midwestyankee
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Last night I made plans to meet up for supper with a long-time friend from Lit who no longer wanders these parts.
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I received copies of some pictures that were taken that I was in and I look pretty good.
There is a PUN thread? Off looking for it.
Of course you looked good.
8 weeks today til my last day at work.
Then a couple of days later it's my birthday (sunset dinner at the beach hotel), then I go to Canada for a 2-3 week holiday, then I come back home for a week, then I (and my dog and the Boyf) go to Anglesey for a 1-week holiday, then I (and my dog and the Boyf) go straight to a French gite for a 2-3-week holiday, then the next week I and my dog move house to move in with the Boyf, and the week after that I start my full-time degree course.
just. gotta. somehow. get. through. the. next. 8. weeks. without. letting. the. bastards. win.
w00t!# 3 child told me she was invited to an end of year awards ceremony [tonight].
Academic Excellence Award for GT Mathematics
Merit Award for Science
We spent a lot of time this year (6th grade) talking about how the 6th, 7th, 8th grade years tend to be the time when girls worry more about tween boy's egos than their own enjoyment of math & science, and how it's totally okay for her to kick the boy's asses in those subjects if she wants to. Girls are not obligated to make boys feel smart.
And tonight there she was, accepting her math and science achievement awards... right next to the boys.
I think I might have figured out how to get MCD to pay for my schooling after all.
Make up a little index card with keywords on it, e.g., "birthday," "Canada," "Anglesey," etc., and keep it handy, or even posted somewhere in your workspace that you can see it with just a glance. Then, each time the bastards even *start* getting to you the teeniest little bit, glance up at it, put a smile on your puss, and laugh deep, deep inside, knowing that you have them beat!8 weeks today til my last day at work.
Then a couple of days later it's my birthday (sunset dinner at the beach hotel), then I go to Canada for a 2-3 week holiday, then I come back home for a week, then I (and my dog and the Boyf) go to Anglesey for a 1-week holiday, then I (and my dog and the Boyf) go straight to a French gite for a 2-3-week holiday, then the next week I and my dog move house to move in with the Boyf, and the week after that I start my full-time degree course.
just. gotta. somehow. get. through. the. next. 8. weeks. without. letting. the. bastards. win.
Rock n' roll, Wenchie! A for you, too!Mean while I think I might have figured out how to get MCD to pay for my schooling after all.
Make up a little index card with keywords on it, e.g., "birthday," "Canada," "Anglesey," etc., and keep it handy, or even posted somewhere in your workspace that you can see it with just a glance. Then, each time the bastards even *start* getting to you the teeniest little bit, glance up at it, put a smile on your puss, and laugh deep, deep inside, knowing that you have them beat!
laugh deep, deep inside, knowing that you have them beat!
Go Wenchie, go Wenchie, go go go Wenchie!
Rock n' roll, Wenchie! A for you, too!
Whilst I greatly appreciate the general sentiment here (and may indeed stick something like that to the side of my PC monitor), my mind is boggling at the thought of a smiling lady-part
8 weeks today til my last day at work.
Then a couple of days later it's my birthday (sunset dinner at the beach hotel), then I go to Canada for a 2-3 week holiday, then I come back home for a week, then I (and my dog and the Boyf) go to Anglesey for a 1-week holiday, then I (and my dog and the Boyf) go straight to a French gite for a 2-3-week holiday, then the next week I and my dog move house to move in with the Boyf, and the week after that I start my full-time degree course.
just. gotta. somehow. get. through. the. next. 8. weeks. without. letting. the. bastards. win.