I would make myself a cocktail but I'm waiting to get picked up to go to this reception. Sigh.

Yikes, Kat. That is so many students!

I decided that I wanted to be self-indulgent, so I made guacamole for dinner.

I had guacamole for lunch!

Now I wish I had guacamole.

Oh Kat, I can't even imagine! I'd have to totally change my grading system.

So DH is here. Go Metro Rail!

Got it during the previouslies! Insignia is spared my wrath for an evening.

Okay, work rant.

Now, I'm not a certified person who works professionaly with people with cognitive and physical disabilities. But I am a person who works with same. At work we just started work with a new group, three days a week, just an hour and a half each day.

The coordinator for this is a complete flake, and his cohort seems even more flakey. We recieved three different groups over our three-day work week when we had thought to recieve the same single one for the next quarter. So instead of one day of orientation and two days of work, we end up with 2 hours of actual work. They sent us kids who weren't dressed to work outdoors, no changes of clothes or shoes, one group was frantic to leave by 11:35 for their 8 minute commute back to their center.

My biggest frustration isn't the kids with the disabilities, it's their coaches.

Is it the golden rule that teachers are only a grade smarter than their students? I'm sorry to be offensive to teachers, but the idiocy coinciding with student's teachers is phenomenal here, and my respect for those who chooose to work with those with disabilities is at war with my confidence with their intelligence, especially with regards to their common sense.

Sorry, TL;DR, I know. We're going to adjust our schedule and downsize our workload with this group. I'm just flabbergasted by the fucktards who seem to be working with these kids.

I often have texture issues with puddings. Custards, brulees and flans pretty much are OOT for me.

Memorial 'service' (aka gathering at the house in Parkton) for my neighbor-friend's dad tomorrow. Going to market, then clean, then memorial, then swim, then nails and maybe more cleaning. Sunday is any leftoever cleaning and nails if I didn't get to it. Swimming, duh. And IF the weather is gonna hold, putting on my rain-directing/diverting contraption over the deck door. Involving drills and caulk and screws. And it is really ingenious, if I say so myself. I totally bent up the sheet metal right!

have you seen that Christian Mingle ad? Where the man claims the site is where he met "my beautiful wife?"

I always reply: "that is not your beautiful wife"

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I am pretty sure I love all puddings. I made Thai black sticky rice coconut pudding last week. Man! Tasty stuff.

Rice pudding, along with tapioca, remains on my Never Again list. My mom used to make sweet rice with milk and nutmeg and cinnamon and even the smell now sends me running. Texture is such an odd thing. It took me a long time to come around to grits, and even then, it's a gamble. So far, Clementine and Kiss My Grits win. Especially KMG. I asked for pot crust if they had it and they delivered. I'm hoping to indulge again tomorrow morning.