Friday, January 28, 2011

man-boy don't need instructions, take 2

it seems i have blogged here before. hmmmm


Tuesday night driving C-14 to piano she tells me a NEW story about boys and men and instructions...i have to share.

C-14 is now a TA for the Phys Ed teacher at her school.
She takes dance so this experience with the Physical Education teacher that G-16 absolutely adored...abhorred...uh, which was it?
Sorry ...cant remember, but you can probably guess.

Anyhow she is TAing for her and having random experiences.

There is another boy who also TA with her. Her assignments are anything from carrying a pencil around and taking notes of things, to carrying a pencil so when said teacher gets to said destination she can sign something.

Random,
anyhow...


Tuesday she was assigned to put together a desk chair. One of those fancy desk chairs with a levy to pull and move up and down...and a twisty function.

Moving on...there were TWO of these chairs,
and conveniently TWO TA's.


Of course as it is with boys and girls I smell a competition.

C-14 says something like,
"bet i can finish my chair first"
to which boy TA responds,
"i can do mine without instructions...." !


Familiar....man-boy don't need instructions.

So they each proceed to make their chairs.
C-14 reading the instructions.
Man-boy NOT.


They finish at the same time. WALAAAA!

C-14 says something to the effect of
'okay...but whose actually works.' [loosely quoted.]

Boy sits in her chair....pulls the lever...wheeeee ...it goes UP and DOWN. ...it SPINS, it TWISTS...it TWIRLS.
HIGH FIVE CECE!!!


C-14 sits in MAN-BOY TA don't NEED inSTruCtiOns chair.
K PLUNK.

the back falls off
i think we can forget the up and down feature
and "what twisty function?"

"KAPOW! Can you say INSTRUCTIONS?!!!"

Thursday, January 27, 2011

how to brush up on your driving


i am always looking for a good "how to"

This one is brought to you
by three BACKSEAT drivers
currently taking DRIVERS ED
at the local high school.

Me driving....
Them....talking

Me taking a left turn, briskly... because I want to turn before the oncoming car...who has time for signals.

Them....previously oblivious to my existence
other than the convenience of chauffeuring
them two block from
said local high school
front and center
to our refrigerator.



Quote: [all talking at the same time] that was illegal, you didn't use a turn signal, you are suppose to use a turn signal xxxxx distance from the turn and xxxxx seconds before you turn, which signal lets other motorists know of your intentions to turn, you can get in a lot of trouble for that, and you turned when the oncoming car was not of a safe distance. and by the way you didn't signal at the last turn either and you didn't stop for the right amount of time. if there was a police person you would be in time out for that. you can lose your license and have to take drivers school. don't you know the rules?


Me...nose rubbed sufficiently in my mistake.
[happy
they are paying attention....maybe
they will be a few of
the "safe" drivers
soon to be practicing
on a road near you.]

on marriage

'Will you, um, marry me?' I haven't seen you in weeks! You don't look happy or excited about the prospect of our marriage! You're asking me to give up my - my freedom, my joie de vivre for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds? And why should I marry you anyway? I mean, why do you wanna marry me? Besides some bourgeois desire to fulfill an ideal that society embeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda?