The Woman is Amazing...

Watching the Senate hearings for Elena Kagan I'm struck by her self-control.  The committee gets to sit there and talk seemingly for hours, feathering their own nests, throwing her a tidbit here and there, getting in a zinger or two while being totally self-serving, all done without impunity.  And her responsibility in this 'play'?  She sits there, patiently, and takes it. Wow!  So impressive!  Now here is a woman who could play poker!  (I also couldn't help but think this would be a great skit for Saturday Night Live -- Kagan even looks a bit like one of the players -- but that's fodder for another post.)

Could I do this?  HELL NO!   They'd be carrying me out, kicking and screaming after ten minutes, maybe not even that long.   Frankly injustice incenses me --  just frosts my cookies good (or should it be the adverbial form 'goodly'?)  Anyway, yesterday I ran into a colleague from same high school at the gym and lost it when re-counting this story.

A teacher applicant was told by HR to call one of the assistant principals at the school for an interview. I've known this young man for years -- he graduated with my kids from this same high school.  If he made it through the rigors of HR, he had to be good.  He called the AP once, twice, again, and again.  The 'rule' is -- and common courtesy would dictate -- that once they're sent to the interview, they are interviewed or at least spoken to.  What this AP did was unconscionable, if not totally rude:  he ignored the young man.  Even if they did have someone in mind for the job, John, the AP, should have at least called him and been honest.

So picture me in the middle of the gym getting more and more heated up about this -- I know I called John a few names...  Well, now I'm a little embarrassed.  However, not ashamed enough to drop it.  Hopefully, though, I'll calm down a bit before I run into John.  Elena Kagan I'm not.

Thanks, Sweet Virginia Breeze!

Sweet Virginia Breeze was kind enough to mention me in her blog and to give me The Honest Scrap Award. There are a couple of requirements:

The Honest Scrap award is not one to hold all to yourself, but must be shared!
First, the recipient has to tell 10 true things about themselves in their blog that no one else
knows.
Second, the recipient has to pass along this prestigious award to 10 more bloggers.
Third, those 10 bloggers all have to be notified that they have been given this award.
Those 10 bloggers that receive this award should link back to the blog that awarded them
"The Honest Scrap" award.

This presents a problem because I absolutely love all the blogs that I follow or I wouldn't be following them, right? So I need to chew on this for a bit and may be completing these requirements in stages.

Meanwhile, I need to include ten (10) interesting things that no one knows about me. Frankly, this is a problem as my life is an open book. I mean, I'm not the kind of girl to hold back, but here goes...

1. I only eat tuna salad from Panera and I don't cook fish in my house, although I like it a lot and usually order it when we eat out, which is often.
2. My next house instead of having a kitchen, will feature a drive-thru window.
3. I have a heart-shaped birthmark on the back of my right ankle.
4. I find body piercings repulsive.
5. I think bald men are hot.
6. I love being around people, but I hate crowds; they scare the hell out of me and I'm not comfortable at parties where I know no one, but I'm working on this.
7. People who walk through stores, in public, in the check out line and talk on the phone really piss me off. I think they're rude. The same thing with people who walk around with phone head sets or a blue tooth on. I think they're jackasses.
8. If I'm around someone who has an accent for more than ten minutes, I find myself imitating them.
9. I frequently burst out in song in public. This is the reason my youngest child, now an adult, won't go anywhere with me.
10. I like to smile at people for no reason.