Yesterday Caron and I went to one of the large chain bookstores in town to hang out in their cafe and read/study.  I read The Dark Tower by Steven King and Caron studied his statistics homework.  I took a restroom break and encountered something there that was quite funny.  As I walked in, I heard a mother and very young child (probably 1 1/2-2 years old) in the large handicapped stall.  As I sat in one of the other stalls, I heard the child ask her mommy, "Mommy go poop?"  And the mommy answered, "No," in a patient voice.  Then the child repeated, "Mommy go poop?"  And mommy said, "No," once again in the most patient voice.  Well, that wasn't the funny part, really.   What was truly funny was that the child continued to ask, "Mommy go poop?" repeatedly, and the mommy would repeatedly answer in the most patient voice, "No."  After about the 13th time that this question-and-answer was repeated, I had to hold my hands over my mouth, struggling not to laugh out loud.  When I got back to the cafe and told Caron what I had just heard, his answer to me was, "Belinda go poop?"  And I said, "Yes, dear," in my most patient voice.  Of course, he couldn't just let this lie there.  He had to repeat this several times since then.  So now both of us will just randomly ask each other, "Caron go poop?" or "Belinda go poop?"  And each time, the other will answer, "Yes, dear."  Yes, folks.  We're mature.

I've been invited to a new friend's house this coming week after work.  She lives in the city and is having a few friends over to celebrate a house-warming event (actually, it's an apartment-warming event, whatever).  She just happens to be black, or as the phrase goes "African-American."  I've never been to her house, it'll be dark when I get there, and it's in the city (which can be precarious with parking/safety issues).  Caron says, "Don't worry, you'll find it. Just put your head out the car window every so often and sniff the air for fried chicken."  Then he sniffs repeatedly and says, "Mmmmm, fried chicken. I must be close."  Yeah, we're not so politically correct.

It's Veteran's Day and I actually had the day off from work.  Can you dig it?  I'm going to get so used to this luxury.  It definitely helps offset the waking up early part.  Actually, it's been nice to arrive to work on time.  I almost never did that at the last job.  I'm also beginning to see the fruit of my work on the local news, too.  It's sort of wierd.  Something that I've edited gets reported on by the local media.  Sort of strange.  I've been spending way too much money (credit-card money) on clothes for the new job.  It sucks, but I've never had to wear suits everyday to work.  I have a grey suit and a black one and a few mix and match thingeys, but I've got to branch out into the beiges, blues, burgundies, etc.  I just bought a long black winter coat today, one that will look presentable over a suit.  And the stuff that people talk about at this place...it's very political (the men) and beauty focused (the women).  I don't really fit into that stuff.  When asked who I supported in the election, I panicked and said something to the effect that I voted my conscience.  When asked for my beauty secrets, I said I had none.  Yeah, I'm the nerd in the crowd yet again.

Otherwise things are cool.  I'm writing my Asha story again.  Also, I've been reading the last book of The Dark Tower.  Leo is doing well.  Working hard, making money.  Caron is doing well.  Working hard, but he seems to be balancing his work load better this semester.