Good luck, Gud! I know how scary and exciting that is. Owen's supposed to start preschool next week.
I can't decide whether to be deliriously happy or to start making book on how long before we have to pull him out.
My lunch is a steak sandwich, should be tasty.
Oh, so much tastier than PB&J.
I'm having a bowl of Kashi GoLean for breakfast. It tastes a bit like cardboard. I think I'll stick to the crunch next time.
I hope Owen has a great time at preschool. Is he excited about it?
I sometimes refuse to pronounce things the way the locals do, which is why you probably will never hear me refer to a creek as a 'crick' even in backwoods Michigan.
Way to stick it to the man with the linguistic disobedience.
It is kind of weird what things you expect correct pronunciation for.
Like, tortilla is weird and wrong pronounced tor-till-a, but yah-mah rather than lah-mah sounds pretentious. (Never did learn all those pronunciation marks.)
Is he excited about it?
Hard to tell. We're trying to not get him too hyped up about it because he's still not potty trained (one of the requirements) and, although the director said they could "work with us" on that issue, I've yet to know what that means. They could give us a week or two to work it out or they could give us a month.
We meet the teacher on Monday morning, have parent orientation Monday night and he's supposed to start on Wednesday. If I think about it too much, I get terrified.
When I was living in England, I used to regularly walk down Belvoir Street on my way to work. One day I was menaced by a large, angry dog (seriously, I thought I was going to be mauled), and I described the incident to a friend.
Her: Where did you say this happened?
Me: Belvoir (Bel-vwahr) Street
Her (baffled): Where?
Me: You know. (describes location of street)
Her: Spell it.
Me: (spells)
Her (enlightenment dawning): Oh! Beaver Street.
Out here we've got Sequim (Skwim), where DH and I are going for our anniversary this year. Also Puyallup (Pyew-AL-up, I think--I still stumble over it). And it was awhile before I realized that the Lake shell-ANN I heard people talking about was the same as the Lake Chelan I saw written out--for some reason I thought that was CHAY-lun.
Needless to say, my boss is still in her meeting, and I'm about to die of hunger.
Steilacoom tends to give non-natives trouble. No idea if Hoquium or Quilcene do.