Tuesday, November 25, 2008
It's been a while
The other night, I was super sick (coughing up bits and pieces of my organs) and my thoughtful, talented and extremely attractive husband came to the rescue. There he was, at 3 in the morning, reminding me how to breathe, and coaching my coughs to not be so deep. Then, (whether in his delirium or consciousness, I know not) he started telling me one of the weirdest stories I've ever heard. (It actually seemed quite normal to me at the time, due to my state of being.) There was something about walking through a field of mud (which later became chocolate and chocolate chips on an ice cream sundae). Anyway, I was thinking that it would be pretty entertaining to record ourselves during the night, and listen to the things we think are logical when we are sleeping. I bet we would learn some interesting things about ourselves.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Is that a joke?
I just sat down to write this post, and this guy with a spray bottle full of cleaning suplies (who was drenching the drinking fountain with the toxic stuff), dropped the bottle and this scary pink liquid sprayed all over the girl he was working with, and started oozing on the floor.
Guy: are you okay?
Girl: *cough, cough, hack, screams of pain* "yeah, I'm fine"
so that's why they tell you to wear goggles. Do you think it's okay to drink out of that water fountain? She still hasn't come out of the bathroom. Talk about death of chivalry! Back in the day, if a guy even looked wrong at a girl it was rude. Now, he can throw toxic chemicals at her and get away with it?
Anyway, the reason for this post, was that I was indexing some names from a California 1920 census today. Some of it is somewhat decipherable, but other parts, are unbelievable. I don't know if it's just bad handwriting, or if the guy who was writing the census records was multi-tasking and watching their version of SNL or something. I can just see it:
Man (who we'll call Clifford) writing: "...John Hammond, Mary Edmund, ha, ha, ha Ecksnerzlenytrina. Shoot, do you think they'll be able to read that? Oh well..."
My question is, is Ecksnerzlenytrina a guy or a girl?
p.s. Barney and I have a new nephew!!! Congrats Net!
Guy: are you okay?
Girl: *cough, cough, hack, screams of pain* "yeah, I'm fine"
so that's why they tell you to wear goggles. Do you think it's okay to drink out of that water fountain? She still hasn't come out of the bathroom. Talk about death of chivalry! Back in the day, if a guy even looked wrong at a girl it was rude. Now, he can throw toxic chemicals at her and get away with it?
Anyway, the reason for this post, was that I was indexing some names from a California 1920 census today. Some of it is somewhat decipherable, but other parts, are unbelievable. I don't know if it's just bad handwriting, or if the guy who was writing the census records was multi-tasking and watching their version of SNL or something. I can just see it:
Man (who we'll call Clifford) writing: "...John Hammond, Mary Edmund, ha, ha, ha Ecksnerzlenytrina. Shoot, do you think they'll be able to read that? Oh well..."
My question is, is Ecksnerzlenytrina a guy or a girl?
p.s. Barney and I have a new nephew!!! Congrats Net!
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