I'll smoke your marijuanica

This morning, while reinacting The Fast and the Furious on the way to work, I heard The Hanukkah Song, followed by Fuel. I don't know what's better than that. Except maybe not going to work at all.

On Monday, I went to a class on memory with Rich Israel - and I thought it was fantastic. Initially, I signed up for a bunch of county-supported classes to get away from my desk, but I really thought the class was great. He taught us that the brain shuts down about 50 minutes into a meeting, and that you should get up and go for a quick walk. Also, you can keep your mind active by switching the hand that you normally write or brush your teeth with, by taking a new route to work, and by paying attention to keywords to get the most out of spoken content.

Today I went to a training meeting where the program was taught by a rambling mumbler in a very linear manner, and I wound up walking out.

I can't wait to take "Dealing with Difficult People". That's a resignation waiting to happen.

The Kid let me put braids in her hair this week. They have a Hanukkah party at her school on Friday, and parents are invited. I hope I get to do the braids again. She came home singing "Dreidle, dreidle". She made me sing it with her all the way home from the supermarket tonight. After the 17th round, she just started shouting, "SING, MOMMY! COME ON!".

Good thing those four lines don't get old quickly.

Heh.