one of the rules

I think there should be some sort of rule that once you've sung a song to someone in a romantic context, you shouldn't be allowed to sing it to anyone else. It's just weird and insulting otherwise, like reusing old pet names.

Quote of the Day

[20:41] Jason: I also got straight cookie dough
[20:41] Jason: Just in case
[20:41] Gabrielle as opposed to its popular san francisco counterpart, gay cookie dough
[20:41] Jason: yes

summer 09

I hereby christen this summer "The Summer of Being Nagged and Broke."  Possible runner-ups include The Summer of Being Unlucky in Romantic Endeavors and The Summer of Long Daytime Naps.

I bit the bullet this week and decided to help out in my church's VBS program.  I'm working in Preschool Crafts section with Cindy, the lady who also teaches the college group Bible study on Sundays. She's pretty cool, as evidenced by today when she brought cinnamon oatmeal cookies and Dr Pepper. Woo.

Preschoolers brains...are not inclined toward craft activities. Even the concept of stickers seem to elude them. Projects including stickers usually end in the beginning material being decorated with Leaning-Tower-of-Pisa-esque piles of one sticker on top of another and another, ad nauseum.  Paste, too, is a challenge. Today the table I was on had a project with a silhouette of a sheep which they could cover in paste and then stick cotton balls to, simulating wool.  The most common problem seemed to be that they didn't press down hard enough on the paste to leave a usable amount on the paper. How hard is this to understand?

"Teacher! It's not working!"

No, you're just not doing it right.

Gah.

regrets...

"It's funny. Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody."


Goddamn it, Holden, you were right.