Spike's Bitches 25 to Life
[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.
or having a personal problem that I needed to mindfuck to death...uh, talk through
Sentences like this are why I (heart) erika so much.
I am all officially hired and salaried now.
Spending the next hour or two watching old Forever Knights. As much as I adore this show, I have to admit that some of these episodes really sucked.
I am also nursing an ouchy sunburn from the weekend. If I could handle cool baths, a cool bath laced liberally with aloe would be lovely.
I think that is all.
Amy,
It's non-fiction. Based on my treatment process, which I call Innerstory™. The process is based in 'understanding, embracing and rewriting your Innerstory™. And it's organized around what, so far, I've called Bj-isms...these short, snappy (often funny) phrases that help people replace habits of thought and speech that keep them stuck in old patterns. Sample: Our families teach us the songs and, when we grow up, we hire a different band to play them.
I absolutely love presenting the material in workshops and with individual clients. And I've got a TON of it...so I'll definitely need a good editor.
I hope to write the book, and teach from it to reach a broader audience.
There is not much I love more than hearing an old client, or a former student say, "X was happening, but I reminded myself [fill in the Bj-ism] and I was okay." I get choked up every time!
Not for nothing do I say I am Tim Bayliss, Cass.
Anyone who's known me longer than six weeks has had occasion to say "Please, God, you need to stop." at least once.
The mention of Forever Knight sent me off into a dream state. Now I'm going to follow it up with actual sleep. 'Night Bitches.
I'd so read BJ's book.
Hurry up and write it, please.
Hey, folks. Feeling overwhelmed. Not sure I know the math I need to. Got a bad grade.
We don't like bad grades, my precious, no we don't, they makes us doubts our self worth, yes they doesssss....
skippyskippy
Back from NC and then Comic-Con. Much fun was had. I added Xander, Darla, and Glory to the yearbook. I'm such a geek. Anyway, hi!
We don't like bad grades, my precious, no we don't, they makes us doubts our self worth, yes they doesssss....
It wasn't in polynomials was it? I couldn't take that.
Is it any consolation today that I thought, "Damn, Emily has found herself the perfect hair color. She looks sooooo good."
No, it was in backwards designing a lesson plan. Apparently my enduring understandings and essential questions were too broad. Which makes me kind of indignant because it seemed to me the whole point was to get us to come up with bigger concepts than "Students will understand the difference between integers, rational numbers, and real numbers and which numbers belong to each" and so in trying to meet that goal I ended up with "Different mathematical situations use different number systems. The rules governing operations in different number systems vary but are consistent within a system" and "Do numbers have a reality independent of our perception? In what ways is math a language? Why are the rules different for different number systems?"
You maybe shouldn't get me started. I'm probably upset because I spent a ridiculous amount of time on this and really thought I'd gotten somewhere, so it makes me feel not just bad because I don't like getting a low grade (which I don't) but also, you know... stupid. Cause I missed the point.
Also, no one seems to notice that my hair's changed color except you guys and my roommates. But I certainly do appreciate it, Hec.
Annabel is getting so big! She looks a lot less like a baby and a lot more like a little girl.
I swear she's had a growth spurt sometime in the last week or two. She's
huge.
I substituted in the infant nursery at church on Sunday, and it was a shock to handle a 3-month-old and a 9-month-old. When I'd go to pick them up, I'd gather my strength the way I do to lift Annabel, and it was like picking up a sack of feathers when I was expecting flour or rice.
She likes throwing balls and is starting to master her giant baby legos. I'm not so worried about her not talking as I was, though I do wish she'd start so I could have some idea what's going on behind those Knowing Looks she's so good at. But it's clear she's super-observant and is just biding her time. Plus, I'm starting to get the distinct sense that she's a kinesthetic and/or spatial thinker, though where she got that from our DNA I have no idea--there are days when I have more bruises from not paying enough attention to my surroundings and therefore tripping over or walking into things than she does from just being a toddler!