Because school is making me miserable right now

so how about some humor for your Wednesday evening:

I wish I were a glow worm,

A glow worm's never glum.

'Cause how can you be

grumpy, when the sun shines 

out your bum?

I need this

Just another late-night rant

I hate how sometimes people will congratulate you for something but manage to give themselves a pat on the back at the same time. "Welcome to the club, married life is great" and other statements like it seem to banalize your personal experience. "Hey, you have a baby too now! Isn't being a mother so incredible?"

So I realize it's not that horrible, really, and I understand the idea of relishing the common experience, yet a lot of the time I get the sense people are really saying "oh look, I did so-and-so before you and I'm just one step ahead of you. Because this is actually a competition."

That, and trying to put people into the same "club" or "box" just doesn't work. A new mother is in awe at the wonder of her new experience, a newlywed is blissfully excited about their spouse (barring postpartum or honeymoon blues), and hopefully doesn't care about having attained some idiotic status symbol or joined some special "club." And as much as we like to think we know other people, each experience is unique.

Saying that my life is exactly like yours cheapens my experience, because believe it or not I don't care to be like you, or anybody else. I think to a degree we all want to live life at our own pace and discover it with new eyes.

Also, since I'm already being snooty, I want this saying on a shirt:

The love of a student

I knew my husband was well-liked by his dance students... but I had no idea to what extent: They made a website in his honor! And it's seriously awesome: Check it out!

Customer service...

An excerpt from customer surveys I'm currently translating for a company that I will not name:

"Let's start with the basic: your account manager's response time is slower than a turtle with arthritis and the customer service is abysmal."

ha ha

Sympathy

My grandfather writes regularly and it's always a treat to get his letters. It's especially fun to hear his stories, like this one:

"I saw a show on the tele (that's what we called the TV when it first came out) that brought back to me the memory of when I found a large manta ray. It had washed up on the beach and could not get back into the water. We hired a rickshaw driver ..."

At this point I'm thinking "aw, how sweet! They got it back into the water and it lived happily ever after," and then I read the next line:

"...to fit it into his vehicle and take it to the local restaurant where they would put it on the menu."

Always a practical mind!