Whoo! I am tired. Talking for five hours straight will do that for ya'.
We woke up late this morning, so nearly missed the intern, but we have seen his 'rents and seen him safely off to Indiana. And we have the van back, whoo, although it smells like boy and is very dirty and needs an oil change. It did in fact have a full tank of gas, which I am crediting to the parents.
And then we got to our seminar and it was reasonably well attended and went very well. But it was very fatiguing! Now I would like to lie very still for a while.
I was driving behind a Mini the other day that had a bumper sticker that said "Actual Size." Love!
Woo, I just ran a bunch of errands, and now the fridge is fully stocked for the first time in two weeks. YAY.
-t, thanks! My seniors are reading Beowulf, and it's been hard slogging for them, so I'm hoping this paper will turn out some creative interest and some great reading.
Talking for five hours straight will do that for ya'.
Fo shizzle. If I didn't get snow days and summers off, I would really be irritated, because my husband makes 20K more than me, I teach my ass off, talking and walking from 7 am to 4 pm (at least), and then I come home and grade and work on lesson plans for at LEAST an hour a night (more usually about 3) and I work on school stuff about 5-8 hours on weekends.
And he works from 6-2:30 and is...done.
Yeah. My head is totally killing right now. I love it. I really enjoyed the material we were teaching today. We had a great and responsive class. And still? So done.
I hate driving around Minis, because most of the ones I see on my commute are not quite as small and nimble as their drivers seem to think they are, and I've seen a few accidents and a hell of a lot of close calls as a result.
My Roadmaster could eat three Minis for breakfast and still manage a sweet turning radius.
Man, I am really out of shape. I think I hurt myself carrying groceries home from the store.
Okay, on the offchance that home renovation hell allows Colin to come over tomorrow, the place should be decent, right? Right? Shit.
January Jones is quoted in People magazine as saying that her golden globes dress (the one remiscent of red ace bandages) as "demure yet feminine and sexy." ROFLMAO
why the awkward balancing act crazy cat?
Mine likes to sleep on my shins or knees. For a not slender cat, she's bony as all hell.
I think breathing is going to win over braining. Oh, Sudafed, I loathe you, but I need you.