Zen, light roast coffees may be lighter in flavor, but they are usually higher in caffeine too FWIW.
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Zen, I'm admiring the heck out of Bizzaro!Zen. Not necessarily agreeing, just admiring. From over here.
That's probably wise. It could be contagious.
Dana, and others, I agree 110% with what that article says; I've lived much of it.
Me too. It's another "invisible" thing women do. Everyone, including other women, just seems to expect it of women and not of men, and yet we get no social credit for it, or acknowledgment of how valuable and necessary it is. I'm glad this is starting to change.
I am thrilled beyond beyond that my workplace requires zero emotional work on my part. I do ok with home stuff, but I have a hard limit and don't always see when it is coming and then I'm done, which with me as the only adult for Mac was sometimes hard. Not so much anymore as he requires less so my reserves get filled more frequently. I dread my parents needing care. Lose sleep dread.
That article made me appreciate anew how much emotional work my husband does in our marriage.
Yeah, I'm very glad I was reading those stories and thinking, my husband doesn't do that crappy thing, he's really good about doing this good thing.
Also, my dad, who certainly does some stuff like expect my mother to do all of the Christmas shopping for his huge family, took on plenty of the burden of caring for my mom's aging parents.
My BFF not only takes care of the Christmas presents for her and her husband, she has somehow ended up wrapping all the gifts for TWO of her brothers. One is unmarried, and the one who is married won't wrap his presents for him!
Yeah, I'm very glad I was reading those stories and thinking, my husband doesn't do that crappy thing, he's really good about doing this good thing.
Tim is not bad, but when it comes to remembering his own family's birthdays, he is the actual WORST. Every year, I make a photo calendar for everyone in his family with photos from the past year (it was my idea; I like making them). I put everyone's birthdays on the calendar. And then, on our copy of the calendar, I highlighted each birthday in bright yellow highlighter. The calendar hangs in the kitchen where he sees it 50 times a day.
He STILL doesn't remember his family's birthdays. I have stopped reminding him until about 10 p.m. on the actual birthday, at which point he smacks his forehead and asks me why I didn't tell him sooner.
And yet he is still alive.
In other news, OMG, look at this job listing for Executive Director of the American Quidditch League. If I was at all qualified, I would apply in a second.
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Suzi, what does CJ make of this article? [link]
Something actually weird about how national parks handle missing persons, or scare tactics to drum up sales for a series of books?
Something actually weird about how national parks handle missing persons, or scare tactics to drum up sales for a series of books?
It's telling that he doesn't actually name any specific cases in the article, right? (I haven't watched the video.)
Oven-crisped taco shell spilled much its filling while being transported and lost almost all its crispiness upon reheating in microwave. Meh.
Tasty, though.
In the last 24 hours, I have been asked the exact same question by the Texas librarian, a secretary in Texas, a paralegal in Texas, and one of the LA librarians, who asked me because a partner in Texas asked him.
IF YOU DON"T LIKE MY ANSWER STOP ASKING ME.
