Sunday Funnies

You're Kind of Creeping Me Out Mom telling young son to hold her hand: I just love you so much I can't let go. Little boy: You don't have to love me that much. --Bethany Beach, Delaware Overheard by: local onlooker via Overheard at the Beach, Aug 17, 2007 I Believe You're Thinking of Your Marriage to Jennifer Guy: So, when did you guys get married? Husband: March. Wife, at same time: May. Husband: Uh-oh. --6 train via Overheard in New York, Aug 17, 2007 We're Holding Your Diploma Hunter student #1: So, are you a senior this year? Hunter student #2: Is senior when your supposed to graduate? Hunter student #1: Yes. Hunter student #2: Okay, then yeah, I'm a senior. --Hunter College Overheard by: Thomas via Overheard in New York, Aug 17, 2007

School is Starting??

Yep. Last Friday was our first day back from an ever-short sumer vacation. I celebrated by spending this week nursing a very treacherous throat infection...I can't believe my little angels will be sitting in front of me 4 days from now. I want to be well!!!

Ten Places I Want to Visit (U.S. version)

Here they are, again in no particular order: 1. Washington, D.C. 2. Chicago 3. Mt. Rushmore 4. Sonoma 5. Williamsburg, Va 6. Miami 7. Niagara Falls 8. Seattle 9. The Colorado Rockies 10. Cape Cod

Sunday Funnies

But Not for Real Thug: Hey, man... You look like you're from California with that hair. Are ya? Guy with long blond hair: Yes, I am. Thug: How you like 'at? I been thinkin' about movin' out to California. Guy with long blond hair: It's great -- people are more real here in New York, though. I used to live in San Francisco, which is a great. Thug: Oh, how far is San Francisco from California? Guy with long blond hair: San Francisco is in California. Thug: Oh, what city is it in? Guy with long blond hair: San Francisco... Okay, this is my stop. --Manhattan-bound F train Overheard by: Dave S via Overheard in New York, Aug 6, 2007 ...And Added Some Strychnine To Her Birth Control Pills Pharmacist: You should probably re-sign your card. Woman: Why? Pharmacist: Well, you signed over the magnetic strip. You're supposed to sign over the white part down here. Woman: Then how would the machine read my signature? That doesn't make any sense. Pharmacist: No, it's a magnetic strip. It reads the information, not the signature. Woman: I don't think you know what you're talking about. That's not how the machines work. You're a pharmacist, not an electrician. Then the pharmacist gave up. --Zitomer, 76th & Madison Overheard by: Helena via Overheard in New York, Jul 13, 2006 You Can't Start Singing That Tune Too Early Conductor: This is West Fourth Street. Transfer is available to the A, C, E, F, and V trains. Four-year-old girl: Mommy, he doesn't sing his ABCs right. Mom: That's because he didn't go to college. --A train via Overheard in New York, Aug 10, 2007 Betsy Looks into the Funhouse Mirror B&T girl #1, about rowdy drunk lady who left car: Oh my god, that woman was on crack. B&T girl #2: I know, right?! B&T girl #1: She was, like, 40 years old and reeking of midlife crisis. --C train via Overheard in New York, Aug 10, 2007

Ten Places I Want to Visit (Non-US)

In no particular order: 1. Buenos Aires, Argentia 2. Sydney, Australia 3. Dakar, Senegal 4. Johannesburg, South Africa 5. Toronto, Canada 6. Dublin, Ireland 7. New Zealand 8. Tokyo, Japan 9. Prague, Czech Republic 10. Moscow, Russia What is your top ten?

Sunday Funnies

Just Hold It Like It's a Dead Raccoon Joking clerk to bitter man holding wife's purse: Nice purse. Man: Thanks. It came free with the relationship and subsequent castration. --Fashion Ave Overheard by: I think it was Dior via Overheard in New York, Jul 10, 2007 10AM Its Melody Is Semisweet Trainer: 'Charismatic.' That's onomatopoeic. Employee: What? Trainer: Onomatopoeic. Like, when I say 'chocolate,' you can hear it. Fenkle Street Newcastle England Overheard by: Kaethe via Overheard in the Office, Jul 23, 2007 Samuel Beckett Was Tanning Nearby, and the Rest Is History Old lady at car: Henry, wait for me! Old man carrying beach chairs half a block ahead of her: Dammit, Agnes, I'm going! I've been waiting for you for 40 years! --Beach near Naples, Florida Overheard by: X via Overheard at the Beach, Jan 18, 2007 Knowledge Just Interferes with the Wonder of It All Chick #1: You can see Venezuela on a clear day from here. Chick #2: Really?! I would love to go to Venezuela -- I hear it's a really nice island. Chick #1: Um... Island as in South America...? Chick #2: It's right off of South America, right? Chick #1: I guess you should have paid attention in geography class. Chick #2: What does math have to do with it? --Aruba Overheard by: Erin from New York via Overheard at the Beach, Jul 2, 2007

About Volunteerism

I'm beginning to think that volunteerism might be overrated. I had grand visions for the upcoming school year. I joined 2 committees (staff development and campus improvement) that hopefully will help me to decide my future Master's degree plans. In addition, I asked if I could help write the District French benchmark exams (last year I helped to rewrite the French curriculum). Normally, when committees are formed, or things need to be done, my name never gets called. Except for my first day on campus, when I was told I was the French Club sponsor (of the non-existent French Club), I have not been asked to do anything else. I thought that it was a slight against my performance in creating French Club, or maybe something else I wasn't aware of. At the end of the year I was talking to my best friend that teaches Spanish if she was in agreement with my assessment. She thinks that it more has to do with they think I do too much already. A quick rundown led to me to concur: French Club and French National Honor Society (created both), attend football games, the one dance required, AP teacher, attend district meetings, and I guess the list goes on. Imagine my surprise when I get an email yesterday congratulating me on being "selected" to participate in the Welcome Back breakfast in front of the faculty and staff. Welcome Back (or whatever it's called) usually involves dancing on stage to some musical number that one of the assistant principals has choreographed. Luckily, I think I can get out of it by telling her I am already writing a Benchmark during practice times (please work, please work)!