I'm being played.
Pumpkin was upstairs doing her "I'm lonely" cry. I snuck around to the stairs, and she and Loki were less than a foot apart on the same step as she yodelled. Only when they saw me did she hiss and bolt.
Stinkers.
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.
I'm being played.
Pumpkin was upstairs doing her "I'm lonely" cry. I snuck around to the stairs, and she and Loki were less than a foot apart on the same step as she yodelled. Only when they saw me did she hiss and bolt.
Stinkers.
Congrats VEEP Brenda!
Ugh, Kat. What is wrong with people?
I survived the two day interpersonal skill training sessions they made us do at work, and then I got to go to Juliana's restaurant and have a really good drink and food and now I am home and the week is over.
The Maya were the ones with the thorns and the tongue piercing, yes.
(The cleverness of the psychedelic suppositories is that most of the natural ones are bitter enough to make you throw up, so while it seems weird to administer one that way, it actually makes it more pleasant to undergo. The Maya didn't lack for cleverness.)
Burrell, we wouldn't have restructured if we had gotten the grant. Essentially we would have followed a transformation model -- with the same staff and principal etc, but a more rigorous staff evaluation process and with increased learning time -- 30 minutes a day, which we would be paid an increase in our salary to teach.
I think if we don't submit the grant (irrespective of getting the grant) then we will either become a public school choice option (a pilot or charter -- which I am fine with. I'd love to write a pilot proposal!) or be reconstituted -- same principal (she is new this year), staff is all fired and have to reapply for jobs, which I also don't fear.
Aww.. [link] UCLA's Med Center's data was stolen. That would be Grace's identity! (and ita's?) Sigh.
Huh. I need to check my mail and see if that's me. But first I need to fall unconscious.
I am up early. Not to go to the Farmer's Market, but to try to get tickets (and good seats) for Prince.
Oooh!
I am up early (earlier than I wanted) because my cat is an asshole. Can he read the clock, but not the calendar? It is Saturday! And it was not that light out.
Yeah, I had to break up a fight in the bathroom at 6 am. OK, I was semi-awake, but jeez, cats.
My cats also woke me up early. Now Oz is isolated until he pees in the box. Stupid urine samples.
Okay, so I had floor tickets for Prince, but they were pretty far back, so I opted for lower bowl, closer to the stage. My friend was debating with her husband whether both should go because of money/babysitting. So I said I would buy 3 tickets if they were AMAZING, but two if they were just okay. I thought there were decent seats, so I only got two. But now I feel guilty.