Saturday, August 27, 2011

trends i don't understand

This week I spoke with a very pleasant young woman. She was pretty, elegantly dressed, bespeckled, quite bright, articulate and yet there was something off. Half way through I figured it out. Her glasses didn't have any lenses.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

College ?!?

College orientation has been completed! The kid has registered for her first college classes - they start next week.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Hard to find a good egg

I think a few years back (HOLY COW! We just passed our 3 year anniversary here!) anyway... a few years ago I think I wrote about the kid's disgust with finding feathers stuck to the store bought eggs. I say I think I wrote it because I really think I did, I know I meant to at least, but I'm not going to take the time to confirm it by sorting through all my past posts as they're mostly missing any sort of label...

So - eggs. They come with feathers here. It's a little unsettling when you come from a culture where eggs come with a shell and maybe an expiration date stamp but definitely nothing more than that - they're always really, really clean without a trace of their farmyard origins. However, we've adapted and finding a fistful of feathers in a carton of eggs is really no big deal anymore. Maybe I should start saving them to stuff a pillow - it would take a while but with the frequency with which we find them I bet we could collect enough.

Back to the point. She doesn't even notice the odd feather or two any more and neither do I. However,yesterday she was in the kitchen making herself breakfast (yes, she was in the kitchen! cooking! for herself and without having been directed to do so!) and she grabbed the carton of eggs. I wasn't paying much attention to her actions until I heard a big groan of disgust and then I asked what was wrong. She said, "This egg!" as she placed the offensive egg back in the box and headed towards the sink. "This egg is covered in bird poop!"