Hee. Guess it is the life of involved teachers for that. I do think it is so cool you chap'd prom and are doing cheer. The latter was so far out of my sphere it was a pyramid, but a coach like you? Awesome.

I wish you could see the place. My crappy pictures don't do justice. Next DC student thing (I forget the program.)

Close Up.

Yeah. I guess it is part of the job. It doesn't make it less weird.

Newp, it doesn't. But, bad as it is for me to admit, it's amusing to watch. And I love getting the opportunity to know your trials and tribs as a teacher. What can I say? I'm a daughter of teachers.

Which is where I note that one of the guys I work with/harangue most? Is now officemate with one of my dad's former grad students/guy who got the bonus when the company hired me for passing my resume along. Gonna be interesting, being me (unh, irreverent is the least of the terms used to describe my relationship with H) in front of a guy who first met me when I was FOUR and is a manager. I've had childhood meltdowns in front of this dude.

I've missed you, Kat.

I love little boys. And my parents. From my mom:

Discussion in backseat between J [bro]& D[neph] about a green bug turned into a discussion about whether it was a bug or a flying booger. K[my dad] asked if D was going to eat it and D said, "Who would want to eat ...a nice little green bug?" And then K asked, "Do you eat boogers?" and the response was, "Not somebody else's, that's gross!"

Timelies all!

Our dance group had a performance at the Zoo this evening.(The SCA barony we're associated with had a medieval village set up for the Zoo's Guppy Gala)

Tomorrow will be errands.

Sunday we're planning to go to the Potomac Celtic Festival.

sarameg, you never said why you were mad at ITAR. Have you been exporting munitions again?

ITAR may be making my life difficult in a new and different way. All because I deal with a public satellite with peculiar public access rules. You can't blow anything up with my satellite . Can crash it into Australia, I guess?

Ah, JPL how I've missed you. Two postdocs with expiring visas you say? At 4pm on a Friday? I shall rescue.

ITAR is a thorny hatful rat's nest, sarameg.