You know the proper (original) version of that isn't about ears, right?

I was a Girl Guide. My first version was about ears. Then I was a proper teenager, and it no longer was.

I hit up Youtube for Islands In The Stream, but had to interrupt it to send my sister this link because she didn't understand the #1 entry on this list. Now she still doesn't, because it will take at least another email to explain it, plus maybe wikipedia.

But at least the song from the Dove commercial's gone.

Noah gets sesame street and yo gabba gabba. So our songs are about parties in your tummy (so yummy! so yummy!) not the dino ones. For now. I'm scared to say that as it might disturb the universe.

I should be grading my honor's classes papers and yet, FEH. They need more support than my AP class but they aren't in my corral of 70 kids I care about this year.

I tried to remember the A-Team theme

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ALSO, love these commercials: [link] especially the randomness that is the gorilla and phil collins.

Mac is also a Dinosaur Train fan.

if I could wish for one more dish, my greatest wish would be MORE FISH.

Don't know how long I'm going to be able to use that trick.

Not long. You could, however, put vegetables into a brain gelatin mold. [link]

This is not even close to right: [link]

Isaac watched a couple episodes of Dinosaur Train. I thought it would stick what with the trains and the dinosaurs and all, but no.

Dude, DH just turned the tv to some random gymnastics, and there's an athlete on named Flavius Koczi. What a name!

Why would you want a coccyx in your mouth? Eww.

They're replacing the doors in my apartment building. Horrible, horrible. Normal front doors are gone, replaced by doors that are mostly opaque glass. Which means there's more light leaking into the apartment. Which--I want to control. I keep my drapes drawn for a reason. And at night I definitely want it dark in there, but there's a light right outside my door (as there should be).

Also, they haven't given me my new keys yet. Luckily I can lock it behind me on my way out, but that's severely dumb.

Usain Bolt continues. But he's not running this time--he's playing charity cricket. Hit a six and bowled out the Windies team captain in a real good showing. Apparently cricket was one of his sports, but his cricket coach saw how fast he was running and handed him off to sprinting instead. Wise choice, stepping back and giving him to another sport. Still, he got to bowl out one of his heroes. I was just reading he got some guff for not focussing on the 400m. Oh, well. Look how shoddily that turned out for him. His wikipedia entry is very interesting.

Usain messes with the established sports narratives. The passion play of it. There's a moral imperative on striving continuously and pushing yourself, and the fact that he is fleet and winning and setting records minus that striving element flummoxes and upsets the sports writers and the sports narrative.

Which is not to say he doesn't try or practice until his muscles quake. I'm certain he does. But his approach or attitude is not congruent with expectations. Winning with joy and pleasure are not the Puritan values. It must be with blood, sweat and tears.