Cleanup, aisle 6, seat 2!

Scene 2, Act 5.
Science class at an undisclosed high school. Girl in the back has her hand up.

"Yes, Jane?"

"Uh, Ms. Goebel, can I use the hall pass?"

"Jane, it's 'may I use the hall pass'"

"Uh, ok. Ms. Goebel, may I use the hall pass? My water just broke."

Ok, I embellished the story a little bit. Her water didn't break. She did go into labor in science class and the free clinic did say they wouldn't admit until after her water broke. Yeah, we're not your grandpa's high school anymore. There was one pregnant student last year that I was aware of, she gave birth during the school year and still managed to graduate with her class. And she's already enrolled at SLCC.

Midterms, ya gotta love midterms.....

Just got done with the first mid-term of my graduate school career. Hip, hip, hora zzzzzzzzzzzzz. Yeah, don't ever romanticize those good old days of cramming for midterms and finals. They're not so great. But there is a euphoria to being done, knowing that, good or bad, you got through it and don't (hopefully) have to do that one again. Now I'm gonna go home and sleep. Ciao.

Thank you Rachel

Christmas and serial killing.

First it killed Thanksgiving, completely absorbing it into it's commercial frenzy. Now it's taken Halloween. Today, October 3rd, 2007, I saw my first "things you can buy for Christmas" on the morning news, and earlier this week I was at Home Depot and saw the Christmas tress and decorations out. I hate the ever burgeoning Christmas Season. Despise it. I like Christmas day, when the family gets together and eats a lot. I've even gotten to a point in my life where I can appreciate the religious aspects of Christmas. I cannot stand what the commercial enterprises in this country have turned this season into, and the other holidays they have sacrificed for profit.

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May Halloween and Thanksgiving Rest In Peace.

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Only 448 shopping days left until Christmas 2008!

My bags are packed, I'm ready to go...

I'm standin' here outside the door,
Already I'm so lonesome I could cry,
So kiss me and smile for me,
Tell me that you'll wait for me,
Hold me like you'll never let me go.....

Man, that's been fried into my brain from long ago. Back in the Churchill days when I'd sing that with the english teacher on my team. (She used it in one of her lessons and I'm not really sure how it became tradition for us to sing it to the class every time).

Anyway, the deal is set. I've booked the flight. Danny, Alex and I are going to be leaving a week from this coming saturday, and hopefully we'll be back that evening, or early the next morning. Yeah, it could all be a hoax, there could be no car, or it could be a big pile of junk, but it's a hell of a lot of lying just to see me waste a lot of money flying people out to California. The lady sounded honest and she had nothing to gain. Of course I do have an alternate plan - rent a car and drive home - just in case somehow it does fall through. But I don't think it will, and that's the risk you take buying a classic car over the internet. The convertible worked out fine, I'm counting on this one doing the same.

Only time will tell.........

I'm leaving on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again...