cheese, leprachauns, and teenage nazis...
Last week was pretty interesting. I babysat Dana, who was very cute as always. As soon as I came in she ran up to me and tackled me with a huge hug. Her dad said that before I showed up she'd been waiting behind the door for me for ten minutes. At one point she asked me, "Do you know how to drive yet?" I told her, "I'm learning how right now." She looked at me quizzically and said, "But you're in the house right now." Later on in the day she told me, "Getting married sounds like fun...because when you're married you get to kiss each other, and throw pillows at each other, and fart on each other!" Haha, gotta love a five-year-old's view of marriage. She and I played with stuffed animals downstairs and she pretended to give them a bath while singing a song about cleaning them "so they won't smell like stinky cheese anymore."
Class was pretty entertaining. While we were discussing current events, someone said that Congress has been discussing raising the driving age to 21. This prompted the comment, "Great, then you can go get a drink and get your license on the same day!" My psychology professor was also explaining to us the difference between sympathy and empathy, and how when a person is empathetic they can imagine themselves in someone else's situation because they have been there before. She said that many drug rehab counselors are empathetic because they've overcome drug addictions themselves. A guy in the back raised his hand and asked, "I want to be a drug rehab counselor, so would you recommend that I go on a meth binge?"
I stayed over the O'Malleys.' Theresa and Erin wrote up a set of rules for doing the dishes and signed the list "The Leprachauns." It consisted of rules such as "Thou shalt handwash thy own dish if the dishwasher is full" and "Thou shalt place dish in dishwasher immediately after use." At the end it warned, "If thou shalt fail to comply with these rules, the leprachauns shall steal thy underwear and hide it for a fortnight!" Sure enough, their mom forgot to put her plate in the dishwasher and "the leprachauns" stole her underwear from her room and hid it.
When Mike and I were eating at the Bridgeport Flier, there was a group of very drunk and very stupid teenagers sitting behind us. They kept using racial slurs and one of them said, "Yo, let's find a bunch of Jews and put them in a gas chamber!" I told Mike, "I think we just walked into an Aryan Youth meeting." I was going to go up to them before we left and pretend to be a Nazi and say, "Sieg hi, motherfurhers! Eighty-eight!" and then leave, but I didn't want to offend the waitress.
So yep...that was my week.
Class was pretty entertaining. While we were discussing current events, someone said that Congress has been discussing raising the driving age to 21. This prompted the comment, "Great, then you can go get a drink and get your license on the same day!" My psychology professor was also explaining to us the difference between sympathy and empathy, and how when a person is empathetic they can imagine themselves in someone else's situation because they have been there before. She said that many drug rehab counselors are empathetic because they've overcome drug addictions themselves. A guy in the back raised his hand and asked, "I want to be a drug rehab counselor, so would you recommend that I go on a meth binge?"
I stayed over the O'Malleys.' Theresa and Erin wrote up a set of rules for doing the dishes and signed the list "The Leprachauns." It consisted of rules such as "Thou shalt handwash thy own dish if the dishwasher is full" and "Thou shalt place dish in dishwasher immediately after use." At the end it warned, "If thou shalt fail to comply with these rules, the leprachauns shall steal thy underwear and hide it for a fortnight!" Sure enough, their mom forgot to put her plate in the dishwasher and "the leprachauns" stole her underwear from her room and hid it.
When Mike and I were eating at the Bridgeport Flier, there was a group of very drunk and very stupid teenagers sitting behind us. They kept using racial slurs and one of them said, "Yo, let's find a bunch of Jews and put them in a gas chamber!" I told Mike, "I think we just walked into an Aryan Youth meeting." I was going to go up to them before we left and pretend to be a Nazi and say, "Sieg hi, motherfurhers! Eighty-eight!" and then leave, but I didn't want to offend the waitress.
So yep...that was my week.