Heck, my office supplies are red, white, and blue!

I am a patriot. The United States is bad-ass. It's too bad that we elected a leader who doesn't recognize what makes us so awesome (namely, The Constitution) (and me).

And how awesome is it that I can criticize our president without fearing for my life or freedom? High five, country's founders!

The Sequel

WASHINGTON (CNN) -- President Bush was told in August that Iran's nuclear weapons program "may be suspended," the White House said Wednesday, which seemingly contradicts the account of the meeting given by Bush Tuesday.

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The new account from [press secretary] Perino seems to contradict the president's version of his August conversation with McConnell and raised new questions about why Bush continued to warn the American public about a threat from Iran two months after being told a new assessment was in the works.

But Perino said there was no conflict between her statement and Bush's Tuesday account of the meeting, when he said McConnell "didn't tell me what the information was."

"The president wasn't given the specific details" of the revised intelligence estimate, which was released Monday, Perino said. Nor did Bush mislead Americans in October, when he warned of a third world war triggered by Iran's development of nuclear technology, she said.

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Mm hm.

(Emphasis added, and here's more.)

Awesome as pho!

(Note: That title is clever because "pho" is pronounced "phuh." It rhymes with "duh!" Except it usually said with less scorn.)

Great news, poopsies! I found $3.85 pho on The Ave! Nothing beats an affordable bowl of Vietnamese soup.


My lunch company - two future English teachers and one future Social Studies teacher (we don't fraternize with those math and science weirdos) (just kidding) (kind of) - made it even better.

Hip-hop-hooraaaay-hoooo for soouuuppp-yooooo!

The Tiger Woods of racquetball, but with less skill

Neither of my parents recognized me in that picture on the side of my blog. Can you believe that? They made me, for goodness sake, and they can't recognize me in a regular, old, pink blazer!

So, I have broken down the picture into wee explanations so you know that the hottie on my blog is, in fact, me.


Long live 80's Racquetball That Turned Into Tacky Racquetball!

What's left

1 paper
1 big edit
3 potlucks

Me too, Mary. Me too.

I have a cat named Abe Lincoln. He likes to touch my face.

Seattle schools need us.

Guy: Hello, pot, this is the kettle! You're black!

Girl: I am not black. What are you talking about?

Guy: It's a metaphor. Do you know what a metaphor is?

Girl: Yes -- it's a giant flaming rock that comes out of the sky. You never make any sense.


(Heard in Seattle, Posted on HeardEverywhere.com)

Done and done.

Nic-Nic-Nicaroo Kristine Raden started a blog. She wanted me to advertise for her because she has no friends. Or personality. Or ethics. Or money.

I don't know why I talk to her.

Oh, and about the list...

I might be one of those people who puts easy activities on the list just so I can check them off. In my defense, every day there are thousands of people who do not get out of bed.

"Good job, Kelly Walden."

Thank you.

Sometimes I get to the forefront of the language evolution without even trying.

Several words that are now part of my everyday vocabulary started as occasional mocking words. (These are not to be confused with mockingbirds.) For example, I once hated when people said "freaking" instead of the f-bomb, so I mocked them. "It's so freaking cold!" I would exclaim, laughing at the silliness of it.

Now, I use "freaking" all the time. It's so stupid. Here are some other words that have weaseled their way into my vocabulary:
-Babycakes (as in when the boyfriend calls and I answer, "Hey Babycakes!" and then I get embarrassed because my classmates are nearby and laugh at me)
-Deets (short for "details", recently adopted from Teen Beat magazine)
-Delish (short for "delicious", I am not sure where I got this)

And twenty minutes ago, as I was checking off items on the To-Do List I wrote for myself last night, I discovered...


-Fo'

Good at running. Good at drawing.

So there I am, moseying down the sidewalk when - what is this? The bus! The bus is early! (In retrospect, it was probably the previous bus being late.) The bus is going to beat me to the bus stop!

Or so the bus thought.

I silently yelled, "I will beat you to the bus stop, bus! And then you will take me to class!" And that is exactly what happened. If you click on the picture below, you will see an accurate depiction of this morning's event.


It's hard to believe I'm human what with all the speed and wit,
KJW