Well, as we know, my dad was made of awesome, and I always appreciate the opportunity to share that :)
Your dad was absolutely made of awesome, and I love the stories you tell about him.
Womack ,'The Message'
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Well, as we know, my dad was made of awesome, and I always appreciate the opportunity to share that :)
Your dad was absolutely made of awesome, and I love the stories you tell about him.
Thanks, Barb!
Vortex, I love the lip or ear thing, and your dad was absolutely made of awesome.
I am so stealing the "lip or ear" remark. In fact, I think we should use it here.
Vortex's dad was made of so much awesome. I miss him too.
I like the QC bros.
I, too, get very uncomfortable at strong-criticisms-out-of-anger. I don't mind it as much here, where I feel protected by the online bubble, but I am constantly wincing when friends make what are in my opinion overly-strong statements out of frustration. Recently, a teacher friend who had inherited some documents from an older teacher (which is, after all, awesome and generous of the original teacher) was understandably annoyed that the documents were all in Comic Sans. I can see that. But his statement "I think anybody who uses Comic Sans should have their teaching licenses revoked!" made me wince. Sure, he was joking, and frustrated that he needed to change the font on all the documents to reflect his view of professionalism. But the overboard nature of the comment really hit me.
Cereal to add: his particular hatred of Comic Sans partially stems from students turning in documents that use it, again understandably, so I think he feels that a teacher using it is bad modeling. But still.
Holy shit, I have gotten my exercise in today, mental and physical.
Wrote 734 words for blog post, read All The Emails, made brownies, did load of wash, power-cleaned entire downstairs, moved all dead plant planters off front porch.
Friend coming over at 3:30. It's 2:05 -- now for shower, quick run to wine store and folding/putting away laundry, including placing out fresh guest towel, throw rugs and table runners & throwing a clean tablecloth on dining room table.
(I washed the tablecloth a couple of days ago, but knew if I actually put it on the DR table, it would be covered with cat hair and/or possible hairball by now.)
Looking FORWARD to that glass -- or 5 -- of wine!
Oops.
A friend of mine just posted a "OMG Michele Bachman wrong on vaccines" thing, and one of his friends posted a comment in response about "thimsal" and the harmful side effects of the vaccines, etc.
I posted that it's thimerosal, and that there isn't any in the HPV vaccine (at least, not in Gardasil, I didn't check the other one).
...then I realized it was not the friend I thought, posting, it's someone else (whose name is similar, when skimming, and who is normally much less likely to post political rants). And the much less close friend, I don't feel comfortable calling people out in her FB comments. Oops.
Well, the day's drawing to a close here. I hope everyone has this much fun this weekend.
eta: warning! loud music!
That put a smile on my face Todd. Thanks.
::SNORT:: Dunno about that much fun, but I am competing for the second time this weekend. Small local gig that's just half a step above a studio showcase, but it's good practice because come early November, I'm going to be doing this:
(Warning: cheesy music/video alert)