Special Persons Blither at You with Details
Flushed by the success of the raw chicken Viking hat link that I stole from Christina, and feeling much better, apparently, I write another blog entry, only two days after the last! What an event!
However, I'm still not feeling completely pulled-together, so I think I'll blither.
(Let's start with the links, though, for those of you who live for them, and then you can be excused, and the rest can hang out for the actual blithering. )
First, though I don't usually post the results of the net quizzes I take, I'm pleased today to tell you that if I were a book, I'd be
The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien. Harsh and bitter, you tell it like it is. This usually comes in short, dramatic spurts of spilling your guts in various ways. You carry a heavy load, and this has weighed you down with all the horrors that humanity has to offer. Having seen and done a great deal that you aren't proud of, you have no choice but to walk forward, trudging slowly through ongoing mud. In the next life, you will come back as a water buffalo.
Yes! This SO me! Except for the future water-buffalo part, with which I take exception.
You, too, can find out what book you are. (The book quiz has been around for a while; thanks to Meredith for reminding me of it.)
Then you can create your tombstone, with the Tombstone Generator (thanks to JadedJu for the link), as for instance:
Now for the blither.
It's Catholic Schools Week, which is why twice already this week I've gone over to the child's school and eaten pizza and observed the child's desk. The pizza was wedge-shaped the first time, and square the second. Also, the second pizza had pepperoni, which the first did not. The child's desk was the same both times.
Now, these were two very different activities, I'm told. The first was Pizza Party and Open House, and we went on Sunday afternoon and ate the pizza -- that would be the wedge-shaped pizza -- and went over to the child's homeroom and looked at his desk, and picked up the little booklet he'd made for open house, which had various spelling and math activities in it. It also had a paragraph on "My Favorite Activity," which he'd asked us specially to look at cause he wasn't sure about it. "We were supposed to put in details," he told us. "I'm not sure about my details."
Hey! We get paid for this! Well, one of us did, till he retired. So we were quickly able to say, yes, you're short on details; two of the sentences have details, but "I like sledding because it's fun," and "Sledding is enjoyable," are not only lacking in detail but essentially the same sentence only with different words. Though we liked the use of "enjoyable," which you don't hear much outside of our house.
So that was fun. We like to explain writing. It took the child a while to get us out of the library, too, cause we found some books we were interested in. "Look, child! Here's an unabridged copy of Robinson Crusoe! Cool!" Sam was disturbed, though, that we couldn't find Great Expectations. What, we ask you, is the world coming to.
But it was cheering to see the science exhibits. The halls were lined with posterboard explanations of science projects, as invented by the eighth-graders: which brand of popcorn pops up best? Which anti-virus software program is the easiest to install? How far can you drop eggs before they break?
Ok, I made that one up, but I needed some details, and I've forgotten the real ones.
Also, one of the Best Things I Ever Did In My Life was to clean out an old burned-out barn in Maine, one summer, which the free-ranging chickens had gotten into, and laid vast numbers of eggs, which they'd then promptly forgotten and never sat on. I tell you, these eggs were OLD. VERY old. So old that, if you threw them out the barn window as far as you could throw them -- which is what I spent the summer doing -- they exploded in mid-air into green gas. Now, that was both enjoyable and educational, and I only hope the child gets a chance to do it someday.
So that was Sunday. Then yesterday, we had the Special Persons Lunch. This happens every year. It is our opportunity to eat in the cafeteria with the child, and observe his desk. The reason it was different from Sunday Open House, when we did the same thing, is that, in order to attend, you had to be a Special Person attached to one of the children, but on Sunday you could have just dropped in to the open house to look at the science exhibits and read the books, whether you were special or no.
It was entirely an accident that the lunch yesterday was pizza, which the school had already fed me on Sunday. They always give us that vanilla ice cream in the dixie cups, though, and I love that. There is no ice cream just exactly like that school cafeteria ice cream, and though I don't go out of my way to get it, I appreciate it when I do get it. Which once a year, I do, because I am a Special Person.
