Timelies!

All of the grilled cheese talk prompted me to buy bread, cheese and a frying pan this weekend.

Yesterday I failed the "remove the paper between the slices before you make the sandwich" test. Tonight's was more successful.

I'm not entirely happy with my cheese choice though. It is supposed to be sharp chedder but i isn't sharp or cheddery enough for me.

megan! Welcome back!

Why don’t I travel everywhere by gothed-out hot air balloon? Why am I not accompanied by a perpetual Danny Elfman-penned soundtrack? Why am I not greeted everywhere I go by women in fanciful costumes twirling fiery…thingies…to say nothing of being greeted with open arms by Winona Ryder?

I ask myself these questions ALL THE TIME. Well, not the one about Winona Ryder.

Give it time, Jilli darling, give it time.

Welcome back, Megan! I can't wait to see pictures. (Hint hint.)

I just spent an hour reviewing grammar and mechanics with a ninth grader. We started out just talking about comma splice errors and semicolon use, but through the course of the discussion, we worked our way backwards until I was redefining subject/predicate and parts of speech. This is the problem with grammar. You start picking at the little frayed end, and the whole damn sweater unravels. Then you realize that you don't remember how to knit.

Ooh, nice to hear about the signs, megan! Here's hoping that it's a significant indicator of how the election will go.

There's a klezmer band playing on the street, right outside my building.

Are tiger trainers always that hot?

In Utah we saw tons of Obama signs.

I live in the reddest area of the reddest state, and there are a few McCain/Palin signs and bumper stickers. But there are also Obama signs and bumper stickers, and for the first time in my memory, the Utah Republican Committee is running radio ads touting how wonderful it is to be a Republican. Not for a candidate, just for the Republican party. Apparently inroads from "that party" are occurring in various races, and the Powers that Be are feeling a tad twitchy.

Are tiger trainers always that hot?

Siegfried and Roy are tiger trainers. Are they hot?

I think at one time they were kinda attractive. Long time ago.

I think we need a spa weekend. We can write it off.

yes, please.

I'm surrounded by poopie-heads at work. It's sad to think they are teaching the next generation.

Why don’t I travel everywhere by gothed-out hot air balloon? Why am I not accompanied by a perpetual Danny Elfman-penned soundtrack? Why am I not greeted everywhere I go by women in fanciful costumes twirling fiery…thingies…to say nothing of being greeted with open arms by Winona Ryder?

I ask myself these questions ALL THE TIME. Well, not the one about Winona Ryder.

In this, Jilli is me.