November 10, 2008

• Blathering

  According to Xanga I can now change my blogname.  Since I haven’t changed since I started blogging (unless you count a different hairstyle as change which I don’t since I consider it a Work in Progress) I don’t plan on changing my blogname.

  I also refuse to switch to the new Xanga profile format.

  So there.  I really am turning into an old curmudgeon.

  I managed to get 60% of my Xmas shopping done this weekend.  The rest will be done online or in the form of cash.  Most of my family prefer cash.  Go figure.

  Special Someone presented me with a gift on Friday evening.  It was wrapped in plain brown paper and read “From Special Someone to Karl for Special Someone.” (And no…Special Someone is short be even he didn’t have that much plain brown paper.)

  I got knives.  Wusthof to be exact.  After complaining for months about the Pampered Chef knives that he used (crappola that couldn’t hold an edge) he decided that I would need good knives if I was going to help with his Xmas party.

  He knows me so well.  And yes…I AM that much of a Kitchen Diva.

  I had a little “accident” this weekend.  It doesn’t help when your SUV sits 2 foot taller than the car that decides to go behind you when you are backing up.

  And just for grunts and giggles…

  Lipstick in School
  

  According to a news report, a certain private school in Washington was recently faced with a unique problem.
  A number of 12-year-old girls were beginning to use lipstick and would put it on in the bathroom.  That was fine, but after they put on their lipstick they would press their lips to the mirror leaving dozens of little lip prints.  Every night the maintenance man would remove them and the next day the girls would put them back.

  Finally the principal decided that something had to be done.
  
  She called all the girls to the bathroom and met them there with the maintenance man.  She explained that all these lip prints were causing a major problem for the custodian who had to clean the mirrors every night (you can just imagine the yawns from the little princesses).
  
  To demonstrate how difficult it had been to clean the mirrors, she asked the maintenance man to show the girls how much effort was required.  He took out a long-handled squeegee, dipped it in the toilet, and cleaned the mirror with it. 

  Since then, there have been no lip prints on the mirror.
  
  There are teachers. . . .and then there are educators.

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