From way back, ita, I haven't noticed a span torrent, but my gmail is good with filtering it out. Even my spam filter is empty now.
I pay $20/day for catsitting for one visit a day.
'Jaynestown'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
From way back, ita, I haven't noticed a span torrent, but my gmail is good with filtering it out. Even my spam filter is empty now.
I pay $20/day for catsitting for one visit a day.
God, it is so lovely out right now. 80 and dry and windy to make it comfy. It won't last. And inside, my lovely lovely house is proving its lovely thick insulating walls and is still below 70 (I set the heat at 67 or so) and I throw a blanket over my knees. LOVE.
doing doubletakes at NoiseDesign's posts sometimes, having read Nora Deirdre
Hahaha. I do this ALL THE TIME. Apparently my brain zips the usernames. It registers starting and finishing letters and intervening caps and that's about it.
It's lovely here too, weatherwise.
Noah has learned that if he puts a carrot in his mouth and masticates endlessly, he can delay bedtime. Sigh.
I run two monitors plus my cell phone at school. Grade book and attendance on one, edmodo and email on another, local attendance and walkaround grading on the cell.
Good LORD. I'm a loser.
but you're making me feel better for doing doubletakes at NoiseDesign's posts sometimes, having read Nora Deirdre
And smonster and I are both saras. Though I don't know if she has an h. Which is different.
I do indeed. I am actually a Sarah Rebekah. Which is good, because Sara Rebekah or Sarah Rebecca would just be wrong. And I don't feel like a Sara Rebecca. I need my "h"s!!!
I am not an H. Sarah is not me. Funny how that is.
Funny how that is.
Isn't it? My mom and my Sara are definitely no H girls.
God, I want my snippy TWC tech back. This chick is useless. Do they have macro buttons for inanities? If she expresses sympathy one more time, or calls us a team, I will need to take a walk.
Re-entry stress (the industry term for reverse culture shock) was my specialty in my OD masters. When I casually mentioned my own experience, melting down in the cereal aisle of a grocery store, my cross-cultural comm professor chirped, "80% of the time, it's the cereal aisle."
It was a weirdly encouraging and confirming to hear how common the phenomenon is.