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I learned the Superman dance by Soulja Boy.

Paul and I arrived early at my family's house and while waiting for my mom and sister to return from a shopping trip we decided to learn the dance and perform for them when they returned. They were very pleased and gave us much clapping. I know the latest internet trend is to make a video of your performance, but my husband and I are content with our two-person fan base. Below is an instructional video for those who wish to learn the dance and become an internet superstar!

I know, the song is misogynistic. To counter this I will take this opportunity to formally announce my joining the boycott against Starbucks for their support of gender apartheid, which means their stores segregate genders in nations that allow this practice. The decision to boycott Starbucks is easy because I don't drink coffee, but it is mostly influenced by this Los Angeles Times article.

Why target Starbucks? Because they promote themselves as socially responsible. Their entire annual report is about how giving and wonderful they are. This is hypocritical when they are supporting a culture and tradition that promotes gross discrimination against women. Global corporations have taken stands on civil rights issues in the past and been agents of change. in 1988, Ford Motor Company took a stand on apartheid in South Africa and pulled their company out in support of international condemnation of the country's practice of segregation based on race.

Obviously, Starbucks cares more about making money than gender equality. At least some companies are willing to make a stand. Their direct competitor, Dunkin Donuts, does not allow gender segregation in their stores in the Middle East.

I like to call people on my way home from work. My commute is about 30-45 minutes, depending on traffic. I use my cell phone with a hands-free device, aka ear piece, and traffic is usually only going about 10 miles an hour so I'm always stuck following the flow behind the same car the entire time on the freeway. As soon as I leave work I will fix up my ear piece and set up my phone in the cup holder and then right after I have found my spot in my favorite lane (I swear it's faster than the other ones) I'll get out my cell phone and start dialing.

My husband is always first on my list. If he doesn't answer I will call back two more times in a row just in case he's running to the phone or he didn't hear it. I used to call over and over again until he yelled at me one time because he was in the bathroom and he thought I was in trouble or had an emergency because I kept calling. I only do it because he never hears his phone until I've called at least five times, but that's a topic for another post.

If my husband doesn't answer or I know he's busy and wants to work, then I start calling my mom, sister, and whoever else is in my phone book. My friends and family know about this and I feel have come to accept, even expect, my phone calls. In fact, now they ask right away, "Are you driving home?" I don't know if the rest of the world is aware of this, because my family doesn't seem to be, but driving home through traffic during rush hour is boring. You can't relax because some jerk is always driving dumb and cutting people off. All the music is the same on the radio and I can only stand about 20 minutes of NPR because by that time I've heard the traffic report three times already. I don't need a traffic report, I'm already in traffic. The traffic report is never different, just like the weather. Traffic is backed up from the split to Baseline and weather is hot and dry.

Anyway, I get a lot done during this time. I set up lunches, weekend outings, and dinner plans with my husband. Today Paul and I decided on steak and potatoes. This encouraged me to do the potato dance in the car. He couldn't see me, so I made sure to sing it for him:

I say, we can dance if we want to
We can leave your spuds behind
'Cause your spuds don't dance and if they don't dance
Well they're no spuds of mine
Potato Dance! It's the Potato Dance! It's the Potato Dance!
pPpP-oOoO-tTtT-aAaA-tTtT-oOoO.

Ha! in your face Quayle!