get off my lawn!

I love a good egg salad with mustard on toasted rye. I realized when I ordered this at the deli for lunch that I sound like a crazy, old man, “I want my egg salad on toast! Rye toast! Don’t try to slip any of that frenchy yellow mustard on it, either.” (hitching up my suspenders.)

I have one more written test for class tomorrow and then I’m off for about a week-and-half before the next quarter. The big timeline says only one more quarter before I get my early summer vacation up in Stowe, and that can’t come soon enough.

I, for no good reason, started a debate on Facebook (what am I? 14?) about the healthcare bill with some friends – mostly from my military days. Being that the military is more conservative than a lot of areas – though my field was less so – it’s like debating any other crazies. I get it; I understand that probably half the population didn’t want this bill (or didn’t think they wanted it), but elections do mean something, voting means something, and a majority means something. Honest debate was, and is, very hard to come by and I’ve made loads of efforts to read and follow some of their talking points but they aren’t talking points – they’re yelling points. They aren’t true, they come from nowhere, and they mean nothing. There’s little compromise when half the players refuse to listen or move. So be it. I’m ready to move along to the next issue without them. I will say this, and it’s based on what I said a few weeks ago, by the time the elections come up in November we will end up with more Democrats in Congress than we have now. This has been a fatal move by the Republicans, they just don’t see it yet.

I have the Caps v. Pens at Verizon tonight so along with my decompressing from the Sunday vote and worries put forth about socialism, and whatnot, I get a great rivalry.

More later

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queen of sandwich

My darling had a little adventure while walking to the Metro yesterday with her sister. She then spent Tuesday night in the hospital haranguing any variety of medical professionals and being tested for everything under the sun, and eventually strong-arming them into releasing her posthaste in the morning. She is fine - she went to school mere hours after discharge. I was very worried when I finally got word from WonderTwin #2 while working the polls yesterday. (The “finally” applies to me not answering my calls while at the polling place not as a reflection of Kt’s considerate behavior in calling…she was wonderful.) Anyway, no need to get into too much detail about the fainting spell, but it is enlightening, funny, and it makes everything seem a little less worrisome when we take at good, long look at testimony put forth concerning the breakfast sandwich, known as the “sandwich” for the remainder of the entry, that was witness to the event.

Kt had made sandwiches for the WTwins to nosh while walking to the Metro – a job often, but not always, fulfilled by yours truly. As X felt the light-headedness coming on whilst walking, talking, and eating, she decided the best thing to do, not the first thing but the best thing (the first being to start kneeling down), was to hand her sandwich to #2 for safekeeping. Based on what I’ve been able to jigsaw together she said something like “I think I might faint…hold my sandwich.” Two areas require consideration: Twin #1’s mindset and Twin #2’s mindset. What X really wanted was to ensure her sandwich’s safety because she was damn well going to want that sandwich when the situation, fainting, and lying about the pavement was resolved. She didn’t hand Kt the sandwich so she could simply throw it away – for shame. What Kt was thinking was that the sandwich could be thrown to the side of the road as her sister fainted to the pavement – I know what you're thinking and how amazed you are.... a sandwich/faint comparison and importance equation – but in that is how you come to understand the Twins. As things sorted and the EMTs loaded her into the wagon, and after Kt had given loving and superior assistance to her sister, she was immediately accosted by the most obvious statement from the newly revived: Where the hell is my sandwich? I’m hungry.

And there it is.

P.S. All laughter about only the sandwich situation is allowed and approved by sandwich fainter.