just for men?? i think not

needing a break from the norm, i picked up a conditioner bottle that i normally don't use. i popped the top open and took a whiff. mmmmm... mint! yes, i thought, this smells really good! i then proceeded to read the label: CREW Quality Grooming Products for Men: Daily Conditioner for Hair and Scalp. despite gender differences, i used it anyway. i figured, both men and women have the same hair... how could one be specifically designed only for men? maybe just men are supposed to smell like mint. alas, it did the job.

any questions or comments?

i don't know how i feel about commenting on someone's comment.

the ordinary things

direct from the birthday girl:
"i guess i don't like getting presents. i really like the little things you can do on a birthday to make it special. the little things are what's memorable."

just breathe

the mini "windows" in the back of vans make me claustrophobic.

at least i consider myself smart

"hello?"
"hi. is your mom there?"
"no."
"do you know where she is?"
"i don't know."
"when will she be home?"
"i don't know."
"you don't know a lot, do you?"

rude.

you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone

the bathroom sink: a necessity to everyday life.
we've just recently exchanged the old (and when i say "old" i mean 17 years old) faucet for a new shiny silver-with-gold-accents one. these radically different faucet heads make the change all that more difficult. the old one was your standard two knob kind and the new one has just one handle that you pull up and manipulate in a semi-circular fashion until you've got the temperature you want; which rarely happens. i miss the old one, i'm pretty sure the water doesn't taste quite as good as it did.

step up

it's funny how easily you can be cast as a role in somebody else's life.

it's all makebelieve

a window into a night of babysitting:
ashley: "okay, so now we're going to have a race, but you can't be in it beucase you're not a Husky."
alex: "but i want to race! i can race even if i'm not a Husky."
ashley: "no you can't, only Husky's can race, and you're a Labrador."
alex: "then i want to be a Husky."
ashley: "fine, you can be half Husky, half another dog."
alex: "noooo."
ashley: "okay, my maximum is three-quarters Husky, one-quarter another dog."
alex: "but i want to be all Husky!"

i'd like to thank the creators at Walt Disney for producing another timeless, theme-based classic like Eight Below and inspiring arguments such as this.

silence is golden

9:32 am- the bell for second hour rings, Mr. H is still at his desk, not ready to start the lesson plan. the class is uncharacteristically quiet.
a lingering student from the hour before mouths to me "why is it so quiet in here?"
i shrug, "i don't know"
why is silence so bad? does there always need to be constant noise? embrace it.