I feel old

I ran across this headline when Yahoo opened this morning:

"Hustle" Star Survives JetBlue Scare

I'm old enough to remember the Disco era, but I don't remember one specific person representing the Hustle. I clicked the link; nope, no idea who Taryn Manning is, and of course there was no picture. It mentioned that she wrote notes to her boyfriend and parents, and I thought, "Hmm, little old for a boyfriend, but hey, who knows?"

I dug a little deeper and up popped a picture that looked like Paris Hilton in Annie. Taryn Manning is just shy of 27, and last year did a movie called "Hustle and Flow."

No wonder she's not older than me! It's not even my Hustle!

Um, ok, the Hustle is not actually my Hustle either. Honestly, I couldn't remember the name of the dance until I read the headline, but I did do the Hustle when I was a kid. That was a slumber party staple, and heaven help the girl who forgot to bring the tape! (Yeah, we were high tech; we had it on cassette!)

HOW do they do that??

In my travels today I stopped at the grocery store to pick up a few things. In front of me as I was walking in was a woman who was walking about the same speed as me. She walked through the middle of the door and glanced back over her shoulder at me like I was stalking her. I almost laughed because:

1. I'm not a physically intimidating person. In fact, I look like your average WASP school teacher,

and

2. She was in my way! When I sped up, so did she, and she moved when I moved.

The worst part is, it happened not once but twice, with two different people! OK, maybe I didn't look my best; I'd just bought mulch and potting soil, and I was a little dirty. I have yard work to do, and I wasn't about to go home and change when I was right there.

At least I didn't have little blue-haired ladies running me down with shopping carts today.

Arr!

This is Dirty Jenny Rackham here to remind all ye skaliwags that today is Talk Like A Pirate day! Me maties have posted links fer ye t' swab, so here's a little song fer ye'.

What do you do with a drunken sailor,
What do you do with a drunken sailor,
What do you do with a drunken sailor,
Earl-eye in the morning!
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Earl-eye in the morning

Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Earl-eye in the morning!
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Earl-eye in the morning


Put him in the hold with the Captain's daughter,
Put him in the hold with the Captain's daughter,
Put him in the hold with the Captain's daughter,
Earl-eye in the morning!
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Earl-eye in the morning

Aye, ye've seen this here before! Want t' make somethin' of it?

Back up for the moment

We're still having internet issues. I don't understand the technicalities, but apparently our router talks to another router which is currently located in a cement plant a few miles from here. That router went down over the weekend, and no one works weekends there. Eric called to report the outage and told them to break our contract. We're having a cable modem installed Friday. We'll be down again part of this week, but I don't know when. That's been the story of my life since we moved in here.

I didn't miss the 'net too much over the weekend. I was mostly sleeping off a migraine and watching TV. Nope, nothing productive going on here. Oh, I take that back: I moved the old curtains from our bedroom down to the office, and the office curtains to the living room. The old living room curtains will be hung elsewhere when I get more curtain rods; right now they're in a heap on the arm of the couch. Eric and I also shifted some stuff around in the garage and decided we have too much crap. There's an epiphany.