ie, fear of the fist-sized, solid projectile coming towards your head at over 50 miles an hour (more for really good batters). One person's fear is another person's survival instinct.
In her case it's an entirely deserved learned response after the black-eye and getting hit in the shoulder at the plate. But she does know how to play already, and she was pretty fiercely intent on playing baseball (like her big brother) instead of softball. So just by her own standards it can't be seen as a big positive.
Dear Former Company,
I understand that in the two years since I have not been working at your establishment that I have been late with my COBRA payment twice. One of those times it was because the check got lost in the mail (I had to send a second check). The other time was last month when I forgot to mail the check I had written. I appreciate that my lateness happened just last month, but you do not need to send me an e-mail saying, "Your COBRA is due" five days before the actual due date. I do not mind reminder e-mails, but it's not due for 5 more days. I have to wait till I get my check. As soon as I have my money, you will have yours. Quit stressing me out.
Thank you ever so much,
vw
PS Tell Nora's job to be nicer to her.
I don't want to work today. Where's that sugar daddy? I feel deprived of my sugar daddy. I definitely feel that I could be a kept woman.
Haircut today. Didn't I *just* get it cut? That's the problem with short hair -- you have to constantly get it trimmed, which is annoying. I don't think a quarter-inch trim should cost as much as a big dramatic change lose-3-inches cut. But that's just me.
Did I mention I have no sugar daddy? This displeases me.
I cut my hair Saturday. Very low cost, I used my clippers to shave my head.
If you find the secret location of the sugar-daddy store, Teppy, be sure to let me in on it.
I cut my hair Saturday. Very low cost, I used my clippers to shave my head.
While I admire your frugality and motivation, I can say with all assuredness that clippers will NEVER come near my hair.
If you find the secret location of the sugar-daddy store, Teppy, be sure to let me in on it.
I think it's like Brigadoon. Our chance may have already passed.
For the best view out the window you should be as far away from the wing as possible. The seats all the way forward are best, but there aren't many of them, and they are often expensive (first class).
Heh. I just checked, and I'm near the wing. But less bumpiness is good, I suppose.
I still look for angels peeking from behind the white mountains around me when we fly through cuumulus clouds because even though I know better the darn things look so solid.
I wants Trudy for a travel companion.
you might find the book Window Seat: Reading the Landscape from the Air helpful
Oh, that sounds cool! I'm making a big Borders trip this week, I'll look for it. Also, I'm flying in an Airbus A319. I don't know what that means, but I'll guess it's small.
ION, yesterday my manager and I ended up having a discussion on the root causes of associate poor performance yesterday. I jokingly suggested that the root cause was ultimatly our own apathy, due to job hatred. After pausing to contemplate, we decided that this actually WAS the root cause. We haven't called it in to the district manager, though.
Oh, I miss the days when I could just run the clipper over my head and be done with it. Sigh.
OMG, I am so sore today!
I thought that I didn't do my exercise ball exercises very well -- but I did them well enough to be REALLY sore in the abs today.
Yikes.
I
knew
that I should have done the yoga routine afterwards!
