I guess so.
Or she came back but doesn’t want to affirm our taunts…and admit we were right.
Yes, it is “winter break” as compared to the vacation they just took over Christmas (I’m sorry- ‘holiday’), but not to be confused with the up coming “spring break”. :dubious:
My son just turned 13 and my daughter will turn 10 in a couple of weeks. It appears that my son has a short term memory glitch- still normal but on the low end of normal. He is very bright and has an incredible store of knowledge, but this year (7th grade) he’s been struggling. He was still getting all As and Bs, but there were indications that something wasn’t quite right.
We decided to have him tested to learning disability/add stuff. Apparently short term memory issues mask as ADD, which he absolutely does not have. He score very highly in aptitude etc but he was very low in short term memory. So we are going back tomorrow to finish the pshyco-social evaluation (rule out depression and other confounding factors) and develop an action plan to help in staying engaged in class (better note taking and test taking skills).
There- more answer than you (or anyone!) probably wants to read- but I find this all very facinating!
Do you work where I work?? My setup isn’t bad, but there are people who have cubes in both a former conference room and the former break room (complete with a shower in the adjacent room with its only access being through the former-break-room-now-cubicles) and there’s a definite chair shortage with some of them looking like, maybe not 80s vintage, but sometime in the 90s.
I grew up with February vacation. We’d get a week of now and then another week in April. But no March break. Not sure why it was that way, but I always liked it as a kid, and Mom was a teacher, and she REALLY liked it. 
Hair dye. Hair removal. Hair loss. I guess Google wants to make sure it has all the bases covered.
We have Aeron chairs in our office. They’re nice enough, but not terribly supportive. Actually, I think mine is too small for me, which might be part of the problem. I suppose that since I sit two cubes in front of the woman in charge of ergonomics for our office that I should do something about that some day.
The people sitting around me are on a health kick and it’s busy season. That means everyone is eating carrots. At their desks. All day long. The non-stop crunching is like fingernails on a chalkboard.
The kids here are having their ski break, too. We never had the whole week off in February, either but we were in a different school district.
Thanks for sharing. Fingers crossed for a good outcome, and for finding a winning strategy to help him overcome the S.T. memory problem.
Er… what were we talking about?
I see none of the cruel people here want to help me with my marshmallow chocolate egg addiction. No worries–I WILL become a pusher. <evil laugh>
I couldn’t sleep AGAIN last night. This is getting old. And I did my library thing today–yeah, whatever. Now I am supposed to create a list of MEN’S fiction. Guess what? There is no category per se. So, I am having to scroll past a TON of gay/bisexual/lesbian/transgender fic lists. At least it’s not boring.
Plus, I’ve now been to several (bordering on many) sites that state that men ages 20-50 really don’t read much fiction. They read NONfic. Only 70 more hours to go.
:rolleyes:
doggio–how many minions are there left to fire? You seem to be going through them rather fast.
It’s cold out. I have to go buy 2 baby gifts and a bridal gift (for a fundamentalist, home schooled girl–I am so tempted to get Astro-lube and something nasty. But I won’t, because[like FCM] I’m nice, dammit!)
Toodles.
Hehe! That would be funny though! And potentially very helpful since her family probably hasn’t told her anything useful about sex. Only that it’s “dirty.” :rolleyes:
Marshmallow chocolate eggs? Bah! I’ll see you those and raise you a bag of malted milk eggs. Mmmm, malted milk eggs. Last year I found them on 1/2 price sale after Easter and ate them until about June. I’ll definitely have to repeat that this year if I can!
I’ve been a good girl this afternoon except for getting my own work done. I ran my paycheck to the bank, stopped by Trader Joe’s and stocked up on freezer food to eat while Papa Tigs is gone (I can’t be bothered to cook for myself, but Trader Joe’s solves that problem very nicely), stopped off and paid the bill on the storage unit that has all of snowbunny’s worldly possessions in it, and then came home and threw the Kong for Isaac. Now I just have my own work to do, of which I have a massive pile. Why is my workload always so feast or famine? Frankly, I get tired of the feast, even if it does mean lots of $$!
I think a neon blue vibrator would be a good gift for the bride, Rigs. But I’m evil, too.
Ok, with all this talk of low grade orgies, I have to wonder…
What differentiates from a low key orgy to a high one?
Number of people? Cameras or no cameras? Music? Formal vs. informal invitation? Length of time?
I have to know how to classify these things.
(For medical purposes…bwahahahaha!)
In other news, I gave my mother her scarf and wash cloths early. I didn’t really expect her to like them too much, but she told me that anything I hand make for her is exceptional. I’m pretty sure thats the highest compliment I’ve ever gotten from her. I’m puffing my chest out a little over that. (But not near any windows.)
ETA: Rigs, what are these chocolate marshmellow eggs you’re going on about? They sound as bad as Circus Peanuts, and that makes me want to find them and have a few.
Ew, ew, ew! I can’t stand malted milk anything–you can have ALL my malted milk Easter stuff, ok?
