I’ve been a bit busy lately, so here’s a cop-out interactive post.
What’s (one of) the weirdest things you used to eat/snack on as a kid?
I used to swipe my finger along the top of the butter stick. Mmmmm…… butter……
I’ve been a bit busy lately, so here’s a cop-out interactive post.
What’s (one of) the weirdest things you used to eat/snack on as a kid?
I used to swipe my finger along the top of the butter stick. Mmmmm…… butter……
It’s that time of year again for Home Visits. I drive to the homes of my students to bring some paperwork, meet the family, and take pictures of the children for their cubbies.
It’s also the time of year when I start using my truck again, and am shocked by how dirty it is. I seriously need to spend several meaningful minutes de-trashing the inside, and today I noticed how incredibly dirty it was on the outside. (That’s really saying something, considering I am truly gifted in the dirt-overlooking department.
So, after home visits I stopped at a car wash. I didn’t have enough money to use the cool automated part, so I had to do it by hand. That’s right, cheap-o eco-freak went somewhere and paid money to spray gallons and gallons of water on my vehicle, with my own hands.
What a rush.
Statistics are bunk.
A long time ago I remember having an argument with Lloyd about probability, and of course, I told him he was wrong.
Wrong, wrong, wrong. (To be fair, I don’t remember much of the argument at all, just that he was wrong.) It had something to do with…. cards? coins? His wrong point was that the probability of one side coming up more often increased after blah blah blah blah.
No.
It will or it won’t.
Fifty-fifty.
Everything has a fifty-fifty chance, in my book. “Will the most qualified athlete win the race? He has a 94% chance.” No, he doesn’t – he will or he won’t. Fifty-fifty.
It’s like that with everything. It is or it isn’t, it does or it doesn’t. In fact, it’s the basis for one of my favorite things to say: “I’m really careful. Until I’m not.”
“I’m really cheap. Until I’m not.”
It works in any situation!
“I eat pretty healthy. Until I don’t.”
Feel free to tell me how I’m wrong, because I’m not.
Or I am.
by Lauren 5 Comments
Ah, there’s nothing like the smoky, grilled scent of line-dried laundry.
Yep, that’s dinner cooking on the grill, right next to the wet clothes. I thought about moving one or the other, but – whatever.
I did this two days in a row. You’d think I’d be smarter than that, but no.
Yes, those are sheets on the drying rack in the second photo. Bedtime tonight is going to smell delicious.
(By the way, the drying rack is on sale for the summer! Click here.)
by Lloyd 8 Comments
When we were young we’d save money by going to a grocery store and buy some bread and butter and really thin sliced ham and call it lunch. Sometimes we’d go to a park and picnic, sometimes we’d eat in the car. We’ve tried this at Whole Foods in Omaha a few times, and this does not save any money.
But it is yummy in my tummy.
The Orange Juice is a dollar more than at the Wal*Marts.