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Thursday, April 12, 2007
three things
Thing I don't understand: Knitted food. I mean, more power to you and no offense intended if you're into that sort of thing, but for me personally, well, I'd rather make real food. Which I can then eat. It just seems like forty years from now, the grandchildren of this generation's knitters will be going through their grandmothers' attics, find knitted bagels with lox, and laugh uproariously. (note: LT says it would be nice for a centerpiece, instead of just using fake fruit. Not that you'll see a centerpiece any more complicated than a Styrofoam cup of wildflowers at OUR house -- in fact, I'm having a hard time figuring out where he has ever seen a fake fruit centerpiece -- but I digress. And I stand by my attic statement, regardless of LT's opinion.)
Thing that annoyed me: T went to a going-away party last night for one of his coworkers. It was held one of the two swanky restaurants in town, all California cuisine, and balsamic vinegar and olive oil for your bread instead of butter, and $15 for the very absolute cheapest thing on the rather limited menu, and such things. We ate there once a few years ago when it was new, and pretty much made a solemn compact never to return. Roped into violating this compact, T ordered the aforementioned least-expensive item on the menu and drank water. Which ended up being a complete waste because the other people ordered filet mignon and wine and who knows what all else and then dumped everything into one check and divided it up. So T ended up paying $42 for his $15 item. Oh well, it's only money. It's not like there's a shortage of that or anything.
Thing that made me laugh uproariously and yet also as subtly as possible: C's latest poem. I'm pretty sure she would short-sheet my bed if she knew I was sharing this with all of you, and I may delete this bit later once my regular readers have had their opportunity to enjoy it, but I just can't resist. This is what comes of C riding home in the car whilst thinking about recent history lessons on the French and Indian Wars, I guess.
Seat Belts (And the Indian)
by C
If you were in a car
and in that car you were driving far
If you did not wear seat belts and you stopped suddenly
out you would fly
the world flying by
An Indian comes out of a cave
And says I'll scalp you to the grave
(A) You just play and have fun
(B) You run
Answer (B), you run and yell
that Indian will surely go to Hell
Seat belts are important
Especially for infants.
This public service announcement brough to you by the "Wear a Seatbelt Or Get Scalped" ad campaign. No Indians were harmed during the production of this poem.
Comments
Knitted food? What the heck? I am not even sure it would make a good centerpiece -- I can see a knitted Oreo getting all dusty and gross-looking. That said, I would totally put a chicken-drumstick hat on J if I could knit one for him. Alas, I can only crochet, and not well.
I HATE when they divide the bill like that. I would've been in the exact same position as T. What really chaps my butt is when you have to pay for someone else's alcohol when you are not drinking yourself.
Great poem. I'm not sure how all the Indians and seatbelts go together but then I am not so much into poetry. :)
Speaking of seatbelts, there was an ad on the radio -- in Nebraska, a child needs to be in some sort of child seat (booster or otherwise) until AGE 8 or until they are 4'9". I was thinking about how happy C was when she got to ride in the front seat and how that's not legal here. I am amazed that the law is stricter in NE than CA.
Posted by: mary at April 12, 2007 12:09 PM
In CA the law is booster-and-backseat until age 7. They don't encourage you to put children in the front seat until they're twelve, which is why it's a rare treat for C (also, her brother gets the front seat by default, when it's just the three of us in the car, because his legs are longer). But last I knew it wasn't illegal. LT isn't 12 yet but he's the size of a smallish adult (5'3", 110 lb), so I don't worry about having him in the front seat.
I think C's poem is part of that new-fangled "Seven-Year-Olds Who Can Write Rhymes" poetry movement. It doesn't much matter what you put together as long as the ends (mostly) match up. Sometimes the things (car accidents and 18th-century Indians??) that come out of her head amaze me. Usually they make me laugh. A lot. Which is tricky, because that's not generally what she intends, and I have to be quiet about it.
Posted by: Rachel at April 12, 2007 12:16 PM
LOVE the poem :-D It's gorgeous.
Splitting the bill annoys me so much! Sure, if everybody has almost the same thing so we're talking a difference of about $5 then I'm fine with it, but I'd only *ever* suggest that when together with close friends, never in a more formal setting.
I'm reminded of the Friends episode where this exact thing pops up. I'd think most people had more tact than that.
Posted by: Maria at April 12, 2007 11:07 PM
In that case I HOPE LT doesn't need a carseat! Because I'd need one too, and that's difficult when you're the one driving.
Posted by: dichroic at April 13, 2007 12:44 AM
Oh yeah - and so I take it you haven't seen th eknitted uterus pattern in knitty.com.
Posted by: dichroic at April 13, 2007 12:46 AM
Knitted food-- I can guarantee I won't be making any, since I can't even knit, nor do I have a "real" attic, but if I could and did, I'd be tempted to make a small assortment of knitted foods for that very reason-- because it's so odd. The thought of future generations laughing at it forty years from now just makes me smile. :o)
The split bill-- How annoying! You'd think people would see how unfair that is. How much more trouble is it to get separate bills?!
That poem is great! Seriously, it's at least as good as (and makes more sense than) most of the stuff I've seen on Saturday Night Live, when I've happened to be up that late with nothing better to do than channel-surfing. ;o)
Posted by: Michael at April 13, 2007 02:56 AM
Oh that is flippin' hilarious! I love her! hahahahahahaha! I cannot stop laughing. And there is her cute little face -----> as an added bonus. I emailed it to myself in case you delete it.
Okay, and I am super annoyed for you that T had to pay full price for dinner. That is just WRONG! It reminds me of this episode of Friends...but you wouldn't get it unless you used to watch it which you probably didn't (do you even watch TV? I forget but I don't think so), so I'll spare you. But still, that is capital L LAME.
Posted by: Denise at April 13, 2007 09:56 PM
Oh and I just read the poem again, for like the fourth time, because laughing is fun, and I noticed you wrote that you laughed "as subtlely as possible", and I wondered if Anne of Green Gables has anything to do with that? I'm a big AOGG fan, and I always remember how in the later books the author made a big fuss about how Anne never laughed at her kids...and how much her kids appreciated that and trusted her for it. Anyway. That's what I think of when my kids do something adorably hilarious.
Posted by: Denise at April 13, 2007 10:00 PM
Okay so I know this is my third comment in a row, but I also know you're a stickler for spelling and are probably thinking "oh no I didn't spell subtly with an E", so I just wanted to clarify that was my bad. :)
Posted by: Denise AGAIN at April 13, 2007 10:03 PM
The bill thing is totally RUDE. The only way that's okay is if everyone's bill is about the same and the restaurant has a policy against split checks. Otherwise, LAME. Poor T; I wish he'd gotten the steak, at least.
Posted by: Kristen at April 26, 2007 06:54 PM