Oh, thank DOG, Jesse. And I realise I've never considered low dudgeon. Probably disappointing anyway.

I prioritize having just my bowl to clean even if that means I pay attention while I microwave.

Ah, no. I am awful at intermittently stirring. Remarkably neglectful. I use one of these on the stove, and I still get a charge from how perfectly ita ! serving size it is--if I can just stand still for ten minutes, that is.

Argh, had a new development in the project I'm spending 95% of my time on, which will result in my art being reviewed/approved by a co-worker who manages to be both nit-picky and indecisive. At my checkup next week I may ask my doctor if I can double up on blood pressure meds.

I just need to remember that Big Boss told me in the past week that I wouldn't have to arrange re-licensing of some fine art from museums and artists' estates, which has been a small kernel of dread in the back of my mind for years now.

I It's simpler for me to stand at a stove stirring than starting and restarting the gowy box (no, not that one, the other one) because that's how I'm processing effort investment.

Also probably faster.

ita, you need one of the magnetic mixing hotplates which can self-stir stuff. Maybe just liquids though.

I am realizing how much my mother loved me as I go through the annoyingly bureaucratic process of starting a girl scout troop. Because my mom did that for me, including taking a group of 3rd graders camping. I know intellectually she loved me, but it's only as I sit in these awful "trainings" that I realize she did the same for me.

I wonder if Grace will do the same for a daughter in the future.

Also, Paul Ryan's neighbors don't like him either.

OH! I went to a professional development today and won a Nook Color!

I am realizing how much my mother loved me as I go through the annoyingly bureaucratic process of starting a girl scout troop.

Ha! I guess my mother didn't love me THAT much. Or rather she expressed her love differently and hence released me from the bond of proving my love in that way. Because she wasn't a troop leader, and neither am I it seems. In fact, only my eldest sister Liz was a GS.

I was a girl scout for many years, but my mom did not do any troop leader type stuff.

But we have a few troop leaders on the board, which is nice.

Some day Emmett will count up all the hours I've spent coaching baseball teams and driving him to tournaments and practices.

Then he will shrug, eat another slice of pizza and forget about it for another ten years.

I went to a professional development today and won a Nook Color!

You are both developed and professional! Go you!

(I totally disapprove of tablet sharing, BTW. Some people need to go without, rather than handing them around. I see some of the OSes are coming out with security, but still..that's both my ego and mid and WEB BROWSING ARTEFACTS. Oy! A co-worker had me use his phone to take pics of him to send to his wife, and I clicked out (mistake, seriously!) twice and had to find the app and start the process again.)

NO MAMA NO.

(I was showing my mother some pics a while back, and she doesn't have tablet manipulation down at all--I think I'll take two down when I go for Xmas, deliberately hide the appropriate stuff, and let her get less hesitant. But I don't knwo what she was thinking when she asked "What are they doing to each other, ita !?" "Uh, huggin up on each other, Mummy." "They like each other a lot, huh?"I figure the "up" was enough to give "Hell no!" Not at Christmas dinner or any other meal later than 9am will you discuss your eldest drawing lesbian or any other sort of porn... not enough alcohol. Or inheritance.

Tales of woe: My mama never loved me. Or, more likely the value of Guides and Brownies meant alone time for the parents (not like that, honestly), a extra set of dinner time conversation topics, but we're were...wait...why am I remember this as just me? Did my sister swear the same odd oaths and find yet another hierarchical uniformed organisation to jump itno