I held my second diversity session today. I was expecting about 10 attendees, and ended up with 15. It went well, though only one more person signed up to check out Crash.
I took a late lunch and listened to my iPod while I walked around the Tivoli parking lot, to, and around, the B500 parking lot, and then the walkway through the woods around the B500 complex.
I listened to the Wall Street Journal Reports: Hymowitz’s Women to Watch and An Update on Sarbanes Oxley podcasts.
I am going to go on a very short rant, addressed to country music songwriters.
<rant>Why do you continue to propagate bad grammar to the world? Don’t you know our children are listening to this stuff?
I am tired of hearing songs, some of them beautiful, ruined with phrases like, “He don’t love me no more,” which should be, “He doesn’t love me any more.” Is that so hard, really?</rant>
Dancing was fun tonight, and Jeremy taught us a new dance – The Boogie-Woogie Choo-Choo Train. This takes me up to 40 dances that I know. (And, yes, “The Train” is a different dance than this new “Boogie-Woogie Choo-Choo Train” dance.)
Robert and I tried a waltz to Rascal Flatts’ new song Skin, but it was too fast for our taste. I loved doing the Couples’ Cha-Cha with him, though. That’s one of my favorite couples’ dances.