Also, I can explain to you if you have details, for I am a Trained Professional. But be quick about it, on account of I carry a heavy load, and am harsh and bitter.
However, I'm still not feeling completely pulled-together, so I think I'll blither.
(Let's start with the links, though, for those of you who live for them, and then you can be excused, and the rest can hang out for the actual blithering. )
First, though I don't usually post the results of the net quizzes I take, I'm pleased today to tell you that if I were a book, I'd be
The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien. Harsh and bitter, you tell it like it is. This usually comes in short, dramatic spurts of spilling your guts in various ways. You carry a heavy load, and this has weighed you down with all the horrors that humanity has to offer. Having seen and done a great deal that you aren't proud of, you have no choice but to walk forward, trudging slowly through ongoing mud. In the next life, you will come back as a water buffalo.
Yes! This SO me! Except for the future water-buffalo part, with which I take exception.
You, too, can find out what book you are. (The book quiz has been around for a while; thanks to Meredith for reminding me of it.)
Then you can create your tombstone, with the Tombstone Generator (thanks to JadedJu for the link), as for instance:
Now for the blither.
It's Catholic Schools Week, which is why twice already this week I've gone over to the child's school and eaten pizza and observed the child's desk. The pizza was wedge-shaped the first time, and square the second. Also, the second pizza had pepperoni, which the first did not. The child's desk was the same both times.
Now, these were two very different activities, I'm told. The first was Pizza Party and Open House, and we went on Sunday afternoon and ate the pizza -- that would be the wedge-shaped pizza -- and went over to the child's homeroom and looked at his desk, and picked up the little booklet he'd made for open house, which had various spelling and math activities in it. It also had a paragraph on "My Favorite Activity," which he'd asked us specially to look at cause he wasn't sure about it. "We were supposed to put in details," he told us. "I'm not sure about my details."
Hey! We get paid for this! Well, one of us did, till he retired. So we were quickly able to say, yes, you're short on details; two of the sentences have details, but "I like sledding because it's fun," and "Sledding is enjoyable," are not only lacking in detail but essentially the same sentence only with different words. Though we liked the use of "enjoyable," which you don't hear much outside of our house.
So that was fun. We like to explain writing. It took the child a while to get us out of the library, too, cause we found some books we were interested in. "Look, child! Here's an unabridged copy of Robinson Crusoe! Cool!" Sam was disturbed, though, that we couldn't find Great Expectations. What, we ask you, is the world coming to.
But it was cheering to see the science exhibits. The halls were lined with posterboard explanations of science projects, as invented by the eighth-graders: which brand of popcorn pops up best? Which anti-virus software program is the easiest to install? How far can you drop eggs before they break?
Ok, I made that one up, but I needed some details, and I've forgotten the real ones.
Also, one of the Best Things I Ever Did In My Life was to clean out an old burned-out barn in Maine, one summer, which the free-ranging chickens had gotten into, and laid vast numbers of eggs, which they'd then promptly forgotten and never sat on. I tell you, these eggs were OLD. VERY old. So old that, if you threw them out the barn window as far as you could throw them -- which is what I spent the summer doing -- they exploded in mid-air into green gas. Now, that was both enjoyable and educational, and I only hope the child gets a chance to do it someday.
So that was Sunday. Then yesterday, we had the Special Persons Lunch. This happens every year. It is our opportunity to eat in the cafeteria with the child, and observe his desk. The reason it was different from Sunday Open House, when we did the same thing, is that, in order to attend, you had to be a Special Person attached to one of the children, but on Sunday you could have just dropped in to the open house to look at the science exhibits and read the books, whether you were special or no.
It was entirely an accident that the lunch yesterday was pizza, which the school had already fed me on Sunday. They always give us that vanilla ice cream in the dixie cups, though, and I love that. There is no ice cream just exactly like that school cafeteria ice cream, and though I don't go out of my way to get it, I appreciate it when I do get it. Which once a year, I do, because I am a Special Person.
Also, I can explain to you if you have details, for I am a Trained Professional. But be quick about it, on account of I carry a heavy load, and am harsh and bitter.
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