Wahoo! A small project that I slipped into my schedule to help a friend out has finally made its way off my plate. Funny how the "small" things get big so fast.
Day: March 13, 2006
Call the SPCA!
I saw something horrific today. The people mulching and landscaping the church where Amy has pre-school found a chipmunk. I know this because the guy jumped out in the road then back into the grass. His jump was after he kicked the chipmunk into the road and he got back into the grass when the chipmunk returned to the grass. Then he began stomping furiously.
I stopped the car. I wanted to tell him to stop but then I drove on. I like chipmunks, even the ones that bite my wife.
Use it or loose it. And a question of etiquette
Languages I’ve tasted:
- Spanish (4 years in High School, a couple of years at college, lived in the Spanish dorm a year)
- Hungarian (Magyar – felt comfortable enough with the basics that I wanted to travel to Budapest on my own)
- American Sign Language (some classes in college, hung out at TN school for the Deaf)
- and I can say "Hello" in Arabic. (I said Arabic online! Alert Homeland Security!)
In college, I used to joke that if I could say "Hello" and "I love you" in every language that I’d never sleep alone. I made a good go of it too. Even that part about learning "hello" and "I love you".
My sign language is weird because I was trying to learn ASL but because I was hearing, the kids at TSD wanted to use signed English with me. Despite my pidgon sign, I was comfortable enough to take orders from the deaf and hard of hearing at a Shoney’s restaurant where I worked right out of college. Now I can’t even talk to my wife (but what does that have to do with sign language?). Through the University and working at The Foreign Language Division of The Learning Company, I also gained exposure to French, Japanese, Russian, German and Italian but not enough to claim any knowledge.
So, My question of etiquette: When I bump into someone Hispanic, I always address them in English. Sometimes I get that blank look that I would give if I were being addressed by someone not speaking English; you know, that agast, expressionless face as your mind reels thorough the relatively small number of words you may have in hopes that something rings a bell. My Spanish is not good enough to strike up a conversation but I can still make some appropriate greetings. What is appropriate? Assume they speak Spanish and say, "¡Buenos días!"? Ask if they speak Spanish, "¿Habla español?" Or just stick to the uncomfortable smile, head nod and hesitant wave?
I don’t hesitate to talk to anyone. My inclination is to speak in Spanish. Perhaps my vocabulary will return!
Offroading
In East Tennessee we get the pleasure of seeing lots of muddy pickup trucks toting around their motorcycles and 4 wheelers. I thought this practice to originate in these hills but apparently it comes from the Middle East.
March Blingo Frenzy Continues
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Looks like I’ve been misspelling frenzy as freenzy so I get top ranking if you search for "blingo freenzy" but I have no placement on "blingo frenzy."
Looks like they had another frenzy Sunday afternoon.
for an hour in the afternoon we distributed 40 Visa Gift Cards valued at $25 each
We scored another movie ticket but turned it down in hopes of winning something better (think iPod…) since we are limited to winning 2 prizes per household per month.
Today’s extremely profound statement
From Crouching Mommy, Hidden Laundry:
And, life is ENTIRELY too short to feel like you are a victim for an extended period of time.
That hits home. I am writing that under this week’s Franklin Covey quote in my planner:
Character is the basis of happiness and happiness the sanction of character.
–George Santayana
Everyday this week I will set aside some time to ponder these.
Thump Thump Thump
Stroke coming or is that just sinus pressure from allergies?
Put one foot in front of the other!
At 8:45pm last night Evan took his first 5 steps. When I put him down he was standing and I could tell he was going to try a step so I prompted Cathy to look and with each step I said the word "step" which sounded like a machine gun since he walked so rapidly. After the 5th step he fell forward, caught himself on his arms, rolled to a sitting position with a grin that Gerber would have paid to photograph, and immediately tried to stand up again. He almost made it to standing; left foot extended and on right knee. Then he bounced and I swear he said, "step stepstepstepstepstep!" It was quite the special moment.