McCain's real reason in picking Palin

City folks are dumb

This flyer reminds me of the time my great aunt called the police when she saw an armadillo in her yard--she thought it was a dinosaur.  

The Greatest Show on Earth

I think this title is debatable.  Of course, who doesn't like dogs dressed in costumes walking on their back legs.   The four of us attended (only b/c Audrey was free), and Maggie and Megan.  

The worst part was feeling violated after asking for a sno-cone from one of the roving vendors.   Mark gets two, one for Maggie, one for Ali.  It's pretty loud, so when Mark asks how much, he thinks he just didn't hear the guy correctly.  Mark hands him a ten.  The guy keeps waiting.  Mark asks me for another ten and tells me, I guess it's $15 for both.  The guy still has his hand out.  Now Mark is really confused.  I give the guy another ten and ask, how much?  Keep in mind, the tickets were $25 each.  The sno-cones were $15 each!!!!

Mark starts cussing, and I'm shhhing him.  Ali immediately says, this doesn't taste good.  Well, at least it came in a fancy, battery-powered, flashing cup.  

Trendy, and we didn't know it (sigh)

People say this all the time, but when I say it, it's true.  When we named Ali "Alison," we only knew one Alison, and she didn't go by Ali.  In fact, she was a closeted "Amy."  (That's for another post.)

Well, fast forward almost five years, to the first day of Pre-K.  I kid you not, this is Ali's class:

Alison "Ali" Moore (the best Ali, in my opinion)

Allison Morris, who goes by Allison

Ally S.

Alexandria, who goes by Allie 

It's so bad, the teachers tell me that they need something else to call Ali.  That's her name, I don't know what to do for you.  Her middle name is Elizabeth, so "Ali E." doesn't really roll off the tongue.  Feeling pressured, I tell them that my mom once called her Ali Beth, and now, that's her pre-school name.

I wish I had just said, try Olivia, it was our backup name.  I'm having visions of the 6 Jennifers and variations of the name in my 40 member pledge class.  Jennifer, the number one name of 1975.  

Sorry, sweetie, we thought we were being original.

Odd man out

Megan and Alison are in Montana. I didn't go. I'm sad. I bet you guys are having fun. You better not prank call me.

The things you can learn at pre-school

At our house, we use the word "toot" when someone does a certain bodily function. "Ha Ha, somebody tooted" or "Daddies have the stinkiest toots." Today, in the bath, I commented when Audrey tooted. Ali informs me, however, "in the Panda class (classes at her schools have animal names) they don't call it that, they call it a fart."

I'm so glad we switched the girls to that nice church pre-school.

On-line angst

Facebook is my new obession. I have to resist the temptation to check my page when at work. Speaking of work, though, some of my new friends are also people I supervise, which I have a sinking feeling will somehow lead to something terrible.

My newest Facebook conundrum: Rejecting friends. Is it possible to "ignore" a friend request? Example, dorky dude from high school that finds me 15 years later in cyberspace. I rationalize that if I ignored someone for 10 years through out elementary, middle and high school, is it any surprise I would continue that practice?

Another problem, breaking up with friends on Facebook. Like, are you allowed to kick someone out of your friend circle? When you first start Facebook, you're all greedy about your new friends--confirm, confirm, confirm. Then, just like the boys you "dated" in college, you wish you had been more selective. There is one early confirmed friend that I have (no one that would read this blog) who clearly has a more social cyber life than real life. He/she is so busy on Facebook, it totally clogs up my newsfeed. Do I really care which TV fan groups this person joined? Do I care what he/she thinks about every photo all of his/her other friends posted? (I just realized that while I am trying to protect this person's identity, I don't have any guy friends.)

For now, I guess I will will be more selective and ignore people that I would normally ignore in real life, and just tolerate those who think we are friends. Ah, Facebook really is like real life!