| Da-Da? |
[Feb. 9th, 2008|01:19 pm] |
Not long ago, strausmouse noted that the Dude liked to say "Da-Da." I'd like to share with you the varieties of meaning that word has. He uses the word to refer to the following:
1. His da-da. (Aww....!)
2. His ma-ma (eh?)
3. Clean diapers that he pulls out of the diaper stacker and tosses on the floor
4. Dirty diapers that he tosses on the floor (kidding about the tossing part)
5. His doggie
6. The bathrub, the water in the bathtub, and the toys floating in the water
7. Other children
8. Toys and various kid-friendly products
9. Not-so-kid-friendly products (power cords, plugged up outlets, etc.)
I think that about covers it. |
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| Need some movie recommendations |
[Jan. 19th, 2008|10:02 am] |
Now that the dude is in a good pattern and in bed by (roughly) 8:00 pm each night, strausmouse and I have returned to the cinema. That is, the cinema now comes to us. In thin red envelopes.
But our Netflix queue is dangerously serious. Lots and lots of drama. Currently in our living room: Raging Bull, Rashomon, and My Left Foot. On the list after that, a bunch of crap that strausmouse wants to see. These will likely be watched once a week, on Sundays, while I'm reading, grading, and sipping cappuccinos.
So, I think we need some assistance. I'm primarily interested in your comedic recommendations. (But please don't suggest Superbad. That was super bad.) But, given our dearth of upcoming films generally, any and all suggestions will be considered.
Thanks! |
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| Musings |
[Oct. 22nd, 2007|11:30 am] |
Several questions have been bothering me lately. (I'll leave out for now the questions about why I can't get any research done, what's going on with the article I submitted 8 months ago, why my students think espn.com is an acceptable academic source, etc.)
1. Why can't I find a decent pair of lined, tweed pants? I live in the Northeast, where it gets cold. I had a pair of gray flannel pants that I shrank before I got pregnant, so I didn't bother to replace them last year. I've now tried on every pair of lined tweed I can find, and they don't fit. Most stores don't even seem to have them. What gives?
2. Why does my son prefer paper (especially students' papers) and boxes (especially the empty bulk box of baby wipes) to his nice toys?
3. Why is it so hard to find a decent doctor? The one recommended by my friends "may" be taking new patients in January. So I checked the insurance company's website, and there are exactly 2 female gp's in the county that are taking new patients. The first one I checked isn't board certified. (I'm not entirely sure what that means, but if there's a certification process, I want my doctor going through it.) The next one is certified, is taking new patients, and has an office not too far away. Great. The conversation went something like this:
Me: Can I make an appointment?
Receptionist: We don't make appointments.
M: Um, even for a physical?
R: That's right.
WTF? |
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| Adult PDAs |
[Sep. 19th, 2007|09:16 am] |
Two entries in two days? What, am I turning into jamietr or something? Next thing you know, I'll be telling you what I had for breakfast. (Haven't eaten yet, but I've got a granola bar and a banana waiting for me. Now you know!)
Last night my college had a guest speaker about the interplay between the Constitution and the War on Terror. It was very good, and the auditorium was packed--full of faculty and students ('cause we make them go), but also a lot (and I mean A LOT) of community members. That's what happens when you offer a topic like that in a smallish city that hasn't seen a Republican mayor since the Russian Revolution. No joke.
But I kept getting distracted by a couple directly in front of me, two rows up. They had either just had sex, were about to have sex, or were currently having sex (thanks to strausmouse--it's his description of Vegas that I'm borrowing from here. Don't want to be accused of plagarism!). They sat uncomfortably close together, had their arms around each other, kept making lovey-dovey looks, and had their fingers in each other's hair throughout the entire 90 minute event. At one point they eskimo kissed. And then the woman next to them started to get in on the act. I'd draw you a diagram if I could, but basically the man was on the left, the woman he was clearly with was in the middle, and their, um, "friend," was on the right. About halfway through I noticed the middle woman--still with her arms around the man and with him leaning on her shoulder--had half a butt cheek on the other woman's chair. That woman's left shoulder was clearly in the middle woman's personal space. And all I could think, while trying to listen to examples of how many times the Bush administration has broken constitutional, federal, and international law, was: Are they seriously about to have a three-way?
And here's the thing. These weren't kids. They were my age, maybe a little older, likely in the 35-40 range. Honestly, when do you grow out of public displays of affection? |
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| You know you've lived on the East Coast for too long when... |
[Sep. 18th, 2007|08:52 am] |
You try to stop into Dunkin' Donuts on the way to work, but the parking lot is full. So instead you turn into the little alley on the side of it, but there's a sign that very clearly says No Parking Any Time. And your immediate thought is: Even just to run in to Dunkin'? So instead you make an illegal u-turn (I've heard they're all illegal here, but that doens't really stop me) to stop at the other Dunkin' on the one-mile drive between home and work.
By the way, all of this was fully justified by having to deal with the slightest of layers of frost on the windshield this morning. Winter's coming! |
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