning I got an email from my boss requesting 10-15 word restaurant descriptions.
Do you know how hard it is to add interest and flavor with only 15 words?
Don’t get me wrong, I’m doing it just fine. But it’s these demands! Demands I tell you! How can my tortured artist soul survive?!
;D
[17:06:05] <COSLeia> Thirty-two pastry chefs in the southern Italian city of Naples unveiled on Saturday what they say is the biggest ever nativity scene made entirely of chocolate.
[17:06:05] <COSLeia> Over 4,500 hours and 7,275 pounds of chocolate have gone into creating the creche which is 19 feet, 8 inches wide, 9 feet, 10 inches high and — to the delight of chocoholics — totally edible.
[17:06:58] <Ironside> Wow. Human’s have a real talent for wasting time….and perfectly good chocolate
[17:07:18] <COSLeia> haha
[17:07:22] <Z_Archer> What’s a ‘Creche’?
[17:07:24] <COSLeia> well, they’re going to set it up downtown and let people eat it
[17:07:31] <COSLeia> a nativity scene
[17:07:39] <COSLeia> I guess that’s the French word for it
[17:07:44] <Z_Archer> Mmmmm. Sacrilicious.
[17:08:24] <Ironside> heh
[17:08:47] <Ironside> But will people be able to eat the baby jesus?
[17:09:00] <Z_Archer> Once he’s broken into edible pieces, yes.
[17:09:14] <Ironside> LOL
[17:09:56] <Z_Archer> Being able to eat a baby-jesus sized chocolate… You’d have to be pretty confident about your weight.
I now have Augusta weather; Georgia watches, warnings and advisories; Lexington weather; and Kentucky watches, warning, and advisories all coming to me via RSS. Yay NOAA!
Either Tom Hanks didn’t realize how big a deal the remembrance ceremonies for the 60th anniversary of the Battle of the Bulge were going to be, or he just figured that since he’s Tom Hanks, he could wait until he felt like telling the Belgium tourist office he was coming, and let them do the work of finding him a place to stay.
Either way, the tourist office scrambled to find him a room, as all the hotels had been sold out for a year in advance.
I mean, maybe he didn’t know he could fit it into his schedule until now, but it just annoys me. The tourist office wouldn’t do all that work if I had called them up and said I wanted to come.
This morning I got up at some ridiculous hour, like 7:30 or something. I started doing laundry and getting supplies ready for tomorrow, which is Gingerbread House Building Day with Mari and Brooke (and maybe Wanda). I had to run out to Wal-Mart (joy, shopping at Wal-Mart in the Christmas season on a Saturday) for some baking supplies, and then I quickly put the leaf in the table, dumped all the supplies out on it, made and ate lunch, and folded the last load of laundry.
Sean and I spent the afternoon and evening at his parents’ house, chatting with Cheryl and Reid and their guests, Grandma Flo and Mema and Papa Stan. Cheryl and I strung Christmas lights on the tree, and by the time we were finished everyone was starving. Reid went and got us all some Wife Saver. Unfortunately, Grandma Flo had to leave early (though her goodbye took about half an hour, as she stood at the door and continued chatting).
After Mema and Papa Stan left, Cheryl and I resumed work on the tree, and Reid popped in Hero. I missed a lot of the beginning due to hanging ornaments, but after awhile I was so intrigued that I just sat down and watched it, and only helped with the tree after it was over. It was a really neat movie.
Sean headed home first (we’d driven separately for this reason), and after finishing the tree and then going through Cheryl’s closet to pick a couple of Santa statues to borrow for decorating the apartment, I followed suit.
I should have gone straight to bed, but instead I got out all my Christmas decorations and put most of them up. All that’s left is to decorate the tree; it’s in place and waiting for me, but I’m way too beat to deal with it right now.
Despite the fact that I feel like I could pass out at any moment, I’m happy :) It was a good day. I love Christmas :)
It starts here, and has continued to build up in delicious ways that I never anticipated.
You see, Ethan is a whiny little tool. I was expecting him to just cause more pain and suffering for his friends with this latest idiotic idea. (Why does he have a girlfriend, while the yummy Lucas remains unattached?)
But Lucas came up with a scheme that I am enjoying oh–so–much. Today’s is like the icing on the cake.
Butter is illegal!