Jill

I am highly entertained and down-right fascinated by this:


I think I have to watch it a couple more times just to stop the shock of it all...

Monday was my first class. It is Facilities Planning and Material Handling. I am the only white girl in the class. :) There are two white boys and then there are 2 girls from India, one girl from Nepal, a man from Nepal, a man from Eritrea, and then 5 or six men from India. Decidedly different from the CSCI classes that were filled mostly with Bangladeshis and Japanese.

I'm excited about the class. It'll be tough, though, as there will be two big projects for the semester and I still have my other class that starts tomorrow. My mom and dad think I should ask my employer to reimburse me for this first class because we will be covering 5S and LEAN Manufacturing - which is what our company is trying to start up right now.

Last night I drove down to Minnetonka to have dinner with my mom. She and a couple co-workers flew up from Tampa to help a project up here for a couple of days. We talked for 3 hours straight and I think the waitress was a little frustrated with our slow eating. One of her co-workers is from Puerto Rico originally and she said that as soon as she walked into the hotel room here, she turned the thermostat up to 78 and debated turning it up more. heh.

Our company's winter party was on Saturday. The theme was "prom" and so Tim and I dressed up! We had a really good time. I won a $10 Target gift card for being the best dressed female.
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I'm so ready for the trip to Italy....

funny thing...

So "definite" is one of those words that I always have to double check if I spelled it right.

A website I frequently use to check these things is Merriam-Webster Online.

The title of the second tab in my browser right now is: "Definition of definite".

Sorry, but that just makes me giggle.

from bbcaddict
A devil food is turning our kids into homosexuals

I'd better warn my husband as I put soy milk on my cereal in the morning...

It's amazing how you can get distracted on the internet and wind up finding out where "bringing home the bacon" originated from: The Dunmow Flitch Trials.

The Dunmow Flitch Trials exist to award a flitch (side) of bacon to married couples (who may come from anywhere in the world) if they can satisfy the Judge and Jury of 6 maidens and 6 bachelors that in ' twelvemonth and a day' they have 'not wisht themselves unmarried again'.

The Flitch Oath:

YOU DO SWEAR BY CUSTOM OF CONFESSION
THAT YOU NE'ER MADE NUPTUAL TRANSGRESSION
NOR SINCE YOU WERE MARRIED MAN AND WIFE
BY HOUSEHOLD BRAWLS OR CONTENTIOUS STRIFE
OR OTHERWISE IN BED OR AT BOARD
OFFENDED EACH OTHER IN DEED OR IN WORD
OR IN A TWELVE MONTHS TIME AND A DAY
REPENTED NOT IN THOUGHT IN ANY WAY
OR SINCE THE CHURCH CLERK SAID AMEN
WISH'T YOURSELVES UNMARRIED AGAIN
BUT CONTINUE TRUE AND DESIRE
AS WHEN YOU JOINED HANDS IN HOLY QUIRE.

Two particularly amusing parts are on the Successful Claimants page

Successful Claimants:

4 August 1890 - Mr & Mrs John Hoy (this flitch was not awarded by The Jury but was given by a visitor to stop these unsuccessful claimants complaining.) - Tottenham, London

And a small note at the bottom of the page:

You will note that sometimes only the names of husbands are recorded as being worthy of the Flitch. It has been suggested that this was because the bacon was a reward for the patience of enduring husbands. I shall refrain from comment. (Author - a wife ).

I'm not quite sure if we'd be able to "bring home the bacon" as we are both feisty and strong opinioned. Perhaps when we're much much older and calmed a bit? *shrug* Half the fun of being married to each other is trying to get a rise out of the other. :)

Court says 25,500 euros is too much to fondle bosom

Maybe she just has really great, er, bosoms. Or, maybe he's really gross and anyone would charge at least that much for him to touch your, um, bosoms.

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Ganked from timecrash

You watch it and you think, "What the...?" And then it just gets better and better as you keep watching.

And then they start dancing at the end.

I think my favorite part is the beat box scene at the bar.

Justice Denied -- an interesting read about Washington State's current Marriage debate.

I spent the weekend with the Minnesota equivalent to the Kennedys. Our governor's niece and nephew actually. Niece is a thirty-something married mother of three and spent most of the weekend flirting with the brothers we were with, hitting on her brother's friend "Cubis" and then, just before we packed up the tailgating party, showed another man her boobs after she explained how she feloniously (!) crawled out the back window of a cop car while she was a sophomore in college.

Just before she discussed her illegal activities, her brother proceeded to chant his favorite saying of the weekend -- Hooryayyyyy beer -- and barfed ten times in a circle around the vehicles in the parking lot. Then he Hulk Hoganed his t-shirt, tossed around a lawn chair he had broken the day before, and proudly gave tours of his barf puddles to anyone interested.

But don't mention any of those damn liberals around them.

Did I mention her husband calls her the "Kaiser"?

It's fricken hot out in Kansas City. Especially when you decide to bake yourself in the parking lot. The Twins won both Friday's and Saturday's games. I found the city itself very unsettling, however. The poverty makes North Minneapolis look like Mr. Roger's Neighborhood. There's this elite "Country Club Plaza" area downtown that had Armani and Coach stores and the like and is touted for being modelled after Seville, Spain. I missed the turn and two blocks north of it is a grungy liquor store. All along the freeway there are crumbling houses and neighborhoods. A block away from the Jazz Museum and Negro League Baseball Museum is absolute poverty.

The thing that confused me the most was the lack of beautiful public spaces. There are some beautiful parks around the Blue River on Cleaver II Blvd but no parking lots. Beatiful fountains and concrete embankments, but no parking lots for anyone to park at and enjoy the park itself. If I lived in that city and it was that freaking hot on a weekend, I would have loved to be in that park along the river, watching the geese and the fountains and enjoying it all. But I wouldn't have been able to because there was no place to park. Who thought that genius idea up?

The weekend was a lot of fun, however. Grilling and drinking and dancing in the parking lot at Kauffman Stadium. Friday is Fireworks Night, so even though the Royals lost, the fireworks rivalled St. Cloud's Sesquicentennial celebration. I tried the "World Famous" Arthur Bryant's BBQ (just a few blocks from the Jazz and Negro Leagues museums). It was pretty good. I met Mudcat Grant who is an amazing story-teller and helped me feel better as a white person from Minnesota. (We apparently treated black baseball players like humans, which was a novelty back in the day.)

We saw a covered bridge in Madison County, Iowa. You can't drive through it anymore. We stopped at the gas station next to it for a pee break and ran into the scariest backwater inbreds I've ever seen. That 10-ish year old boy just did not look right. His older sister walked in and she didn't either. His mom had a fly land and sit on her back for a few minutes. I think it rode on her out the door, too. *shudder*

Gonna go snuggle with the man now and maybe pet me a furry kitty cat. She was so happy to see us come home tonight she was squeal-purring.

Arrived home absolutely exhausted after our adventures yestrday.

I must say I thoroughly enjoy intelligent conversation. Of which much was had at the Monkey House of viksin and princeaeneas. :)

Found a neat photo that made me giggle:


from la_guinevere's trip to Perth, Australia.

This is a pic of seagull feet on an umbrella!

heehee