I can’t even find the damned 12 step post that I made, so I’ll just shut up about it.
I am eating dinner. Yes, it’s 3:15pm here. But I don’t get a break at the library (because I’m only there 4 hours), and the hours are from 10-2pm. Since I only had some toast this morning, I’m starving!
Off to be productive. Or read Newsweek.
Today is honest to god the first day I can remember in at least 2 months that I haven’t spent a large chink of the day working outside of my own office.
Almost forgot what this place feels like.
Oh, and a LOT to catch up on.
Page 3 on tuesday morning people??
Wow you have been chatty. I haven’t had the chance to catch up on last weeks MMP as I only got back from my wild and crazy weekend with **Mr ems-to-be ** yesterday lunch time. We had fun. I haven’t seen him since November and I had forgotten how nice he is to have around
Work is insane so I best get back to it - I haven’t read this MMP yet but gotta get back to work!
Ack - page four on Tuesday afternoon!
A low-key orgy is one you can remember clearly. 
Looky, I stayed away for a whole few hours. Go me.
The trick is to not say anything rash or ill conceived like "I’m staying away from here for (insert time period) because I have to (list important task).
It never works.
Like now, I really should be finishing the e-mail I have to write to my three secretaries here attaching the procedure they are to follow TO THE LETTER about trip assignments, which is their Fight of the Week, and which I had to step into and play Boss. But I’m realistic about that, I know it’s not going to be a relevant discussion until Thursday, and I know I’ll be here all day tomorrow, and I know that’s it’s currently saved as a draft.
And it’s dangerously close to quittin’ and going to the gym time, after which I’ll go pop some laundry in the machine, then wait for Wifey before we go gorge on wings 'n beer.
I am not going to waste my breath, or rather my fingertips, lying about being industrious.
Oooh, good song just came on, so they get me for about 4 more minutes…
(Windfall - Son Volt)
((like you cared))
(((did anyone see my Ritalin??)))
Look, a penny!
Damn. Just trying to catch up here and now I have to leave, the brake line broke on my grandpa’s truck (with my dad in it) and I have to go pick him up somewhere.
Of course I’ll cater low key orgies!
And to Soapy, I think, our secondary motto is “We don’t fry.” No fryers here, just an oven and a stove.
gotta run
Is it a shiny penny?
So now, if you can only vaguely remember the orgy, it was high grade. Or the lighting blinded you, and you’re sore from providing various ridiculous camera angles.
(Come to think of it, one might be sore anyhow, depending.)
ETA: I think a catered orgy should have cream pie. We need 12 steps to a low grade orgy.
Is that “We don’t fry” to me? "cause I’m soooo confused… huh?
Pie, it was Nava asking about frying. I think somebody else besides MBG has OLSS*.
- “Oh, Look, Shiny!” syndrome
Woo hoo, Tuesday is over, which means one day closer to Firday. 
Okay, my boss had a “meeting” out of the office last Thursday morning, then Friday, when he worked at home, he got a call from one of his old bosses. Then today, he had another “meeting” off-site all afternoon. Yeah, I put two and two together and came up with that he was looking for a new job. Apparently, he’s been selected! Although he hasn’t said anything to me yet, he told another person in the office. It was not a surprise to me–I figured he was looking, especially since we just had one person leave, and another position that we thought had been filled, the person called back and declined – too late for them to just take another name off of the list too, unfortunately–that position has to be totally re-advertised. 
I totally understand and wish him all the best - now I’m wondering who is going to be my boss, though!
My Dad shipped me a package via the UPS Store - he sent it on Tuesday and it arrived today, safe and sound! In it were a quilt that my cousin made - it’s something called German Dinner Plate (I think that’s what he said), and is the first quilt she made. It’s beautiful! My God, though, I don’t want to think of how expensive it would be to actually purchase!! Also in the package was an amber necklace that my Dad selected for me when he went on the Baltic cruise last summer; the highlight was two days in St. Petersburg and a visit to The Hermitage museum there, and that’s where he got the amber necklace. It is just gorgeous! Lastly, he sent me a small change purse from Guatemala–it’s velvet and the front is all hand-embroidered. So naturally I called my Dad to let him know I’d received the package safely. He sounded a lot more like himself, not as depressed as he’d been sounding. Poor guy, he’s got a lot going on right now and most of it is pretty hard on him. He’ll do okay, though, I think and he’ll like the sr. citizen community he’s going to move into.
That’s all I got today. Hugs and prayers for those who need them. CutiePie, good luck at the doctor, hope the doc will be able to help you.
C’n I borrow that quilt? I’m freezing over here!
I did my homework! I did my homework! I did my–well, you get the idea.
Now I am off to buy a bridal (boring) gift and baby gifts (those are fun!)
And then bad TV and bed. Must be fresh for my multi-cultural awareness seminar tomorrow afternoon. Won’t want to miss a minute… I do so hope there won’t be an NQOKs there.
