a poor family who wins the lottery isn't going to magically fit in with the people who summer in the Hamptons.

Nope, but they are going to fit in with other I guess brand new money. (Think Toby Keith's album title "White Trash with money".) It fits what you say, but ol Toby is not hanging around with a bunch of roughnecks, or people who play for tips in bars.

Economic class trumps social class a lot more than the other way around. Take a hypothetical. You may be "old money" but lose that money and the ability to pay dues, and you are out of that country club your family has been a member of for 20 generations. And if that old money country club won't let Bill Gates in, well he can buy his own damn country club. And your "old money" background won't get you into that one either.

But your example is also economic. Is the old money family who loses it all going to take up bowling and monster truck shows because they can't afford polo and opera? Their taste/values won't change as a result of an empty bank account, even if they can't indulge those tastes anymore.

Toby Keith is rich. But he is not what people are thinking about when they refer to the upper class. If anything, a title like "White Trash with Money" is basically a message to his fans saying, "I'm rich, but I'm still just like you ."

Oh, it's still fun to wave a new Natter, even if I knew it must be there by the time I came back for the morning (whitefont for ick you can only appreciate the benefits of, say, showering, changing your clothes, and, oh, brushing your teeth, once you spend two days straight in front of your computer with only a 2 hours nap you caught on two chairs put together - yes, the computers are still poisoned, I have to try to do whatever I can manually, and I'm so behind I'll meet my own back any minute now from the wrong end).

With his needs off my plate, I can concentrate more fully on the projects I have. He feels awful about the constant clashing, loves me, and said I'm valuable to the company and doesn't want to see me go.

I admit I skimmed the new Natter looking for an update, Allyson.

It's good to read that, at least for the time being - and for the symposium you put so much into, and maybe even through the difficult-to-find-a-new-job period - things seemed to relax a bit.

Now you can look for whatever you want and is best for you with somewhat less pressure, on your own terms, so whichever way you decide to go, I hope it'll at least be in a more peaceful and less stressful way through.

OK, back to work.

Note to self: No more Benadryl.

Besided the afternooon nap, I went to bed at 6:30 pm and woke up at Midnight. I'm folding laundry and catching up on Doctor Who at 2:30 am.

Today is going to suck with the gronk.

Oh, Cashmere, I'm sorry your sleep schedule went crazy.

I hope tomorrow [Edit: no, wait, it's already "today" for you, as well, huh? The timezones sometimes actually match, don't they?] will behave itself and be as minimally gronkified as possible.

Thanks, Nilly! The bonus is that I get to talk to you.

Oh, I'm afraid I'm a big ball of whines and computer-destroying and deadline-stomach-aching these days. So not so much with the pleasant conversationalist and the nice middle-of-the-night company. Sorry.

Hmm. How about an Owen and/or Olivia story to cheer me up? Yes, I'm selfish and needy.

Today Liv and I went into Owen's classroom to pick him up from school. When we walked in, he said, "Olivia, I'm so glad you're here!" and ran right up to give her a hug.

They're getting to a really cute stage. When they're not fighting, hitting or screaming about taking each other's toys, they are hugging, kissing and saying, "I love you."

They're getting to a really cute stage. When they're not fighting, hitting or screaming about taking each other's toys, they are hugging, kissing and saying, "I love you."

Awwww.

And hey Cashmere and Nilly and others that were here/may come soon.

When we walked in, he said, "Olivia, I'm so glad you're here!" and ran right up to give her a hug.

Oh, my, that should be in the dictionary next tot he definition of "adorable".

they're not fighting, hitting or screaming about taking each other's toys, they are hugging, kissing and saying, "I love you."

Do they manage to actually play together with the same toys, or is that still just something to hope for?