Looks like I was a distracted ass. Congratulations on surviving your first year teaching, Erin!

You're not putting any carrots near my ass, lady!

It's like you're looking for phallic symbols.

To put in sentences next to your ass. It's your own fault.

I guess so.

ion, I taste fabulous.

Inasmuchas I taste of white chocolate and vanilla and honey and apricots and coconut cream, courtesy of Jessica Simpson's edible perfume, purchased in Seattle. I'm fuzzy on who Jessica Simpson actually IS, but I'm told she's some blonde hussy who unaccountably got the role of Daisy Duke in the Dukes of Hazzard movie. (Which is crazytalk, because Daisy totally needs to be a hot brunette. A blonde in those shorts is just crass; a brunette is sexy, because brunettes get extra seriousness brownie points for the hair colour, whereas blonde's automatically lose intelligence points and gain probably-a-tart points on the basis of THEIR hair colour. YMMV.*) Regardless, anyone who hatches the idea of a line of edible perfumes and moisturisers is a VERY smart cookie.

*and it worries me slightly that, upon reflection, this is essentially what Milan Kundera said in his novel The Farewell Party, because I found him pretty misogynistic. But I DO think that people make assumptions about women based on hair colour, cliched as it sounds.

I'm fuzzy on who Jessica Simpson actually IS, but I'm told she's some blonde hussy who unaccountably got the role of Daisy Duke in the Dukes of Hazzard movie.

Originally famous as a teenage singer, though I can't remember any song she sang now. Married to a singer from a boy band, though they're now either divorced or separated. Talked a lot about how she's a Christian and therefore wouldn't sleep with him until they were married. Had a reality show on MTV for awhile, where she was revealed to be an absolute ditz, or at least very good at acting like one. (Most mocked segment was when she tried to figure out if "Chicken of the Sea" brand tuna was fish or chicken.) In a magazine interview, her mother claimed that her IQ was 160.

And now I've got to go figure out how to reallocate some of this brainspace to something other than trivia about Jessica Simpson. Anything other than trivia about Jessica Simpson.

(Also, rumor was that she was wearing padding in those shorts, because her actual butt was too flat.)

t searches for brain eraser

(Most mocked segment was when she tried to figure out if "Chicken of the Sea" brand tuna was fish or chicken.)

Oh, bless! On our 2nd year of Big Brother we had a FABULOUS ditzy blonde who eventually won over most of the country, much against their will, with her disarming sweetness who came out with this kind of remark All. The. Time. Bless her. For a while I thought she was taking the piss, but eventually I concluded that, no, she really WAS that dumb. Bless. Very sweet natured wee thing, and painfully unworldly. I've forgotten most of her Helenisms, but I do remember her rather earnestly asking another contestant if the chickpeas were really made of chicken.

In a magazine interview, her mother claimed that her IQ was 160.

You know, I rather think that I'd love this to be true. I think it's probably not, but I'm very tickled by the prospect of somebody clever and hot (which I presume she is, more or less) deciding not to be a lawyer or to fight her way up to the boardroom, but instead to play the dumb blonde card in order to make as much money as she possibly can, and investing it cannily, and manipulating her image as seems appropriate to keep the cash coming in, and just sidestepping the whole glass ceiling thing entirely.

...'course, on the other hand it just feeds into the stereotypes and reinforces sexist attitudes and blah blah blah problematic cakes. But it does rather tickle me nevertheless, the notion of a fluffy sex kitten facade hiding a mind like a steel trap. It seems rather a Buffista thing, you know? Yes, there are tiaras and corsets, but then there's also Keats and programming and math and unarmed combat.

Could you yell at some people for me, too?

Absolutely! For you anything, AmyLiz. It’s kind of fun. I’ve already gotten to the bottom of the tassel issue. Emily WILL NOT be graduating without a tassel. I will make SURE of it.

I just woke up from my nap. I’m trying to decide when to go down and yell at the neighbors. I’m happy to make a list of everyone who needs yelling at today.

And, well, that’s as far as I got before needing another nap. Let’s try to finish catching up this morning.

PC, so sorry about the family mess. I have no advice, but wanted to offer my support.

Also, this doctor won't prescibe a IUD for me because I'm "too young" to be exposed to the completly TINY potential side effect of infertility. Which a) The IUDs on the market today are not really so much with the sterility side effects and b) uh, MY CHOICE.

Uh…uh…I’m kinda speechless. That’s just ridiculous!

Docs should let women be grownups and decide for themselves which risk they'd like to take.

This. Exactly.

I don't want to risk anything interacting with my BiP meds.

Aimee, this is why they put me on the NuvaRing, ‘cause you don’t have to swallow it, and therefore it doesn’t run into trouble in metabilization. So, that’s a possibility too.

I have no idea what my choices will be but I hope it's something other than the Pill. I'm terrible about remembering to take it at the right time.

Push for the NuvaRing. Really.

I have NINE June birthdays marked on my calendar, and half of those are family or in-laws. For the sake of my remembering any of them, I must insist that at least two of you move your birthdays to a less crowded month.

Done. My 30th birthday is on July 25. Does that work for you?

I survived my first year teaching high school! And have a contract to go back and do it all over again...in 2 1/2 months!

Go Erin!

I'll be happy with a C.

Awwwww…Suzi!

Hey, I'm going to start taking belly dancing classes this week! Thursday, to be exact!

So. Much. Fun!

Hence, the mildly freaking out.

Eek. I’m with ya! Good luck.

Woo! I'm actually ready early. Go figure. Maybe I'll go ahead and leave so I get a better seat in class today.

See you all on the other side!

Oh, bless! On our 2nd year of Big Brother we had a FABULOUS ditzy blonde who eventually won over most of the country, much against their will, with her disarming sweetness who came out with this kind of remark All. The. Time. Bless her. For a while I thought she was taking the piss, but eventually I concluded that, no, she really WAS that dumb. Bless.

Oh, heh, my old roommate Ian's girlfriend was like that. And I don't think she was stupid, exactly, but every so often she'd come out with stuff that - well. One that springs to mind is when we were at a bar eating shrimp cocktail and she was wondering aloud why they put plastic wrap on all the shrimp.

So many hundreds of messages to skim.

Yay Erin! Good to have that first behind you.

Today is our last day of school, after a week of doing nothing in class. DH has gone to Bobby's graduation because it takes place when I have to bring Brendon to school. Brendon's graduation thing is apparently closed to parents. Next year high school for Brendon and middle school for Bobby.

{{Sunil}} I know it's hard to strike a balance with the family, but you are doing a great job. Family is crazy making and you have to make your own decisions. It would be easier if you didn't care what your family thought and just did whatever you wanted to without considering your upbringing. It makes you a better man in my opinion that you do care and are considerate and understanding of their feelings.

My sisters and mother took belly dancing lessons. I have a DVD, but my dislike of my belly makes it not an option for me at the moment.

Birth control was a huge issue for me. BCPs gave me the deep black depression. My IUD came out, which well, just think labor pain. All the messy options were just yuck. DH#1 had a vasectomy to solve that issue. DH#2 and I wanted children, then stuff happened and children weren't an option. DH#3 and I wanted children so we didn't prevent it. Happy that I had such an early and uneventful menopause. Yay!

My son is pacing waiting for me to drive him to school. All year I had to drag him out of bed. The last week he now want to go to school.

Congrats Sean on getting past your fears!

Nora, what style of belly dancing are you taking?