flying disc

I came across this picture today and couldn't help but post it. I figured 1) it's the closest I'll ever come to foot modeling, and 2) honestly, what could better serve as webpage welcome than a trio of dirty feet? The picture was taken last September, after my best friend Katie and her best (boy)friend Britt added their names to the list of those who've tried to teach me to throw a frisbee. I wouldn't say they succeeded, but I'd like to think we made some serious progress. Perhaps '08 will be my year.

one glove

A sad realization this morning got a certain song stuck in my head. Then, as the day went on, the lyrics began to change:

One Glove, One Right
Left went and got himself lost last night
Hear the left hand crying (One Glove)
Hear the left hand crying (One Right)
Sadly, the Left got left on the train, yes he got lost last night
Sadly, Left went and got himself lost last night

(to the tune of Bob Marley's "One Love")
 

terms of endearment

My family has always been huge on nicknames, and the Batt farm heard many come and go across the years: Wayne-bo, Weo, Waynard; Winnie, Wendello, Windorff; Kath, Kahti, Kaz; Nico, Nucho, Nuck, and beyond.

I thereby learned to answer to pretty much whatever people called me, and when a Spanish-speaking coworker addressed me one day as "Wench," I responded. I smiled to myself when she left, sure it wouldn't stick- but it did. It spread like wild fire.

"Wench, have you seen this presentation?"
"Hey Wench, I like your coat."
"Where should we have lunch today, Wench?"
"Wench, want to grab a coffee?"

Little do they know that "wench" is an actual word in English, a word that means, to put it lightly, "wanton woman."

It makes me smile.