My son was late to school today because of margarine. Yep, the nasty substance that's one molecule different from plastic, caused it.
How? You wonder, I'm sure. Simple. In I-285, the 4-8 lane interstate that encircles Atlant like a great redneck racetrack, was the scene this morning of a terrible accident. The car hit a semi carrying tubs of margarine. The truck's load was dumped all over the interstate and margarine was everywhere, wreaking havoc.You can see the whole story here. As the news folks said, margarine is basically just oil, and so it turned the crash site into a huge grease fire.
Traffic was block both ways for hours. I took Alesia to school this morning and got caught in it coming back. I didn't get home in time to make Michael's breakfast. So his whole morning routine was thrown off and he was nearly late to school.
It was chilling to watch the news video and see the driver of the car that hit the truck was 19 years old. He was driving the wrong way down the interstate. It was 12:30 at night. I said a prayer for his family.
This proves that margarine is better than butter, and 19 year olds shouldn't be allowed to drive on the interstate.
Michael had a strange day yesterday, as he witnessed two girls fighting in one of his classes. The teacher had left the room. Michael wasn't involved in any way in the fight. He said some of the kids around the girls were egging them on, though, and they got in trouble. Michael goes to a middle school considered the best public middle school in the country. Yet, he doesn't like to go into the boys' bathroom due to all the fights, and there are police all over the school. It's a frustrating situation for him and me. I wish I could afford to send him to private school.
I had a disappointing day yesterday. I got word I didn't get the job I had interviewed for on Sunday. The only positive was that I did get a call from a recruiter about another job. I've gotten several calls from recruiters lately. Let's home one of those jobs comes through.
(I think I probably lost out on that job because I said I don't like football. Or maybe it was because I asked him if he had a cold beer handy. Hey, it was Sunday!?)
Just kidding.
Alesia complained to me yesterday after school that she was tired of guys constantly telling her "Why are all Russian girls so hot?" I told her the perfect answer would be to smile and say "Actually, I'm butt ugly but I wear a LOT of makeup!" but she doesn't want to be that caustic. She says she has just answered "Well, not ALL Russian girls are hot." I think she needs a better comeback. I am stumped as to how to help her. Any ideas? Here are some of the suggestions I got from a Facebook posting:
- On behalf of 78 million Russian women, thank you. (don't deflect. just accept and move on).
- "Because we wear warm coats?"
- "It's from our diet of cabbage rolls."
- Eyerolling is the most effective response to second-rate pickup line. (I told Alesia any guy using that lame line is an idiot and she should avoid him.)
- Say, "I am not from Russia, I am from Italy. Confuse them."
Here are some more things I am trying to distract myself with this morning, as I battle a horrible sinus headache:
- I have some rather unorthodox beliefs but I do not believe in witches. If you are a witch, no offense. I believe in your right to do whatever you want, as long as you don't harm animals or people, but I don't believe in your powers. However, that may just be because I am not Romanian. In Romania, apparently, witches are taken very seriously. The government has intervened, even. Politicians plus witchcraft? There's a winning combination.
- I find US Presidents really intriguing. Therefore I was tickled to see 99 Facts about US Presidents. I never knew Abe Lincoln was a licensed bartender or Grover Cleveland was a hangman. Both seemed to have well prepared them for the presidency. It may sound like a boring link, but trust me, some of the entries are pretty funny.
- I was particularly intrigued by the fact about James Madison. We have a lot in common. Reports say Madison was 5'3 3/4 or 5'4. He was Episcopalian, and he was from Virginia so he was southern. He adopted his wife Dolley's son from her first marriage. I am 5'4, Episcopalian, Southern, and I have an adopted son. So while I have always cursed my lack of height, now I can't blame it for anything any more. Drat.
I wonder if his friends called him J-MAD?!?
I think he was hot. I always tell my kids "It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size in the fight in the dog," or DAWG, I should say...
