I probably harassed all of you at some point in time! Hee.
Prolly! Goodness knows, doing so would just make you fade into the crowd.
Nah. It wasn't that bad. Moments of truly horribleness, but mostly okay.
Let him do his thing, and then you get him out. No messing with him for laughs.
Mal ,'Ariel'
Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
beekaytee - May 04, 2005 4:58:15 pm PDT #7477 of 10001
Compassionately intolerant
Deena - May 04, 2005 4:58:55 pm PDT #7478 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
That's lovely, Aimee.
Erin, if you've got your certification, that means you could, conceivably, start teaching in the fall and take the last 6 hours in the evening, right?
Never complain, never explain.
I like this. It's my new mantra.
Doom DOOM DOOM doom. Yay Jen! (I feel oddly like a cheerleader. I need pom pons now.)
Vision therapy went okay. She was pleased to hear Aidan sing twinkle twinkle mumble mum and was horrified by the loss of one of her toys-- which we found after she left, of course. I made chili for dinner. I have a massive headache. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
sj - May 04, 2005 5:05:30 pm PDT #7479 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Headache~ma, Deena.
Deena - May 04, 2005 5:14:10 pm PDT #7480 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
Thanks. AD~ma to you.
sj - May 04, 2005 5:15:48 pm PDT #7481 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Thanks, Deena.
Atropa - May 04, 2005 5:32:02 pm PDT #7482 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
It's all Jilli's fault. When Joe asks me what the hell I spent 200+ Pounds on, I'll just give him Jilli's number.
I bet I can distract him by asking about Emma. Or zombies.
beth b - May 04, 2005 6:03:45 pm PDT #7483 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
He's also nudging me to skate again.
good DH
beth b - May 04, 2005 6:04:45 pm PDT #7484 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
sending out the ma~~ to katie B and the kitty whose name I have spelled three ways and they all look wrong
ChiKat - May 04, 2005 6:15:16 pm PDT #7485 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Jen, so doomed and it's fantastic!
...SHE DIDN'T FUCKING READ IT.
There must be something in the air. I had my final tonight (which I rocked on!) and stopped by my other prof's office to pick up my final project and paper. I emailed him yesterday to remind him that I'd be by tonight. Got there and he hadn't graded either yet.
He skimmed my 12 page paper, declared it great and gave me a 100 on it. Then, he skimmed my final project (a five part portfolio), gave me a wee bit of feedback, declared it great and gave me a 100 on it.
Now, I'm not gonna complain about the grades, but he in no way shape or form actually read my work. And, yes, this was an education class (secondary methods).
Deena - May 04, 2005 6:24:30 pm PDT #7486 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
I passed all my education courses without learning very much, unfortunately. It left me severely unsuited to actually teach.
Massive jobma vibes to Katie and hang-on-happy vibes to Chloe.