So many thoughts,

so little time.

I've had about a million blog-thoughts occur to me this morning in about the last 2 hours. I suppose I could just post a million times, but that seems odd. So, here we go: one post, many subjects. Just go with me, people:

Do You Think I'm Being Used?

EOGs are this week. For those of you without children, EOG stands for End Of Grade (tests). These are the tests that, if you believe the Bush Administrations cock-eyed propaganda will ensure that American Students are taught at the highest level and will be able to compete with children from any other nation in the brave new global marketplace. In actuality, they ensure that Third Graders get tension headaches, good teachers get burned out and leave the profession, children are taught to pass a test rather than to think, and creativity, curiousity and independent thinking are banned from out public schools. I'm not a fan.

Luckily, though, I have bright kids, who do well, so there's not that much angst in our house. Peter, though, is beginning to figure out how to use EOGs to his advantage.

I'm notorious for not dragging my lazy self out of bed; my kids are old enough to get their own breakfast, and while I'm always awake before they are, I'm frequently not dressed and downstairs till after 7. This week, though, Peter informed me that he "Needed a good breakfast before the EOGs". So, yeah, I've gotten myself up, and on Tuesday made him cinnamon toast and scrambled eggs, and today just scrambled eggs. But I have a sneaking suspicion that I'm being taken advantage of....

If It's Not One Thing, It's Another

I have a very easy commute, and in the summer it gets even easier. During the school year, I complain if I leave my house late and get stuck in traffic, so you'd think that I'd be happy now that UNC is out for the summer and traffic has eased up, right?

Wrong.

Nope, apparently I can find ANYTHING to complain about! Today the commuting gods were with me -- I caught green lights, there was virtually no traffic, life was good.

And as I approached my office, my thought was, "Dang, I didn't have time to finish my coffee!!!"

We're Not Doing THIS Again

Kathy called me at 7:45 this morning to check on what I was wearing!

And finally.....

LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THAT THING

After Kathy (who is wearing black capris and a pink shirt, I'm in khakis and a purple shirt) got into the office, I get the following IM:

[08:28] kathcrad: hey
[08:28] kathcrad: I have a problem.
[08:28] MegFCohen: k
[08:29] kathcrad: I picked up a giant bolt this morning on the way in, right outside that construction site on 54 at Glen Lennox. Tire is not flat but could go anytime.

And let me just say, when she says giant, she MEANS giant. Here's a picture:

Holy Hardware, Batman, that's one BIG bolt!

But, we got her to the Ford place, and they should have it fixed today.