Desperately in need of warm apple cider from SBUX…
Thanks, mom. I learned the best of everything from you!
ATL
There are always soldiers in the Atlanta airport and they always seem so serious and lonely - even when they are in a group. I can’t help but wonder if they are coming or going - en route to a post overseas or on their way home to see their family and friends.
I sincerely hope it’s the later.
In case you weren’t aware. Alicia Menendez is a rock star.
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Yo momma’s so underpaid she only makes $0.73 for every dollar a man makes doing the same job.
Yo momma’s so underpaid they wrote a whole law called the Fair Pay Act to level the playing field, and Senator McCain and the Republicans opposed it.
Yo momma’s so underpaid—and McCain said that the real problem is that women need more “education and training.”
What?!?
I know “yo momma” jokes are lame and ’90s, but isn’t that better than McCain’s sexist 1950s worldview?
Women make much less for the same work, and it cuts across all education levels. And single mothers have it the worst, making just $0.60 on the dollar.
Give your mother an early Mother’s Day present: tell McCain to get with the program and support the Fair Pay Act.
http://pol.moveon.org/fairpay/?id=12627-4038696-CBT1EY&t=1
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- MoveOn.org Makes a Mother’s Day funny, except it’s not funny ha-ha, it’s scary. Via e-mail.
Fact: I can’t stand on an empty stage without doing a triple time step. Leftover from the theatre days.
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Whole Nine Yards.” Another thing some people just can’t accept is that the origins of many common expressions will probably always remain a mystery. We know, for instance, what “the whole nine yards” means—the works, everything, the whole enchilada. But nobody knows where it comes from. Before you offer the definitive etymology of the expression, let me say that I’ve heard it before. I’ve heard them all, and none of them are genuine. “The whole nine yards” is not a reference to ammunition clips used by gunners on World War II aircraft. It is not a seafaring phrase about the three yards—or long spars—on each of the three masts of a clipper ship. It has nothing to do with the amount of fabric required to make a burial shroud. And it’s not about the capacity of a ready-mix concrete truck, either. In fact, no one really knows how the phrase originated. All we know for sure is that it’s an Americanism from the 1960s. Unfortunately, many linguists and writers (including me) have spent way too much time trying to track down its origin. All those theories I mentioned, from ammo belts to loads of cement, have been debunked. The British language sleuth Michael Quinion has also ruled out suggestions that the phrase comes from the fabric needed for a nun’s habit, a three-piece suit, or a Scottish kilt; the capacity of a coal-ore wagon or a garbage truck; the length of a maharajah’s sash or a hangman’s noose; the distance between the cellblock and the outer wall of a prison, and any number of measurements having to do with sports. We simply don’t know—and may never know—where some words and expressions come from. But language lovers hate to take no for an answer. Maybe that’s how myths are born.
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- Debunking Etymological Myths
If you’re in DC, I’m speaking. You should join us.
For the record, I still can’t stand listening to white men pontificate on cable TV - where are the women!?!?
Does anyone else notice that Hillary Clinton stole John Edwards’ whole “fighter” persona? Oh, and she can drink you under the table. She’s hardcore.
Paris is rocking a bike-sharing program that I was insanely jealous of while I was there. I’ve been waiting for it to make it’s way stateside! Sign me up!
At Da Das in Delray Beach