This sort of sums up my day today....

Peter: Well, I'm gettin' something really special too. And by special I don't mean special like that Kleinaman boy down the street. More special like... like Special K, the cereal. Hey, what do they do with the regular K? And for that matter, what ever happend to K. Ballard? You know, if you said mallard and you had a cold, it would sound like ballard.

Brian: Do you listen to yourself when you talk?

Peter: I drift in and out.


(Sigh.)

Wondering.....

How many times will I repeat the following phrase, before it actually is done: "Sit right, face forward, feet under the table - use your utensils!".

If I tell you what I mean, write you instructions AND draw you a diagram - at what point is what I say not clear. And will you ever tell me....??

Just curious....what part of "no", actually means "yes"?

Manners. Live them, love them, use them. At what point did manners not become important with EVERYONE - not just strangers.

Why there isn't a license out there for people to use computers. Seriously....

Pahk the Cahr in Bahstan Yahd....

So, I'm watching the making of "The Town", which looks like it's going to be pretty good.

But I have to tell you, if there's one accent people shouldn't attempt - it's a Boston accent. So very few get it right.
Even Ben Affleck who lived here for a while can't quite get it down; he sounds more of a native Bostonian during his interviews than in the film, which is odd.

We don't really sound like those horrible fake accents; we don't speak quite so flatly.
I don't have the accent any more, at least not on a regular basis. But it comes out from time to time - especially if I'm really happy or excited about something.

Because then, you know - I'd be wicked psyched.

"Hang onto your husbands girls...."

(Quote from Nicole Kidman's character in "Practical Magic" as she walked into her hometown's PTA meeting that her sister was sponsoring...cute movie with some great lines.)

So, I interrupt my weekend to post this letter:

Dear Women at the Pool Club today -
I don't want your husbands. Not sure if you noticed, but I'm clearly pushing the envelope on 30's- no spring chicken here; obviously married - did you not see the ring that was gleaming brightly in the sun? I practically blinded myself at times today! A mother of two kids - and was not really dressed in a revealing manner that would have prompted you to continually stare me down all day today. (Code for "I don't own a bikini, I'm in surf shorts and a tank for God's sake!) It was rather awkward at times, seeing as I was alone with no one to talk to when the kids were off doing their own thing, and I couldn't help but notice your glares as I had to look in your direction from time to time.

Yeah, thanks for that. Good times.
Aren't we women supposed to stick together? Ah, well - I guess you didn't get that memo.