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.

I was all signed up to be a guinea pig for the new corporate email on personal devices, and they require an eight digit PIN. I'm not sure I'm going to want that ever. I know I'm in the financial industry, etc, etc, but if my financial advisor had my documents stored on his phone, I'd want him to have a brick wall between them and thieves.

This is not that, and I'll still need an eight digit PIN to get into the email app on top of that.

I'm going to let them install it on the tablet that keeps turning itself off.

Suzi, what Jesse said. "Oh noes! The real world!"

I read my brother-in-law's old Smithsonians and Scientific Americans. No "teen" mags at all.

I read every mag. Ebony and Essence (but never Jet!) and Omni and Asimov and Scientific American and The Economist come back to me, but the names of the Brit teen mags? Complete blank.

I feel ready to be productive at work. I spent the day cleaning and organizing my desk amongst other things, complete with a new drawer system and a floor lamp. This disorganization was driving me mad. Now that I have places to put things, I can stop mixing stuff up for lack of horizontal surfaces. I even now have a freshly restocked filing cabinet full of oatmeal and granola bars (need more chai, though).

What's the best way to get permanent marker off a white desk besides white out? Magic eraser? Prayer?

Before that, though, I read Seventeen pretty religiously. I *loved* the big thick back-to-school issue in the fall.

Oh yes! There was a cover with black and yellow plaid that is vividly in my head still. I subscribed probably from age 12 to 15.