Finally caught up, and now I have to rush and can't stay and play. Hugs and love to all.

Most kids call me Miss Laura or Mrs. Holt. My kids refer to all their teachers as Mr. or Ms. Surname, or Coach Surname. My friends kids tend to just call me Laura because their parents do so. My kids call me Mom, or in the case of Brendon sometimes, "That's lame, Mom," or "Moooooommmmm."

Although I'd say Mr Blair or Mr Brown or Mrs Thatcher (well, okay, or Thatcher-Thatcher-Milksnatcher, or That Evil Old Bag), it did strike me as odd too to be saying 'Mr McCain', since one never hears him described thus.

When an honorific is applied to politicians around here, it is their job title that does the trick. So it's not Mr. Obama, it's Senator Obama, as a matter of habit. Also Mayor West, President Hayes is the way to go, even for the fictional ones.

it did strike me as odd too to be saying 'Mr McCain', since one never hears him described thus.

I think we should call him "Maestro". And he can call Palin "My lovely assistant".

When I was tutoring in an elementary school in New Orleans, the kids called me Miss Hillary.

Argh. I'm still at my parents' house. They're getting new siding put on. The workers started this morning, at like 8. Hammering all over the outside of the house. I can't really go anywhere, since I'm currently without a car and my parents are both at work. This is going to drive me crazy very very soon.

he he ... one of my neighbors works nights and sleeps days. One morning she was awakened by a noise outside her window. She staggered out of bed to the window, opened the blinds, and there was a workman. They're repointing the bricks. Needless to say, she was not amused.

From a news article:

Palin said she was looking forward to meeting Biden, adding that she'd "been hearing about his Senate speeches since I was in, like, second grade."

Ummm... Apparently that wasn't long ago, because you're acting like you are still there, Ms Take.

Meanwhile:

You know, reading Fay's post re: her student and the newspaper made me realize how utterly WEIRD it was to think MR. McCain/MR. Obama.

No! No slashing!

Blah. I thought I was doing well this morning. Showed and dressed nice to go to a customer site. Was ready to roll on time with my second school run. When I noticed the water all over my bedroom floor. Bobby used my shower and it wasn't draining well, but the water above his ankles didn't bother him. Except it was apparently above the solid grout line and flooded my closet and bedroom. So I take off my nice blouse and start throwing towels all over and bail water like mad. And I am drenched with sweat. Bobby has now missed the bus and will need a ride to school. I had 2 boxes of clothes that will likely never ever fit me again, sorta of my hope chest; they are soaked and now tossed out on the back patio. And after I finish the bailing and such and twist up my soaked hair I look for my pretty blouse. Yes, the dog has climbed up on the bed and used it as her very own blankee.

Again, I say blah. Is it too early for wine?

But the Cubbies in post season!!

Root for the Cubs. Add to the sense that the apocalypse is at hand.

I feel weird when I'm called Mrs. Pollak, even after sixteen years.

Thats Reason #1 I could never change my name if I got married. It would just. be. too. weird.

Palin said she was looking forward to meeting Biden, adding that she'd "been hearing about his Senate speeches since I was in, like, second grade."

Okay, wow, that's not even clueless, that's just bitchy. SHUT IT, PALIN.

Though I then got curious and checked Wikipedia to see how old Joe Biden actually is, and I can't believe he's only six years younger than McCain. From both men's appearance and demeanor and way of talking and, well, everything, I'd've guessed a much bigger gap.