I remember being very annoyed when my family moved the year I was four. Where we used to live, the cutoff date had me starting kindergarten the year I turned five, and I went through the pre-K year knowing that the next year would be kindergarten. Then we moved, and in the new town, the cutoff date was earlier, and I'd start kindergarten the year I turned six, which meant that I had to go through another year of pre-K.
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I just have to remember to GO to TJs one of these days.
Feel better, Suzi!
I ain't gonna lie, I'd love a TJ's care package. I can reciprocate with pralines and Zapp's potato chips and Tony Chachere creole seasoning!
I ain't gonna lie, I'd love a TJ's care package. I can reciprocate with pralines and Zapp's potato chips and Tony Chachere creole seasoning!
NOM!
People should definitely email me--I will organize!
So can/will it be an ongoing, kind of random thing (she asked, with hope)? Like, if three months from now, I'm back where there's a TJs and I e-mail Perkins and say, "Hey, I'm in a TJs share the love mood, who's up next?", would that work?
Or, say, so-and-so could use a pick-me-up, I wonder if he/she is on the TJs list. But, then, really even if you live next door to a TJs, receiving a TJs package would still be a pick-me-up. Ramble. I ramble.
Perkins, I don't know what this will end up looking like, but thanks for being willing to organize the TJs givers/receivers.
Insent.
Er, yeah, what amyth said. I got a little over excited there.
Where in WY did he go? Southern half, I guess?
Yep, in the south, a little town somewhere near Laramie. He has been invited up to our friend's cabin for years and this is the first time it has worked for him to go. (It is strange to be able to write years like that when I still feel like such a CO newbie).
I do not have the brain to send a lit to Perkins. Maybe tomorrow.
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Yep, in the south, a little town somewhere near Laramie.
Our year in Wyoming was so weird and fraught and I was pregnant for most of it, so I really didn't enjoy it, and we didn't see much of it, either. But I would love to go back now -- Ben is dying to see Yellowstone, and as he calls it, "the land of his birth."
My Y did a cool thing today. It's on the site of the old Memorial Stadium, and now has a Cal Ripkin project baseball field. Anyway, today was a Ravens game day. They brought in one of those industrial sized flatscreens, set up seats and set up a portion of the parking lot for tailgating for a small fee. It was full, complete with grills. On the field, they had bounce houses for kids and various food vendors.
Apparently, this is gonna be a regular thing.