I read this in relation to the "Commies" discussion, and was like "Suzi is hoping she's pregnant? I had no idea!"

Oh, hell no! I love my children, but I'm done birthing babies. Done, done, done. I love snuggling them and then passing them back.

Had been on hold with the A's trying to sort out the ticket snaffu. Ended up having to go over to the Coliseum to pick up reprinted tickets. Fun!

Heh. I figured that out, after a sec, Suzi!

Nope, no civil war facial hair--he was clean shaven, and looking pretty darn good--he's more grey than the last time I saw him on screen, though. And Liam Neeson was very tall. And I couldnt' think of his name--my coworker was all "Hey, that guy looks like Pierce Brosnan!" and i was like "OMG, that IS Pierce Brosnan! And...and....that other famous guy! With him!"

I suck at recognizing famous people. I don't have that "radar". At spring training, I barely even recognize half my team and heaven forbid I bump into any of them in street clothes (was gonna write "out of uniform" but them my brain went to a dirty place).

Though I did bump (not literally) into Richard Gere while he was filming Bee Season. The film crew was a dead giveaway.

George Clooney may have been across the street from Trudy, but *I* was ten feet away from Pierce Brosnan and Liam Neeson!! At the Toronto airport (they must've been leaving the film festival there, they're in some bizarro sounding post-civil-war-america epic together, apparently)

meara, Pierce and Liam in one place. Talk about bogarting the pretty!

I just got back from Back-To-School night at Ben's new school. We had to follow the kids schedule. They switch classes now, and are in a big building, so they go far from their homeroom for gym, music, computer class, etc. The thing is, we had five minutes sessions (rathe than whole periods), and two minutes between classes. Every teacher kept us late (because really, five minutes wasn't enough for them to lay out their plans for the year), which made it physically impossible to get to the next class on time. I almost ended up ditching the music class. I felt about 14.

I am still at work, doing crap that I have done three-four times before to arrange (ha) travel. I've been looking forward to this conference and was thrilled when it was approved, but am beginning to wish I had never heard of it because of the ()&*& crap I'm having to deal with. I'm already two hours late at work, but tomorrow have to take leave in order to go straight to some training, since it starts 1.5 hours after work starts (theoretically, I could get an hour of work in before heading to the training). Bah. Again, I say bah! and humbug!!!

Worst of all, I MISSED THE SUNSHINE BECAUSE THESE IDIOTS MADE ME WORK. Argh!

eta: I guess there's a little bit of light and it's clear, so I'm off to see it before it all goes away.

So much work to do tonight. So little desire to do it. Why'd I pick a job with homework again?

Also, I think the eighth graders may be winning. I have no idea how to teach them anything at all at this rate.

I was flipping through Page Six Magazine at the salon yesterday (I have a *very* cute new haircut -- my brilliant stylist somehow managed to give me a pixie cut that actually works!!), and they had a spread of different "looks" and how to achieve them.

Their "goth tips" look involved baby pink lip gloss and electric blue eyeliner. On someone with chestnut-brown hair and warm peachy skin. I had to read it three or four times because I was sure I had to be looking at the wrong picture.

{{Emily}} Soon, we shall be in Vegas. Whee!

Their "goth tips" look involved baby pink lip gloss and electric blue eyeliner. On someone with chestnut-brown hair and warm peachy skin

blink. blink.

Huh.

Cannot believe anyone would just park in someone else's driveway. Our across the street neighbor has moved in with his girlfriend in a different hood, and it never occured to us to park in his driveway until we saw him out and he told us to. Rude!

Ticky box is beautiful, Plei.

I'm feeling gushy right now, and trying not to splode all over the thread.

Steph, if you get a chance could you email me? It may seem an odd request, but I have some questions, and I think you're the best person to ask.

ETA: Why does my southern accent not work with the flirty?

I have no idea how to teach them anything at all at this rate.

Teach them to fear you!

I recommend pinching them sharply on the underside of the arm. Very tender in there. Give it a little twist.