Sorry to quote Brittney . . . but it fit. I got another bouquet. This one fell in front of the row of chairs I was standing behind. I let it fall and then someone picked it up and handed it to me. I'm pretty sure the bride was aiming for me. I was the oldest person in the crowd, so it was a pity toss. Good thing I'm catching all these bouquets though. I'm getting married Hockey Day. Everything's already planned . . . down to the hockey stick arch and bridesmaids kilts. I've also been praying for the past year that it doesn't rain.
Speaking of kilts, I heard on NPR that a postal worker in Washington was lobbying the USPS convention to add "unbifurcated male garments" to the USPS list of standard uniform garments (his motion was defeated and now he's lobbying postal workers across the US for support). That got me to thinking about what kind of man would wear unbifurcated garments. On the one hand, there's Boy George. On the other there's William Wallace, who beat back the British army in a skirt, but look where that got him. Still, he was manly enough to pull off the skirt (figuratively). At any rate, I think I could go for a man who wasn't afraid to wear a skirt. Especially if he has nice legs.
Speaking of NPR, I also heard about a 74-year-old Chinese man who, when he heard in 2001 that Beijing (pronounced Bey-jing [hard J], not Bay-jzhing) had won the bid for the Olympics, started teaching himself English. He's been working on hand-made maps of all the venues to hand out to tourists and planned to just stand out on the street to help people. I teared up a little.
Speaking of pronunciation, I think it's great that Al Roker wants to teach America how to say thank you or GO! or umbrella in Chinese, but he could at least consult a Chinese person for the correct pronunciation before he does so. Better yet, he could get a Chinese person on TV to say the words. He's really butchering the language, people. I admit, it is a complicated language, with all the tones and such. But anything worth learning is worth learning right.
Speaking of learning, the freshmen moved in today. We'll see soon how that pans out.
Still planning on the Kansas post . . . doesn't seem worth it now. But I know you all want to know how my dad busted out of the clink on Boot Hill and drank sarsaparilla at the Longbranch Saloon with Matt Dillon and Ms. Kitty while wearing his blue jumpsuit. And I've also got a good story about going to see a man about a horse.
5 comments:
So many things to comment on, but so little time...! Enjoyed the read. I'll catch you "in person" soon! (I'm so glad I can do that now!)
I'm with you on Al Roker. And men in skirts. And on wanting to hear about your dad in Kansas.
what about when Al taught us all how to ask to be in a picture with someone. or when he taught us how to ask "can I be in a picture with your eight gold medals?"
that al. he's helpful.
Do you want me to just send you the bouquet from my wedding? The one single girl there doesn't want it!
send them all in! i'm starting a collection.
i so know what you mean about al...i was so embarassed for him! i mean, what in the world did the chinese people behind him think?? and when all of the others started repeating what al said...oh my...i know it's a hard language, but if you are going to try and say it, say it right!!! :) okay, i will finish now.
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