Random thoughts
From a Baptist church billboard I spotted on the drive home today: "Jesus: Not our homeboy, but our Savior."
Yeah, hey! Listen to us, Odessa commuters! The Big J may be many things. But he is definitely not hip. Got that? NOT. HIP. We don't care what those shirts you bought at Gadzooks in the mall (like, three seasons ago) say.
Also, Mary is not your homegirl, either. Nor are the Hosts of Heaven 'your crew.' So don't even start. Or we will chase your car and throw a flaming hymnal through the back window.
Because that's how we roll.
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Let's see, in other news, I have a new food addiction: Sam's Choice beer-cheese crackers. For just $1.25 a box, you too can visit white-trash culinary nirvana.
They taste a little like beer, a little like cheese, and a whole lot like love.
That's right. Love.
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I often spend my conference hour in another teacher's government class. This morning, I witnessed the following exchange:
Student: I'm not trying to be mean, Miss, but you misspelled "vote."
Teacher: Oh?
Student: Yeah. It's V-O-T-E.
Teacher: Honey, that's because I wrote "veto." I'll explain what that is, in a bit.
I had a really hard time not laughing from my corner seat at the computer.
Yeah, hey! Listen to us, Odessa commuters! The Big J may be many things. But he is definitely not hip. Got that? NOT. HIP. We don't care what those shirts you bought at Gadzooks in the mall (like, three seasons ago) say.
Also, Mary is not your homegirl, either. Nor are the Hosts of Heaven 'your crew.' So don't even start. Or we will chase your car and throw a flaming hymnal through the back window.
Because that's how we roll.
* * *
Let's see, in other news, I have a new food addiction: Sam's Choice beer-cheese crackers. For just $1.25 a box, you too can visit white-trash culinary nirvana.
They taste a little like beer, a little like cheese, and a whole lot like love.
That's right. Love.
* * *
I often spend my conference hour in another teacher's government class. This morning, I witnessed the following exchange:
Student: I'm not trying to be mean, Miss, but you misspelled "vote."
Teacher: Oh?
Student: Yeah. It's V-O-T-E.
Teacher: Honey, that's because I wrote "veto." I'll explain what that is, in a bit.
I had a really hard time not laughing from my corner seat at the computer.