We are having pizza pie as our pi day pie.
Natter 65: Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
She wants to take a course in dental hygiene, but must take it full-time, which means not being able to work enough hours to support herself, which means she needs some kind of financial aid that will pay some of her living expenses. I've been looking, but this is not my area of expertise.
Depending on what the tuition is, and what her living expenses are, she may be eligible for enough in federal student loans to make that possible. Her age makes it tricky though - she may be on the young end where they still expect a parental contribution.
ita, Hec's been telling me to do that for a couple of weeks now. I just have to nerve myself up to it--it's awkward being only a very occasional poster/mostly lurker and saying, "Hey, people I don't talk to very much [albeit because Typepad craps out on my work computer and I can only post from home]! You, people I don't talk to very much, seem to be teetering on the brink of disaster but I know how to fix it!"
Curse you, Teppy. Hec just got home and started a pot of his delicious veggie chili, and now I want oatmeal.
Oh, yeah, and there was the time I woke up at 2am going 70 mph on the interstate between Knoxville and Nashville, headed right for the flimsy guard rail, beyond which was a gazillion-foot sheer drop off a mountain. If you want to believe in guardian angels, there's a little piece of evidence for you.
Although I was a pretty boring youth, one of the things I did regularly was sleep while driving on my way home. I commuted 45 minutes to college, worked 40 hours a week and was a double theatre/english major. Which led to me driving home around 2 am, and needing to be back at school around 7 am. There was this one stretch of road that was just a long country road, and I would purposefully sleep while driving it. I don't even know how I am not dead.
Does anyone know of such financial aid, or where I should look for it? I really want to help this kid out; she's smart as hell and really deserves a chance at a better life than she can get where she is now.
What state is she in?
I ate oatmeal twice this weekend, even though I don't prefer it. Much like going to the gym and reading books about personal finance, it's good for me and I'm no longer young enough to avoid it.
Peter Graves is dead. ::sniff::
Curse you, Teppy. Hec just got home and started a pot of his delicious veggie chili, and now I want oatmeal.
Ooooh, veggie chili! Have oatmeal for breakfast tomorrow, and dig in on the veggie chili. Yum!
I vote "ew." It's possible that Olympic level athletes might be limber or strong enough to comfortably use one of those benches for that purpose, but there ain't enough bleach in the world.
I just kept imagining athlete's foot in some very uncomfortable places.
I just kept imagining athlete's foot in some very uncomfortable places.
I think they call that jock itch.