I'm feeling lame, I'm pissed that this week's Sylvia Browne/Montel is a rerun (yes, I just admitted that out loud), I've spaced on all the things I meant to write about, Sammy's napping and I'm tired of cleaning, so instead I'm going to waste some time and follow Wendy's lead. Here's what's up in my browser windows:
- Gas Tanker Explosion Rocks Neighborhood: This happened a whopping mile or so from where we used to live. We drove through that intersection every day. It's just bizarre to see something so familiar on CNN.
- Passive Agressive Notes: The comments are usually the best part of the site. Be sure to scroll through the comments on this post. My favorites: comments #10 and 15.4. Tee hee.
- Uncommon Goods and Reusable Bags. I swear, something like 90% of our holiday gifts have come from these two sites. (I have this tote for myself and LOVE IT.) I've still got Nubius Organics and GreenFeet up as well and I'm resisting the urge to buy anything for myself. Good stuff if you need something different for your gift giving.
- Peterson case sends police divers into canals. Dude's so guilty - just 'fess up already.
- Cut Christmas Costs. I don't know why I opened this because it's already too late - shopping's almost done. And then I blatantly ignored #8 went and ordered all our cards anyway.
- Parents take Lexington school case to appeals court. Essentially, parents who were pissed because their young children were discussing gay families in class (in a state where gay marriage is LEGAL) have taken their case to a federal appeals court. I just had a pretty rowdy discussion in Ethics about whether or not teachers are responsible for teaching morals - and if yes, whose morals and values? And if no, could any classroom curriculum could ever be truly devoid of someone's values, whether it be the editors of the textbook, the book choices of the teacher, the word problems in math? I'm looking forward to continuing the conversation, especially since it ended with one student snapping at another: I hope you have a gay child and then you'll understand! I literally snorted my tea and sent them on their way while I choked. Way to end the class, kid.
Smigh. Back to cleaning.





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