Happy Snippet Wednesday, y'all!
Why am I so happy, you may ask? Because we finally got Nathan into daycare today! Sure, it's his shorter of the two days in daycare, but he's there and he seems happy and Katie didn't bust into a crying fit upon dropping him off. Hey, c'mon, this is a big day for us! Now if only I remember to pick him up on my way home tonight...
I hope it will still be there when you get around to reading this post, but Google created an interactive Google Doodle in honor of the 112th birthday of Frank Zamboni, the man who created the Zamboni ice-fixing machine. I don't know why, but every time a Zamboni enters an ice arena, I'm always fixated on it. It only serves the most basic of functions, but I love it. Happy birthday, Frank. Now get over to Google and play it!
I know this is a dead horse that's being beaten over and over again on the web and in the news, but are we all really and truly certain that Jodie Foster came out of the closet during the Golden Globes? For someone who acts, directs, writes, and produces, she was a rambling mess of crap up there on stage and, although I can remember the point at which people report she "came out," I'm still not convinced of it. I think one of my favorite recaps of it came from Claire over at Taller Than Average Tales. Sure, it's great that Jodie's out (not that we didn't all know it for years as it is), but couldn't she have done it in a more succinct and genuine manner? The rambling, to me, made it feel like she still wasn't sure she was doing the right thing. And I don't see what's wrong with it at all. Be loud, be proud. And let us know you actually stand behind it instead of coming off like the next Dan Brown novel. Of course, I'd be remiss to not link to the Onion's story, "Jodie Foster inspires teens to come out using vague, rambling riddles." Oh Onion, I love you so.
As much as I hate WalMart, I gotta drop them some kudos for this one. Starting on Memorial Day, the mega monster giant retailer is promising to hire more than 100,000 veterans who have been honorably discharged from the military. These applicants must be within one calendar year of their military discharge (heh heh, I said "discharge"). I know that some people are criticizing it as a PR stunt and that these vets may be getting crap jobs. But, in this economy, a job is a job and a paycheck is a paycheck. So, regardless of the job, I applaud WalMart. Damn, I can't believe I just said that. I feel almost as dirty as those stores get about a month or two after opening.
So while Nathan is feeling better, I'm feeling a bit worse for wear. Got a bit of a cough and scratchy throat. Thankfully not much else. This morning, I dropped an airborne tablet into my Camelbak bottle, filled it, and screwed the lid on. I put the bottle on our credenza as I was packing stuff up to leave for work when I started talking to Katie. I heard a weird hissing sound and looked at the bottle to discover that it was shooting a dual stream of Airborne-infused water into the air and all over the furniture. Add this to the fountain Nathan streamed in his clothes this morning (one that apparently made his diaper fall down to his ankles) and you've got the makings of one helluva morning!
Well, time to head home. Wait. Isn't there something I'm supposed to do? Hmmm...