juliana - my undying thanks - yet again. Yummy sounds are coming from my iPod.
I want to torture you. I used to love it, and it's been a long time. I mean, the last time I tortured someone, they didn't even have chainsaws.
Angel ,'Chosen'
Spike's Bitches 31: We're Motivated Go-getters.
[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.
SuziQ - Jun 23, 2006 6:59:51 am PDT #1356 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Lee - Jun 23, 2006 7:02:31 am PDT #1357 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Le woot. I think you should come to Vegas in September to celebrate.
Yes, this.
Vortex - Jun 23, 2006 7:02:40 am PDT #1358 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
Veggies and tofu only ever amount to a snack for him.
sits next to sparky's DH
juliana - Jun 23, 2006 7:05:33 am PDT #1359 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Yummy sounds are coming from my iPod.
Mmmmm. Kane or Corb?
Toddson - Jun 23, 2006 7:05:37 am PDT #1360 of 10001
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
Happy birthday Teppy! May it be full of good things.
And, piggy-backing on the good wishes - graduation for me was high school and college, nothing for kindegarten or elementary school. A lot of the people I went to HS with didn't go on to college, so it was their only one.
And Sparky - and other librarians - I used to see someone in my neighborhood with a "Conan the Librarian" t-shirt.
SuziQ - Jun 23, 2006 7:07:56 am PDT #1361 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Kane at the moment. I put all the stuff you sent onto a playlist, so it bounces around.
Yesterday's workplace headdesk continues. GAH.
Fred Pete - Jun 23, 2006 7:13:04 am PDT #1362 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.
But seriously people - sausage packaged to look like soccer balls? FIFA soccer ball shaped cereal?
Kitsch should never be taken seriously.
Deena - Jun 23, 2006 7:23:08 am PDT #1363 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
Tep, I hope this is the best birthday ever.
I must admit that the only reason Nick had a kindergarten graduation (during the last day of school, took about a half hour) is because I planned it, organized it, bought the little certificates and made the little mortarboards and tassels. No one there had ever heard of such a thing, but both of my younger siblings had one and it was cute, so I did it, and the other parents also thought it was cute, and brought video cameras and such, and it was the only graduation Nick had, so... um... there.
Polter-Cow - Jun 23, 2006 7:24:23 am PDT #1364 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Happy birthday, Teppy!
Unless you've had enough of that.
Topic!Cindy - Jun 23, 2006 7:24:40 am PDT #1365 of 10001
What is even happening?
Ben's class did something like that in kindergarten, but it was more a performance of patriotic songs, etc., than a "moving on" thing. I don't know why I'm being cranky about it. Possibly because it was at 8 a.m.
Why in kindergarten? Did they switch schools for first grade, or something? Ben's just finished fourth grade, but here, middle school starts in fifth (which is way too early and a rant for an entirely different day). It was more of a performance/party than a ceremony.
Well, they're out. Ben got as good and/or better grades in every subject. Three other children from his fouth grade class will be in his middle school room (one other boy and two girls, both of whom are "okay, I guess" for girls), which is great, because we're coming from the smallest elementary school in town.
Julia got the same (great) grades, although she was also graded in some areas for which she hasn't received grades, before. She did well in those areas, as well.
It's over, and I'm so so so so so so glad. I bet the only people more happy than I am are the teachers.