I know that "everybody" says "Grand Central Station", but, of course, it is actually Grand Central Terminal. I recall when I learned it: in 1975, when Mrs. Kennedy-Onassis was a member of the group Committee To Save Grand Central Terminal which was formed to prevent the Terminal from being demolished.
I was at a gathering recently and someone said that it was like Grand Central Station there. Mother always criticized my correcting people (except her mother!), and I am certainly not going to try the tack others use of saying what they believe is a correct pronunciation just after one has committed a supposed faux pas. (CLICK HERE to see my article "SHERBET".)
If I think it's interesting, I will broach the subject as I did, which is, "I've always found it interesting that people think Grand Central is a station, but is actually a terminal." [Hey, my Grandfather was a Railroad man!]
Les said, "What does it matter? Nobody cares."
I said, "AHA! You are wrong; the person who used the word station was NOT offended and asked the difference!"
I commented to a teacher on Thursday that it must be difficult getting back into the routine after being away three months. She said, "It's good, tomorrow is casual Friday." I was shocked that they were allowed to dress "casually" at school. She said that some young teachers even try to take advantage of the policy and expect to be able to wear flip-flops! I shrieked, "Why don't they just wear their pajamas too?"
I disapprove of "casual dress" in business because I think it fosters a casual attitude about work. (CLICK HERE to see the excellent article from Marie Claire.)
Several years ago a young woman I know had applied to be a substitute teacher and she was interviewed and was given her first assignment. She had asked for my advice about what to wear for the interview and I told her to wear "the uniform": navy suit, white blouse, heels, and to carry a nice handbag; fortunately, she had a navy suit and she borrowed navy pumps from a friend; I loaned my Coach navy briefcase for her to use. When she told me she was having her first assignment, I asked her what she was going to be wearing. When she showed me the outfit I asked if there were a dress code. She said that her interviewer had told her that she was supposed to "dress professionally". I told her bluntly that I thought her outfit was not professional. The outfit had a short skirt and the top was too low-cut for daytime wear. I said, "It looks more like a party dress." She said, "It's trendy." I said, "I think they want conservative." She said, "Well, they know I'm young." I said, "Did you have a tour; did you notice what any of the other women were wearing at school?" She said she hadn't paid attention. I thought of using Giuliani Rancic's term to describe the outfit: "hoochie mama"; but decided against voicing that opinion, especially after I had already told her I thought it was not professional.
She was never called to substitute again. Of course, I don't know if the apparel was the reason for her not being recalled or the fact that she had no background in the subject of the teacher she replaced.
I know that I dream because Gerald has seen REM; however, I seldom remember any of my dreams, but I have always been rather good at analyzing the dreams of others, but not ones from myself! (CLICK HERE to see BLOG article BUFFALO BILL) Gerald dreams often and he can describe them in great detail.
A client related a dream to me where he was being held captive by a group of people who were spouting religion and he could not escape as they had armed guards at all the doors and they were brainwashing children. My analysis is that he felt held hostage because he is bedfast and can't escape and that day he'd received a visit from a lay minister. His wife had a dream where she dreamed she was just 1-inch tall. My analysis of the dream is she had it because of her feeling of helplessness and her diminished role in the care of her husband. I did not relate my analyses to them.
Here's my latest dream: I was dreaming that the word bon marche meant flatulating dogs! I know what bon marche means: it's French for "good deal" and it's the name of an upscale department store, but flatulating dogs? But then I recalled that I had seen posted on The Urban Dictionary: Farte Blanche.
Dreams are supposed to help us confront issues we haven't dealt with during the day; but canine cheese-cutting? Analyze THAT, Sue!
Farte Blanche
Unrestricted power to fart at one's own discretion. Permission to fart freely.
She gave her husband farte blanche to stink up the bedroom.
I have always considered that being loyal is my best trait.
I've already ordered the latest Bob Dylan "album" (Yes, I'm too old to change my reference!). Its debut is August 26 and it's called Another Self Portrait. Self Portrait, released in 1970, was widely panned by critics, but this album is receiving wide praise. Not bad for the 72-year-old who is still relevant. (CLICK HERE to see the article from Vanity Fair).
I am a loyalist. I've loved Dylan since 1962. Of course, I have all of his "albums"! I've told that Dylan wrote Just Like A Woman for ME so many times that I think that people believe that I actually believe it! I was very proud when he was awarded the Presidential Medal Of Freedom.
Gerald and I have seen Dylan in concert numerous times, but I've never been able to meet him. Those performances ranged from wonderful to god-awful, but I'm still the loyalist! I was always surprised by the audiences at those concerts because it was comprised of half: old people like Gerald and me and young people!
This is my favorite picture of Dylan.
Listen to the song he wrote for me (NO, I don't believe it)!
My client had leftover peaches; I asked, "Would you like for me to make a Peach Dump Cake to use these?" The wife said that she'd never heard of it but it sounded good. The daughter came while it was in the oven and the aroma wafting about certainly was nice. The daughter had told me previously that she DID NOT cook! She asked, "Did you make that from scratch?" I said, "Yes, but you CAN use a cake mix." She said, "I would have to buy sugar and flour if I made it from scratch!" I thought her saying she would have to buy sugar and flour was PRICELESS! Oh, excuse the pun: BUY/PRICELESS (but sometimes I just can't help myself!).
She took the recipe and she just sweetly e-mailed a copy to me.
