Never Get Involved in a Land War in Asia

And the lesser known truth, never pack for a trip more than 24 hours ahead of time.

I have packed and repacked my bag no less than sixty two times and in the process accomplished a whole lot of nothing. I still am not quite sure whether or not I have ended up with the winning combination of clothing/swimsuits, but we'll see.

In the mean time let's just close our eyes and think of beaches.

Things I Have Not Done, Part 1

I am leaving for Naomi's Three-0 in the Ric-Oin roughly a week. And as far as planning goes, I am not just a little bit behind.

By this point, I usually have bags strewn about the room and piles of clothes to go inside each one. Nice clothes, play clothes....and a separate bag to put dirty underoo's in.

I don't have a swimsuit.

I haven't tabbed my Lonely Planet Guide.

I haven't gotten my replacement credit card (my old one was 'compromised').

I haven't double checked with our hotel.

And I certainly haven't lost that twenty pounds that I had planned on.

I realize in the grand scheme of things this is not something to whine about, but it's kind of stressing me out.

Flattery will get you Everywhere

My greeting after being gone from work for a few days,

"Ms King do you know Ms ______? You should get her to be our sub from now on. She's, you know, kind of big too."

There were some gestures involved in his description. It was quite nice.

Untolerable Working Conditions.

Let me give you the nooner wrap-up. It's not as dirty, or fun as it sounds.


I got to my classroom, after a particularly nasty 6:45 am dept meeting, to find that there were no more Diet Coke's in my mini-fridge. At the beginning of the day, I didn't think it would be a big deal. It's a short day. Certainly I can make it to lunch, grab a diet Coke from the machine, no big deal. (Even though I am morally and ethically opposed to drinking from plastic, but that's a whole other Oprah.) I reminisced about the days of yore....when I planned and prepared for the long cold winters. I longed for the days when I didn't work in BFE, but that got me nowhere.



At lunch, I went to the lounge for the nectar of sweet relief, and the maniacal machine blinked that empty red light back at me.




I judge this man no more.

Worse Things

Multiple updates coming soon....but just to recap....I am in Vegas, on Valentine's Day weekend, at a single's conference...and I just saw this.

The irony is not lost on me.

We'll talk about it later.

I guess it's funny to be a stoned 8 year old on the way home from the dentist...but this? This just makes me uncomfortable to watch.
But I love that Dave it all over Joaquin. He does not miss a beat. And did you notice, Letterman agrees with me and the gum chewing. It's annoying.

Where are Joaquin's friends? How have they not had a sit down with him? He's just making me sad, now. I'm hoping it is a Kaufman-esque hoax. Please...I'd be sad to really see Joaquin go this way.

Is This Real Life

Ohhh big thank you to Sara for posting this on her blog, so I could steal it for mine. But have you seen this kid? He, might be the funniest stoned kid in the whole world.

I secretly think this is a big reason why some people have kids...so they can record them doing funny things and put it on the internet.

Good luck little buddy, it is real life. It sure it.