So do you ever dream that the state has discovered that fact, voided your license, and forced you to retake driver’s ed? I often dream that I need to go back to high school/college and make up some class I never realized was a prerequisite for a diploma. Last night’s little episode also featured waiting for a school bus that was already an hour or so late.
So far, no. My recurring dream is that I am sitting in French class in high school. My teacher askes me some question, and I just sit there, unable to formulate the answer, and feeling rather hopeless.
That dream bears a striking resemblance to how my high school french classes actually went.
the weird thing about that dream, is that the french teacher’s question to me always coincides with the moment I am aware that I am asleep and dreaming. (I have a lot of lucid dreams). So I stay in that dream state, but then become unable to put together anything more than garbled random syllables, and I end up talking out loud. My various roommates over the years were always amused with the strange things I would say in my sleep.
So, according to the latest I have seen, Isabel’s predicted path puts the eye directly on top of my house later this week. I’ve been within 15 miles of the eye of a category 3, but never in the eye.
TSA = TeenSthrnAccent. Yes he made it home and we made it to church on time. It was a fairly normal day.
I had a hard time understanding the lady teaching in the women’s meeting, due primarily to my hearing and difficultly understanding her accent. (I know… the irony my screen name does not escape me :o )
There are two sets of twins in the Sunday School class I teach. I made one of the twins mad when I told her to stop talking when I am talking. Thereafter she went to great pains to avoid looking at me and spent the class looking at the floor or the ceiling.
During the main meeting two babies cried, but that’s not unusual in LDS churches. We don’t have nursery for infants and toddlers during worship service.
Does VA not require licensing training and tests for new drivers?
The only driving tests I ever took: on my 16th birthday to get my license, in NC. And a commercial driver’s license test probably 6-7 years ago. Every time I have moved since then, I just traded in the old one, and got a new one.
I keep hearing word that various laws have changed since then, regarding legal age, and stuff like that. Not really relevant to me though. Being a pilot, “TSA” meant airport security to me.
Brain not working. must find replacement.
Poor RotorHead! Brain’s on the fritz!
This sort of snafu gives him fits.
He gives it a cosh,
Then gives it a wash,
Then up in the air RH flits.
“Though my brain may be turning to mush,”
Said rotorhead, without a blush,
“It can still rhyme and sing,”
“Its a marvelous thing.”
“And its better than most, so just hush!”
I know this guy named RotorHead
Who loves to rhyme in every thread
When he’s not flying high above
This mundane, pointless stuff we love.
Did Cecil, do you think, foresee
Way back in 1973
Just where the Straight Dope would proceed?
What highways, byways, fruit and weed
Would burgeon in his column’s wake?
Who woulda thunk it? No mistake:
The Straight Dope board is quite a town
Of wit and wisdom, sage and clown.
So post your screed! Keep up the pace!
And don’t forget the :)!!
This thread, in the matter of rhyme,
I can see is most certainly prime.
And Eddys no slouch
For that I will vouch.
he comes up with one every time.
Psst! RotorHead, EddyTeddyFreddy is a girl.
Hey, I’m back! Wha’d I miss?
“Fooled another one!” Snickered the miss
With an ID whose gender consists
Of the sex of her CATS.
Yup, agreed that it’s bats;
But amusing (to her), nonetheless.
Apologies, lady, my dear.
I believe it is painfully clear,
That I could not divine,
femininity thine.
Your forgiveness I beg, most sincere.
Well, of course not. How could you? She said,
With no clues in the text of each thread,
Who would ever have thought
That my gender was not
What my “name” was, to wit: EdTedFred
Not the first, nor the last, I believe
That my moniker here may deceive,
But still it is one
That I like, and it’s fun
And just think of the jokes we’ll conceive!
Your reply to my grievous offense
Demonstrates your uncommon good sense.
And if I may opine,
It is also a sign
of your graciousness truly immense.
RotorHead speaks truth.
EddyTeddyFreddy is
Uncommon immense.
(Bows ceremonially)
My dear, though I appreciate the honor, I am a one-trick pony.
Or maybe two tricks. Not sure about that. I should take inventory.
Does anybody have some extra pony-tricks to loan me?
EddyTeddyFreddy, you definitely are something! I’m no poet…
And don’t we know it.