Okay, now that's funny

So Daughter Number One is home for the weekend from SoCal. Not that we'll actually see her much. She has a life.

She's here for a retirement party for one of her high school teachers. Actually, it was for several teachers and school employees, but she was here for him in particular. Algebra and physics teacher. Cool guy. Seriously manic and hyperactive. Way fun. Whose wife is retiring from the same school also. She teaches French. And is also seriously manic and hyperactive and way fun.

So DNO calls me from the airport. Not the one she flew into, the one with the sports bar/grill where the retirement party took place. Needs a ride home from the party.

Well, home is a strong word. She needed a ride to her friend's house (he picked her up at the BART station after her flight) to pick up her stuff. Well, actually, to leave her stuff there until after the next party, after which he will drop her and her stuff off at home. Because she has a life.

But she damn well better not wake me up because I intend to be asleep.

But that's not the funny part. While I was driving her over to said friend's house, we had a fun chat about the party. Lots of anecdotes told. Including how Madame F***, said French teacher, leads her French class in an invasion of the Spanish class every Cinco de Mayo*.

I don't care who you are, that's funny right there.

*If you don't know the difference between Cinco de Mayo and Mexican Independence Day, look it up. I will NOT be your own personal wikipedia.

Quote of the day

[The judge] found that their attack on "Crunchberries" should fare no better than their prior claims that "Froot Loops" did not contain real froot.

Here's your sign.

(Via Ann Althouse and Cory Doctorow)

I suspect she would get the joke

This post would be more amusing if dowdified edited judiciously:

Twitter is dominated by men.. Twitter is supposed to be about not talking too much... A conundrum!

A conundrum, indeed.

Minor note

Regarding this post.

I actually stole that joke from a hunting buddy. Some years back, for the first time in a lot of years, we were actually pelted by cold rain during deer season (late October). While waiting to hunt over Soap Butte (i.e., waiting for the sitters to make their way slowly to the top of the butte inside pickups with heaters while the rest of us were outside in the weather), we were sitting and waiting for the sitters to make their way to the top of the butte. In the rain. Heavy rain. Cold freakin' rain. Noah's Ark kind of rain.

One in our walker crew said "Weather report said chance of rain."

Another one said "Hell of a chance."

Heh. Would have been even funnier if we weren't freezing our butts off.

Catching up

So I'm on my telecommute day today, revising spreadsheets and doing a boatload of datamining. But I did take a short break to take some pictures to the post office to mail.

Regarding that: I mentioned in the previous post that I thought Thelma was mis-identified. Now I'm not so sure. Turns out that the Thelma Howard name identified in the picture really exists and may well be correct. Extensive (well, sorta) searching suggests that she is one Thelma Kuykendall and ALSO a classmate of my Grandma (the signature page of the 1923 yearbook has all three of the eminent ladies). But she still has the same smile as Thelma Boblet, so I may well have mis-identified the correct Thelma in other pictures. Or not. Perhaps Austin's son may be able to correct the confusion. I sent him a batch of pictures today, after talking on the phone briefly a couple of days ago.

It may sound strange to you normal people, but I actually seem to get as much of a kick out of learning about my family's friends as I do about family itself.

Also on a brighter note, the effort (such as it was) to print and send pictures to Austin's son prompted me to FINALLY get of my butt and remember to send some DVDs to relatives. Sent copies to my Uncle Sam and to my Cousin Bess, and also to my cousin currently living in Halfway (abbreviated, not the full set, but he's in some of the ones from the '50s). His lovely mother is doing well, a youthful 97. She's in an assisted living facility with a couple of friends from Halfway (one is 102 and going strong). Huzzah for my 97 year old Auntie! I really need to make time to get up there and visit her.

I haven't had time to copy the China DVDs yet, but maybe soon. Sent copies of the earlier ones (DVDs copied many months ago but sitting idly on a shelf since, so FTFO to me) today, and I hope to copy and send the newer ones soon (sans China).

Whoa Nelly

I was sitting here at the computer scanning some pictures and suddenly the weather opened up. LOUD.

Damn. I know the radio said "chance of showers" but damn. That's a hell of a chance.

Some success

And some new confusions.

Regarding this post, the fellow I contacted is indeed Austin's son. And I spoke to him by phone earlier this evening. Pleasant chap, we swapped some information and such, before I had to cut the conversation short to head off for a prior engagement.

He told me some of his Aunt Thelma (my Grandma's classmate). Turns out, the caption on the back of one of the pictures I have has her incorrectly identified (probably, will have to get the pics to him to confirm, but I suspect my Grandpa incorrectly remembered her surname). But Thelma's in-laws: they were Hawaiian royalty. Pretty cool.

Still trying to identify that other gal ("Smiley 2") but I'm hoping that perhaps my new contact can shed some light on her. I have some suspicions, though he didn't recognize the names I mentioned on the phone. But perhaps we shall learn more soon...