'Shindig'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Ah, Sean, I'm sorry to hear about your grandmother.
Aims, she's two. Just remember, she's two, and it sounds like her preferences in clothes will be respected by her folks when she expresses them, so she may well go into a super-femme stage soon, and they will support it.
I looked like a boy(hair, clothes, etc) from birth to 4th grade (by my own tomboyish farm-raised self) and look how I turned out!
Teppy, when I fell and whacked my head, the bone bruise on my temple took a couple of days to kick in, and it hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. It also ached for a fairly long time after that.
Sean, I'm so sorry about your grandmother, and for the rift between you and your dad. It's such a hard thing.
Bone bruise? You can bruise a bone?
Dammit, I can't find the shirt I want to wear today. I need something a little long to wear over cropped black leggings, but not a t-shirt or clingy thing, and I have the perfect navy top, and I can't find it. Or I could wear my new teal t-shirt with a pretty bohemian tie-dye skirt that I haven't worn yet. I don't want to come across all hippie, though.
Well, my head-bruise still hurts today, but not any worse. And I still don't have any other symptoms at all of concussion/TBI. I guess I might call my doctor's office and talk to one of the nurses just to see if there's any point in getting my noggin checked out.
Unrelatedly (well, slightly) -- Zen! We got the book yesterday! I just forgot to say anything in all the concussion. Thank you! I will get to making you cookies in the near future.
Calling your doctor sounds like a good plan, Teppy.
Nicole is threatening to take Belinda with her today. I'm scared.
Hi, Raq! May your travel plans travel well.
Sean, lots of hugs and other warm thoughts for you and for all your family.
Teppy, I am relieved that your brain has not imploded yet.
Sean, I'm so sorry. It's never easy to lose someone you love.
So, I'm back to work. Yesterday was meetings all day, but today is the first day with the students. So far, so good. Except that all the 7th graders in my 1st period class are so scared of drama they all want out. (None of the 8th graders want out. They either took my class last year or they heard about it from their friends and want to be here. Yay!) If they would just stick it out for a week, they'd learn it's not that scary. It's just the fear of the unknown that is getting them.
If they would just stick it out for a week, they'd learn it's not that scary.
Make a deal with them.
"Stick with me for a week and I'll give you M&Ms.
Two weeks, and we'll talk about s'mores.
Three weeks, and you owe me a Dove bar."
Except that all the 7th graders in my 1st period class are so scared of drama they all want out.
But isn't it an elective?
Sean, I'm sorry to hear about your grandmother. I hope you can talk to your dad.