I think I am McDing for lunch. I am going to try to get to one while staying underground, but I have yet to figure out how to get from the concorse in my building to the one with the McD. Unsurprisingly, I am drawing maps of them.

A a quasi baby name geek, I can't help mentioning that the list everyone was looking at was of babies born to people who are registered for babycenter.com, so assume some demographic selecting.

Thanks Flea! That makes sense. The names, to me, seemed to skew sort of... yuppie? preppy? whitey? Something.

Sometimes Ellie likes to wear two pairs of panties because she can't decide which pair she wants to wear.

That is so cute I could die. At her age I would insist on the bows on my dresses being tied in front so I could see them.

::passes coffee through the internets to Kat:: you're a good mom.

Sure, its not like you let medical books fall on their heads t /not actually grey's spoiler

I combat it by telling myself that the chances are no one else remembers it.

Yeah, I figure I reminisce about me a lot more than anyone else does (except maybe my mom), and so have much better recollection of the things that should be forgotten.

I want a taco, dammit! Unfortunately, the taco situation here is grim. Taco Bell makes a better taco than our local Mexican place.

I went to the grocery store to fill our water cooler bottles because I is cheap, and they had Clementine's on sale for $3.29 per box. They were like $9 last week. The office now smells divine with all of us munching them. Yum.

So, my niece has been staying with us, getting ready to move into a local college. She is the one with the sunstance-abuse history--she's been through rehab three times and is only 20, but has been sober since October, her longest stint yet. She has been incredibly excited about starting school again nad has been talking about second chances and proving herself, etc. Orientation was yesterday and, you guessed it, we think she went drinking afterwards. She didn't seem drunk, but something was up and she smeeled like alcohol.

We were up all night trying to figure out if we mention it to her or whether that's a waste of time. She moves into the dorm today and I foresee her failing once again. It just makes me want to scream and cry and shake her, but all that's been done.

Do any of you say "an house", because that is still just weird to me...

My understanding is that nearly all of the H words that get "an" are derived from French. (Honor, historical, etc. Not house.) So at least it's not totally random.

so I am not sure that she even knows how to use email or that you actually need an email address.

ow this hurt my brane.

As bad as this is, it's so much better than when this happens when you're trying to go to sleep (or when you wake up in the middle of the night).

FB is me. And Gud. Granted, my family still brings up things we did when we were in grade school as evidence of our character, so I can't imagine why I'm prone to such... I hate that feeling of "oh my god, I can't believe I did that." I like the feeling of "oh well, wouldn't do that now." so much better. It just takes a minute to get there.

that is a pretty corset - though the effect the tails have is a little not-what-I-want-enlarging-my-tush.

Gah, that's tough. Because freshman orientation and dorm life have got to be just about the hardest environment in these circumstance, I'd think. But I'm not sure bringing it up with her would accomplish anything more than making her defensive and stressing things out worse. Ugh.

Oh, Scrappy.