I had the best lunch.

I am so jealous.

t goes back to "lunch" of carrots, celery, and tomatoes (yes, they were on the vine)

I went to the farmers' market last night and everything looked so good! fresh fruits and vegetables, baked goods, cheeses, even soap! I went a little overboard (thyme scones! lettuce! cherries! cherry sables!), but it just looked so good.

Thai has failed to materialise. I must go anywhere other than the cafe in this building. The food in there is killing me with it's slightly heavy sameness.

I am so jealous.

Well the best aspect is I can walk from work regularly to replicate this lunch. though it would be too expensive to do so. But it was of the yum.

I must go anywhere other than the cafe in this building.

I can understand that. In the 6 years I've worked in the district, I can count on one hand the number of times I've eaten food provided on campus. And even then, it was pizza that the district had purchased from Pizza Hut.

I slipped in class today and said something rude and inappropriate. A girl whom I'd never really taken a good look at it when she was not seated at a desk, complained about being fat as she walked up to my desk to turn something in. She's not fat. Just pregnant. I sort of pointed that out.

Also, learned a new term today: Anchor Baby. It's the baby that some teen illegal immigrants are convinced to have to anchor them to the US so they won't be deported. Sick.

Holy Crap. Tim Russert died at work.

Also, learned a new term today: Anchor Baby. It's the baby that some teen illegal immigrants are convinced to have to anchor them to the US so they won't be deported. Sick.

IME, the usage is more the baby that some teen illegal immigrants anti-immigration ranters are convinced to that all illegal immigrants come here specifically to have to anchor them to the US so they won't be deported. That's certainly where I keep hearing it come up.

But it's not like I'm tied in to the immigrant community like I was when I used to work with refugees, so I can't say on that. I guess I can see the term being used on both sides, actually.

Ugh, either way, for the formers' attitudes and the latters' situation.

ETA: Sorry! Forgot to close a tag.

Happy Birthday, Dylan!

Brenda, I had never heard it before. It came up in a convo at a school site (not the one I'm at) about the fact that the pregnancy rate at the school had gone from 2 last year (and 3 I think the year before) to 8 or 9 this year. They were discussing the clinic they've had on campus etc. etc.

And I was thinking about how it compares to parachute kids (kids who are dumped in a multimillion dollar house in a good neighborhood with a maid and lots of money whose parents go back to a home country to live while the kid attends high school here).

how do I get that gig?