Writing About Nothing

I have 4 insignificant things that I would like to record tonight:

1) I had a very enlightening discussion today about the definitions of the words "taco" and "burrito." You see, I was getting confused because down here they call anything in a tortilla a "taco," no matter what the size or the contents of the stuffing are. I was confused because it seemed to me that in Colorado we call food made with small tortillas "tacos" and things made with big tortillas "burritos." Well, all the people here seem to think that a "burrito" is something small and fried. I told them they were wrong, but then they reminded me that they invented the tortilla, so the conversation stopped there.

2) Back at my parents' house, all of my brothers and sisters (except the 12 year-old) are gainfully employed now. One brother is busing tables at a Chinese restaurant, another brother is at Best Buy, and my sister is a "lube tech" at a Dodge dealership somewhere. I think all of these are fine jobs for each of them, and I would also like to add that this actually quite a momentous occasion. I mean, I knew they would all have to work sometime, I just didn't quite seem likely or possible. Good for them.

3) One of my co-workers told me today that it looked like the kids were driving me "violent." That is a problem. I think I need to practice yoga or zen meditation or something. Maybe I could just go the Seinfeld route and start shouting "serenity now!" in the middle of class.

4) I would also like to say congratulations to the Rockies. I wish I could be in Colorado for the World Series. Kick Ass!