Good morning, MTs. How are you today? Me, I’m a little grumpy and more than a little bit done with “The Footy” – a.k.a. Australian Rules Football team. It’s the championships next Saturday, and ye gods, DH’s team, Collingwood are in the Grand Final. It’s been 20 years since they last won, and they haven’t been in a championship since 2003, so the testosterone has overridden DH’s normal impulses and hard-wired all major circuitry straight into his lizard brain. This week can’t pass fast enough so I can, please Jebus, have my normal husband back. I envy all of you who are ignorant of AFL.
In that spirit, I bring you news of anything but sport. Firstly, gossip, gossip, gossip. Jamie Oliver and his wife, Jools, welcomed their fourth child – and first boy – into the family last week. The baby boy got –saddled– named with a –wacky– unique name – Buddy Maurice. I admit my love for Jamie Oliver with no hesitation; he and his wife and family are just adorable. I own a couple of his cookbooks and I really use his recipes, too. So congrats, Jamie and Jools!
From the department of Just Desserts, the sometimes-funny, always unintentionally revealing advice column in the NYT, Social Q’s. This week, a person confesses to snooping in the SIL’s e-mail account … and got more than they bargained for in the form of insults. I’ll go with the advice columnist in this – if you can’t do the crime, don’t snoop in other people’s e-mails. You almost always get more than you bargained for. And for everyone else, make sure you log out if you’re using somebody else’s computer. There are snoops out there!
What’s going on in your world, today?
My mother-in-law in El Salvador is always sending me joke e-mails and religious chain letters. I thought this joke having to do with two 8-year-old children was pretty good.
I will run the original e-mail in Spanish and then translate into English:
Dos niños de 8 años conversan en el parque.
El niño le pregunta a la niña:
“¿Que vas a pedir como regalo al Santa Claus?”
“Yo le voy a pedir una Barbie ¿y tú?”
“Yo le voy a pedir un Tampax,” responde el niño.
“¿Que es un Tampax?” pregunta la niña
“Yo no sé,… pero en la televisión dicen que tú puedes ir a la playa todos los días, andar en bicicleta, andar a caballo, bailar, ir a la disco, correr, hacer de todo y lo mejor…’Sin que nadie se dé cuenta!!!!!”
Ja! Ja! Ja! Here it is in English:
An 8-year-old boy and an 8-year-old girl converse in a park.
The boy asks the girl:
“What do you want Santa Claus to bring you?”
“I am going to ask for a Barbie. And you?”
“I am going to ask for a Tampax,” responds the boy.
“¿What is a Tampax?” asks the girl.
“I don’t know,… but in the television it says you can go to the beach every day, ride your bike, ride a horse, dance, go to the disco, run, do everything and better…’Without anyone noticing!!!!!'”
Have you received any good e-mails lately?
This is just SO ODD to me. I got the following e-mail from a company that my office has hired some temps from:
Today is a day to remember not only our troops, but also those who work towards protecting us on a daily basis including our fire and police squads. Let’s be thankful for the beautiful weather, and all of the wonderful things happening around us in this fantastic city. Here’s to Chicago and the amazing talent within.
Check out the latest Talent Update for this week.
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O.K. I had the post regarding my personal feelings on the 9/11 memorials and what not. THIS just made my skin crawl. Tell me if I’m being too sensitive because of my previous 9/11 feelings… but I kind of want to write back with a “thanks, please don’t send me political stuff. Thoughts?