The Taco Bridesmaid
Something I hate: those magazine subscription canvassers, always just trying to get X points so they can accomplish X goal, especially if they corner you in your own driveway or when going in to the store.
Something I have always meant to read but probably never will: Grit.
A soda that is good enough but not as refreshing as I hoped: Blue Sky's Orange Creme.
Page I was on before I realized that here was another romance novel(la) that I just don't get: 43
Obstacles keeping me from getting one of the good books from the other room: blanket, throw pillow, legs that won't leave the sofa, extreme tiredness, tricky lamp switch
Number of minutes I can probably stay awake: 24
Number of minutes I plan to stay awake: <2
Number of minutes I will probably stay awake: 220
Best line, which is to say "best line," from a student essay I graded today, where the assignment was to write a detailed paragraph about who should or should not be president (they could pick their fish or backpack for all I cared):
"He would make all illegal Mexicans have green cards and deport all the white people cause nobody likes them."
Nice.
I'd like to say my response was 80% "gentle reteaching" and 20% "if I ever see this racist crap again it's a discipline referral," but I've discovered that I'm not that good yet. In fact, I'm only just learning that patience and silent prolonged suffering are not the same.
Note: from the pro-Mexican context omitted here, where a taco was recommended for vice-president, and from my knowledge of the student, I think the writer means "would give" instead of "would make."
Two minutes have passed, and I'm still not asleep. I'm picturing a taco for vice president and worrying way too much about whether it has sour cream. (No, that's not a metaphor for cold WASP stereotypes - I really just love sour cream on tacos. I've got this sketched out in my mind as a very calm, stately taco with a delicate lettuce ruff and just a jaunty toothpaste-like squeeze of sour cream, like an old man's bowtie. This look says, "I'm approachable!")
Of course, from the sentence as written, it isn't clear who will be in charge of deporting the unloved honkies. The newly authorized Mexicans? Gah - they do get the cruddy jobs!
{SLEEP}
Something I have always meant to read but probably never will: Grit.
A soda that is good enough but not as refreshing as I hoped: Blue Sky's Orange Creme.
Page I was on before I realized that here was another romance novel(la) that I just don't get: 43
Obstacles keeping me from getting one of the good books from the other room: blanket, throw pillow, legs that won't leave the sofa, extreme tiredness, tricky lamp switch
Number of minutes I can probably stay awake: 24
Number of minutes I plan to stay awake: <2
Number of minutes I will probably stay awake: 220
Best line, which is to say "best line," from a student essay I graded today, where the assignment was to write a detailed paragraph about who should or should not be president (they could pick their fish or backpack for all I cared):
"He would make all illegal Mexicans have green cards and deport all the white people cause nobody likes them."
Nice.
I'd like to say my response was 80% "gentle reteaching" and 20% "if I ever see this racist crap again it's a discipline referral," but I've discovered that I'm not that good yet. In fact, I'm only just learning that patience and silent prolonged suffering are not the same.
Note: from the pro-Mexican context omitted here, where a taco was recommended for vice-president, and from my knowledge of the student, I think the writer means "would give" instead of "would make."
Two minutes have passed, and I'm still not asleep. I'm picturing a taco for vice president and worrying way too much about whether it has sour cream. (No, that's not a metaphor for cold WASP stereotypes - I really just love sour cream on tacos. I've got this sketched out in my mind as a very calm, stately taco with a delicate lettuce ruff and just a jaunty toothpaste-like squeeze of sour cream, like an old man's bowtie. This look says, "I'm approachable!")
Of course, from the sentence as written, it isn't clear who will be in charge of deporting the unloved honkies. The newly authorized Mexicans? Gah - they do get the cruddy jobs!
{SLEEP}
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Posted by: nel | 19 November 2008 at 12:23 PM
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Posted by: nel | 19 November 2008 at 12:26 PM
My name is Shari too! :-)
Posted by: Shari | 20 November 2008 at 08:02 AM