Talking to the Senator staff about privatization. Mostly, I was just diversity, you might say.

KB, I'm sorry to hear that none of the jobs came through. If you're thinking of trying out the one I pointed you towards a couple of weeks ago, double check with me about whether my contact will be there. She broke her face in 8 places in a flying accident and her jaw is wired shut at the moment.

I don't know that I'd put the second job down unless I had a better answer about why I had a second job than "dead broke." It's just not that interesting to employers.

A lot of people don't look carefully at things - I had an internal interview once where the head of the practice looked at my multiple jobs and commented that I seemed to change jobs a lot. I had to point out that they were concurrent with nothing less than three years duration. If I'd been an outside candidate, i.e., if the job wasn't already mine, I might've been done right there.

Aims, the Em photos are SO cute!

Those Emeline pictures are so cute.

I just got back from trying to find a dress to wear to a friend's wedding. It's an Orthodox wedding, which means skirt past the knees, sleeves at least to the elbows, and relatively high neckline. It is so difficult to find stuff like that this time of year that doesn't look way too old for me, and the few things that I did find didn't fit right. If I can't find anything, I'll probably go with a long sleeveless dress and find a cardigan that sort of matches, but there really aren't that many long dresses this year that aren't evening gowns, anyway.

Timelies. I've been working all day. ~ma and hugs and love to everyone. I read, and ~ma'd like mad as I did it.

Cindy made me sniffle. I always hated that pooh story. I don't like magic to end.

For your amusement, a story: First: Aidan usually has a very high-pitched sweet angel voice. It's very charming when he's being cute.

So, I was just changing Aidan. He's gotten very good at getting diapers off while still wearing his clothes, which we haven't discovered until his pants are wet, so we switched to pull-ups (aka britches in our house), which he hasn't yet conquered. He got very upset with me when I went to put the clean ones on, total kicking screaming got away from me and started to run thing. I said, "Oh, blast it, hold still! I have to put on your...your.. britches!" Just as I said britches he shouted in a darth-vader voice of doom, "PANTIES!"

(sits around admiring the cat and thinking about sightseeing)

-t, how many bookshelves do you folks have, anyway?

Aidan is of the cute with his lil manties.

PS - Sparky, what with the cost of transport and hellacious commute times, I'm still hoping to work in Alameda County.

Jilli can be like Steve Martin. Have the cards made up and it will take care of the problem.

Cindy, NO FAIR MAKING ME WEEPY!!!

Just as I said britches he shouted in a darth-vader voice of doom, "PANTIES!"

Heh. Boys can wear panties. But we call them "britches", too. Or, more commonly, "shitty britches".

"Alameda" always makes me think of Chekhov in that Star Trek with the whales looking for "nuclear wessels" there and the people are all "WTF?"

Yup, that's scene is the now-defunct Alameda Naval Air base.