Typos: changing the context of conversations everywhere

Conversation that almost made me laugh out loud in class:

Me: Is it just me or is it cold in here?
Her: It seems fine to me. I'm hardly ever cod.
Me: Are you ever halibut?

Ok, so maybe I'm just tired.

Pressing Question of the Day

Are caramel and carmel the same thing? More importantly, is carmel even a word outside of being the name of a city in Indiana? I don't think I've ever said the word caramel. Now I know the little candies are supposed to be caramels, but the adopted slang of carmel takes over. But is it carmel apples, or caramel apples? I know you carmelize sugar when cooking, but is the end product carmel or caramel?

Some things I just need to know.

Hiatus

This blog is going on an indefinite hiatus. I'm not inspired to post much lately, nor do I have time to type up what little anecdotes I've been thinking. So for the 2 people out there who read this, give me at least a week before you check back. The earliest post will be after March 1st. Just so you know and can stop checking.

Me duele todo mi cuerpo.

Ok, not going into details, but not blogging for a while until I'm back over the weather. (I'm assuming that's the opposite of under the weather). The fam, all 6 of us, have been at death's door since Saturday, and I'm too busy bonding over family illness to form a coherent thought. My mom pointed out that when we're all sick at the same time, we don't feel sorry for each other. It's mostly just pushing each other out of the way to get to the meds. In other good news, the V in V-day at the Jesus House now stands for something completely non-romantic.

I dedicate this song to all you lovers out there.

I know I've discussed how much I hate "Delilah" on the radio, but sometimes, Jesus Radio becomes unbearable, and when choosing between the two cheesefests, I'll defer to Delilah.

Last night, a 13 year old student called in to ask that she dedicate a song to his teacher. The student then went on to describe how this teacher is such a great motivator, and always believes in him when no one else does. Delilah gave some speech about underappreciated teachers and promised to dedicate a song. And Delilah's song of choice; "Because You Loved Me" by Celine Dion.

Now, I agree that teachers are overworked and underpaid, and that some go above and beyond to help those underachievers get ahead. But with the recent rise in instances of teachers having sex with their students, I'm thinking this wasn't exactly a wise choice in songs.

Betty when you call me you can call me Al.

I haven't been blogging much lately because I made the mistake of being on call in 4 out of my 5 classes this week. And trust me, all 4 took advantage of that. I think I was called on more this week than the entire first year of law school. [The benefits of having a hard to pronounce last name.] Being on call means that I actually have to read for my classes and pay attention while in that class. But maybe the biggest mistake I made was taking 5 classes that I find really interesting. Cuts down on the internet time when you're interested in the subject matter.

No publicity is bad publicity.

Ironically, a post about how I had to remove a post because it was causing people to get here looking for naked people has been linked by The Legal Underground with the phrase But hey, good-looking or not, what do you look like naked? And today alone I have received 40 hits off of that link. Which makes me wonder, again, who are they expecting to see naked here?

Ode to a Birthday Girl II

Happy Birthday to Amanda.
You're as cuddly as a panda.
I'm glad you don't live in Uganda.
So we can skip out on memoranda.

(to have a drink, of course.)

Happy Birthday Amanda!!

So little potential, so little time.

You know how you're flipping through the channels and you land on a movie you've heard of but never seen, and you watch it for a little while, and after a few minutes you realize how terribly bad it is, but you can't force yourself to turn the channel? It's like a car wreck and you can't look away. Tonight's hypnotic feature was "Here on Earth." For those not familiar, it's the one with the Helen Hunt clone who has to choose between the childhood boyfriend and the new kid before she dies of the disease she has told no one about.

I caught the flick about a quarter of the way through, and it just kept getting worse and worse. Believeability was thrown to the wind and people started crying uncontrolably all the time. Really, how believable is it that she's going to choose that doofbag Chris Klein over Josh Hartnett, especially when according to my calculations, they had spent a combined total of 42 real time minutes together before professing undying love for one another. [Maybe undying isn't the correct descriptive word since Leelee ends up biting it in the end.] And she spends the whole movie running through fields of daisies and mountains and such, only to collapse at a very convenient plot moment and reveal that she has incurable cancer of the knee. And if that's not bad enough, I was subjected to the added character complication that Chris was the rich kid from out of state while Josh was the hometown hick and all that that implies. Sadly, this movie makes that Mandy Moore one from a few years ago look like an Oscar contender.

Sadly, I must admit that I made it all the way to the credits of the movie before shutting off the TV. Though this was because I was hoping it would throw in all the cliches and non-twists they could before they killed her off. And luckily, the movie didn't disappoint.

Ode to a Birthday Girl

A day early...

Happy Birthday to Kelly.
You never are smelly.
You sing like Bocelli.
And like my homemade jelly.

Happy Birthday Kelly P!!

Multiplicity

My sister gave me an Old Navy gift certificate for Christmas. Christmas of last year, that is. And after Kelly talked about her success there yesterday, I decided that maybe it was time for me to cash in.

I dropped by the store on the way home from class and checked out a few things. Now after spending many a night catching reruns of 'What Not to Wear', I've been in the market for jackets to mix up the wardrobe. And to my excitement, they had this pink number on sale for $23 (down from $50). Quite a steal. And it fit so well when I tried it on, I decided that maybe I should grab another one. They had one in khaki that I loved, but the only one was dressed on a model. I took a peek, noticed it was in my size, and tracked down a store clerk and asked if I could disrobe said model. She approved, and I am now the proud owner of the last khaki blazer.

But it doesn't end there. I tend to hate shopping, but once I jump off of the merchandise bridge, there's no going back. I stood for 10 minutes pondering whether to make it a complete trio with the black one. I decided against it, purchased my items, and left.

I then drove out the drive, decided I'd be kicking myself tomorrow that I didn't end up getting the black one, circled around the Target, PetSmart, and Kohls, and pulled back up to Old Navy. The store was closing in 15 minutes, so I dashed in, grabbed the black one, and tried to explain to the cashier why I was making my second shopping trip in 8 minutes.

I actually made it out of the parking lot the next time, and made the long trek home with my 3 blazers for under $75. Quite the perfect shopping day. And now that I've confessed this, if you see me wearing one in the near future, try to pretend that you don't know that I have 2 more hanging in the closet at home.

Edited for my sanity.

Many moons ago, I posted about a woman becoming the first coach in men's professional basketball. I have since had to remove the post because I have received 40 or so hits in the last 3 days of people looking for naked pics of her. I'm not even going to type her name again so as not to incite more naked searching. But now I'm curious as to what she did that she sparked so many searches in the last few days.