Star date: Today.

And this fine day has very many fine things in it: Worldview. Discussing politics with the BBQ/gas-station/trading-post proprieter (liberal, had Carson signs, threw away Mrs. E's Coburn signs and made her all mad, and charges a fortune for everything). Karate this evening. Trying to figure out the RI's new boards. Painting Caleb's toenails blue because Dad is out of town only to find out that plans changed and now he'll be home this evening. Word of the day emails. Life is just so much fun! Now I shall expound on some of these fine things.

I had Worldview this morning. Sarah brought in a GIANT chocolate chip cookie as a surprise for Haley's birthday. We talked about the history of the Westminister confession, a little review about the Tudor and Stuart family dynasties, the 5,6, and 7th chapters of Book One of Calvin's Institutes, and people mistaking ages. Did you know that Sam's sister, Wink, was mistaken for Coburn's mother? Which is positively ridiculous. Wink isn't much older than Dad and Coburn's mother must be in her 80s. And then we all compared stories about having our siblings mistaken for our offspring and Isaiah's dad perpetually being called Abbey's grandad (he's her dad.)

We left a little late for co-op but I was positively dying for a Dr. Pepper (A frog has taken up residence in my throat) so we skipped announcements to go to the rotten store that I had promised myself never to go to again. I must have already had a Dr. Pepper when I said that. When I came in the proprieter and his customer (Jebediah Luther Hall, 20 years younger. Eric, if you don't know about Jeb and Hezekiah-ask your mom.) were talking politics, namely how terrible it's going to be now that Bush is elected. The customer suggested the other dude should run for office sometime, and he replied with some remark along the lines that he would when he was rich and had the media in his pocket like Bush. By then I was at the check out line and ended up giving him a speel (sp?) about volunteers and grassroots campgain, mentioning that I didn't want him to run because he was a liberal and ending with 'You look like a likable guy, despite being a democrat. I bet you could find some volunteers and run.' I then pocketed my change and turned to leave only to see Mrs. Con. with a 'you-tell-him' look and holding back her laughter. I hadn't even heard her come in. I very meekly said, 'Oh! Hello, Mrs. Con.! Does this mean I've missed announcments?'

I get to help with the first class this evening and go over ten-no with Mr. M.. I'm already getting nervious about testing, particularly breaking.

Did you know that discomfit is not the opposite of comfit? Comfit is a candy, containing a nut or a piece of fruit. Mama says taking away somebody's candy would make somebody discomfitable (is that a word?) so maybe they are related. Oh, and chortle is a combination of chuckle and snort coined in the late 1800s in the book 'Through a looking glass'. I think that was the book's name...

I've been on way too long! My closing shall be that I'm very glad to hear that Colin Powell is leaving!