And really, do you care? They're strangers, and they're all probablly either boring or weird, so why should it matter what they think?

This, this, THIS! One of the core truths my Dad raised me with, which I thank him for, somewhere in the back of my mind, every day.

You're in the food court at the mall. Do you seriously look at every person there, grade what they're wearing, evaluate their body and makeup, and pass judgement on what they're eating?

When I was a teenager, I knew some girls for whom this would be their Saturday afternoon. They'd go in a pack to a mall food court and sit there pointing out all people they considered losers and telling each other why those people sucked so much. Hair, makeup, food, clothes--it was all fair game.

My life improved dramatically when I was no longer a teenage girl myself and realized just how much their opinions didn't matter.

bonny, I bookmark A LOT of your posts. There's often something that speaks directly into my life. So thank you for sharing your wisdom and your self with us.

THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS.

I think "oh, they must have a lot of storage. I want more storage"

Ha! My exact thought.

Today might be amusing. Emeline is hedging her bets that I won't take her to school in her pajamas since she refuses to get dressed. Sweetheart, never bet against a mommy who is years more stubborn than you are.

I have a friend who says that he won't buy toilet paper in bulk (like Costco) because he says that when people see the large amount of toilet paper, they think about how much you poop. I think he's ridiculous.

What it reminds me of is being 14 and buying tampons for the first time (or slightly older and buying condoms). But really, you should be over that shit by the time you leave high school.

Emeline is hedging her bets that I won't take her to school in her pajamas since she refuses to get dressed. Sweetheart, never bet against a mommy who is years more stubborn than you are.

Oh, Emeline. You will learn.

So, apparently when my boss said two days ago "here's the bibliography you need to scan and upload to the class' site" he meant "here's the list of topics of the classes I'll teach in this seminar. Now go and find bibliography on them, and start the seminar's site from zero".

The semester starts on Sunday. I'm really, really, really no expert on this seminar. It wouldn't be an issue if I'd know about this, say, a week ago, so I'll have the time to prepare.

Oh, and did I mention I meant to write papers until then?

Send ice-cream.

You know what improves a Monday morning commute? AC/DC's "Dirty Deeds" on the radio, and cranking it up, and head banging along to it and making the suit in the next car look at you uneasily. Hey, just because I drive a black car with a skull on top of the antenna is no reason to be antsy, dude!

Sends ice cream and cabana boys to Shir to do the website for her and give her back rubs and foot rubs.

smooshing ice cream through the intertubes for Shir