It's funny to think about my parents, because when they met, their respective families probably had similar amounts of money even by then. But my mother's family had been rich, and my father's family had been poor, and all of my grandparents kept a lot of their childhood attitudes their whole lives.
Natter 41: Why Do I Click on ita's Links?!
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I'm the best daughter ever. I'm finagled my dad a poster of this [link] ,which he'd recently admired.
I made it all the way to 1pm without feeling the need to cut somebody.
I made it all the way to 1pm without feeling the need to cut somebody.
2006 is gonna rock!
Hey, I'd be happy to support an artist and/or musician husband whom I thought was talented (or amusing).
Sure. But the support-an-artist model is a pretty well accepted one, where the supportee's (supposed) genius gives them a social standing above their income. The same often applies for the whole class of Educated People Without Paychecks To Match (academics, clergy, Mother Teresa if she were a marriageable guy....) It's a lot more rare to support a gas-station attendant because he gives good foot rubs.
2006 is gonna rock!
Well, I woke up this morning with an idea for some SGA fic, so that was good. Now all I need to do is take out hits on the two morons who just made me see red, and we're back in business.
It's a lot more rare to support a gas-station attendant because he gives good foot rubs.
Hey, good foot rubs are an art!
(Signed, married a freelance writer who she met in film school and therefore has No Cred in this matter whatsoever.)
I just saw a Kansas City Star newspaper. Headline in huge print "12 miners found alive after 41 hours".
Yeah, there's the same headline on the Cincinnati Enquirer, and someone in my office said the New York Times had a similar headline.
Apparently the early editions of most major papers had headlines about the miners being alive.
Hey, good foot rubs are an art!
Well, sure. But sadly, the social capital machine hasn't caught on yet.
(Signed, he'll be a fencing master yet.)
I woke Joe up last night to tell him that they were alive.
He woke me this morning to tell me that they were dead.
I told him he's not allowed to call me with news like that again.
My heart is just broken for these families. I read an interview with one woman last night who said, "I knew I wouldn't have to tell my son, 'Daddy's not coming home.' It's a miracle."