Ok, brenda, my sympathy level has gone down a bit. I was wondering how you knew he was locked in. I was picturing a porta-potty wobbling back and forth, which was eliciting an interesting combination of sympathy and mirth.
'Shindig'
Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams.
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.
ita, lee, sarameg: Need you to read through my story about Catalina for accuracy and to make sure you're okay with what I've written.
maybe you'll get lucky and you can hit someone in the shoe stores.With this? I might enjoy shopping.
With this? I might enjoy shopping.
This is what you people miss out on by not taking the NYC subway.
ita, lee, sarameg: Need you to read through my story about Catalina for accuracy and to make sure you're okay with what I've written.
Which is an example of why this book is going to be about 500 times more factually accurate than your average NY Times articles "straight reportage" piece..
This is what you people miss out on by not taking the NYC subway.I only have strange people invading my space (okay, it's crowded) and talking to me (the hell?) a lot on the NYC subway. I had no idea I was missing violence-tinged shoe shopping.
I didn't get to hit anyone. I left a little late because the test-giver and one of the test-takers [small break taken to call another test-taker] were giving me their versions. Apparently only two of them were in any shape to put fighting gear on.
ANYWAY, just about the whole mall was closed by the time I got there. I got a backup pair of white sandals from Robinsons May, and stood at the entrance to Nordstrom and describe my category of shoe (thank you, Zappos, for giving me a rigourous set of metadata), and the lady shrugged and named some brand that made her wince. So I added "pretty!" to the search criteria, and she came up empty. Which wasn't surprising, since Robinson's May only had two, and they weren't even that pretty.
But everyone was nice, so no excuse to hit.
Okay. Time for pork chop.
Allyson--fire it on over.
It's still pouring here. Supposedly 3 inches tonight.
Allyson, got it. Whee!
I'll look up my hs stats tomorrow (too lazy, oh god too lazy with google?) tonight. But I'd be shocked if it turns up anything less than majority hispanic. When I was in elementary, I got all offended when some girl called me gringa. Dude! I was so not.... oh. I really hadn't thought myself at all different from my peers, other than I was a nerd. I really suspect I didn't know that I was anything but hispanic until fairly late. It wasn't an issue. I do know that my standard of beauty is biased towards hispanic- dark hair, eyes, skin. When I moved to NC for school, I felt really out of place until I realized my issue was there were so many white people. Black/afam didn't ping me, it was somewhat foreign (my part of NM, until recently, had very very few so I sort of was conscious of that aspect.) I just didn't expect so few hispanics!
We've had so much rain the past weekend, the froggies and toads have come out. I go outside and I hear the wheeerk?wheeerk?
In NM, everytime it rained, there was a cacophony of toad singing. It makes me happy. Go wee froggie! Procreate!
Also? My bed is so sexy. Dev was clawing at my sheets on the corners, which, being $70 sheets, annoyed me. So I carved up a box and coated the pieces in foil and shoved them over the corners. It crinkles. Ah well, it should cure her.
I decided I couldn't deal with the cats for a little while, so I am locked into the guest room, Perkins is locked into my bedroom, and Ozzie has the rest of the house.
I'm getting stuff done, at least.