Superbowl 2024
Nobody I know could afford to pay me to go to a football game, but I certainly don’t mind if YOU go. I don’t even mind if you like football, or even love it. Just because I hate it doesn’t mean you aren’t allowed to enjoy it. (Apply this to most of life.) I can’t help but wonder why certain types of people are so upset that a young singer goes to football games to watch her boyfriend play, though. Young women do that at every game. In high school, even I used to do that, freezing to death and hating every moment, but hey. Boyfriend on the team. If a young singer enjoys watching her boyfriend play football, I think that’s pretty nice. You go, young singer and football boy. All your haters are stupid, jealous, whiny bigots.
Chili, Anyone?
Last week, I made a huge pot of chili for my husband (I don’t like chili) and he happily ate it almost every night. Tonight, I asked him what he’d like for supper and he wondered if any chili was left. So I made another huge pot of chili and the thought of eating it almost every night for another week made him quite happy. I don’t think this is weird at all, as I could eat the same thing every night if it came from Grecco’s or Steak ‘n Shake. Creatures of habit much, do you think? Yes, we live thrilling lives. But he says it’s really good chili. It’s also full of tomatoes, onions, and peppers, so I count it as a salad. And beans, red and black beans, so protein. Onions and tomatoes have vitamin C, so he won’t get scurvy. A little ground beef, so more protein. All in all, a good healthy meal. For him. Not for me. I hate chili.
Seriously, Administrators?
“Since they all have internet access at home. . . .” Assumptions, administration. Some of mine didn’t have running water at home. Some of mine didn’t have coats, or socks, or shoes that weren’t held together with duct tape and string. Some of mine didn’t have food in the cabinets or fridge. I’ve had students who lived in homes with a dirt floor. No means of bathing. Parents strung out on booze, drugs, or general laziness. Internet access? Come down off your ivory towers, administrative rule-makers. Not everybody is you.
