If You Give a Mouse a Cookie

Last night, while serving dinner at the Hood, I asked one of our Egyptian staff members to translate a word into Arabic. I asked him to give me the Arabic word for “inappropriate.” Instead, he gave me an inappropriate Arabic word. Which I said. Without hesitation. As another Egyptian staff member walked up behind me.

Facebook

So I’ve been doing some thinking lately about Facebook and how it’s existence has made my long-distance friendships easier, but not necessarily better. On that same line of thinking, I’ve also been weighing the result of said ease. Has the faux-connection Facebook gives placed distance between certain friends? Absolutely. Does it help me remember your

BBQ

In honor of learning how to make my own Memphis-style barbecue I’ve found an educational video that should help: Enjoy! In other news, my brain no longer feels like it’s yelling at itself. The story behind it may have to wait until September, when I’m no longer working 60-hour weeks.

Quick-Witted Family

So the comments from my last post, gave some people a glimpse into what it was like growing up with my parents. Just in case you didn’t read the comments, here is a text message conversation I had with my father this evening (complete with typos): Daddy: yer mean mom never sent the gps. I’ll

Joe*

This is from one of my new favorite blogs, Postcards From Yo Momma. Here’s the text, just in case you can’t read it above: Me: Do you read my blog? I can track who is reading it and I think you may be. Me no likey mother. Mom: What’s a blag? Me: It is a

Theme Song

Ok, I have a friend who likes putting new words to old tunes and often writes songs about people he knows. Not wanting to be left out, I asked/persuaded him to write one for me. It’s set to the tune of Don’t Cry For Me Argentina, and I’ve put a video of the song below