I have no idea what this Sassy is. And I completely can't remember what magazines I read as a teen. Well, other than the cricket one.

I rushed back to my desk for a 2:00 meeting, and it turns out I can't rush yet. My foot is ouchy. I hope I still have some yogurt in the fridge, because me wheedling my cubemate for fries I'm only going to eat a little of is pretty fucking shameless.

Go Ting! There's something I'll only be able to taste this Christmas.

All of my note taking today has been on my tablet, and exporting the notes to Evernote if it's personal, and One Note if it's work, and Microsoft definitely loses. Way more confusing to get stuff attached, and I'm using a PC for half of it--because I have to.

Flying Spaghetti Monster save me from 17 year old boys. Well, just one.

I know I've mentioned CJ's horrible grades before. They haven't improved and the shit is about to hit the fan. Grades are due in to the ARP Chief tomorrow night. It appears that all but two of the officers will likely be suspended. Which is going to SCREW the team. Each of these kids better take personal responsibility for contributing to this mess.

I also leave town tomorrow night for 6 days...so hopefully a plan will be in place by the time I get back.

Jeebus. But good timing on your part.

Timelies all!

Bleh, cold. Bleh, dark.(Yes, I will be saying this until March or so.)

Me, too -- I'd much rather have more light in the evening-ish period.

I know I've mentioned CJ's horrible grades before. They haven't improved and the shit is about to hit the fan.

oooh, ouch. Consequences, he will experience them. S&R is so important to CJ; maybe this is the thing that will finally convince him WHY he needs to pay attention to boring schoolwork.

And I completely can't remember what magazines I read as a teen.

I read my brother-in-law's old Smithsonians and Scientific Americans. No "teen" mags at all. My folks would have scorned them into the trash. I never did any girly stuff. Oh, and there were some mags with Star Trek articles, but I can't remember which.

In related news, my friend Cindy and I went for pedicures yesterday, and now I have shiny turquoise toenails. I may go back for a matching manicure tomorrow.

(Did you note that? I, me, have a local friend to go do girly stuff with! For the first time in my whole life! Me! Getting a pedicure! With a friend! While talking about geeky stuff, but still! Girly!)

Look at you, Zen! Good times.

Consequences, he will experience them.

Yeah, it sounds kind of nice that they are all external to you, Suzi. He loves the ARP, and they make the rules. So it's not just mom saying "Work harder! Because, that's why." But still, oy.

The Wholefoods near work has live music on Fridays. It's annoyingly full of people not shopping, not moving through the aisles.

One song you are pretty much guaranteed never to hear at a Whole Foods: Hippy Chick (warning Youtube link)

(Not that it's the first time I've ever gotten a pedicure with a friend, but it was always an on-vacation special thing. As a normal part of my regular life, it's New and Exciting.)

I, me, have a local friend to go do girly stuff with!

Yay! I need one of those, too.

Sassy was actually a little bit post my teen years, but I loved it just the same. Before that, though, I read Seventeen pretty religiously. I *loved* the big thick back-to-school issue in the fall.