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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.
There's nothing intrinsic in doctor that makes them an entrepreneur--some are and some aren't.
Truck accidents from the site tommy linked to above--no corpses or anything, just cars and trucks in weird places. Some have to be manips or results of pranks.
Is a doctor an entrepreneur?
I'd agree with the co-worker, and note that it sounds like we've got different definitions of "entrepreneur" -- what you're describing, to me, is "small business owner", which isn't in any doubt. "Entrepreneur" connotes something more like innovation, new ventures, and the like.
Ah, amych, I think you're right. I tend to think anyone who's started a business is an entrepreneur. And actually, I think that's how we've tended to define it as an organization. Hm.
No.... this is another woman at the start of the conversation!
Yeah, I was about to say, "OMGWTF anorexic ideation?!"
I am so bored. So bored!
I'm making Aimee's pot roast for dinner RIGHT NOW!
My morning went thusly:
1) Cancelled gym appointment (for daycare) because kids were being heathens.
2) Heathen 2 bit Heathen 1 right on the cheek.
3) Heathen 1 threw a toy and broke a light fixture in his room, subsequently cutting his finger on the piece of glass.
4) Called DH home to watch Heathen 2 while I took Heathen 1 to the ER to have the cut checked by a professional. Professional opinion was that the cut was a 'tweener. If it was a tad worse, it'd have called for stitches. We opted out of steri-strips or surgical glue due to Heathen's sensory issues.
5) Stopped to get McDonalds for lunch.
6) Threw together pot roast.
Now I'm either ready to collapse or take the kids to Target.
Who's a cute widdle cephalopod? You're a cute widdle cephalopod! Yes you are! Yes you are!
I'm making Aimee's pot roast for dinner RIGHT NOW!
Yay! Course now I want it even though I had it this week already.
Go Target, choose Target!
I need a red purse for Saturday night. t /random
Finished eating! nap nap nap nap
Now I'm either ready to collapse or take the kids to Target.
If I had kids, I'd probably collapse on them after that day.
I'm not a shoe person (I probably wear no more than five pairs in the course of a year--seriously!), but I'm debating buying these ballet flats in copper. Any opinions, and am I paying too much at $34?