"No. I'd rather get a pap smear.", I replied, while I continued folding.
"C'mon, Michele! You think you're an environmentalist, yet you don't even know how it works. Why don't you get off the couch and come and learn something."
"Where's it at?"
"It's by the totally nude titty bar in Chinatown."
Oh, yes, I go there all the time.
That's the Rio casino in the background there, so if any of you players are in town and need to scrap some metal, I can hook you up.
I have to admit to being fascinated with the scrap yard and I actually did learn something. I had no idea how valuable metal, copper, lead, brass, and stainless steel were. I got to see the whole inner workings. No wonder the scrappers come around and dig through our garbage twice a week.
I pondered what it takes to get VIP services there?
Then we went out to lunch, so it was a date.
On Saturday morning, we got up and went to a Christmas program at the Church Of Jesus Christ Of The Latter Day Saints. I get around, don't I?
We went last year and Austin's bestfriend invited us back. Last year it was a pajama breakfast with Santa, so we showed up in pajamas, only to discover we were the only people in the Mormon church who weren't Mormon, and we were wearing pajamas. Doy!
So that caused a frantic drive home and a wardrobe change.
My kids have no concept of not belonging, since the ward almost exactly mirrors our school zone and a bunch of their friends go to this church, so when they called the primary kids up to perform, they went and performed again. It was so darn cute.
I know so many people at the church, it's just insane. Between preschool, sports, story time at the library, parks, and classes at the community center, I think I've met half the Mormon women in Las Vegas. I was getting all warm and fuzzy until I realized that if I was actually Mormon, if I couldn't stand someone at school, I'd have to see them at church and every single social function I attended, and then I'd get all homicidal. Do tell, Mormon friends. How does that work?
I got a comment from a reader on Saturday about my post on school testing and their report cards being based on four quarterly assessment tests, rather than their school work.
I was at a class today and they were talking about the report cards. According to the teachers in the class (that work at one of the pilot schools) they found out that the standards based report cards were out in an email at the end of the day on Friday. They have no idea what they are going to be required to do about report cards that are supposed to go home with students on Wednesday.
I would be worried too. It takes me 10-15 hours to do report cards with grades, comments, etc. They have not been keeping traditional gradebooks with grades and such because they were not doing a traditional report card.
Here's another interesting part of the story. They said that the change came because the superintendent found out that his child's report card was going to be based on the results of one assessment. He went nuts.
So it looks like I won't have to blow my top after all.
On Saturday night, I helped Bob vacuum seal 90 pounds of goat meat. Bob tried to get me to buy into the goats, but I declined. It was four goats. I need to try something before I commit to spending gobs of money and especially on a meat we have never eaten.
I draw the line on organic meat that still has the hair from the animal on it. BARF! I seriously almost hurled.
Bob was all, "That's just more protein."
I left before it was even half done. Bob had a big Goat Party with all his friends and Greg told me today that the meat was so tough, nobody could chew it. If anyone is an expert on preparing goat meat, please chime in.
This concludes the most random post ever. I start work tomorrow. SOB!