I assume not "jury," but rather...Brazil nuts? My dad uses that phrase, too.
Ha, I only wish my dad would say jury-rig rather than the wildly racist alternative.
'First Date'
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 assume not "jury," but rather...Brazil nuts? My dad uses that phrase, too.
Ha, I only wish my dad would say jury-rig rather than the wildly racist alternative.
Oh, happy birthdays to all I missed! YAY!
ION, I am roaming the internets, drinking caffeinated chai (Such a rebel! I am on enough pain pills to counteract, and it is so delicious and comforting, and my personal butler made it to order -- best take advantage of my pampering!)and best of all, SLACKING WITHOUT GUILT.
"Oh, I should cl-" NOPE!
I've owned my house 4 years as of last night. I moved in the 25th.
(Finally catching up on emails this week. My realtor sends me anniversary emails.)
Okay, if the anniversary date begins 1974, would the 40th anniversary date be 2013? My org's marketing is giving me eyerolls.
Congratulations, msbelle!
I assume not "jury," but rather...Brazil nuts? My dad uses that phrase, too.
Ha, I only wish my dad would say jury-rig rather than the wildly racist alternative.
Oh no, I meant my dad uses the horribly racist version. As well as the horribly racist name for Brazil nuts. (He also refers to women as "females," which drives me 1000% apeshit. Even moreso than when people refer to women 18 years and older as "girls." [Yes, I'm sure I still use "girls" sometimes, but I try to be really mindful of it.])
msbelle, I'm so happy for you!! Congrats.
Also, Sad I missed a VW sighting.
And, yay for Dylan getting into the school of your choice. Now you don't have to nose punch your neighbor.
In other news, my students report they have a twitter hashtag for me. #FearGullo. I'm not sure I how I feel about this.
Oh no, I meant my dad uses the horribly racist version.
Ugh. Dads, man.
The teachers I feared, I also admired. I cared about their opinion.
Different from the teachers I hated or didn't respect. Those didn't rank fear, even when they tried to invoke it. And I had ones who tried the latter who I also admired (but did not fear- try to scare me back then apparently means I didn't) and to this day, Mr. Shock tells my mom he still mentions how I walked out of his class, not out of defiance, but because I didn't feel his inaugural class speech (which I'd heard before) didn't apply to me. (It didn't! He invited me to leave! I went!)
#FearGullo is AWEsome!